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

Across the sea, Dragonstone.

"Hiss-"

The glutton was panting and lying in front of the Stone Drum Tower, his chest rising and falling.

A night of high-intensity flying, non-stop from Old Town to Dragonstone, was too much physical exertion.

Inside the Stone Drum Tower, a figure quickly walked out.

"Glutton, let's go."

Rhaegar had a smile on his face and held two dragon eggs in his arms.

This is the dragon egg that holds the cradle for the child.

One is entirely bronze, and the other is entirely dark green.

From the ruins of Syracuse and Beleris families respectively.

The glutton had faint green eyes, and his body was supported by his wings to turn around.

Rhaegar climbed onto the dragon's back with the egg in his arms and tied it to his chest.

call--

A pair of jet black dragon wings spread out, and the huge body soared into the sky.

Rhaegar's smile never faded, he couldn't wait to return to King's Landing.

The glutton reduced his speed and quickly left Dragonstone Island and entered the Blackwater Bay.

Suddenly, the sea water surged gently, and the surroundings seemed to change quietly.

"Huh?" Rhaegar raised his head suddenly.

"Hiss-"

The glutton's perception is more sensitive, the neck is turned back, and the dragon's head is aimed outside the throat.

To be precise, it's the northeastern corner of the Narrow Sea.

Rhaegar took a closer look and saw that it was roughly the location of the Shivering Sea.

There are only Crab Island and Seagull Town in the middle part of the Narrow Sea, while White Harbor and the Three Sisters Islands are in the upper part.

On the other side of the Narrow Sea, there is only Braavos among the nine free trade city-states.

"Roar!"

A hoarse roar erupted from the glutton's throat, and the dragon's kiss unconsciously dripped with traces of ambergris.

Rhaegar trembled, a flash of doubt in his eyes.

After transforming into the Dragonborn, his sense of magic continued to increase.

Just now, the magic tide that had been growing steadily made waves, as if a pebble was thrown into the water.

Ordinary people can't feel it, and pyromancers can't feel it.

Rega was keenly aware of it, just like a fly flying before his eyes, and there was a sound of water dripping in his ears.

"Glutton, you sense it too, right?"

Rhaegar patted the dragon's back, his thoughts flying.

Since the appearance of the Red Comet, the magic tide has grown steadily and magic has become active again.

This kind of recovery situation is very friendly to dragonborn and dragons.

It's like a baby sucking the mother's milk and living in a comfortable environment.

The magic tide suddenly swayed, but don't make any mistakes.

"Roar!"

The glutton's green vertical eyes were indifferent, and the dragon's head sniffed around, trying to smell a certain smell.

Unfortunately, there is no way to determine the distance.

Rhaegar touched the dragon egg in his arms and thought of some possibility, but he couldn't be sure.

After thinking for a while, he said: "Go back to King's Landing first, and take some time to go around the Shivering Sea."

The place where the magic tide surges is roughly where Braavos is.

After Dorne is conquered and Oldtown is settled, Braavos will finally give an answer to the Targaryen family.

"Hiss-"

The glutton raised its head and roared, flapping its wings and flying across the Blackwater Bay.

While passing through the clouds, I suddenly glanced back.

A flash of deep research flashed through his pale green eyes.

…

King's Landing.

In the early morning, the sun rises.

The people of Flea Bottom were walking on the street early, busy working for a day's livelihood.

"Hiss-"

A giant black dragon flew into the sky above the city from the Mud Gate, its dark wings blocking the rising red sun, like a deep black cloud.

The black cloud drifted around King's Landing and slowly fell into the back garden of the Red Keep.

Maegor's Tower, the princess's bedroom.

With gentle eyes, Rhaenyra was lying on a recliner with two swaddles in her arms.

Suddenly, the door opened with a bang.

Rhaegar rushed in and saw her humming nursery rhymes and coaxing the child to sleep.

The nursery rhyme stopped abruptly.

Rhaenyra looked over upon hearing the sound, her eyes instantly brightened, and a big smile appeared on her face.

Rhaegar was in a daze, staring at the scene in front of him without blinking.

Even if you are mentally prepared, seeing it with your own eyes is still unavoidable and exciting.

Rhaenyra smiled sweetly, lowered her head and kissed the baby's face, and spoke first: "Don't come here yet, the children are waiting for you."

"Hey, here we come."

With a word that woke up the dreamer, Rhaegar's thoughts returned and he rushed forward excitedly.

He took off the dragon eggs and put them away, then quickly came to the couch and squatted down.

A pair of purple eyes widened, looking at Rhaenyra, who was smiling, and then at the two babies.

"Why, don't you have anything to say?"

Rhaenyra adjusted herself to a comfortable lying position, the corners of her lips rising uncontrollably.

"On the contrary, I have so much to say."

Rega was in a very complicated mood. He stretched out his hand and carefully held a little foot, and also laughed.

By Balerion's blessing, Rhaenyra did have two more babies in her arms.

Feeling the soft touch in his hand, Rhaegar's expression was blank, and his heart almost melted.

"hug?"

Rhaenyra's eyes were smiling and she generously handed over a swaddle.

"certainly!"

Rhaegar answered immediately.

Without taking the little swaddle, she gently hugged Rhaenyra, who was wearing a beige nightgown.

Rhaegar was so excited that he buried his head in the crook of the other person's neck and whispered softly: "Rhaenyra, I'm back."

He likes children and loves his children even more.

Before that, he loved the mother of his child even more.

Children are emotional continuations and cannot destroy the people in their hearts.

Rhaenyra's eyes became gentler, her cheek rubbed against the other person's head, and she complained softly: "You haven't been back for a long time."

Rega didn't say a word and secretly tightened his arms.

Since the Dorne Rebellion, the Dragon's Wrath alone took two months.

Counting the preparations before and after, he and Rhaenyra haven't seen each other for four months.

Since he became the heir, this is the first time they have been apart for so long.

"Look up, I don't blame you."

Rhaenyra's voice was soft, enjoying the time of rubbing her hair.

Rhaegar looked up obediently, noticing her slightly pale complexion, and said distressedly: "Let me guess, something big must have happened when I was not in King's Landing?"

"Didn't you receive the recall letter from the Prime Minister?"

"Recall?"

Rhaenyra was surprised and said: "You didn't receive the letter?"

Then why did you go back to King's Landing.

Rhaegar said sincerely: "I felt that my child was born last night, riding the Glutton dragon and flying back non-stop."

The Glutton is good at flying, and the dragon's wings are almost smoking.

"You are amazing."

Rhaenyra laughed dumbly, skipped the other party's question, moved the two swaddling clothes closer, and changed the subject: "Come and see, the two children are exactly like you when you were a child."

Rhaegar took the swaddling clothes and observed them in cooperation.

Don't spoil the fun when you are happy, so as not to cause trouble.

Lifting the cover of the swaddling clothes, take a closer look at the two children.

Both are small.

White and tender little arms, bamboo-like chubby legs, and cute faces as big as palms.

One exposed his arms, holding his left thumb in his mouth and sucking, sleeping in a daze.

One exposed his legs, also sleeping soundly, and his two chubby legs swayed subconsciously.

The little feet that Rhaegar just touched came from this little guy.

As he watched, Rhaegar felt almost fascinated, and asked expectantly: "They look the same, which one is the older brother?"

Rhaenyra raised her hand and touched the child sucking her finger, and said: "This is the older brother, he was born five minutes earlier than the younger brother."

After saying that, she raised her chin proudly, like a little girl waiting for exaggeration.

Rhaegar tried to distinguish the two children. The one on the left was the older brother, and the one on the right with his chubby legs swinging was the younger brother.

When he looked up, he saw Rhaenyra's look of expectation for praise, and said without reservation: "Compared to flattening Dorne, you are the real hero, overcoming the most difficult difficulties."

"Humph~"

Rhaenyra snorted and couldn't help laughing.

Rhaegar also laughed, pretending to raise his left arm, staring at the sleeping eldest son, and affirmed: "A healthy baby who can eat and sleep, he will definitely be my heir in the future, the king on the Iron Throne."

Rhaenyra smiled even more, and was amused.

Rhaegar raised his right arm again, kissed his second son's face, and said exaggeratedly: "Look, he is still exercising in his sleep. He will be a powerful warrior and dragon rider in the future. The disputed lands are all under his feet. He will be his brother's best helper."

"Haha, you can really make me happy."

Rhaenyra was fascinated by the warmth of the family. She still kept a sense of reason in her heart and chatted openly: "Are you sure you want to give him the entire disputed land?"

"Why not?"

Rhaegar asked back.

Rhaenyra blinked her beautiful eyes and smiled with relief: "It's up to you to distribute. I am confident that I can educate them well."

Combined with what Rhaegar did in Oldtown, she consciously let her guess that there was something behind his words.

Rhaegar was expressing that her children were the highest heirs, the king of the Iron Throne and the Narrow Sea.

Rhaegar let the other party understand, hugged the two children and kissed them again and again.

No matter legally or emotionally, the eldest son will be his unshakable first-line heir.

In addition to the Iron Throne, there are many lands that can be granted princely titles.

If the second son is smart and capable, he will be the pioneer in conquering Essos and opening up new territories outside the narrow sea.

If he is mediocre, he will inherit Rhaenyra's title of Prince of Lys to control Daemon and Aegon.

Rhaegar loved the two children well, smelled the fragrant smell of milk, and suggested: "We have to give the children a good name that matches their status."

"You finally thought of this."

Rhaenyra rolled her eyes and said in a negotiating tone: "Father is still in a coma. I want to wait until he wakes up and name the two children in person."

They can also name them, but I always feel that it lacks some meaning.

Leave the opportunity to the father, whether it is the siblings or the two children, they can remember it in the future.

Rhaegar was stunned for a moment, and accepted it happily: "Okay, let's do it."

As we all know, he is not a person who can name.

The names of the two swords were deeply disliked by Rhaenyra.

Rhaegar looked around and found two exquisite cradles made of yellow pear wood by the bed.

Put the two children in the cradle, with a soft silk quilt under them.

Pushing the cradle to Rhaenyra's side, Rhaegar took out two dragon eggs, full of hope: "You put it in or me?"

Rhaenyra glanced at him and stretched out her hand to ask for a dragon egg: "One for each, don't think of monopolizing it."

"I didn't say that."

Rhaegar pursed his lips and snickered, holding the bronze dragon egg in his hand, and put it in the cradle of the eldest son without saying anything.

He was very curious about the purity of the blood of the two children who inherited his blood.

Calculate the time.

When Rhaenyra was conceived, he had not yet transformed into a dragonborn, and the two children were unlikely to inherit the advantages and disadvantages of the dragonborn.

Note that it is advantages and disadvantages!

The advantages of the dragonborn are very obvious, with a long lifespan, control of fire, and closeness to dragons.

The disadvantages are still uncertain, it seems that they will easily lose control and their bodies will become deformed dragons.

The two children are too young, and it will be bad if they inherit the disadvantages.

With her mind full of thoughts, Rhaenyra had already placed the dark green dragon egg in the cradle of her second son.

Rhaegar regained his senses a little, and looking at the two fair and lovely children, his heart softened.

Such a healthy child will surely grow to a higher level.