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

At night, old town.

The Starry Temple.

Rhaegar lay on his back in the center of the sculpture of the Seven Gods, his eyes slightly closed and his breathing steady and strong.

The giant sword Dawn was placed beside him. The whole body of the sword was like a transparent crystal, attracting little bits of starlight and moonlight.

Outside, nuns knelt and prayed, not surprised by this scene.

After seven days and nights of observation, they were certain that the handsome prince in front of them was the manifestation of the gods.

Otherwise, you can go without eating or drinking for seven days and seven nights and still maintain a rosy complexion.

Call upon the stars to shine every night, nourishing the brilliance of your silver-gold hair.

Various special phenomena cannot be explained by conventional explanations.

Outsiders won't know.

At this time, Rhaegar fell into a deep sleep and drifted into sleep.

In the dream, war and fire go hand in hand, and dragons and disasters go hand in hand.

Rega's vision was blurred, and he was passively trapped in the smoke-filled battlefield.

He lowered his head and wore a piece of Valyrian steel armor as deep as night, as if shrouded in a layer of black mist.

He raised his hands, holding the sword True Fire and the lost dragon claw.

Wuwuwu——

An inexplicable horn sounded, and my whole body suddenly felt unbearably hot, as if my blood was boiling and burning.

Rhaegar listened intently, returned to his dragonborn state, and his purple eyes turned into two vertical pupils.

The sound of the horn suddenly changed, as if a heavy fog had been broken.

Ancient, thick, hot...

"This is not my battlefield."

Rhaegar was half confused and half awake, suddenly realizing that this was a dream.

It's like a series of nightmares that have followed me since childhood.

Bo~~

Thinking of this, the world in front of him shattered like a spider web.

The scene changes and the perspective is split into two.

One is King's Landing's Red Keep, and the other looks like King's Landing's Dragon's Lair.

Rhaegar thought he had woken up from a dream and stood confused as a spectator.

The Red Fort was obscured by a white mist and nothing could be seen.

The dragon's lair is revealed.

The reason why it is called a dragon's lair is that there are three dragon eggs placed in a straw nest in a closed space.

Dragon egg shells are scaly and come in different colors.

One is as red as fire, and the other is as blue as the sea.

The last dragon egg, one-third of the upper part is black, and two-thirds of the lower part is red, like a black egg sitting on a flame.

"Hiss..."

A slight neighing sound was heard, and cracks appeared on the last dragon egg.

Paji——

The eggshell is broken, and it seems that a small head is launching a headbutt.

Lei Jia suddenly realized that something was wrong.

An explorer alert sounded in my ears.

"Congratulations, the Heart of the Stars has been activated, you have obtained..."

At the same time as the sound sounded, the dream collapsed.

The Starry Temple.

Lei Jia opened his eyes and sat up like a corpse.

"Dream!"

Rhaegar's face turned pale, he pinched his fingertips with his nails, and let out a long sigh of relief.

I haven't had such an immersive dream for a long time since I joined the war.

At this time, there was a whisper in the distance.

Rega's senses were sharp and he turned his head to glance in the direction of the altar where the nuns gathered.

"The Son of God awakens, and his hair is like silver-gold stars..."

"The giant dragon outside the temple is also sleeping. It can hold ten goats in one mouthful..."

"Shh, keep your voice down and pray to the Seven Gods..."

Rhaegar overheard a few words and then stopped paying attention.

His eyes fell on the giant sword Dawn.

The milky-white sword body was transformed into a transparent luster, with a layer of starlight attached to the surface, and its appearance underwent an earth-shaking change.

"The relic is activated."

Rhaegar muttered and fiddled with the sword.

Bang!

Before his hand touched the sword blade, a milky white iron ingot fell to the ground, next to the giant sword Dawn.

Immediately, the dawn buzzed and trembled, as if it was screaming.

The milky white iron ingot is like a magnet, greedily absorbing the starlight of the Dawn Sword, peeling off the transparent color after transformation.

For a while.

The giant sword trembled at dawn and returned to its original milky white color.

The milky white iron ingot transformed into a crystal white light group, containing starlight magic power, and quickly began to transform.

Rega was stunned, not expecting that there were blood-sucking insects in the relics.

The Explorer panel appears.

【Blessings from the Seven Gods】

Level: Legend (Red)

Function: Magic talent +50%

Evaluation: "The gift of starlight magic can improve your qualifications in all aspects."

Lei Jia was slightly startled. He held up the bright white light ball with his palm and did not pierce it rashly.

The newly obtained relic seems to be somewhat similar to [Blood and Fire] and [True Dragon's Blood].

All are added to talent.

The difference is that the latter two are exclusive to the fiery blood of Targaryen, while the former is more comprehensive.

"Would you like to try learning starlight magic?"

Rhaegar held his chin with his hand and thought secretly.

I haven't figured out the fire magic yet, and there is no significant use in contacting starlight or other magic.

It's enough for a Targaryen to ride a dragon and control fire.

The so-called [Seven Gods' Blessings] are somewhat useless.

Rega frowned slightly and asked doubtfully: "Why does it feel to me more like a resource for cultivating future generations?"

His fire magic talent is fully loaded and no additional bonus is needed.

At this thought, Rhaegar recalled the scene in his dream.

"Lair, dragon egg, broken shell..."

Rhaegar recalled silently, and suddenly felt something in his heart, and said in shock: "It couldn't be Rhaenyra who gave birth."

Count with your fingers, you'll be pregnant for eight months.

Grand Maester Orville's estimated delivery date is next month, which is nine months into the pregnancy.

A normal pregnancy lasts ten months and gives birth once.

Rai Ni was pregnant with twins, and the fetuses were growing very fast, so they couldn't wait for ten months.

Lanar also gave birth to twin daughters after more than nine months.

"No, I have to go back."

Rhaegar's mind was clear, he picked up the greatsword Dawn, stood up and strode out.

The nuns were startled and blocked the front collectively, with a pious look: "Your Highness, there is still one night left before the seven days and nights you mentioned, please don't give up all your efforts."

Rhaegar didn't have time to pay attention, and his body suddenly ignited with flames.

"Ah!!"

The nuns were scared away by the flames and made way.

But the look in his eyes didn't look like fear, but a touch of respect that was justified.

Rhaegar paused, looked back at the closed inner hall deep in the temple, and there seemed to be a faint candlelight in his eyes.

An old charlatan really dared to leave him alone for seven days and seven nights.

"Me!"

Rhaegar spoke softly to attract the attention of the nuns present.

The nuns didn't dare to step forward, and foolishly maintained their faith.

Rega watched quietly, thinking of the exaggerated rumors these days, and a light bulb flashed in his mind: "I realized the truth in seven days, and the seven gods taught me the truth of the world. I am the one favored by the gods."

The nuns' breathing stagnated, and they dared not trust their ears.

Rega didn't want to waste time, and his eyes searched around the church, and fixed on a copy of the "Seven Star Bible" placed at the feet of the statue of the Father.

He strode over and held up the thick Bible with both hands.

He turned to some chapters about the disputes between gods and humans and secular kingship, and tore them all off.

In front of a group of nuns, Rhaegar walked out with the Bible under his arm, saying in a mysterious way: "The Father guides me, the warrior gives me strength, and the stranger tells me the reincarnation of life and death."

"The old gods have retired, the old faith of the Seven Gods is complicated, and the new gods are about to create a new faith of the Seven Gods and spread it to every inch of Westeros."

"I! I am a practitioner of Protestantism, a favored one of the Seven Gods, and a disseminator of will."

Finally, Rhaegar looked back at the seven tall sculptures, made a prayer gesture, and said solemnly: "I will build a Seven Star Cathedral in King's Landing that is larger than the Starry Cathedral in a secular capacity, and recruit believers of the Seven Gods to learn Protestantism."

After that, his figure disappeared into the night, leaving a group of nuns looking at each other in bewilderment.

"Protestantism?"

"The Seven Star Cathedral..."

"The future king will personally preach the doctrine..."

The nuns murmured to themselves, and then they were boiling.

Outside the Starry Temple, Rhaegar casually tightened the incomplete "Seven Star Bible" into a space necklace and climbed onto the dragon back of the Glutton.

Daily gossip gave him inspiration.

The belief in the Seven Gods is powerful, and nobles and civilians throughout the Westeros continent believe in it.

However, the strength of the belief in the Seven Gods does not mean that the Archbishop is strong.

Rhaegar directly took everything and made the belief in the Seven Gods his own belief.

The new gods spread widely, so I will split off a newer new religion.

Although the belief in the Seven Gods seems to be brilliant, there are many loopholes in the doctrine.

Rhaegar checked for deficiencies and improved some content that nobles and civilians love to read and are willing to believe.

That is a good thing that everyone believes in.

For example, the authority of the Stranger.

It is rumored that the Stranger is the god of death, who takes away the souls of the dead.

But where does the soul go?

Heaven or hell?

Rhaegar can say: "Good people go to heaven, and bad people fall into hell."

What heaven is like is not described in the doctrine, it is only described as very beautiful.

There is no doctrine about what hell is like, it just makes people feel scared.

Rhaegar made a slight change.

Heaven and hell can be visualized, deeply rooted in people's hearts, and form an inherent thought.

Compared with the ambiguous belief in the Seven Gods, the various doctrines of the Protestantism are clearer.

Rhaegar will build a great cathedral as the crown prince and recruit believers who are willing to believe.

On the same track, the old belief in the Seven Gods of the Starry Cathedral will be directly knocked away.

At that time, the people's thinking will be subtly changed.

From the divine right of kings, change to the divine right of kings.

Draft a Protestant Bible, and the final right of interpretation belongs to the Targaryen Dynasty.

I can marry as many as I want, and minimize the divine power.

The king's order is the imperial decree, and the Targaryens are above ordinary people.

As for whether there will be any objections?

How many dragons does the Archbishop have!

Now they are hiding in the inner hall and dare to stand up and talk too much.

"Greedy, return to King's Landing at full speed!"

Rhaegar rode on the saddle and rode the dragon in the night.

"Hiss..."

The glutton roared, shook his huge body lightly, and flapped his wings to fly into the night sky.

Rhaegar looked down at the shrinking old town and said to himself: "I will come back!"

Next time he comes, he will not give so many opportunities.

...

At the same time.

Red Keep, Princess's bedroom.

"Aha~"

Painful groans, continuous and violent gasps.

The midwife and the maid were busy, holding hot water basins and towels to serve at any time.

Squeak--

The door opened and a slender figure rushed in.

Lanael was wearing a red and white dragon riding suit, and her face was anxiously looking for her friend.

"Haa~~"

Rhaenyra was sweating profusely, lying on her back on the bed, clenching her teeth.

Lanael's eyes condensed, and she hurried forward: "Rhaenyra, I heard your voice across the corridor, how are you?"

Take a closer look.

Her knee-length white skirt was rolled up high, with large swaths of fabric dyed bright red.

Rhaenyra blushed so hard that she cried out in pain: "I can't give birth to the baby. Neither of the two children want to be the brother."

Lanner was speechless, secretly thinking that she still wanted to joke at this time.

Turning to stare at Grand Maester Orwell, he asked, "She has been in labor for five or six hours. Is there any way to induce labor?"

Ovel lowered his head, his mind working rapidly.

Childbirth is inherently unpredictable and dangerous, and the speed of childbirth varies from person to person.

Some can give birth while lying on the bed, silky and smooth.

It will take a long time, even a day and a night.

"ah!!"

Rhaenyra suddenly screamed, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes, and her waist arched unconsciously.

"Rhaenayla, how are you?"

Lanner's expression changed drastically, she held her friend's hand, always paying attention to what was going on under her skirt.

Even if I have been conceived twice and given birth once, I am still very vague about childbirth.

If it hadn't been for Rhaegar's help the second time, she might have died with the fetus.

"No more!"

Rhaenyra groaned in pain.

"What's wrong?" Lanner panicked, her dark olive skin turning a bit white.

Rhaenyra secretly exerted her strength and gritted her teeth and said, "It's time to give birth. The two bastards finally couldn't hold on any longer."

"ah!!"

After saying that, the moans intensified and he let out a cry with a cry.

Soon, a childish cry spread throughout the Red Keep.

"Wow wow wow~~"

"Rhaega, you big bastard!!"

Accompanied by a hateful curse, a second loud baby cry sounded.

"Wow wow wow~~"