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

It's getting late, dusk.

In the parliament hall, two white knights in silver armor and white robes pushed open the closed solid wood door.

Led by Viserys, all the members who participated in the meeting walked out one after another.

Looking around, there are a group of people with different expressions.

With a smile on his face, Viserys looked at the envoys of Pentos and Volantis and invited: "The banquet is not over yet. You two are welcome to get drunk before resting."

Just looking at the scene, it looks like allies are on a blind date.

The two envoys had complicated eyes and agreed.

Not only did he agree to a banquet invitation, but he also agreed to a strategy for allocating tax revenue from the port of Lys.

The Iron Throne is so powerful that a hundred years of tax revenue is not a small amount.

They need to send the message as soon as possible via raven to get the approval of the prince/governor.

"Your Majesty, I will retreat first."

Corliss looked solemn and saluted respectfully.

"Not coming to the dinner?" Viserys asked.

Collis shook his head: "As part of my duties, I have to sort out the port taxes in recent years and the plan to restore the port of Leis."

The enjoyment of being in one's position and pursuing political affairs is far less than having the power in hand.

After hearing this, Viserys did not stay any longer and allowed the other party to leave.

He didn't like sea snakes, and it was better not to see them.

Everyone walked out, and Rhaegar suddenly said: "Sir Otto, the craftsmanship is on the agenda, and I will use it to Myr soon."

"Prince, King's Landing has a large population, and I will do my best." Otto took a deep breath.

"Hard work." Rega encouraged him.

The rules of Westeros are already set in stone, and there are not many hidden troubles that can be improved.

He planned to build Myr into a well-established city-state and try a series of desirable policies.

Craftsmanship is just one of them.

As time goes by, further military registrations will be introduced.

There were many propertyless slaves in Mir, and they were classified as military personnel one by one, and assigned to cultivate and farm outside the city-state.

They work in the fields during the farming season, and recruit young people during the war.

In this way, the survival problem of slaves can be solved and the dilemma of lack of troops directly under the royal family can be changed.

Otherwise, follow the aristocracy of Westeros.

A vassal's vassal is not my vassal, and a vassal's vassal is not my vassal.

Whenever the Targaryens go to war, they rely too much on the support of nobles from all over the world.

This is not a good habit for a dynasty that is moving towards unification.

Rhaegar wanted to follow the example of his great-grandfather Jaehaerys, subtly correcting bad habits, and constantly proposing corresponding reform measures.

Tread...

Suddenly, a gray-robed bachelor came quickly, holding a letter in his hand.

"Stop!"

Ilic took a step forward and stopped the bachelor in front of everyone.

"White Knight, this is a message from Storm's End."

The gray-robed bachelor handed over the letter respectfully.

Viserys became more energetic and asked, "Any news from Storm's End?"

The Dornish invasion of Cape Wrath was like a thorn in his heart.

"Your Majesty, wait a moment."

Tormund and Orvel looked at each other, and the former took the letter and checked it on his behalf.

After confirming that there was no problem, Tormund smiled, handed over the letter and said, "That's good news."

The content on the letter is roughly from Emond's autobiography.

How to control the dragon to defeat the Dornish people, and rescue the harassed Crow's Nest City and Eagle's Nest Castle.

A lot of blah blah...

Rhaegar glanced at him and nodded secretly.

Aemond is young and mature, and has a deeper mind than Aegon. He is a good prospect.

Viserys smiled happily after reading the content: "Aemond and Lannino performed very well. The Dornish people cannot stop the dragon's flames."

"Let me take a look."

Allison looked anxious as he took the letter and read it.

With her two sons away from home, the mother is worried and prays to the Seven Gods every night before going to bed.

Until he saw the army opening the way to the Breathing Fortress to support Stonehelm City, Aemond led the team to station in the rain forest, and his heart dropped.

Viserys said with satisfaction: "Aemond led a team and became the commander at a young age."

Allison breathed a sigh of relief and said: "I just hope he is safe. He is too young."

Compared to the adult Aegon, the 10-year-old Aemond made her even more worried.

Rhaegar's eyes flashed and he suggested: "Father, it would be best to resolve the war in the Stormlands as soon as possible."

According to his idea, the king sent a large army and the fleet stationed on the Stepstone Islands to attack the Dornish forces from both sides.

He and Aegon rode the dragon to fight and put an end to the war as soon as possible.

Viserys heard the profound meaning and said worriedly: "You just captured the Three Women's Kingdom, do you want to rest for a while?"

War is not a child's play. Long-term and high-intensity participation will affect people's minds.

Rhaegar hesitated for a moment, thinking of the problem between Lys and Myr.

Indeed, it’s a bit hard to get away.

Jaspi, who came from the Stormlands, said: "Your Majesty, Prince Aemond has the support of Storm's End, and it will be a matter of time before he comes to retreat from the enemy."

He always pays attention to the battlefield of Stormlands, and Aemond has made quite a name for himself.

With the battle-hardened Royce Cullen and Lanino, winning the battle will not be a problem.

Viserys hesitated, wondering whether to send troops.

Otto took the letter and said in a low voice: "The letter says that the army has approached Stonehelm City and victory is certain."

Viserys felt relieved and ordered: "It is better to mobilize three thousand soldiers to support and speed up the pace of the war."

"Under appropriate circumstances, we can also dispatch Prince Aegon to help. There are troops stationed on the Stepstone Islands."

Otto was full of strategy and proposed methods of naval battle support.

Rhaegar asked Tormund: "What's happening on the Bone Road and Prince's Pass?"

The War of the Narrow Sea involved far more.

Braavos only attacked once before resorting to a trade war.

Dorn held back for so long and sent troops to invade the Stormlands, but with no results.

This is inconsistent with the ferocious nature of jackals and vultures.

If something goes wrong, there must be a monster.

Tormund honestly reported that the Bone Road and Prince's Pass were being guarded.

Except for a group of refugees who had gathered for a long time, Dorne had no intention of sending troops.

Rhaegar was still worried and told the other party to send a message to Highgarden and Blackport not to take it lightly.

The Dornish people have always been cunning and must be guarded against.

While talking and walking, everyone walked down the stairs from the corridor.

Allison walked in front, holding her husband's hand, and said seriously: "Girls' Day will be in a few days. I have invited young girls from all over the country, and I will call Aegon back when the time comes."

Girls' Day is a traditional festival of the Church of the Seven Gods, held every summer.

Unmarried girls enter the temple to pray to the seven gods to receive blessings.

At some point, it became an unwritten rule among the nobles.

Provide a reasonable opportunity for boys and girls from noble backgrounds to see each other.

Rhaegar raised his eyebrows and glanced sideways at Rhaenyra beside him.

When he first selected a marriage partner, his father planned to use Girls' Day as an excuse.

Feeling the gaze, Renee tightened her arms and smiled proudly.

Viserys agreed: "Aegon is not young, it is time to choose a wife."

The eldest son is already married, and it is time for the second son to branch out.

Allison's eyes were firm: "Not just Aegon, many adults will bring outstanding children from their families, and they can also choose a husband for Helena."

"Helena?"

Viserys was startled, a little resistant.

According to old Valyrian custom, it is preferred for female members to marry their brothers in line with family tradition.

This ensures the purity of the family bloodline.

There were more female members than male members in my father's generation, and especially there was a Dragonless One named Wei Geng who refused to take a wife.

That's why so many aunts married outside the family and left the family.

Among his generation, his cousin Rhaenys was older and married young.

He personally married Emma Arryn, who combined the Targaryen and Arryn bloodlines, and gave birth to a pair of pure-blooded children.

The younger brother Damon is more tragic. He has no cousins ​​to marry and is married to Lady Leia of Runestone City.

Lady Rhea died at the Black Wedding, and he married Lannal, who was of Targaryen blood.

It can be seen that following family traditions is a serious matter.

Among his children, there are more boys than girls.

Helena staying in the family is far more valuable than marrying outside.

Thinking of this, Viserys whispered: "We should ask Aegon if he is willing to marry Helena, or wait until little Daeron grows up."

Complying with your children's marriage wishes does not mean acting arbitrarily.

Aegon did not want to marry Helena and had other children.

Allison said reluctantly: "It will take many years until Darren grows up."

"What does this mean? Rhaenyra has been waiting for Rhaegar for many years."

Viserys laughed casually.

With the lessons of Rhaenyra and Rhaegar, the 7-year age difference between Helena and Daeron is not a problem.

Allison shook his head and refused: "No, Helena can't wait!"

"There has to be a reason?" Viserys was confused.

Alison glanced back at Rhaegar, gritted his teeth and said: "I do it for the sake of the family to prevent anyone from making mistakes!"

Her daughter has a crush on him, she can tell.

Not to mention the differences between black and green, Rhaegar is already married!

Viserys was no fool. He glanced back at his eldest son and then at his youngest daughter, who was lagging behind. Ridiculous thoughts emerged.

"You mean, Helena..."

Viserys was surprised.

"That's why I want to put an end to it as soon as possible to prevent long nights and nightmares!" Allison lowered his voice and tried to restrain his excitement.

Viserys fell silent.

I didn't expect it, I never expected it!

Behind him, Rega was a little confused by the two people looking at him, and he didn't know why.

His instinct told him that this was not a good thing.

Suddenly, a solemn gaze stared at his back.

Rega turned around subconsciously and met a pair of clear eyes.

Helena put her hands on her lower abdomen and walked up the stairs with a low eyebrow.

He raised his head from time to time and took a look with his light purple eyes.

Rhaegar suddenly turned around and caught her gaze.

Helena was stunned for a moment, her eyes filled with emotion, and she lowered her head consciously after looking at each other for two seconds.

The movements were very coherent, and there was no panic at all about his little thoughts being broken.

Rhaegar looked away, silently beating his head.

The little girl is not in the right mood and has thoughts that she shouldn't have.

In his invisible field of vision, Helena raised her head again and stared at her elder brother and sister in front of her.

There are no impurities in the eyes, and there is a touch of hope in the envy.

She couldn't compete with her sister, so she could only watch silently.

The little girl is simple-minded, but she is not stupid either.

She was waiting for an opportunity to blend in naturally.

Seeing that no one noticed her, Helena secretly cursed: "A dragon has three heads..."