Ice and Fire: Reign of the Dragon.

Chapter 88 North, West, South
The two young men ran out of the courtyard without hesitation, ready to ride their dragons. Rhaenyra pondered for a moment, and with the help of her maid, Ilinda Marseille, she walked up to Longzel and said, "Prince, could you please escort my son north?"

Longzel glanced at the newly crowned queen and said, "That's what I meant. Xiaojie is my attendant, and it's my duty to protect him."

"As a mother, I thank you for taking care of Xiaojie and the others." Rhaenyra said softly, "As a queen, I also hope that you can help him complete his mission."

"I understand you." Longzel bowed slightly and walked outside. His dragon was parked on the beach, some distance away from the castle. He had to ride his horse quickly to catch up with the little dragon's speed.

"Prince, I appoint you as the Guardian of the Marches and Commander of the South." Queen Rhaenyra said solemnly, "After you return to Dragon's Nest, you can control all military affairs in the Reach, Stormlands, Marches, and Dorne."

Longzel nodded, took a warhorse from the guards of Dragonstone, and immediately ran towards the giant dragon on the beach. Wormisol looked up at the two little dragons that took off, seemed to have noticed something, and crawled towards the castle, just in time to pick up his master.

With a roar, Wormisol flew to the north.

"Your Majesty, it's time for me to set off too." Daemon took Queen Rhaenyra's hand and kissed it gently.

"I wish you a triumphant return." Rhaenyra returned a kiss on the cheek. Daemon smiled, took the Dark Sister from the servant, and trotted towards the direction of Dragon Mountain.

A moment later, the slender and snake-like Korakshu roared and took off from Dragon Mountain, and in the blink of an eye he flew into the clouds.

King's Landing, Red Keep.

Great Aegon looked with a grim face at the message brought by the raven flying from Dragonstone.

Very simple, two items in total. The first item was to announce to all the lords, knights, and civilians that Otto Hightower, Alicent Hightower, and Criston Cole had betrayed their king and were oath breakers and traitors despised by the gods. As for the half-siblings deceived by the traitors, Rhaenyra tolerantly said that as long as they were willing to kneel down and admit their mistakes on Dragonstone, she would be happy to forgive them. After all, they all had Targaryen blood in their veins, and parricide was the greatest sin in the world.

The second followed closely on the heels of the first, with Dragonzel declaring his support for Rhaenyra's claim to the throne and participating in her coronation.

"Traitors! They are traitors!" Only then did Aegon the Great feel a chill on the back of his neck. He was not stupid. Although he loved drinking and playing with women, he still knew arithmetic. If Longzel joined Rhaenyra's camp, it would be equivalent to the Black Party having five adult dragons and four little dragons that could take off and fight.

"Seven levels of hell." In the end, Great Aegon did not say the words "I'm going to chop off their heads", but just sat tiredly on the Iron Throne.

"Hiss." As soon as he sat down, Great Yigen took a deep breath, raised his hand, and saw that a sharp sword had cut his finger. Blood immediately gushed out, and Great Yigen hurriedly put his finger in his mouth. Fortunately, the wound was not deep, just a little scratch.

Aegon the Great was immediately unhappy, but he could do nothing but sit in the empty throne room, wondering what he was thinking.

Vermithor quickly caught up with Vermax, but this was because Jakaris saw Longzel chasing him and deliberately slowed down.

"Sir, why are you following me!" Jacaerys shouted at the top of his voice.

"Your mother let you do that!" Longzel roared back, and Womisoel also roared and flew to Womax's side.

Dragonstone was not far from the Eyrie. The two dragons flew over Seagull Town one after the other. When the dragons saw the endless mountains, the familiar Giant's Spear appeared again. Jacaerys suddenly pointed down. "My lord, there is an army!" Longzel pressed his gauntlet. Wormithor flew a little lower and saw a small army with good equipment surrounding the Moon Gate. They were flying the golden eagle flag and did not notice anything above their heads.

"Jenny, this is for your own good." Esamba Arryn tried to persuade the expressionless Duchess on the city wall. Duchess Jenny Arryn was thirty-five years old. Ever since her father and brother were killed by the Stone Crows in the mountains, the Duchess had been in control of the valley until today.

This golden-haired "Valley Virgin" who inherited the Andal characteristics of her family was still beautiful, but her long-term rule also brought her indescribable majesty, especially when she looked at these "relatives" under the city, this majesty was even more intense.

Ser Joffrey Arryn wore his fine plate mail, and his guards were at his side, as was Artis Royce.

This is also the reason why the Duchess of the Vale can stand here safely. Earl Artis brought 700 well-equipped knights of the Vale, and Joffrey has 500 crossbowmen under his command.

"King Aegon is the true king. The king promised that as long as you are willing to bend the knee to him, he can recognize your rule over the Vale. Cousin, wake up."

"Dragon!" A terrified cry interrupted Esemba's words. The old chief of the Golden Eagle just looked up and saw a huge dragon shadow falling from the sky and landing in his army without reason. Esemba didn't even say a word before Wormisol stepped on him and his horse into the stone. The dragon seemed to feel uncomfortable and roared immediately after landing. With a sweep of its tail, another group of people were swept to the ground. Screams and pleas for mercy instantly spread throughout the city.

"Is this the dragon?" Sir Joffrey looked at the new mountain and couldn't help swallowing.

"Yes," Duchess Jenny nodded expressionlessly.
The rest of the people saw that Womax was also landing, and they immediately dispersed, even leaving their flags behind. Womax then shook his head and flew to the wall of Moon Gate Castle.

Prince Jacaerys jumped nimbly from the dragon's back.

"Lord Jeyne, I come as an envoy of my mother, Queen Rhaenyra I of House Targaryen." The prince bowed deeply to the Duchess politely, then looked up at the Duchess.

the other side.

Thunder and lightning rolled in the dark clouds, and the common storm in Stormland hit the round tower of Storm's End. Araxes struggled to bring the soaked Luciris to the square of Storm's End.

The little prince wiped his face and jumped off the dragon.

Araxes suddenly roared towards the other side, and Lusris looked in the direction of the sound.

I saw a huge mountain slowly rising from the side.

Vhagar.

Luthris recognized the dragon immediately.

(End of this chapter)