Chapter 111 Resigning as Crown Prince
Today's meeting is a demonstration that Viserys decided upon after much thought.
Since the Battle of the Stepstones, the royal family's prestige has gradually declined.
On the occasion of the exchange of reserves, it is time for the Targaryen dragons to reappear in the sights of nobles everywhere.
After hearing the king's speech, many nobles noticed his intentions.
Some people looked at the sky, staring at the dark dragon hovering above.
The dragon wears a leather strap around its neck, which is connected to a saddle.
A small figure, inconspicuous compared to the giant dragon, sat on the saddle, controlling the ferocious beast beneath him.
"Glutton, Dragon Flame!"
Rhaegar tightened his grip, glanced at the restless crowd below, and spoke High Valyrian instructions.
"Hiss..."
The glutton sensed the driver's emotions and sprayed out mist-like green dragon flames, quickly crossing half of the sky.
In the eyes of the crowd below, the dragon's flames seemed to be endless.
In an instant, the huge black dragon rushed into the overwhelming dragon flames, taking the small figure on its back with it.
"Hiss..."
Amidst the ear-piercing neighing sound, the huge black dragon writhed in the dragon flames, like a sea monster stirring the sea.
Surprisingly, the figure on the dragon's back was unscathed.
Lei Jia still sat firmly on the saddle, and the dragon flames were like ordinary water mist, causing no harm at all.
The dragon-controlling uniform he wore was specially treated and was preserved in the dragon flames.
If you want to show off your authority, then be thorough.
"Land down, glutton."
When the dragon flames dissipated and the power of the dragon was revealed, Rhaegar spoke softly.
Gluttons know how to show their horror.
Its green vertical pupils looked down at a group of ants below, flashing humanized banter.
Change the direction of your flight and dive headfirst.
It is not a little dragon like Syracuse that has just passed its infancy.
Due to its huge size, the strong wind it whips up is like a storm, enough to overturn a chariot.
The people below saw the dark dragon swooping down, and their expressions changed slightly.
He glanced at the king nervously.
It is no longer a matter of shame for such a huge dragon to charge down.
By the time Glutton swooped over the Red Fort, the wind was blowing into the back garden.
"Hiss..."
Suddenly, it stopped its dive and headed towards the altitude, letting out a mocking hiss.
Turning around, he gradually converged his speed and landed towards the open space in the back garden.
boom--
Fortunately, the back garden was built spacious enough to accommodate the body of a glutton.
Smoke rises from the ground again, and Glutton lands behind the gazebo.
Its size far exceeds that of Syracuse.
Just standing on its feet, the pavilion in front of it is like the gap between a mouse and a cat, completely caught in the gap between its feet.
The glutton's high dragon head is almost level with the tower, scorning the crowd below who don't have enough teeth to fill their teeth.
Its appearance is too evil and terrifying.
The nobles who looked directly at it were inevitably frightened and took a few steps back.
Especially when he saw the small figure on the dragon's back, a boy less than ten years old.
It made them even more frightened.
For a child to control this adult dragon that can destroy any town is like holding a knife to the neck and slitting the throat without knowing when.
Rhaegar, who was on the dragon's back, said nothing and looked into the distance expressionlessly.
"Hiss..."
The glutton looked up to the sky and roared, green dragon flames spurting out.
Under the influence of the dragon flames, the air seemed to be heating up.
The coolness originally characteristic of winter disappears and turns into the heat of summer, making people sweat profusely.
"Okay, put me down, glutton."
Just when the nobles' hearts were in their throats, Rhaegar's childish voice sounded, calling a halt to the gluttons' demonstration.
"Hiss..."
The glutton stopped its dragon flames, folded its wings, and lay on the ground obediently.
It was not only the nobles who felt the heat, but also the king in the pavilion.
Viserys wiped the sweat from his forehead, and couldn't help the joy on his face, and said loudly: "Rhaegar, let the adults see your true face."
"Okay, Father."
Rhaegar had this in mind and stood up from the saddle in response.
He did not wear a secure chain.
Glutton is in tune with him and knows how to ensure that he doesn't fall off the dragon's back.
If it weren't for comfort, a saddle wouldn't be necessary.
Under the gaze of everyone, Rhaegar did not take the position of sliding off the dragon's back.
The straps around Glutton's neck are attached to a ladder, making it easier for him to get on and off the dragon's back.
With a bang, Rhaegar's feet landed on the ground.
He entered from the back of the pavilion and walked into everyone's sight.
He wears a slim-fitting dragon-controlling suit shaped like dragon scales, has a clean, fair face, and is of ancient Valyrian blood with silver hair and purple eyes.
It is in sharp contrast to the ferocious black dragon outside the pavilion.
Viserys took out the arm from Allison's arms, took Rhaegar's little hand, and faced the nobles with his head held high, and his pride was beyond words.
He said loudly: "My lords, take a good look at your future monarch, the new crown prince of the kingdom."
Under the ferocious power of the two giant dragons, the nobles have long understood the appropriateness.
There was thunderous applause immediately.
Wow…
After a burst of applause and cheers, Viserys raised his hand to suppress the nobles who had different expressions.
He patted Rhaegar on the shoulder and encouraged: "Go, Rhaegar, take Rhaenyra off the dragon's back."
Rhaegar looked back at Rhaenyra, who was still sitting on the saddle, and nodded: "Of course."
In today's situation, Rhaenyra would not take the initiative to step off the dragon's back. She had to maintain her pride.
Rhaegar walked towards Sylax step by step, looking at Rhaenyra's side face.
After landing, Rhaenyra's eyes have been on the ocean separated by a wall.
Because the people below are no longer her vassals, they just want to spy on her embarrassment.
When Rhaegar reached Syrax's neck, he calmed the restless and curious golden dragon.
Kneel down slowly on one knee.
He called softly: "Rhaenayla, I've come to get you."
Rhaenyra turned back and looked down at Rhaegar, her expression indifferent.
After a while.
Rhaenyra untied the chains around her waist, stood up from the saddle, and climbed down the ladder.
She walked up to Rhaegar and held out a hand.
Rega held her hand, kissed the back of it gently, and whispered: "Thank you, sister."
"Get up, brother."
Rhaenyra pulled Rhaenyra up with her backhand, holding his hand and walking towards the pavilion.
Even though they are different in height, the siblings still keep pace and move forward together.
After arriving at the pavilion, Rhaenyra saluted Viserys and Allison.
Then, he passed over Leonor who was about to speak and spoke first.
She glanced around the crowd, a smile appeared on her face, and her voice was strong and powerful: "Sir, thank you for coming to participate in today's reserve exchange meeting."
"Right now, in front of you."
"I, Rhaenyra Targaryen, the eldest daughter of King Viserys I, princess of Dragonstone, heir to the Iron Throne..."
"I solemnly announce that I will relinquish my old heirship and return it to my brother Rhaegar, and swear lifelong loyalty to support him and help him, and jointly create a new era of the Dragon Clan!"
After saying that, Rhaenyra looked confident and raised Rhaegar's little hand high.
Chapter 4 today, la la la.
You help me get off the dragon's back, and I push you to sit on the throne. Rhaegar will be the crown prince from now on.
