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

"This one in my arms is my brother."

Rhaenyra smiled.

"Haha, then this one in my arms is my younger brother."

Viserys teased his young grandson.

Rhaenyra was full of pride: "He is very powerful. He hatched a dragon egg on the first day he was born."

"Oh, that's really a natural dragon knight."

Viserys was shocked, looking at his grandson with increasingly kind eyes.

Who wouldn't love a pure-blooded descendant?

"They are all great and will be the best dragon knights in the future."

Rega's expression was soothing, fully integrated into the warm atmosphere of a family reunion, and took the question: "The two children have not been named yet."

Hearing this, Viserys's eyes lit up, and his weak body took on new strength.

Rhaegar smiled: "Rhaenaela and I agree that you are the child's grandfather, and the child will prefer you to name it."

As he spoke, he stroked his youngest son's face and looked back at Rhaenyra.

Viserys became excited, his sluggish brain suddenly speeding up.

Rhaenyra continued to encourage and said considerately: "Father, the naming rights of the children are officially in your hands."

"well!"

Viserys said two good words in a row, and in the thoughtfulness of his two children, he burst into a happy smile that he had never seen before.

At this moment, the pain no longer seemed so terrible.

Rhaegar just smiled, waiting for his father to come up with two promising names.

He sincerely hoped that the two newborns would bring another spring to his father.

Accompany him and Rhaenyra for another sixteen years, and the next sixteen years after that.

"You are really all my good children."

Viserys understood his children's thoughts, his eyes flushed, and he couldn't help but look over his two children and grandson with joy.

After some careful consideration, I made a calculation in my mind.

Under the expectant eyes of the three adults in the room.

Viserys looked at his daughter, or the baby in his daughter's arms, and said firmly: "Belron! This child will be called Baelron Targaryen, inheriting the name of your grandfather."

Rhaenyra glanced sideways slightly, thinking about the name.

Rhaegar looked natural and agreed: "Okay, this child will be called Belron. I hope he will be as brave as his grandfather."

He once traveled back the long river of time and caught a glimpse of the fragments of his mother's dream when she gave birth to him.

His mother called him by name when she was dying, and he got his current name.

Before that, Belron was the name chosen by his father long ago.

It is used to commemorate the passing of my grandfather.

"As long as you like this name."

Viserys had a nostalgic look in his eyes and looked down at his little grandson who was gibbering and spitting bubbles. He muttered: "Belron's best brother is Aemon Targaryen. They are the pride of the previous generation."

Rhaegar listened quietly, knowing his youngest son's name by heart.

Sure enough, I heard my father say: "This child is called Eamonn. I hope they can be as affectionate as those brothers and become the proud sons of an era."

Aemon the Brave, heir to the Iron Throne.

One person tamed the bloodworm Corakxiu, and the other controlled Vhagar, one of the three founding dragons.

The two brothers combined their wisdom and bravery, and it was the most glorious period in the reign of King Renrui.

Rhaegar and Rhaenyra looked at each other tactfully, both very satisfied with these two names that were full of deep meaning and blessings.

Rhaenyra ignored the little Baerron who was nursing, pinched his cheek, and said with a smile: "Did you hear that, your grandfather named you Baerron. You will be called Baerron from now on."

"That's a good name, for sure!"

Viserys was very proud of his name.

The father and daughter all laughed out loud.

Lannal, who had been watching, joined in, sat on the bedside, looked at little Aemon, and said with emotion: "He will definitely be an excellent Targaryen after inheriting his grandfather's name."

Her memory of her grandfather was very hazy, except for her mother's occasional memories.

Viserys suppressed his smile, looked at Lannal with soft eyes, and said, "My cousin cannot continue Aemon's glory. I named the little guy this way because I hope your mother can comfort her."

"I think mother will really like this little guy."

Lanner smiled softly.

Viserys was not joking and said seriously: "When the war in Dorne is over and Rhaenys returns to King's Landing, she must let her hug this child."

His cousin lost his beloved son, and he couldn't imagine whether he could bear the same pain.

Lanner was slightly absent-minded and said, "Thank you, Your Majesty."

"We are a family!"

Viserys put down his arrogance as a king, and his words were particularly heartwarming.

At the 101 Great Council, he competed with Rhaenys for the right to inherit the Iron Throne.

Although he won, he still lived in the shadow of worry about the rebellion of the sea serpents.

That period lasted for ten years, leaving him sleepless.

Due to various reasons, his relationship with Rhaenys took a turn for the worse, and they were resentful of each other.

Even though Rhaegar threatened Tidehead Island and declared the "Dragon Law" with Corliss, restricting the Velaryon family from continuing to hold the right to train dragons.

This rift remains difficult to heal.

Now, he has the most ideal heir, six outstanding children, and even a pair of twin grandchildren.

The lack of security in the heart is made up for, and the soul is strong and sensitive.

Instead, Rhaenys lost her eldest son Laninor, and House Velaryon succumbed to the Iron Throne.

The resentment in Viserys' heart was gone, and he just wanted to take care of his lonely cousin as much as possible and strengthen the close relationship between the two families.

Lanner's eyes flashed with warmth, feeling His Majesty's abundant kindness.

Several people in the bedroom were silent, immersed in the rare and beautiful vision.

A quarter of an hour later.

The two children fell asleep one after another and closed their eyes quietly.

Viserys loved him so much, but his shoulders were so sore that he reluctantly returned little Aemon to his eldest son.

Rhaegar took the child and said another reason: "Father, what do you want to do with Allison?"

Viserys was stunned when he heard this, then fell silent and said for a while: "You and Rhaenyra don't worry too much, I will handle it personally and it won't affect you."

When it comes to the last two words "伱人", the voice is full of meaning.

Rhaegar heard something different.

This "you" does not refer to him and Rhaenyra, but includes six brothers and sisters including Aegon and Helena.

Father, he wants to...

Rhaegar was not surprised and remained silent.

Viserys suddenly smiled, patted his eldest son on the shoulder, and comforted: "Don't think too much, Allison did go too far this time."

Rhaegar remained silent, looking at his father complicatedly.

"Uh-huh~"

The baby in his arms moved, and little Eamonn seemed to be having a sweet dream, humming in his little mouth.

Rhaegar caressed his youngest son's pink face and looked sideways at his father's palm on his shoulder.

It was the left hand missing the ring finger and little finger, with pale skin and wrinkles.

As soon as my mind wandered, an idea suddenly came to me.

"Am I a father too?"

Rhaegar was in a daze, and suddenly he had more understanding of the word father.

His father would do anything for him.

Including Alisson!

Suddenly, the father and son fell into silence together.

Rhaenyra swung the baby gently, noticing the dull atmosphere between father and son, and a look of inquiry flashed in her eyes.

She suddenly realized that what her father just said about "dealing with" didn't seem to be to protect Allison.

Rhaenyra's heart tightened, and inexplicable complex emotions arose.

Lannar was sensitive and realized that this occasion was not suitable for her. She glanced at Rhaenyra and walked out of the bedroom silently.

Rhaenyra's eyes circled around the father and son, and hesitantly followed them out.

At yesterday's royal meeting, and even on the delivery bed, she couldn't wait to get rid of Allison.

The former is anger, the latter is fear.

She was afraid of dying in the delivery bed, and Allison continued to cling to Rhaegar, wanting to send her former friend who talked about everything to meet the stranger first.

today……

Rhaenyra held her son in her arms, not wanting to participate in the father and son's plan.

As soon as the two women left, the atmosphere in the bedroom became darker.

Rega was silent for a long time and said, "I'll go see Allison later."

"no need."

"Let's meet and tell you what you have to say face to face."

Rhaegar held his youngest son in one hand, placed the powder box of Resurrection Orchid on the bedside, stood up and said, "I have to go to Old Town in two days. You can relax and recuperate first. I will take care of anything."

After that, he showed a reassuring smile and walked out of the bedroom with the child in his arms.

Viserys stared blankly at his eldest son's back, raised his palms to try to retain him, but froze in mid-air and dropped them helplessly.

The eldest son understood his protection, and he also heard the deep meaning of the eldest son.

Things seem to be changing.

Viserys was speechless. In addition to the strong smell of medicine, the bedroom was filled with the fragrance of orchids and baby's milk as his family arrived.

Outside the bedroom.

Two white knights guarded the door and watched the crown prince and princess disappear at the end of the corridor.

Suddenly, a suppressed cry came from the bedroom behind the door.

The two white knights were frightened, lowering their heads and trying to reduce their presence.

…

Behind Maegor's Tower, there is the Church of the Seven Holy Ones.

Rhaegar and Rhaenyra walked out of their father's chamber and went straight to the place where the queen was imprisoned.

Lanner had already left and notified the Prime Minister to convene a royal meeting.

Temple hall.

The sculptures of the Seven Gods are placed on the four walls, forming a circle around the open hall.

In the center of the hall, a circular altar is very eye-catching.

The skull of Balerion, the Black Death, was placed squarely on the altar.

Rhaegar walked to the edge of the altar and placed his palms flat on the densely packed candles, feeling the heat of the candles.

As a child, Balerion's skull gave him his first relic.

It was here that he used white butter candles to test the blessing effect of [blood and fire].

"Balerion, he is truly a great hero of House Targaryen."

Rhaenyra came over with the child in her arms, her green-white fingertips resting on Rhaegar's hand, and together they flicked the weak candlelight.

Rhaegar smiled, held hands and said, "Follow me and meet our stepmother."

He rejected his father's sacrifice.

Not for Alisson, and not softly.

He didn't want his father to do something against his will and lose his wife again at an early age.

At the same time, looking at the children in my arms, I feel love and care for my younger brothers and sisters.

He has been without a mother since he was a child, and he doesn't want to tear up the rain umbrellas of his younger brothers and sisters.

As a child, he was jealous of Aegon's mother, and Rhaenyra made up for his missing affection.

Alisson wouldn't be able to provide that emotional value if he were dead.

Rhaenyra heard the teasing, glanced at him, and went upstairs obediently.

Rhaegar held little Aemon in his arms, looking at Rhaenyra and little Baelon beside him, his mood was as bright as the early spring.

After all these years, Alisson is still reasonable.

There's no point in targeting her, just leave it to your father to handle it.

In contrast, Rhaegar wanted to solve the source of all troubles.

"The Hightower family is so comfortable in Old Town!"

…

Sanctuary, attic.

It was said to be an attic, but it was actually a small, cramped and forgotten dark room.

Rhaegar climbed up the stairs to the top floor, his body covered in cobwebs and dust.

"Woooooooo..."

At the end of the corridor, a muffled cry could be heard faintly coming from a broken wooden door.