Game of Thrones: I became a crown prince for a day

The passionate preaching ended and the competition officially began.

As usual, the first warm-up match involves an archery competition.

On the high platform, the royal family members took their places.

Viserys sat on the throne, with his wife Allison and youngest son Daeron on his left, and Otto on his right.

Seated on both sides were the sea serpents Corlys and Rhaenys on the right, next to Daemon and Lannar.

Opposite on the left, siblings Rhaegar and Rhaenyra depend on each other, followed by Jeyne of the Eyrie and Lady Elena of Storm's End.

The seating arrangements are very particular, with the important people of the day arranged.

Aegon, Helena, and Aemond had no seats, so they all stood behind Rhaegar, showing their superiority.

Lanino, his wife, and the Four Storms could only stand behind their elders, as if they were listening.

The conversation begins with an excited Viserys offering words of encouragement.

Rhaegar leaned on the back of his chair and caught a glimpse of Gray Worm standing aside from the corner of his eye. He asked boredly: "Who is there on the field?"

"Robb Blackwood." Gray Worm replied in a low voice.

Rhaegar smiled: "Robb is participating, there is no doubt about the winner."

In terms of archery, Robb was number one in his mind, and that guy's arrows were barely good at turning.

As a small mention, after Robb became the commander of the royal garrison, Samwell proposed to restore Robb's surname and record it as the Blackwood branch of House Raventree.

Called Stonemill Blackwood.

Robb readily agreed and ordered a special clan crest.

An arrow pierced three bleeding crows.

It means not forgetting the original intention, remembering the territory and title snatched from the Blackwood family, and showing loyalty to Rhaegar in disguise.

Soon, Viserys finished speaking, raised his wine cup and made a toast.

Rega and the other members sitting on the chairs toasted together in celebration.

With a glass of wine in his stomach, Viserys rubbed a trace of fatigue from his brows and raised the topic: "Lady Elena, thank you for arranging your daughter's marriage to the royal family. I believe our two families can cooperate in the long run."

"My pleasure, Your Majesty."

Mrs. Elena spoke politely, and Shi Shiran stood up.

Viserys smiled brightly and pretended to be suspicious: "The marriage between the two families is a big deal, thanks to you and Princess Rhaenys, but I still have some key doubts."

"Please speak." Elena said calmly.

Viserys raised his hand, showed Aemond and Cassandra first, and said seriously:

"My third son is still young, and there are still five years before marriage. But sooner or later, the two children will be united. What kind of surname will the child have?"

Aemond is a boy, so his offspring will naturally be named Targaryen.

But Cassandra inherited Storm's End, and their child was the legal heir. The Baratheon family would not be willing to be replaced by Targaryen.

The topic is very sensitive and goes straight to the heart of some people.

Aemond and Cassandra looked at each other, and there was a hint of reluctance in each other's eyes.

Aemond rolled his eyes and opened his mouth to say something.

Rega remained calm on the surface, stuffing a piece of pastry into his mouth with his backhand, turning his head and giving him a look that said, "It's up to you."

Aemond was startled, swallowed the cake dryly, and lowered his head unconvinced.

Rega glanced at it, picked up the wine cup and took a sip.

In this situation, there is no place for people standing to speak.

Naturally, the brothers' little moves could not escape the eyes of Viserys and Lady Elena.

The two adults have delicate minds and have long since stopped caring about so-called feelings and only talk about benefits.

After a harmonious conversation, a solution was decided.

Viserys smiled and said generously: "The two children will get married five years later, and the heirs born will take the Targaryen surname from their father. When the heirs inherit Storm's End, they will take the Baratheon surname."

It was a fair proposal that left Baratheon with enough dignity.

Targaryen also reaps the benefits. The child who changes his surname will think that he is a Targaryen from the bottom of his heart, and he will be able to rule the Stormlands stably for three generations.

Mrs. Elena put her hands together and said with a satisfied smile: "A generous idea, Your Majesty."

She is a woman who does not understand politics. She has no regrets in ensuring that her daughter inherits Storm's End and continues the bloodline of her husband's Baratheon family.

I really want to strive for more, just think about the dance of dragons just now.

When things go well, both families can accept it.

Viserys glanced sideways at Jason Lannister and suggested, "Lord Jason, you and Lady Jeyne are dukes of the same realm. How about you just be a witness to the marriage between the two families?"

Jason had been frightened by the scene of dancing dragons and was trying to reduce his sense of presence.

As soon as the king called his name, Jason stood up awkwardly and said with a sneer: "No problem, Your Majesty."

Jenny walked out of her seat at this time, took Cassandra's hand, and said softly: "You will inherit the legacy of your fathers and become the first duchess of Stormland."

Kassandra looked very cautious, looked around nervously, and mustered up the courage to say: "I will work hard to manage the storm land and maintain the honor of the family."

The two women sang together and publicly announced the successor to Storm's End.

"A wonderful statement to celebrate the birth of the Duchess of Storm's End!"

Viserys shouted enthusiastically and was the first to applaud.

Take advantage of the opportunity and settle things as quickly as possible.

Rhaegar applauded for the second time and laughed: "Celebrating the marriage between the two families, the kingdom is prosperous."

Rhaenys, Daemon, Otto...etc. all applauded.

Even Jason, who was opposed to female heirs, clapped and joined in with a stiff smile.

The Stormland nobles who supported the bastards, including Lord Dondarrion and Lord Sven, who gathered at the edge of the high platform, kept their heads silent and dared not speak out in anger.

They all understand that the Dance of Dragons is not only a performance for Targaryen to promote his power to the outside world, but also a warning call for those who test the royal family's bottom line.

Bang!

The gong sounded in the competition arena, and the archery competition came to an end.

Viserys perked up, put down the half-drunk glass of wine, and said happily: "Rhaegar, Daemon, it's your turn to play. The adults in the kingdom are waiting for your wonderful showdown!"

"No problem, let me teach my nephew how to duel with knights."

Damon raised his brows and stood up with a smile. The jet-black dragon scale armor reflected the black light in the sun.

Rhaegar held the side of his face with one hand and said amusedly: "Uncle, it's still early for the tourney to end."

"Haha, I'm going to stretch my muscles first." Damon grinned, threw away his red cloak and stepped off the stage.

"Hiss..."

Corakxiu spread his wings and soared into the air, his scarlet body hovering over the competition field, making a sharp scream.

Suddenly, the nobles in the tournament guessed that the Prince Ranger was about to appear.

Before the Second Battle of the Stepstones, Daemon was the most powerful person on the mainland and was the leading figure in Targaryen.

Even now, there are still many noble second sons, proletarian knights, and down-and-out knights who admire him and are willing to serve for him.

"Hiss-"

The next moment, a roar as dull as a bell resounded inside and outside the competition arena.

The glutton raised its dragon head, its green vertical pupils revealed cruelty and contempt, its jet-black wings opened and closed, trying hard to restrain the desire to hunt hidden in its bones.

This scene fell into the eyes of the crowd and undoubtedly brought great visual impact.

A giant black dragon as huge as a mountain stood up straight, and its breath was like a hot torrent, like the dark clouds before the storm, making it difficult for a depressed person to breathe.

Rega sat calmly on the chair, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

With the mentality of watching a show, he casually touched the table next to him.

Touch it, it's empty.

I touched it again and it was still empty.

Rega turned around in surprise, seeing that there was no cake or fruit left on the entire table.

Rhaenyra glanced at her, holding a piece of honeydew melon in her two little hands and nibbling on it, her purple eyes full of innocence.

Rhaenyla had a full meal today and was in a very beautiful mood.

She carefully selected a black off-shoulder dress, with her long hair tied back, looking dignified and noble.

Rega pursed his lips and smiled, coaxing a child and said, "Is that enough? Do you want some more?"

"Shh~ don't be heard."

Rhaenyra warned in embarrassment, peeking at Damon's empty seat, and said with a premeditation: "I will go to Lannar later and eat her pastries."

Rega held his forehead with one hand: "I really belong to you."

There are only two plates of pastries and one plate of fruits on one table. Eat more and you won't be full.

Adhering to the attitude that being able to eat is a blessing, he could only agree.

The contest was about to begin, and Rhaegar left to prepare.

Before leaving the stage, he first walked towards Otto and Leonor.

One of the two was in the main seat and the other was in the back row, very close to each other.

"prince."

Seeing the crown prince walking up to him, Leonor forced a smile, his eyebrows showing fatigue.

"Lord Leonor, let me show you something."

In front of Otto, Rhaegar stretched out a hand with a golden cicada carving the size of a peanut placed in his palm.

Leonor said in surprise: "This is..."

He recognized the gold ornaments on the scepter of his second son Laris.

In order to protect his second son, he bribed a prisoner escorted to the Great Wall to monitor and report on his second son's condition along the way.

It was because the prisoner had lost contact that he hurriedly sent people to investigate and learned that his second son had been burned by dragon flames.

Otto's eyes narrowed and he also recognized the origin of Jin Chan.

Rhaegar picked up the small golden cicada with two fingers and said solemnly: "I got this in the secret room under the Widow's Tower last night. Its owner completely surrendered to the law, but he did not die under the dragon's flames."

Hearing this, Leonor's eyes widened, and various possibilities flashed through his mind.

In one and a half breaths, he figured it out.

Rega smiled, turned around and threw the golden cicada into Otto's wine cup with a clang, and said softly: "Lord Otto, I found the things you didn't get for you."

After that, he patted Alto's shoulder and left with a meaningful look in his eyes.

Larris can die, but not in the name of his promise-breaking interception.

With Leonor's wisdom and understanding of his second son, a golden cicada carving is enough to clear up the misunderstanding.

After some actions, Leonor stared at Otto with shock and anger.

He read the Crown Prince's hint.

Otto had a complicated expression and silently turned the wine cup upside down.

He didn't argue, as if he was a stranger.

…

Walking off the high platform, Lei Jia's eyes were deep in thought.

Larisse's escape was inseparable from Otto, but he was a little unsure about what role Otto played in it.

Investigated dragon lair records from various places and questioned spies from Storm's End.

A few days before and after Jing Ze encountered Long Yan, Meng Huo, Sheep Thief, and Yang Yan traveled on the same day.

Sunfire carried Aegon back to King's Landing from Harrenhal and spent the night in a brothel.

Dreamfire and the Sheepstealer left at Dragon's Nest on Thousand Faces Island and Storm's End respectively, one in the morning and the other at noon.

Dreamfire returns to the dragon's nest that night, and the sheep thief returns to Storm's End after two nights away.

As Laris said, the two dragons have time and opportunity to intercept.

But why two dragons?

A dragon travels in secret, killing night watchmen and prisoners without making much noise.

Otto's reaction when he saw the golden cicada carving just now was also strange.

There was stability in the composure, and there was no panic at all when the conspiracy was exposed.

Larisse wasn't telling the truth!

Rhaegar pondered: "Choose a time to ask Helena. The little girl will not lie."