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

"Guess when they'll hatch?"

Rhaenyra was excited and pinched the child's cheek.

"Don't pinch it, it will make you drool."

Rhaegar stopped this unreliable mother's behavior and stroked her face.

The meat is juicy and softer than butter pudding.

Rhaenyra pouted and reluctantly took her hand back.

Rega smiled and tried to make up for it.

Turning his right hand over, a ball of glittering light appeared out of thin air.

Rhaenyra stared at him in surprise.

In her memory, Rhaegar had many mysteries, but they were rarely revealed to her.

"The treasures I harvested in the Starry Temple came from the blessing of the Seven Gods."

Rhaegar was talking nonsense and put it in front of Rhaenyra's eyes.

Rhaenyra wanted to touch it, but restrained herself and withdrew the catkin, asking, "What's the use?"

No need to guess, it must be for kids.

Sure enough, Rhaegar said: "The birth gift given to children, bestows certain benign blessings."

After saying that, he put his two hands into the halo and split them in half like breaking an apple.

The system panel appears.

【Blessings from the Seven Gods】

Level: Legend ~ Rare (Blue)

Function: Magic talent +50%~Starlight blessing

Rating: "The gift of starlight is divided into two and breeds excellent blessings."

A legendary relic split into two rare relics.

Rhaegar held a ball of apple-sized white halo in each hand, feeling no regrets in his heart.

On the contrary, there was some excitement.

The relic can really be divided, and as the level drops, it will transform into another form.

It may be due to the fact that the level of the relic is high enough, plus the adaptability blessing.

In the function column, compared to the original magic talent +50%, it is not bad to turn it into a starlight blessing.

Although the level of blessings in the past was not high, each one was extremely practical.

"Kids, are you ready?"

Rhaegar amused himself and put two haloes into the cradle.

Rhaenyra's eyes were tense, refusing to let go of any detail when it came to her child.

Buzz——

The fluorescent light flashed, and the halo penetrated into the round bellies of the two children as if they were sentient.

A system prompt sounded in my ears.

"Starlight Blessing has been activated, and the triggering effect is being determined..."

In Rhaegar's eyes, the two children glowed with red, white, and green lights, shining and rotating like a rainbow.

The first is the eldest son, whose light is fixed.

【Warrior Reincarnation】

Level: Rare (blue)

Function: Gain the favor of warriors and be born with extraordinary fighting talents.

Evaluation: "Excellent physique, strong skills, and age that is overwhelmed."

Before Rega could take a closer look, the second son's light was also fixed.

【Never forget】

Level: Rare (blue)

Function: Flexible thinking, learning everything far better than ordinary people

Comment: "Don't read too many books to him, unless you want the rebellious phase to come early."

"Wow!"

Rhaegar was shocked. The two blessings basically paved the way for the future lives of the two children.

The longevity he received as a child (green) and the permanent appearance triggered by Rhaenyra (white) seemed not as rich as the Starlight Blessing.

Of course, blessing relics are usually the ones that best suit the needs of the user.

Rhaegar was born frail and lived a long life to eliminate the sick.

The blessing of two children, one in literature and one in martial arts, can be said to have added an extraordinary talent.

Rega's eyes flickered to the eldest son who was sleeping soundly, and he secretly cursed: "You should spank your children as early as possible. It will be difficult to discipline them when they grow up."

Bloody experience.

Before he was 10 years old, he was oppressed and enslaved by Rhaenyra every day.

Only after he surpassed Rhaenyra in height did he truly become the master, repaying others in kind.

Rhaenyra never spanked him again after that.

Soon, the light faded and everything returned to normal.

Rhaenyra couldn't see anything unusual and couldn't wait to ask: "Has there been any change? Is it going in a good direction?"

"certainly."

Rhaegar sat on the edge of the lounge chair, put his arm around her shoulders and hugged her, and said with a smile: "They are all blessed children."

When Rhaenyra heard this, she patted her chest in relief.

At this moment, a childish humming sound sounded.

The eldest son opened his eyes in confusion, scratched randomly with his two little hands, and twisted his little body.

Her legs were bound by swaddling clothes, and she was like a caterpillar.

It took a lot of effort to get out a pair of chubby legs.

Subsequently,

boom!

He kicked his right leg hard and landed on the bronze dragon egg next to him.

The dragon egg shook slightly and bumped his little feet red.

"Woo~"

The eldest son exerted all his strength, his face turned red from holding back, he kicked the dragon egg to his feet, and stepped back and forth with his little feet to play with it.

It's like kicking a ball.

Click!

Suddenly, a crisp sound came into my ears.

Rhaegar perked up, and first glanced at the cradle of his eldest son, seeing the scene of Baby Endeavor playing with a dragon egg.

"Are you awake? You won't cry or make trouble."

Rhaegar was surprised.

However, not this baby.

The sight shifts to the second son’s cradle.

Unlike his diligent brother, the little guy is still sleeping deeply.

The two little hands stretched out the swaddling clothes at some point, and turned over, lying on the outside.

The side of her face was pressed against the quilt, like a round peach, full of flesh.

It’s hard to believe that twins who were eight months pregnant could develop so well.

After seeing the situation in the cradle clearly, Rhaegar immediately moved closer excitedly.

The little guy was lying on his side, his two little hands just holding the dark green dragon egg.

A newborn baby, an oval dragon egg, the size is basically the same as one to one.

The little guy seemed to be dreaming, his head close to the dragon egg, opening his little mouth to nibble on it.

He didn't bite the dragon egg, and his saliva flowed down the corner of his mouth, sticky.

"Fortunately I didn't bite it, this dragon egg was dug out from the dragon dung fossil."

Rhaegar thought secretly.

Click!

The dark green dragon egg shook gently, and cracks appeared on the shell.

"Hatched?"

Rhaegar was surprised and happy.

"Let me see."

Rhaenyla was alert, climbed up from the recliner, and lay on the cradle frame to look at it.

Click, click, click...

The dragon egg shell cracked more and more, gradually transforming into a broken shell.

The little guy was still holding the dragon egg and nibbling it, and at one point he began to stick out his little tongue to lick it.

Rhaegar and Rhaenyla observed closely, staring at it without blinking.

"Hiss..."

Finally, a small dark green dragon head broke through the shell and made the first hiss of its life.

Suddenly, something unexpected happened.

As soon as the young dragon got out of the eggshell, its body staggered around.

"Ah~"

The little guy was very persistent. His two little hands just happened to hug the young dragon, and he opened his little mouth and bit one of the dragon's wings.

"Hiss..."

The young dragon screamed in shock. He didn't expect to be attacked just after birth, and he was about to fight back.

"Shut up!"

At the critical moment, Rhaegar was quick and put his hand into the young dragon's mouth to save the child he met for the first time today.

"Gah!"

A fist was stuffed into the young dragon's mouth, and it hissed dryly.

Rhaenyra was startled and separated her son and the young dragon as quickly as possible.

"Wow wow wow~~"

The "delicious food" in his arms was taken away, and the little guy's dream collapsed. He opened his eyes and cried aggrievedly.

Rhaenyra was angry and scared. She picked up the little guy and put him in her arms, and took off one side of the sling to feed him.

The little guy stopped crying immediately after the bowl of rice was put into his mouth, and looked at his mother with watery purple eyes.

Rhaenyra patted his little butt and said unhappily: "You are really hungry, you can eat anything."

"It's not his fault."

Rhaegar had a strange expression on his face and tried to smooth things over.

"Hiss..."

The young dragon was full of panic and struggled to make a hissing sound.

Rhaegar retracted his hand, pinched the dragon's wings and held it in his arms, stroking the small dragon head with his hand.

Not only stroking, secretly mobilizing fire magic to nourish the body of the young dragon.

The young dragon shuddered, and its tense body gradually softened, and it allowed itself to be stroked like a kitten.

"Be good."

It was not until then that Rhaegar had the opportunity to carefully observe the appearance of the young dragon.

It was a dragon egg excavated from the ruins of the Bellerys family, and it came from a different source than the dragon eggs of the Targaryen family.

Rhaegar looked left and right, and a hint of disappointment flashed in his eyes.

This young dragon has dark green scales all over its body, black pearl-like horns on its head, and its wing membranes are bright red.

At first glance, it looks like two red mushrooms growing on a moss bush.

Its body shape is basically the same as that of Tesserion and Blizzard in their infancy, and both are normal and ordinary in appearance.

It does not have a special huge dragon head like Mogul or Thrax.

It is not a mutant species like the snake-like Korax.

If I must say.

Rhaegar gently stroked the young dragon's neck, extending all the way to the tip of its slightly curled tail.

There are no obvious dorsal scales on the dragon's neck and tail, which is consistent with Glutton, Wormisoar, and Korax.

But it is not surprising, dorsal scales are the different needs of dragons.

Dreamfire, Thrax, and Sea Smoke all have obvious dorsal scales.

The most promising part of this young dragon is probably its tail.

The dragon's tail is slightly slender, with a slight curl at the end.

I don't know if it is due to individual factors or bloodline.

Seeing him looking over and over, Rhaenyra asked curiously: "What's the difference between the dragons of the Belleris family?"

"The young dragon has just hatched, so it's not obvious yet."

Rhaegar would not jump to conclusions and put the young dragon in the cradle.

"Hiss..."

The young dragon screamed reluctantly and lay on the quilt, looking pitifully.

Rhaenyra thought: "Forty dragon king families live together in the Fourteen Fire Peaks. Even if the dragon species are different, I think they have exchanged with each other."

In other words, it is difficult to judge whether the bloodline of individuals with obvious differences such as Mogul and Korakshu is different.

The color and form of the dragon flame show that the glutton is somewhat related to Mogul.

The dragon flame forms of the sheep thief and the gray shadow are also significantly different from those of dragons such as Vhagar and Wormiso.

Rhaegar still expected that the dragon eggs of the Belleris family would be different, and said with a smile: "When the young dragon grows up, we can observe it from its appearance and dragon flames."

"Whatever you want." Rhaenyra smiled and emphasized: "This young dragon will be the dragon of the little guy in my arms in the future."

No one expected that the little guy would encounter the hatching of the dragon eggs of the Belleris family just one day after he was born.

This dragon egg has been sealed for hundreds of years, and the chance of hatching is very low.

Rhaegar affirmed: "Of course, when the little guy grows up, he will just ride on the sub-adult young dragon."

The relationship between dragons and humans is complicated, and everything depends on fate.

This dragon egg has not lost its vitality for hundreds of years, so it must be special.

The fact that the little guy can hatch it proves that the man and the dragon are each other's chosen.

Rhaenyra's eyes turned, and she said proudly: "When I was young, I could hatch Syrax, and the dragon eggs I placed can hatch new baby dragons!"

As she said this, she raised her chin provocatively.

Rhaegar:...

Looking sideways at the eldest son in the cradle, the little fool opened his eyes wide, stared at the ceiling and reached out to grab.

The bronze dragon egg was under his feet, and there was no sign of hatching.

The same pair of parents conceived, but the individual differences are so big?

"Is it really my problem?"

Rhaegar fell into deep thought.

After all, only a few Targaryens can hatch the dragon eggs in the cradle.

The black dragon egg he had when he was a child is still in the dragon cave.

It should be, maybe...

Don't blame him!