Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day

 Chapter 229 Honor and Freedom

 “Hiss…”

 A sharp dragon roar sounded from far to near.

 Not a glutton, but Rhaenyra who arrived belatedly on Syrax.

Come with me, and Lannar, who drives Vhagar.

Rhaegar glanced at the two of them and turned back calmly.

The Gluttonous Eater felt the anger of the driver, and he gathered his strength and spurted out a mouthful of dragon flames.

"ah!…"

"No…"

Rhaegar's voice was calm, stopping the dragon from chasing the remaining soldiers.

Witnessing the gluttons burning the warships, Rhaenyra exclaimed: "Rhaegar, what's going on?"

Like a shrew who went to the countryside and has never seen the world.

Reminder that Rhaegar hates the fact that iron cannot be transformed into steel.

　　Then let him fulfill it.

 “Escape the ship quickly…”

 Jon, Baal Aemon…

The news of Rhaegar's defeat of the Three Women's Kingdom has just spread throughout the mainland and both sides of the Taiwan Strait. It has become a huge trend and has become a general trend.

"Roar…"

 Thinking about his last name.

 Given his relationship with Rhaenyra, he was unable to mobilize the royal fleet at the critical moment!

That time, Rhaegar wanted to chop off Jon's head.

The royal fleet is an elite force built at a high cost.

The only people he wants to kill are those who overestimate their abilities and dare to despise or disobey him.

The soldiers in the cabin escaped unhurt and quickly jumped out of the ship through the vents, plopping into the sea like dumplings.

Boom—

 You can imagine how unstable his position is.

 The killing of ordinary soldiers cannot demonstrate his majesty.

 Patrol the throat or intercept the crown prince?

 After being reminded by Rhaegar, Rhaenyra thought of all the details and lowered her head emotionally: "I know, I will choose a new naval governor."

Looking at the oncoming dragon flames, Jon lost his previous strength and screamed in panic.

Unexpectedly, my father would deprive the royal fleet of the royal family with a single edict.

 “Glutton, that’s it.”

Earl Bar-Almon was even more miserable, his crotch was wet, he was rolling and crawling and wanted to jump off the ship.

All the soldiers who dared to attack Rhaegar were lost in the brilliant green.

If she read it correctly, it seemed that the people on board were the Admiral Governor and the Earl of Sharp Point.

 The glutton turned around so that the driver faced the other two dragon riders.

Jon contradicted him several times and spoke rudely.

Look again at the loser he befriended, Count Baraemon.

Dragon flames bombarded the front of the warship, and a green fire-like mist enveloped most of the ship.

 What's the use of keeping it.

The giant dragon and the warship were not far apart from each other, and the green dragon flames arrived in an instant.

"You spend money to support the fleet, but then don't listen to your orders. What's the use of keeping it?"

 The royal fleet was built by Rhaenyra and was supplied by taxes from Dragonstone.

 The deck was cleared.

Gluttony roared, and his vertical pupils swept across the turbulent sea with cold eyes.

Rhaegar looked helpless and warned: "The former naval governor is dead. You go back and choose a new one. Find someone who is loyal and obedient."

 For him to seek trouble at this time is no different from seeking death.

Rhaenyra was stunned when she heard this, thinking of Jon's obstruction and offense to Rhaegar last time.

 It’s a pity that the dragon flame cannot escape.

You must know that it was Rhaenyra who spent huge sums of money to build the royal fleet.

He originally wanted to ask for command from Rhaenyra when he attacked the Three Kingdoms.

 She originally formed the royal fleet to add an armed force to defend Dragonstone.

 Jon disobeys her orders and is obviously not a good subordinate.

 In accordance with the nobility and vassal system of Westeros.

 The vassal of a vassal is not my vassal, and the vassal of a vassal is not my vassal.

 Jon was directly under Rhaenyra, but he did not listen to her orders, and he was already on his way to death.

 Look at Houses Blackwood and Bracken in the Riverlands.

 The two families asked their vassals and soldiers to fight against the army of Riverrun, and the vassals and soldiers did not flinch.

This is the rule of "Game of Thrones".

 Breaking the oath of allegiance, **** it!

Seeing that Rhaenyra understood, Rhaegar opened his mouth, wanting to say a few words of comfort.

 Have a second thought.

Rhaenyra was actually stronger and less fragile than he wanted.

Rhaegar said: "Glutton, take me to the fleet."

The Glutton's eyes swept across Syrax and Vhagar, and he soared with flapping wings.

Once he was gone, Lannar drove Vhagar to Rhaenyra.

In Rhaenyra's puzzled eyes, Lannar organized her words: "Jon and Boros are cousins, and Boros was taught a lesson by Rhaegar."

 Speak to the point, I believe your friends will understand.

From Lannar's point of view, although Rhaegar's solution was rough, it was not a big problem if you look closely.

 At least he is more reasonable than his husband Damon.

also.

 As we all know, Rhaenyra has always had a bad taste in people.

 Rhaenyra:…

　　Secretly he clenched his fists and cursed in his heart.

 …

Rhaegar came over the fleet and took a look around.

 There are more than twenty ships in total.

Robb and others returned safely, laden with the treasures looted from Lys.

  Ten warships in total.

 The remaining dozen or so large ships were all carried by escaped slaves from Lys and Myr.

As soon as they saw Rhaegar, they all knelt down, kowtowed, and sang praises.

Only a medium-sized sailboat falling at the rear caused Rhaegar to treat it differently.

　　唰唰…

Hundreds of Unsullied ones wearing spiked helmets and black armor stood in a queue, their rigid looks like uniformly carved stone sculptures.

Rhaegar was confused, and he killed all the Unsullied in Tyrosh.

Where did these unsullied people come from? Why did you come by boat?

The leader of the Unsullied knelt down on one knee, took off his spiked helmet, and said in a dull voice: "The great Targaryen prince, the breaker of shackles..."

Halfway through his words, he paused.

  I don’t know how to continue.

 Ask for shelter; seek slavery; seek freedom

 It is undoubtedly difficult for unsullied people with weak self-awareness to sort out.

　　唰唰…

 The rest of the Unsullied all knelt down, their heads lowered one by one, and followed the officer's pace.

No one spoke a word, and a tense and anxious atmosphere filled the air.

Rhaegar saw the difficult situation of this group of Unsullied.

 It seems that they are seeking freedom but have nowhere to go, seeking acceptance but fearing slavery.

 “Where do you come from and what do you want?”

 After thinking for a while, Rega asked.

The Unsullied officer's face was stiff, and he stumbled to tell his story.

 They were purchased by members of the Rogar family in Astapor.

 The House of Rogar was destroyed in the Disaster of Lys.

They lost the servitude of their buyers, feared the cruelty of Astapor's slave owners, and heard about Rhaegar's deeds of liberating slaves.

 Come here because of its reputation.

Rhaegar suddenly thought about the reason why [The Truth of History] was triggered.

 The House of Rogar was destroyed, and Lys was burned.

 Avenged the blood revenge of the Dragon King who died at the hands of the Lysians.

With his eyes moving, Rhaegar asked: "Where is your whip?"

 He knows something about Astapor.

 The Unsullied obey only their masters who hold a whip.

Hearing this, the Unsullied officer's eyes flashed with worry, and he said honestly: "The whip and the buyer were buried together in the ruins."

 “Do you still want to obey the whip’s instructions?”

Rhaegar asked.

 The Unsullied officer was stunned and silent.

The few days he and all the Unsullied were most at ease when he was freed from the buyer's control and sailed across the Narrow Sea from Lys.

 Their original intention in coming here was to break the shackles and be loyal to a reliable master.

Seeing that he was silent, Rhaegar understood in his heart and said solemnly: "Since you don't want to be enslaved by the whip, then be loyal to me, fight for glory, and die for freedom!"

The glutton roared in time, and green dragon flames spurted out, creating a curtain of fire.

 Under the dragon flames, the Unsullied's eyes were filled with strange brilliance upon hearing the sound, and they couldn't believe it for a long time.

 Above the dragon flames, Rhaegar controlled the dragon, overlooking the sky and sea, like a true **** in the world.

　　唰唰…

The Unsullied stood up one after another, tapping their spears on their shields, looking up at the silver-haired boy with burning eyes.

The other party promised to bring them freedom, and they were willing to be their pawns.

 Regardless of honor or disgrace, go to death calmly.

Rhaegar curled up the corners of his mouth, and drove the glutton to circle in a circle, soaring towards Blackwater Bay, and said in a loud voice: "Return to the King's Landing!"

 The dragon roars loudly.

 …

　　Red Castle, dungeon.

　　　　　…

There was a sound of footsteps, falling into a prison deep in the dungeon.

The prisoners were lying at the door of the cell, staring at the people entering the dungeon, too frightened to say anything.

 “Ahem…”

 Viserys coughed twice, an unnatural flush appeared on his pale face, and his breathing was slightly labored.

“Your Majesty, the stench of the dungeon is not conducive to your recovery.”

Elic supported the king and gave his advice dutifully.

Maester Melos explained it.

The king is worried and exhausted, so he should relax his mind and recover well.

 Viserys covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief and said in a slightly breathy voice: "Don't listen to Melos' nonsense. The bachelors in the city love to scaremonger the most."

Ilik lowered his head and held a torch for lighting.

 The king and his ministers walked to a cell deep in the dungeon.

Looking at the relatively clean and tidy damp stone prison, Viserys looked melancholy and breathed heavily: "Daemon, your brother is here, why don't you come over and salute."

In the cell, a figure was lying on a wooden bed, with his head covered in a thin quilt.

Hearing Viserys's call, he remains indifferent.

 “Your Majesty.” Ilic asked with open eyes.

 Do you want to wake up the people in the cell?

Viserys waved his hand and said calmly: "Daemon, don't make me say it a second time."

 Finally, the prisoner reacted.

 “Alas, it’s time to be scolded again!”

The quilt was lifted up, and the imageless Damon sat up straight, muttering full of complaints.

 He was doing well in the cell.

 Eat and drink, and spend a lot of time sleeping like a dead person.

There are only two things that are not to my liking.

 Firstly, there is a lack of wine and women, and secondly, his brother always comes to scold him.

Viserys looked at his sloppy look and said angrily: "If I don't scold you this time, don't be ungrateful."

 He scolded Damon for his own good, so that he could change his ways.

 “Then what do you want to talk about, Your Majesty?”

Damon stepped off the wooden bed and staggered towards the iron fence.

 I haven’t been active for too long, and my body is a little rusty.

 Getting closer, Daemon looked Viserys up and down and frowned unconsciously.

 There is a feeling of weakness all over my body.

 The smell of medicine can stand out from the stench of the dungeon even though it is two or three meters away.

 “Brother, are you sick?”

Damon’s expression was stiff and he found a comfortable angle to lean against the iron fence.

Last time Viserys came to see him, he only scolded him.

 Also said that the wounds all over his body were relieved.

 You should be in good physical condition.

 (End of this chapter)