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

Rhaegar's eyes flickered, and he pushed aside the cobwebs everywhere and walked to the door.

Boom!

There was a knock on the old wooden door that smelled of decay.

Suddenly, the crying behind the door stopped and turned into a flurry of movement.

Rhaegar opened the partition on the wooden door, and a beam of light burst into the dark and damp little dark room.

"who!!"

Allison huddled in the corner of the room, his arms wrapped in bleeding gauze in front of him to block the sudden light.

Rhaegar didn't answer and watched quietly.

As if he knew someone was watching, Allison forced himself to calm down and quickly wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with the help of gauze.

She is the queen!

Self-esteem troubles me and I don’t want others to see my embarrassed side.

Rega's heart was as calm as water, and he said calmly: "It's me, don't you want me to come back?"

Allison was stunned when he heard the sound, and turned to the door with a pale face full of tears.

The light was harsh, and Rhaegar's face was in the sunlight.

The next second.

"Rhaegar!"

Allison screamed and threw himself in front of the door like crazy, trying to block the space between the partitions.

Rhaegar took a step back and allowed her to deceive her.

From a queen to a prisoner, the change in status is indeed difficult to accept.

Allison screamed like crazy for a while, until his voice became hoarse and he coughed violently and calmed down.

"Get out of the way, I'll come."

Rhaenyra squeezed to the door and looked bitterly at Allison who fell to the ground through the partition.

At this time, Allison was leaning against the wooden door, her green dress was messy and dirty, she looked like an aristocratic woman living on the street.

A flash of relief flashed in Rhaenyra's eyes, and she said coldly: "Allison, don't look up at me like a shrew."

Allison stiffened. The pride in her heart made her not want to back down. She raised her head and stared into a pair of bloodshot eyes.

As he retreated a distance, his entire face was exposed outside the partition.

Rhaenyra was slightly startled after seeing it clearly.

In just one night, Allison's beautiful face was turned upside down.

His face was pale and bloodless, his lips were frighteningly white, the bags under his eyes were deep and thick, and his face was severely swollen.

Rhaenyra had no expression on her face. She held little Baerron close to her cheek, making sure that the other party could see her completely. She sneered: "Thanks to you, my children were born, two boys of pure blood."

As he said this, he waved to Rhaegar and picked up the sleeping little Aemon.

Rhaenyra held a pair of twins and showed off in a big way: "These are my two children, can you see them clearly enough?"

Once upon a time, because Allison gave birth to Aegon and was still the heir, she didn't know how much injustice she suffered overtly and covertly.

You, Allison, are not the only one who can have children.

Rhaenyra was really happy that she didn't chop off Allison's head so she could have a chance to show off her child.

See Allison's face deformed by jealousy.

Rhaegar stepped aside and looked at the deep grudge between the two women.

In the small dark room, Allison stared at Rhaenyra and the two babies, with a trace of struggle in his red and swollen eyes.

Allison sat down on the damp and moldy floor and said harshly: "So what, having children is just a woman's fate, and it's the same for everyone."

Rhaenyra retorted: "Is your destiny also to include this attic full of rats?"

"you!"

Allison's chest was heaving with anger, and his throat was so sore that he couldn't speak.

Rhaenyra continued unceremoniously: "My children have a father who loves them. How much father's love can your children receive?"

Allison glared angrily, wanting to rush out and tear her mouth out immediately.

She could no longer hold her breath.

Zheng responded with one sentence.

Lies don't hurt, the truth is the sharpest knife.

Seeing the two women verbally attacking each other, Rhaegar's scalp went numb. He pulled away from the excited Rhaenyra and whispered, "I'll talk to her. You take care of the child first."

Rhaenyra closed her sexy little mouth and looked down at the twins in her arms.

The two little guys woke up, with two pairs of purple eyes open, looking up at their mother with curiosity and fear.

They were awakened by their mother's taunts.

Rhaenyra's face turned red and she said sheepishly, "I'll go downstairs and wait for you."

The great revenge was avenged, and I felt sour and happy.

She was going to calm down for a while.

Rhaegar watched her climb down the stairs, shaking his head and laughing.

Rhaenyra has suffered a lot of wrongs over the years, and her revenge is so cute.

The smile faded and his eyes fell on Allison again.

Allison said with a straight face, "Where's Viserys, how is he?"

"You still have time to worry about your father." Rhaegar asked.

Allison snorted coldly, not wanting to waste his time.

"You want to stop me from suppressing the belief in the Seven Gods?"

Rega's eyes were cold and he asked again: "Why?"

He didn't ask why, because idiots have their reasons.

He was just curious that Allison had endured it for so many years, even though Aemond was blind in one eye, he didn't make a fuss, and it would soon become clear.

Having convulsions at this time is really unpleasant for everyone.

Allison said coldly: "The peace terms are the result of His Majesty King Renrui. You are playing with fire and burning yourself by being an enemy of the Faith of the Seven Gods."

Rhaegar narrowed his eyes slightly and asked, "Do you know under what circumstances great-grandfather signed the terms with the Faith of the Seven Gods?"

Allison was speechless for a moment.

Of course she knew, but the background was not a good one.

Maegor I died tragically on the Iron Throne, and Jaehaerys ascended the throne hastily.

At that time, the entire continent was launching a crusade against the Targaryen dynasty by the Faith of the Seven Gods.

Jaehaerys had been lurking for many years, taking back the kingship from his biological mother and stepfather, and immediately started to unite the Seven Gods to consolidate the ruling position of the Iron Throne.

Seeing her look, Rhaegar lost interest in talking and said lightly: "Whatever you think, it doesn't matter anyway."

He dusted off his robe, got up and left: "You made a mistake, be prepared to atone for the rest of your life."

A narrow-minded, foolish woman with no vision is not worth wasting time.

It is more important to stabilize the court as soon as possible and solve the problem of Oldtown.

Watching Rhaenyra and Rhaegar leave in a hurry, Alisson's fear of darkness emerged again in her heart, and she wanted to stop them but couldn't speak.

She was not stupid enough to think that she could get away with it.

Just as Rhaegar was about to disappear at the end of the corridor, Alisson burst into tears, pointed at her swollen throat, and sobbed: "Your Majesty, the Centenary King, often praises my beautiful voice and likes me to read to him."

Rhaegar paused, then left indifferently.

In the dim attic, there was only suppressed sad crying again.

...

Rhaegar walked out of the sanctuary and saw Rhaenyra sitting on the edge of the flower bed, struggling to coax the two children.

The two little guys were heavy, and their mother was tired.

Rhaegar stepped forward to take over the two twisted and rebellious sons, and teased: "Remember to bring a maid next time you show up, otherwise I'm afraid you will drop the two children on the ground."

Rhaenyra rubbed her sore arms, rolled her eyes at the words, and said: "Alison didn't get hysterical. I thought she would collapse."

"Who cares."

Rhaegar said casually.

Rhaenyra lowered her eyes and said dejectedly: "I would rather she and I have a big fight, and it's a bit like childhood."

Rhaegar's eyes were surprised, and slowly turned into understanding, and he said a philosophical word: "She didn't choose, but she still chose."

Rhaenyra smiled, opened her arms again, and clapped her hands to signal him to return a swaddling cloth.

...

Time flies, half a month later.

The Red Castle, the throne room.

In the hall paved with black stone, the courtiers, headed by the Minister of the Imperial Court, gathered together.

Everyone's eyes were attracted by a figure.

Surrounded by two white knights, Rhaegar walked out slowly in a black dragon riding suit.

His eyes swept over the ministers and walked towards the Iron Throne surrounded by swords.

Rhaegar's expression was calm. He stepped onto the steps where swords were intertwined. He ignored the cold blades flashing around him and walked to the top step by step.

He turned around and sat down on the cold and hard iron chair under him in front of the courtiers.

The Iron Throne had no backrest or armrests, and there were sharp blades on all sides.

This was the will of the conqueror, to warn future kings that the throne was never comfortable.

Rhaegar sat upright, holding the True Fire Pestle in one hand, looking down at the ministers from a high position.

Below the Iron Throne, Erik and Alec held swords and guarded without looking away.

The ministers were silent, looking at the crown prince on the Iron Throne as usual.

The king was recuperating in bed, and the crown prince was handling all the government affairs that had accumulated over the past six months.

Rhaegar pondered for a while and took the initiative to speak: "Lord Leonor, has the grain transport team from the River Bay to the Prince's Palace set off?"

Having sat on the iron chair for half a month, he could see the style of the ministers.

As long as he didn't ask, they all sleepwalked calmly.

After speaking, Leonor walked out of the queue and said solemnly: "It's set off. Princess Helena sent a letter and will personally escort the grain transport team."

As soon as the prime minister spoke, the ministers opened their mouths.

Lin Man walked out slowly, holding a list and reporting: "According to what His Highness said, an area in King's Landing will be selected to build the Seven Star Cathedral. The site has been selected and cleaned."

After the progress of the implementation was announced, he began to complain: "The kingdom has been at war with the Three Kingdoms and Dorne, and the treasury has demanded too much. The cost of the cathedral is also a considerable expense."

As a qualified finance minister and treasury manager, he would feel distressed and admonish any person in power who spends money.

Rhaegar was speechless and comforted: "Lord Lin Man, the royal family supports the establishment of Protestantism, and the current expenditure is worth it."

According to the intelligence manager's report.

In the past half month, hundreds of missionaries and nuns have migrated from Old Town and voluntarily devoted themselves to the construction of Protestantism.

Compared to the useless prayers in the Starry Cathedral, a "Son of God" who can be seen and touched is more convincing.

The meeting soon came to an end.

Lyonor said: "There are two vacancies in the Kingsguard. I have announced to the whole country that qualified candidates will be selected as soon as possible to fill the vacancies."

"Just as you said."

The parliament finally ended, Rhaegar stretched and smiled: "I have to go to Oldtown, and I will leave the court to you adults."

The ministers looked at each other and agreed reluctantly.

After the treatment of special incense powder, the king stayed awake for a few hours every day, enough to ensure the normal operation of the court.

Rhaegar walked down from the Iron Throne and couldn't wait to go out.

The ministers thought about it and followed him together.

Practice for the crown prince.

...

Godswood, back garden.

"Hiss--"

The glutton crawled on the ground, swinging his dragon tail irritably.

Not far away, Syrax stopped and waited.

Rhaenyra put on the dragon riding clothes for the first time in a long time, holding two children in her arms.

At this time, the two children stared at the glutton with wide eyes, not blinking.

A huge dragon as black as coal gave the two little babies a great shock.

"I'm here."

Rhaegar walked through the godswood and smiled as he took a swaddling cloth.

He opened it and saw the little Baelon who didn't like to cry.

"Let's go."

Rhaenyra's eyes were bright. She tied little Aemon's swaddling clothes to her chest and climbed onto the dragon's back decisively.

Rhaegar was about to say something but stopped himself. He also tied little Baelon and rode on the back of the Glutton.

After making sure everything was correct, Rhaenyra gave the order: "Syrax, fly!"

"Syrax!!"

Syrax was very well-behaved. He ran two steps on his hind legs and flew into the sky, soaring over the Red Castle.

"Syrax--"

The Glutton roared in a low voice, like a coal mountain rising from the ground, and its black wings covered the entire Red Castle.

In the back garden, the ministers looked up and watched the prince and princess dance with the dragon.

"Syrax!"

Syrax was naughty. He flapped his wings and circled the Red Castle twice, then flew over the city of King's Landing.

"Chuckles..."

Little Aemon huddled in Rhaenyra's arms, his eyes looking at the white clouds, and he opened his mouth to let out a crisp laugh.

Rhaegar followed closely on his Glutton, flying over King's Landing like a show, attracting countless civilians to watch.

Little Baelorm's clear eyes widened, and his little hands stretched out of the swaddling clothes vigorously, trying to grasp the clouds in the blue sky.

Rhaegar looked down at his son, kissed his forehead gently, and chuckled: "Good job, you are worthy of being my son."

"Hehe~"

Little Baelorm shook his head, thinking that his father was playing with him, and couldn't help laughing.

King's Landing, in the city.

Whether it was Silk Street or Flea Bottom, civilians came out of every corner, looking up with expectation.

The news that Princess Rhaenyra gave birth safely had already spread throughout King's Landing, and the Crown Prince even held a seven-day porridge house for the hungry.

The civilians stretched their necks one by one, looking at the two circling dragons, hoping to see the two little princes.

"Long live the little prince!"

Someone shouted loudly, spreading around like waves.

"Long live the little prince!"

"Long live Targaryen!"

"Let's see the little prince..."

The civilians cheered and chased the flying tracks of the two dragons, waving their arms and shouting.

The whole King's Landing was boiling, as if it was a world-famous event.

"Hiss--"

The glutton let out a long roar, trying not to damage the buildings below, and showed the figure behind him from the side.

Rhaegar's silver hair fluttered, holding little Baelon in his arms, the big and small laughed heartily.

Rhaenyra was right, the two children should show up in front of the people of King's Landing.

Imitating the practice of grandmother Alessa, the dragon took the two newborns to soar into the sky.

Targaryen was born to be on the back of a dragon.