MTL - Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day-Chapter 350 Dragonstone Ceremony!

Chapter 350 Dragonstone Ceremony!

The white horse passed by, and it was more than a month in a hurry.

 Longshi Island, Stone Drum Tower.

 In the bathroom, the pebbled pool was bubbling, and the rich mist was steaming.

A figure was naked, with long silver-gold hair scattered around the edge of the pool, and his entire body was soaked in boiling water.

 The figure was motionless, and faint snoring could be heard.

Crunch—

 The bathroom door opened from the outside, and a figure walked in.

Silver-gold long hair is tied behind her head, she wears a black off-the-shoulder dress, and her bright purple pupils are full of brilliance.

Rhaenyra sat on the side of the pool with her knees bent, looking at the people in the water quietly through the sultry water vapor.

 After staying for a while, I seemed to be tired of it.

Rhaegar turned his face away and muttered without opening his eyes.

The dress that used to fit perfectly was now a little tight.

Rhaenyra let down her hair, stretched out her hand to pinch the tip of his nose, and said with a smile: "Get up, father and the others are here."

 It's just that he has a special physique, so it was difficult to detect before.

As soon as the bathroom door closed, Rhaegar got out of the pool, hugged Rhaenyra, and nibbled on the bare neck.

  Hunting dragon people could not find the dragon shadow, and could only find some traces of wild dragons in Longshan.

Rhaegar turned over in the water, raised his arms and hugged Rhaenyra's waist, and pressed his cheek against the belly covered by the dress.

That unknown wild dragon is very cunning, and occasionally flies to Dragonstone Island late at night to explore the towering Dragon Mountain.

 The two siblings hid deep in Dragonstone Island and hung out together all day long.

Haunted softly toward the door: "Daniella, come in."

  She knew Rhaegar was expressing dissatisfaction.

 “Why didn’t I do the right thing?”

　　After the tourney, Viserys and Allison took care of the many guests and prepared the ship to go to Dragonstone.

 A month has passed.

The ceremony is about to be held, and the guests don’t need to turn back, they will just be transferred.

 At the time of the tournament, nearly two months had passed.

 “Let’s go ashore when we get there. I’m very sleepy.”

Lejia Zhileng opened his eyes and complained: "I looked for that wild dragon all night last night, and I didn't close my eyes until dawn."

 The illegitimate daughter fell into her hands, but she did not deal with it privately or drive them away.

 “Rhaegar, don’t do evil.”

 After a month, the originally flat lower abdomen became slightly curved.

Rhaenyra put on a straight face and said bluntly: "Then have you found it?"

Daniella remained with her as a personal maid.

Silver-gold curly hair, white and transparent skin, and an appearance similar to Rhaenyra.

Rhaenyra tidied herself up before completely waking up the man in the water.

 It has been exactly three months now and the tire condition is stable.

Rhaegar was at a loss for words for a moment, and he rubbed his slightly swollen belly like a fool, making it difficult for the baby in his belly.

According to the double confirmation of Grand Maester Orwell and Dragon Cave Maester Menas, Rhaenyra is indeed pregnant.

Rhaenyra's eyes were full of helplessness, and she patted Rhaegar's back like a child, urging: "Don't make me say it a second time, do something serious."

The corners of her mouth curved into a smirk, and she twirled a strand of hair that was scattered by the pool, and teased the other person's handsome cheek.

boom-

"Forehead…"

Daniella knelt down by the pool, put down the tray of folded clothes, and offered a bath towel.

 “Get up quickly, don’t let me lecture you.”

Rhaenyra giggled happily, pushing him with both hands, but she also enjoyed the sweetness of rubbing her ears and temples together.

 “Rhaenayla, you are so boring.”

The bathroom door opened, and a figure walked in with a lowered head and a tray.

Rhaegar spent the night driving the Glutton to track him, but lost his trace in the night, and his whole night's work was in vain.

Danila remained silent, glanced timidly at Rhaenyra, and then tiptoed out after receiving the signal.

 Last night, the wild dragon sneaked onto the island and disturbed the dormant Silver Wings.

 “Get out!” Rhaegar turned his head away, his voice flat.

 The smaller Leila was given to Helena as a playmate.

  She deliberately used this method to remind Rhaegar to take care of himself.

There was a fuss for a while, and water splashed onto the black skirt, outlining her graceful figure.

Legend suppressed the ripples, stood up, dried himself, and put on the clothes he had prepared. “Rhaegar, carry me out.”

Rhaenyra’s eyes were blurry, her whole body was numb, and she opened her arms to give orders.

Leaning down and kissing her smooth forehead, Rhaegar gasped softly: "You are the queen."

 …

 In the blink of an eye, a few days passed.

 Dragonstone Island, Longshan.

 In a flat open space, several bonfires were lit, and thousands of princes and nobles gathered.

 Targaryen, Velaryon, Celtigar, all the Valyrian bloodlines gathered together.

 Everywhere in Longshan, giant dragons are either crawling or soaring.

 In the center of the crowd, two figures stood looking at each other.

Under her long silver-gold hair, she wears a red and white robe and a wide and tight burlap belt.

Rhaegar has a resolute face and his long hair is spread freely.

Rhaenyra looked forward to it, wearing an ancient wooden headdress.

 Under the gaze of most of the nobles and lords of the Seven Kingdoms, a ceremony in compliance with ancient Valyria was carried out.

Rhaenyra lowered her head slightly, holding a sharp dragon crystal in her hand, cutting her lower lip, and a trace of bright red blood flowed.

Rhaegar held her hand and pointed the sharp dragon crystal at his lower lip, cutting a **** mark as well.

 Each index finger licked a smear of blood and printed it on each other's foreheads, outlining a hazy mark.

 This is an ancient Valyrian word.

 The mark on Rhaegar's forehead is "blood".

 The mark on Rhaenyra's forehead is "Fire".

The black dragon crystals continued to move, each scratching the palms of their hands, and blood flowed gurglingly.

Rhaegar and Rhaenyra looked at each other, seemingly unable to feel the pain, and stretched out their bleeding palms to hold each other tightly.

A black-and-gold ribbon wraps around both palms, as if a rope holds the two hearts firmly together.

Peripherally, Maester Menas of the Dragon's Den wielded his cane and recited High Valyrian with great emotion:

 “Two bloodlines merge into one.”

Rhaenyra took a bronze wine cup, took a slow sip, and handed it to the other person.

 “Gloomy flames, ode to shadows.”

Rhaegar stared at the other person intently and took the bronze wine cup steadily.

 “Two hearts come out together, and the fire peak remains with embers.”

 In the sight of many people, the bronze wine cup was pressed against his lower lip, and Rhaegar raised the cup and drank it all in one gulp.

Mainers had a deep voice and recited the congratulations word by word:

“Tomorrow is promised in the cup, and the stars in the sky are witnesses.”

 “I vow to travel through time, day and night.”

Beside the campfire, Viserys looked excited, witnessing the long-awaited scene.

 Her lips trembled slightly, and Allison, who was supporting her husband, vaguely heard the word "Emma".

 Aegon, Helena, Aemond, and Daeron, the four younger siblings stood side by side, looking at their eldest sister and brother with solemn expressions.

 This is a traditional ceremony of the dragon kings of ancient Valyria, surpassing the ceremony of the Seven Gods of Westeros.

Hang!

The bronze wine cup fell to the ground, and the two siblings looked at each other and smiled.

 Lega probed his head slightly, his blood-stained lips slightly opened.

Rhaenyra looked at her with affection, tilted her head and leaned closer to respond.

At this moment, all the complaints are gone, leaving only lingering affection.

The figures gradually overlapped, caressing each other's necks, entangled endlessly like intoxication.

Glutton stands at the top of Longshan Mountain, his green vertical eyes overlooking the driver's grand ceremony, his head raised and roaring loudly.

 “Hiss…”

Syrax screamed continuously, fluttering its wings and hovering over the clearing, unable to contain the golden dragon flames that spewed out.

 They are all trying their best to celebrate the driver.

Immediately, the dragons were emotionally heightened and roared unconsciously.

 Dream Fire, Sea Smoke, Colakxiu…

Several giant dragons soar in the sky, and several giant dragons stand on Longshan Mountain to participate in this ancient ceremony.

I don’t know how long they lingered, but the two figures separated reluctantly.

Rhaegar smiled, and Rhaenyra pursed her red lips.

 Our foreheads were pressed together, and they thought of a sentence in their hearts: "Blood and fire come from the same source!"

 (End of this chapter)