Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 56: The Afterglow of the Morning Sun (End of Dragon Training)
That night.

Chaotou Island, Gaochao City.

"Who is that?"

Rhaenys Targaryen stood in front of the window with a solemn expression, looking at the bronze dragon soaring freely over the sea in the distance.

If I'm not mistaken, that's my grandfather's dragon.

Who awakened it from its slumber?

Is it tamed?
"what is the relationship?"

Corlys Velaryon hugged his wife from behind and said calmly, "The royal family is small. Can we expect our King Viserys to tame the dragon himself?"

"You don't understand, Corliss." Rhaenys said carefully: "The dragon cannot be released."

She was worried that the dragon had been tamed by some scumbag bastard or something.

The Targaryen dragon bloodline will be pulled down from the altar.

Collis' mind moved slightly. He lowered his head to admire his wife's beauty, and a smile appeared on his serious face: "But there are dragons on Chaotou Island, and there are three of them."

This is also the capital that enables him to challenge the majesty of the royal family.

Even the self-proclaimed orthodox Targaryen family only has two dragon riders, one big and one small.

Among them is Damon, who is a threat and his partner.

"Corliss, there are still men in the Targaryen family."

Rhaenys's face was calm.

A ray of moonlight shone down, illuminating the balcony blocked by the fence.

Rhaenys has long black hair mixed with some silver threads, a pretty face full of heroic spirit, and the high cheekbones under her purple eyes reveal her inner strength.

Her mother was Lady Jocelyn of House Baratheon, whose toughness dyed the silver hair of the Targaryen dark.

Upon hearing this, Collis stared at his wife in amazement.

He was born into the Velaryon family, who also had the blood of ancient Valyria. He was born with silver hair and purple eyes, and had a convincing nobility.

Because of going out to sea all year round, his skin is a little tanned, which makes his masculinity more prominent.

Rhaenys glanced twice and turned back to the bedroom.

Her husband is good in every way: brave, talented, and hardworking.

Basically all the advantages that a man should have can be found in him.

The only thing is that he has a strong desire for power.

Looking at his wife's swaying back, Collis frowned slightly: "What other men are there in the royal family?"

Can you expect that from a child who is still wet behind the ears?

"Haha, the Targaryens of the past were so weak."

Collis took one last look at the giant dragon soaring over the sea and laughed at his own thoughts.

King Viserys was narrow-minded, causing the royal family to suffer internal and external troubles.

His wife is one of the legitimate Targaryen heirs, and their children should be closer to the Iron Throne.

He won't stop.

……

The beginning of the day.

A red glow appeared on the horizon and the red sun rose from the sea level.

Edge of the beach.

Alec took off his black robe, pulled out the silver armor underneath, and stabbed his long sword in the gravel.

He was panting and his face looked very ugly.

On the opposite side stood dozens of Shigu Tower guards.

Alfred's face turned even worse, staring at the exquisite silver armor that symbolized the White Knight.

After a whole night of hard work, it was all in vain.

Two white knights escorted the young prince to Dragonstone, proving how much the king valued his nephew.

The rumors from outside are simply not credible.

"Damn it, why didn't you reveal your identity earlier?"

Alfred's teeth were itching with hatred, and his fingernails pierced his palms as he clenched the sword.

If he had known that there were two white knights escorting him, he should have taken a gentler approach.

Alec looked sarcastic and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

He didn't know how high the other person's resume was.

All we know is that this person has second thoughts about the royal family and is doomed.

“Hiss—”

A roar was heard from the horizon, and a giant bronze dragon flew back from the seaside facing the flaming red sunrise.

"It's His Royal Highness."

Alfred's eyes lit up and he immediately thought of an idea to clear his name. He dropped his sword and ran after the dragon.

He wanted to be the first to congratulate the young prince on his successful dragon taming and to express his loyalty by swearing allegiance.

Believe me, a child can be easily fooled.

"Your Highness the Prince!"

Alfred looked happy, with his arms open and shouting continuously, like the most devout believer.

As if hearing his call, the bronze dragon slowly descended.

Alfred's eyes were full of enthusiasm, but he suddenly found that the dragon was flying towards him. "Wait, no..."

boom--

The sound stopped abruptly, and a large dragon claw stepped down accurately, crushing him into a puddle of mud.

The head with a terrified expression was squeezed and flew out by chance.

Dead completely.

Womisol's pupils were straight and indifferent. He didn't care at all about stepping on a small insect to death. He shook his dragon head and lowered his neck.

Aemon jumped off the dragon's back with a "bang" and walked in front of the dragon.

I saw a hideous head on the road and kicked it into the sea like a ball.

"Asshole, you scared me to death."

Aemon patted his chest and cursed.

After passing through the Dragon Flame Waterfall, my courage soared like a rocket.

A mere dead head cannot stop His Royal Highness the Prince.

"Roar!"

Womisol lay on the beach, with its huge dragon head lazily resting on the sand.

Aemon felt sore all over, and he knelt down gently in front of the dragon's head, resting his forehead against the ferocious dragon's kiss.

Smelling the rusty dragon odor, I felt a sense of peace in my heart.

"Hello, big guy!"

Aemon murmured softly, feeling that they were truly a perfect match.

Womisol didn't even move his eyelids, breathing heavily to regain his strength.

At this moment, the red sun is rising, and the entire coastline is painted a layer of fiery red.

It is backed by the towering Longshan Mountain and lies on the golden beach below.

A man and a dragon faced each other, leaning on each other.

Inexplicably, it forms a beautiful ink painting.

Alec and the guards did not dare to go forward. They looked at the beautiful and thrilling scene from afar, and an idea suddenly came to their minds.

Your Highness, perhaps you are the real dragon!
Aemon was unaware, and rubbed his forehead gently against the bronze scales, feeling the dragon's scorching heat.

He finally had a dragon of his own.

You can also touch it as you like.

Womisol closed his vertical pupils and allowed the rider to hold the dragon's mouth, still maintaining a proud attitude.

It recognizes the other.

This bold silver-haired boy is qualified to be on equal footing with it.

"Womithor, I feel your heart."

Aemon smiled slightly, trying to communicate the mental bond that was established for the first time.

Every time his bloodline is purified, he has an inexplicable feeling.

Just like at the beginning, he felt that he could hatch a dragon egg.

But the black dragon egg that had been placed in the cradle since childhood refused to hatch.

When his bloodline increased to more than 20%, he felt that he could tame a dragon.

But at that time Menghuo rejected him the first time and did not accept the second contact.

Now, his bloodline has increased to 33%.

He was very sure that he could communicate with Wormithal through the bond.

Even though this feeling is still weak, it is real.

Aemon was exhausted physically and mentally. He leaned his whole body against the dragon's kiss and muttered, "I know. The dragon egg's refusal to hatch and the dream fire's refusal are all guidance from heaven. Let me subdue you."

"Roar!"

Womisol understood and sneezed violently.

The familiar feeling of weightlessness came over him, and Imon rolled back several times before sitting on the beach with his legs spread apart again.

"Well, why am I here?"

His Royal Highness was bewildered.

After a night of thrills and excitement, my brain almost stopped working.

"Roar!"

Womisol held his head high, his pupils revealing dissatisfaction, and his strong chest was supported by his wings.

And the shriveled belly beneath the bronze scales.

As if to say: "Boy, it's time to eat."

Yimon was confused, thinking that he had found a boss?
As expected of you, the arrogant and overbearing "Bronze Fury".

　[Stable update time: 8:16 am, : pm]

　　The Dragon Training chapter has officially ended, and next we will enter the journey to Tidehead Island.

　　To be honest, Zhou Zhou wanted to write this a long time ago.

　　In the first part, "Crown Prince for a Day", after taming the dragon, it was time to advance the plot of Tidehead Island.

　　However, there were some review issues involved, which made Zhou Zhou dizzy and confused, so he turned around to write other unremarkable plots.

　　This book has learned its lesson and will not dare to offend the "river crab god" in the selection of the heroine.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)