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

Chapter 329 Prelude to the Tournament

 June is the beginning of summer.

 The climate in the Riverlands is comfortable and pleasant, with warm sunshine hanging in the blue sky and green grass spreading in the fertile soil.

Harrenhal, Gravel Garden.

 A flowing courtyard in the center of five towering towers, with several magnificent palaces built and paved with marble-colored gravel.

This exotic stone courtyard was specially designed to house Targaryen dragons.

 “Hiss…”

In a white stone palace next to a broken bridge and running water, a young dragon with cobalt blue scales all over its body, orange scales extending from its lower jaw, and claws like copper foil screamed angrily.

 The young dragon is larger than a horse, with a head-to-tail distance of about thirty feet.

At this time, one of the baby dragon's claws was shackled and fixed to the floor with a chain seven or eight meters long.

 The most important thing is that the dark circles under his eyes finally disappeared.

Having controlled power for a long time, she has developed an upright and easy-going temperament, with a confident smile always hanging on her lips.

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　ulu is gone, and he has not yet fully mastered the Common Tongue.

　　　The nobles who are familiar with his kingdom and the royal family all have great respect for the young crown prince.

Rhaegar smiled and closed the yellowed ancient book that he had not finished reading.

The towering black stone city wall is dozens of feet high. A black dragon is carved on both sides of the battlements, and ten large catapults are placed below.

“Great, but you can control his emotions better next time.”

 “Aim at the dragon’s neck and shoot the arrow!”

 …

Tesserion neighed, the dragon head with a pair of slender horns raised up, and a mouthful of dragon flames spurted out.

 After a few months, Rhaegar's appearance and demeanor have changed slightly.

 “Brother, Theselion is great, isn’t he?”

Two dragon-carrying men dressed in coarse linen and holding bamboo sticks stood on both sides.

 Fortunately, the arrow was a blunt, sharp stone that could not pierce the dragon's scales, so the damage was limited.

This is a dragon training method based on the ancient Targaryen system.

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　…

　　Children's cheers came from Thessalyon's back, and a small iron can swayed back and forth on the luxurious saddle.

 The paleness of her skin since childhood has faded away, turning into a noble milky white color, which makes her purple eyes and red lips even more vivid.

Silver-gold lop-eared short hair once again grew into long shawl hair, which was tied behind the head with a hairband, and the hair was smooth and naturally spread.

 “Hiss…”

When Daeron only had a set of silver clothes left, Rhaegar chuckled and said: "Let's go, follow me to greet the adults of all Westeros."

Rhaegar took off his iron can-shaped square helmet, revealing little Daeron's fair face that was so hot that it turned red.

 “Sir?” Gray Worm was stunned when he heard this and spoke in poor common language.

The three-day training was completed, Gray Worm in black armor came out, and the hundreds of Unsullied people behind gathered their bows and arrows and fled.

 The dragon-bearing man calmed down the restless young dragon, and the iron can untied the chain around his waist and ran up to him with a clatter.

We specially wore a white shirt, a black horse-faced skirt embroidered with dragon patterns on the lower body, and a jade belt engraved with three red dragons around her waist.

Suddenly, a cold voice gave an order, and hundreds of arrows were divided into left and right sides to attack, targeting the futilely struggling young dragon.

 The driver rides his own dragon, controls the dragon's movements with chains, and uses bow and arrow shooting and spear throwing to train the dragon's ability to avoid war.

 “When will they arrive?” Darren was lying on the parapet, looking around with his big eyes.

 Childish voices sounded, full of excitement.

The steel cast gate slowly opens, revealing the iron-wrapped solid wood door that is open on the inside.

“Prince, the nobles from all over the world are coming soon.” Gray Worm said with a straight face.

The palace covers a large area, enough to accommodate a dozen young dragons of the same size running around.

 “Tesserion, get out of the way.”

Rhaegar helped Daeron push off the can of armor and corrected him: "It's not lord, this word is lord."

Thessalyon felt the pain and tensed his muscles in an attempt to break the chain, but to no avail.

There was a burst of clapping, and Rega walked out from behind the circular stone pillar and said loudly: "Take a rest, today's training is over."

"Great!"

The young dragon roared repeatedly, flapping its wings and struggling in the palace, spitting cobalt blue dragon flames everywhere.

 Harrenhal, front portcullis.

Most of the arrows were burned under the dragon's flames, and the remaining arrows clanked against the young dragon's neck covered with cobalt blue scales.

Rhaegar stood on the city wall as wide as a house with his hands behind his back, looking at the vast endless wilderness with his eyes.

Harrenhal covers an extremely large area, with a radius of hundreds of miles, including the entire Lake of God's Eye.

“Your Highness, they will be here soon. My raven saw them.”

Tormund’s eyes turned white and his face responded calmly.

 After serving as intelligence chief for several months, he has changed a lot.

 Changing out of the coarse linen clothes worn by civilians, he wore a set of black and white robes, with a Valyrian steel necklace hanging around his neck with ears growing on either side of one eye.

  The necklace was specially made by Rhaegar, and it symbolizes the intelligence chief like the palm of the King's Hand.

At this moment, Tormund and Gray Worm stood on either side behind Rhaegar.

On the city wall, a thousand black-armored fearless men armed with spears and bucklers lined up in a majestic line.

Two huge three-headed red dragon flags were hung on the battlements, and knights and attendants gathered at the city gate to greet them.

 Woo woo woo~~

 A sudden, dull horn sounded, with a high-pitched and powerful rhythm.

On the main road on the west side of Qianmian Island, carriages and soldiers formed a long and winding queue, rushing towards Harrenhal as far as the eye can see.

Looking from a distance, several flags hanging high can be faintly seen.

 Half-moon eagle, golden rose, direwolf head...

Seeing the familiar flag, Rhaegar raised the corner of his mouth and said cheerfully: "Tormund, my father and the others are still on Thousand Faces Island, don't forget to inform them."

"Yes, Prince." Tormund's eyes returned to normal.

Just before noon, groups of knights carrying banners entered Harrenhal, guarding the carriages they belonged to.

 As the largest castle in the entire continent and even the world, Harrenhal occupies an incredibly large area.

One mile away from the Ligui Tower is the open-air horse gallery. The fence is spacious enough to accommodate thousands of war horses.

 A spacious reception area was set up behind the city gate.

Nobles from all over the country stepped out of their carriages, their gorgeous clothes unable to hide their tiredness from travel.

This is why the royal family extended the mushroom collection on some remote paths to provide a shelter for the nobles traveling along the way.

As the crown prince, Rhaegar naturally couldn’t run away from the task of welcoming him.

“Prince, I’m glad I can still go out without any illness to participate in this tournament.”

 Old Tully of Riverrun had a rosy complexion and led a group of accompanying vassals to come forward to pay tribute.

Rhaegar accepted it calmly and laughed: "I think your body can last another ten years and live to the age of King Rui."

 “Haha, that’s best.”

　　　…”

 While the monarch and his ministers were exchanging pleasantries, the knights of the valley strode forward carrying the flag of the half-moon eagle.

Rhaegar turned his head slightly, and at first glance he saw a tall figure surrounded by a group of knights.

 “Rhaegar, prince.”

 Jenny’s eyes were smiling, and her gentle voice expressed a joy of reunion.

 As if to see her lover again, she dressed up carefully.

Long chestnut hair hangs down on her shoulders. She wears a light yellow dress to outline her graceful figure, and her delicate face is covered with light makeup.

 “Jenny.”

Rhaegar's face lit up, he restrained his inappropriate emotions, nodded and said, "It's been a hard journey."

“It’s okay, but it’s a pity that Mr. Jobert can’t come.”

Jenny pursed her lips lightly, her brown eyes unable to leave Rhaegar for a moment.

The last time the two met was at the Eagle's Nest City at the beginning of the year.

Rhaegar has been busy with government affairs for half a year and cannot leave to go to the valley.

 “Lord Jobert’s health is deteriorating.”

Zhan Sifu was lifted from the side, her light red curly hair and blue dress were very eye-catching.

Rhaegar turned his head and saw James Siff, Sapphire, and vassals Gerald Royce and Joffrey Grafson behind Janey...

Many of them are young and middle-aged women, and everyone naturally crowds around Jenny.

They are mostly widows who lost their husbands and sons in the black wedding, and they inherited titles and territories under Jenny's operation.

 Through the Maris Nunnery in Seagull Town, a female political power in the valley was formed semi-publicly to suppress the traditional male political power.

Rhaegar met the inner council of the valley once, and these women were very fierce.

“Welcome to Harrenhal, I’ve prepared warm soup for you.”

Rhaegar greeted them politely and did not look down on them because they were women.

At this time, a group of knights in silver armor carrying golden rose flags came forward, full of majesty.

In terms of the sophistication of their armor and weapons, they are the most outstanding among all the knights of the nobles.

The knights walked out in two rows and gradually separated to both sides, revealing a graceful green figure.

That is a beautiful girl who is as proud as a rose.

 A light green silk waist-length dress highlighted her well-proportioned and tall body curves. Soft brown shoulders were draped over her smooth shoulders. Her skin was as white and tender as milk, and her facial features were delicate and charming, perfectly interpreting her exquisite beauty.

The only daughter of the Duke of Highgarden, Margaery Tyrell.

With a smile on her face, Margaery walked up to Rhaegar generously and said in a soft voice: "Highgarden sends you my sincere greetings, Prince Rhaegar."

As he spoke, he turned to look at Jenny, his beautiful eyes showing excitement, and said happily: "Mrs. Jenny, I have wanted to visit you for a long time, and I am finally lucky enough to meet you."

Looking at that posture, she just needed to take Jenny's hand and give her a warm hug.

 Jenny had gentle eyes and whispered softly: "Nice to meet you too, Miss Margery."

But as soon as they chatted, Janey distanced herself and stood beside Rhaegar.

 The male heir to Highgarden died unexpectedly, and Tyrell Sr. lost his only remaining son.

 Margaery was showing kindness to her at this time, and Janey didn't want to get into trouble across the border.

Rhaegar understood the complicated thoughts between the two women at a glance, and interrupted with a smile: "Please come in quickly, the attendants have prepared a sumptuous banquet."

 “Oh, great, thank you for your generosity.” Margery smiled and raised her feet.

 “Hiss!”

 “Hiss…”

At this moment, a rough and thick dragon roar resounded through the sky, attracting the attention of all the nobles.

A huge bronze dragon scattered the thin white clouds, its huge body flew from the direction of God's Eye Lake, and a dark shadow enveloped the towering city walls of Harrenhal.

Following him was a light blue giant dragon, carrying a girl with slightly curly silver-blond hair, swooping towards the city wall, and then rushed into the castle in the blink of an eye.

At the same time, a roar like a bell sounded from the gravel garden, carrying a strong sense of dominance and reaching everyone's ears.

Menghuo's bad temper swept through a strong wind, causing everyone's skirts to fly around.

"oops."

Margaery slipped and fell into Rhaegar's arms.

 “Careful, Miss Margery.”

Rhaegar spoke calmly, helped her into Jenny's arms, and took a step back consciously.

A female dragon and a female eagle are enough for him, and the bright roses will definitely **** his hands.

 Soon, more and more knights and carriages entered the city gate.

 Jason Lannister in fine clothes, Mond Hightower with his family...

Under the banner of the direwolf's head, there is a middle-aged black-haired leader riding a dark horse.

Beside him, followed a handsome young man with black hair, black eyes and resolute eyes.

 (End of this chapter)