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

The next day.

The sun was high in the sky, and the heat was scorching enough to dry up the creek.

However, the nobles of the Reach are more vengeful than the sun.

Outside the circular city wall of Highgarden, an endless gathering of troops could be seen.

Among the troops, flags of various colors stood.

A white inverted triangle on a white sun, a group of golden cranes on a blue background, a red and gold fox head...

They were all noble families directly under the High Court, and they came overnight to help.

At noon, the sun is at its peak.

There are still a large number of nobles coming from all directions to join the coalition forces in the River Bend.

The assassination of the feudal lord was a shame to all the people of the Reach.

This shame, the last time was another war with Dorne.

Outside the circular city wall, tens of thousands of troops gradually gathered, and the atmosphere became more and more depressing moment by moment.

In the High Court, nobles poured into the reception hall, and the atmosphere was equally solid.

Margaery wore a green gauze dress, stood in front of a group of nobles, and sadly told her father's experience.

During the speech, he spoke politely and advanced and retreated in a well-founded manner, which aroused the sadness and indignation of the nobles.

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Mrs. Alyssa's eyes were filled with tears. With the support of several noble ladies, she forced herself to hold the reception, her face turned pale.

After talking for a long time, all the ice cubes in the ice bucket were consumed by the hot noble.

With a straight face, Mond interrupted the chattering Margery and pretended to say: "Miss Margery, I understand your grief. Your father is also my lord."

Margaery stopped quietly and raised her eyebrows to look at Mond Hightower, who was the first to arrive.

As soon as his father was killed, Mond came immediately.

So suspicious.

Margaery's brown eyes flashed slightly and she said, "Lord Mond, what do you have to say?"

Once suspicion is established, it should be tested.

After hearing this, Mond looked around, cleared his throat and said: "Everyone, we are all sad and angry at the death of Duke Tyrell, but the enemy is at hand, and the Dornish army is in the Crimson Mountains."

"So, instead of being pitiful here, it is better to discuss a commander and send troops to avenge Duke Tyrell!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a middle-aged nobleman said: "The Tyrell family has no men and cannot command the coalition forces in the River Bend."

On his chest he wears the badge of "A Flock of Golden Cranes on a Blue Ground", from House Crane of Red Lake.

This family belongs directly to House Tyrell of Highgarden and has a close relationship.

When the Duke was assassinated, he was at a meeting in Oldtown and was one of the first people to arrive at Highgarden.

Mond took a few steps and said: "Just like the recruitment meeting held in Old Town, we have to jointly elect a commander."

"Then this candidate should be Lord Thaddeus."

Another aristocratic young man with black hair, black eyes and a strong aura spoke.

His clothes were simple, without too many accessories, and a huge sword as wide as the palm of his hand was leaning against his leg.

Someone stood up and agreed: "I agree with Earl Donald Tully's proposal. Duke Tyrell's original intention is to elect Lord Thaddeus."

Where there is agreement there is opposition.

Several minor nobles stood up one after another and said in a tactful tone: "The recruitment meeting has not decided on a suitable commander, at least many people have not agreed yet."

In a few words, the positions of the nobles in the hall were clear.

Some supported Hightower, while others respected the lord's wishes.

There are also some people who sit on the fence and drink one glass after another, and they can't make a fart for a long time.

Margaery clasped her hands together and analyzed the situation in front of her calmly.

My father went to Oldtown to recruit soldiers, and to serve as a deterrent to the increasingly unruly Hightower.

At present, the deterrent effect is obviously not achieved.

Hightower even vetoed some of his father's proposals, and the two sides had a verbal conflict.

Margaery had a delicate heart and knew that now was not the time to show off. She quietly watched the nobles in the hall arguing.

For a long time, while Count Thaddeus himself was away, Mond had the upper hand.

Mond raised his chin and said arrogantly: "Miss Margaery, you are a daughter and don't understand the cruelty of war, but Lord Thaddeus may have trouble getting on his horse. Do you think I am the best candidate to commander the coalition forces?"

It looks like asking, but it's actually threatening.

It is clear that he bullied other people's orphans and widows, and had no male heirs to support him.

Margaery pretended to be sad and pitiful: "Rhaega is still tracking down the real murderer, so it's better to wait for the prince to come back before making a decision."

"His Royal Highness Prince?"

Mond's face changed slightly.

At this time, Helena in the corner trotted to Margery's side, her voice soft and soft: "Uncle Mond, wait for my brother to come back."

Mond's mouth twitched, he broke his teeth and swallowed: "Yes, princess."

Helena has the blood of Hightower, so her words still carry a lot of weight with him.

Margaery breathed a sigh of relief and gave Helena a super grateful look.

The little girl patted Margaery's round and erect breasts with her backhand, and raised her head proudly.

Margaery's face turned red and she pulled up her split skirt.

In the hall, silence returned again.

But this time, it didn't last long.

"Hiss-"

A dragon roar as dull as a bell echoed in the sky, and the dark dragon shadow landed in the inner garden of High Court.

"The prince is back."

"It's His Highness Rhaegar..."

The nobles stood up one after another and poked their heads out of the hall.

Through the green waterfall in the garden, a huge black dragon like a mountain of coal can be vaguely seen.

Lei Jia, with straight silver hair and cold purple eyes, walked into the hall without saying a word.

The nobleman took one look and knew there was no good news.

The murderer who assassinated the Duke has most likely escaped.

Rhaegar did not express his position, and no one dared to get into trouble.

In fact, the group of mercenaries did run away.

Rhaegar rode Glutton and searched the farmland where the incident occurred, Highgarden to Nightsong City, Old Town and other routes, but couldn't find a single trace.

Squeezing his anger, Rega glanced around the nobles present and said coldly: "Is there any other adults who haven't arrived yet?"

If his guess was correct, there must have been a traitor who tipped off Old Tyrell's assassination.

There was no trace of the mercenaries running away, and a traitor was indispensable to help them.

I just don’t know who the traitor is.

Rhaegar's thoughts were racing, and his eyes fell on Mond involuntarily.

Mond was furious when he saw this, and stammered: "Lord Thaddeus from Golden Tree City is not here. He is gathering the troops in the northern part of the Reach. In addition, there are also Carsway from Bitterbridge and Fu Deli from Tengshi Town... "

Many noble families were far away and still gathering troops.

Rhaegar stared at him with sharp eyes like an eagle, as if he wanted to see through the skin and into the heart.

Mond was feeling very uncomfortable. After all, he had been a lord for so many years, so he changed the topic: "Prince, Duke Tyrell was killed. We should elect a commander and call the army to enter the Crimson Mountains for revenge."

The rest of the nobles had the same idea. They were afraid of the pressure that the Crown Prince could invisibly exude, and passively remained silent.

Revenge for the lord, beat up the Dornish bastards, a romance unique to the Reach.

Rhaegar saw through Mond's little thoughts at a glance and felt the strong will of the nobles present.

He turned to look at Margaery and said bluntly: "Who was the commander of the coalition forces appointed by Duke Tyrell during his lifetime?"

He had no naive notion of competing for the command of the Reach.

His mission is to control the overall situation and control the dragon to attack the enemy.

The task of commanding the soldiers on land needs another person to complete.

Asking Margaery was also a warning to Mond.

Margaery lived up to her expectations and spoke quickly: "My father decided before his death that Lord Thaddeus should be in charge, and he also worked hard for this in Golden Tree City."

Rhaegar looked at Mond again, his expression stiff.

Mond was suddenly speechless and sat back in his chair in embarrassment.

After you sing, I will appear.

Donald Tully saluted respectfully and said: "Prince, have the murderers of the Duke been caught?"

"No."

Rega frowned and expressed his guess: "That group of people ran very fast. I suspect there is someone to pick them up."

Wow!

The whole place was in an uproar and looked at each other.

Rhaegar was very calm when he saw it.

When old Tyrell was killed, anyone with a discerning eye could see there was something wrong.

There is no need to conceal the truth about the murder because of so-called concerns about unity.

Donald nodded and said calmly: "There is no heir in High Court, only Lady Alyssa and Miss Margaery are left. I suggest that we should send more defenses."

The Dornish people are cunning and cunning, and are capable of any evil deed that would be punished by God.

The Maitlin family in Wulin City was poisoned, and all immediate members were killed.

The Tyrell family is sparsely populated, and if something unexpected happens to the remaining members, the Reach will inevitably fall into a whirlpool of competition for the guardianship of the realm.

Hearing this, the nobles looked slightly pale and looked at Alyssa and Margery's mother and daughter uncertainly.

There is no heir in Highgarden and a huge piece of fat.

Whoever marries the widow Alyssa or Margaery will at least control the rights of the Reach for decades.

Margaery realized this as well as Alyssa, and her heart skipped a beat.

Margaery walked closer to Rhaegar in small steps and gave her a bright look of help.

Rhaegar glanced at it and understood the content.

She wanted to be the heir to succeed the Duchess of Highgarden.

Rhaegar's brows knitted together, not quite approving it.

There are already two duchesses.

There are a total of six realms in the kingdom, one has two and there should not be three.

The Duchess sounds novel, and she has countless secret affairs behind her back.

Jenny has a strong personality, is smart and decisive, and has an iron-handedness that exceeds that of most men.

With the big tree of Rhaegar behind him, the opposition forces in the valley could not breathe, leaving only an upright heir.

With the same identity, Cassandra inherited Storm's End and was basically a mascot.

Unable to go to the battlefield, the war in Stormlands relied entirely on grandpa Royce and the royal family's foreign aid.

There are almost no political means. Dondarrion of Darkport and Shi Wen of Stonehelm are all aristocratic groups who instigate the stormland nobles to oppose the duchess.

Now the family of Swann is destroyed, and Aemond Dove has taken possession of the magpie's nest.

This is not a good thing, but a terrible mistake that shakes the foundation of House Baratheon.

Aemond is Cassandra's fiancé, who knows if she had any instructions.

Firstly, he cannot subdue his vassals, and secondly, he cannot discipline his fiancé.

Cassandra didn't know if she was really stupid or a complete waste.

It was better to choose the second among the four storms, Malice Baratheon, to inherit the title.

Thinking of this, Rhaegar ignored Margaery's request for help, not wanting to express his stance too early.

The advantage of this woman is that she is smart, but the disadvantage is that her brain is too flexible.

Stereotyped imitation of successful people is not the quality that a successful person should have.

Seeing that Rhaegar remained silent, Margaery secretly stamped her feet angrily and quietly made a signal with her little hand.

Several minor nobles immediately stood up, first praising Donald's proposal, and then hinted at nominating a regent of the High Court.

"I recommend Miss Margaery. Although she is a woman, she is the only Tyrell in Highgarden."

Someone spoke directly.

More people objected and retorted: "Mrs. Alyssa is a widow, so she should be the regent."

"With all due respect, Lady Alyssa is a second wife, and she has only been married to Duke Tyrell for a few months."

"So what, widow regent, most noble families are like that."

"Miss Margaery is the youngest daughter of Duke Tyrell. She is smart and even more convincing."

"We are all women, who is different?"

"..."

Everyone was talking a lot, and there was even a smell of gunpowder.

Donald pondered: "I recommend Miss Margaery, she knows more about Highgarden's information."

House Tully and House Rowan are related by marriage, and House Rowan is a loyal supporter of House Tyrell.

When Donald opened his mouth, it had the final say.

Rhaegar watched silently, ignoring the secret fighting within Highgarden, and was more concerned about whether Mond was involved in the murder of old Tyrell.

Just when the tone of the conversation changed, Margaery smiled.

Mrs. Alyssa, who had always been taciturn, couldn't help it anymore and summoned up the courage to say: "My lords, my marriage to High Court will be short-lived, but..."

"Blessed by the seven gods, I am already pregnant with the blood of my late husband."