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

The next day.

The weather is bright and the sun is shining warmly.

It was December, and the climate in the Reach was still warm and pleasant, without any hint of the coldness of the north.

Old Town, Starry Cathedral.

"Hiss-"

A thunderous roar resounded for miles around, and a pair of jet-black dragon wings enveloped the entire majestic temple.

At the same time, a giant orange dragon slowly flew over, looking like it was made of gold in the sunlight.

Not long after, Glutton and Syracuse arrived.

"Come on, give me your hand."

Rhaegar stepped off the dragon's back to pick up the infant Rhaenyra.

Rhaenyra rolled her eyes at him and stretched out her hand proudly.

At this time, people gathered inside and outside the Starry Church, with missionaries, nuns, and believers mixed together.

Rega glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw a thin young man with pale skin gathered in front of the crowd.

He is more ornately dressed and holds a seven-star Bible in his hand.

Beside him, several red-robed archbishops gathered around him.

With just one glance, Rhaegar recognized the identity of the other party, the then Archbishop—Qyburn Fohua.

Rumor has it that he was the illegitimate son of a noble family who won the position of archbishop by debating scripture.

"Hiss!"

"Hiss..."

Just as Rhaegar climbed off the dragon's back with Rhaenyra in his arms, two dragon roars with different momentums came from the sky in the distance.

A glance back.

Yang Yan flapped his pale pink wings vigorously, and his whole body was brightly golden, which was particularly conspicuous.

The sheep thief chased Yang Yan playfully, the vertical pupils in his sunken eye sockets flashed playfully, constantly taking the opportunity to show off his skinny figure.

It seemed to be showing off its beauty to Yang Yan.

Rhaegar smiled unkindly.

Wild dragons are more or less special, containing the truth that they can survive alone.

The two giant dragons flew to the square of the temple and landed slowly, and the drivers climbed off the dragon's back one after another.

Aegon walked over with a pair of dark circles under his eyes, exuding a decadent and lazy temperament.

Emond is young, but mature and steady.

Until One Eye noticed the swaddles in Rhaegar and Rhaenyra's arms.

Emond's one eye widened and he said in disbelief: "This...is this?"

Rega straightened his back, clenched his fists and coughed lightly: "Your little nephew."

"Two at once?" Aemond glanced back and forth, one eye almost not enough.

The corners of Rega's mouth raised: "That's right."

"Congratulations, brother."

Emond was numb for a while and said shyly: "Can you show me?"

After seeing each other for half a month, we met again with two more nephews.

Life is really full of surprises.

Rega patted his chest and said generously: "Look at it as you like, and return it to me if you cry."

"Hmph!" Rhaenyra snorted coldly, with contempt in her eyes.

A guy who speaks nice words and competes with his children for jobs.

But being angry is just anger, and you are not accommodating to others.

Rhaenyra took off the swaddling clothes and handed them to Aemond naturally.

Rhaegar also handed over the swaddling clothes.

Emond froze on the spot, holding two babies on one side and the other on the right, with extremely complicated eyes.

"Uh-huh~"

Little Eamonn opened his eyes wide and looked at his little uncle while chewing his hand.

I enjoyed watching it so much that I even wanted to reach out and pull the blindfold off.

Emond subconsciously raised his head to dodge, and then made himself laugh stupidly.

When he looked at the two babies again, the strangeness in his eyes disappeared, and there was a closeness connected by blood.

Rhaenyra said from the side: "His name is Aemon, which is very similar to your name."

Similar names for the Targaryen family all evolved from "Aegon".

Emond glanced at his eldest sister, his expression unchanged, and said to himself: "They are my nephews, I will take care of them in the future."

Aegon came up to watch the fun, yawned sleepily, and said in a wicked way: "Two cute little things, let me see how the capital is."

Saying that, he started to take off the swaddling clothes.

"Aegon, don't cause trouble!"

Aemond dodged and hurriedly handed the child back to Rhaenyra, teaching him a lesson: "That's our nephew, you will scare them."

For his eldest brother's children, he took the initiative to assume the responsibility of an uncle.

Aegon threw it away and said boringly: "Tch, it's just a joke."

Just look at little Tintin. It’s not like I didn’t pick on Emond when I was a kid.

Why are you so nervous?

Aemond's face turned red, remembering the humiliating childhood memories, and he turned his head angrily and ignored Aegon.

After Rhaegar saw the excitement, he smoothed things over and said, "Okay, where is Lord Mondstadt? Have the Dornish bandits been dealt with?"

Aegon shook his head and replied casually: "Mond will be here soon. The old guy pesters me every day to ask when you will come back."

Not to be outdone, Aemond said: "I rode the Sheep Thief and burned two groups of Dornishmen to death. The remaining remnants hid and it will take time to gradually eliminate them."

"clear."

Rhaegar nodded, turned and stepped onto the steps of the Starry Cathedral.

All that needs to be said is said.

It is also time to address the stubborn problem of procrastination.

As soon as he climbed halfway up the steps, Archbishop Coburn walked directly in front of him, regardless of the other archbishops' obstruction.

After walking a few steps, cold sweat broke out on his forehead and he was out of breath.

Rhaegar stopped and looked at the other party playfully.

After avoiding him for seven days and seven nights, what other tricks could you use?

Qyburn's young face showed weakness, his back was hunched, and he said extremely respectfully: "Prince Rhaegar, I have been waiting for you for a long time."

"Oh, wait for me?"

Rhaegar laughed dumbly.

Don't you feel it's against your will to say this?

Qyben stepped aside to make way, and said tiredly: "I sought guidance from the Seven Gods, but unfortunately I did not get the oracle like the Archbishop in history, but I am willing to believe you who claims to be the messenger of God."

"Are you sure that Archbishop told the truth?"

Rhaegar smiled playfully and continued to climb the stone steps.

If you say that the old gods and the Lord of Light R'hllor have some ability, I can barely believe it.

Rhaegar has more or less contact with them.

The faith of the Seven Gods has been spread for thousands of years, but no miracles have been seen, and there are no representatives like the Children of the Forest and the Red Witch walking in the world.

The so-called guidance of the Seven Gods is hard to convince people.

When Qyben heard this, his pale face became even more unbearable, and his waist was hunched like an old man.

Faced with life and death, the Seven Gods did not respond to him.

This is in great contrast to the experience of the previous Archbishops in history.

Rhaegar was not interested in paying attention to him. Wherever he passed, people retreated and entered the temple.

With the experience of coming to Oldtown last time, the faith of the Seven Gods and the Citadel were no longer taken seriously by him.

No soldiers, no power.

The glutton swallowed a mouthful of dragon flame, swallowing all the voices of resistance.

His main target for this trip to Oldtown was the Hightower family.

More precisely, it was the brothers Mond and Otto.

…

It was close to noon.

Mond, with his family sword on his waist, was alert and rushed to the Starry Cathedral with a large group of people.

As soon as he approached, four giant dragons crawled on the ground, and the heat waves from their breath were enough to roast raw meat.

"Gurgle~"

Mond swallowed a mouthful of saliva and forced himself to enter the cathedral.

Don't be afraid!

Under his feet is Oldtown, the fiefdom of the Hightower family.

The hall of the cathedral.

Rhaegar and Aemond sat on the ground, each holding a swaddling cloth and fiddling with it.

Rhaenyra stood by the window with her back to the crowd and blowing the wind.

Aegon was the most promising. He mixed into the group of nuns and picked a long-legged nun to tease with words.

As soon as Mond entered the hall, he saw this scene.

His voice also attracted the attention of others.

Rhaegar raised his eyes slightly and looked him up and down indifferently.

Mond felt uneasy when he was looked at, and stepped forward to salute: "Prince, congratulations on your baby."

Rhaegar nodded in response.

Rhaenyra walked slowly and whispered: "Give me the child, you two chat."

As she said that, she took the two swaddling clothes and retreated to the inner hall under the guidance of the nuns.

Aemond was a little reluctant and turned his head away silently.

Only Aegon looked dejected, with a look of bitterness and hatred.

The nuns all left.

Mond saw everything, put his hope on his two nephews and grandsons, and introduced the accompanying personnel behind him.

"Prince, this is Dr. Fisher, the key opportunity of the school city, who came to see you specially."

Mond trembled and pointed to a bloated bald old man.

The bald old man opened his eyes like dead fish, his skin was pale and loose, and he bowed: "Prince, I represent..."

"How many cardinals are there?"

Rhaegar interrupted and stared.

Mund hesitated for a moment, cold sweat dripping down.

The bald old man frowned slightly, feeling unhappy about being interrupted, and said patiently: "Usually seven doctors preside over it. The city has developed rapidly in recent years. There are a total of ten doctors participating. I am fortunate to be one of them."

What he said was very clear, implicitly revealing the prosperity of the city, hoping that the superiors would show mercy.

Rhaegar didn't buy it, and questioned: "Ten doctors, but only one was sent to see me. Can you represent the other nine?"

The bald old man was speechless for a moment, and hesitated: "I am a representative. If you have any request, I will convey it on your behalf."

Clang!

The true fire on his waist was unsheathed, and a black light flashed and disappeared.

A red line appeared on the bald old man's neck, and blood splattered immediately.

Rhaegar shook his head and said indifferently: "You just sent an errand boy to see me. Are the people's servants of the Citadel so arrogant?"

After the words fell, the corpse fell to the ground with a thud, and its hands and feet were still twitching subconsciously.

Instantly, the temperature in the hall dropped sharply, as if the cold wind from the north was blowing.

Aegon looked surprised and took a step back with his arms folded.

Aemond's one eye widened, and his eyes turned around his eldest brother and the corpse.

He was shocked at first, and then gradually calmed down, with an imperceptible arc at the corner of his lips.

He liked his eldest brother's decisiveness in killing.

"Prince, he is a doctor of the Citadel."

Mund almost dropped his jaw.

Rhaegar glanced at him and said strangely: "So what?"

What about the Citadel? Do you really think knowledge is power?

All the bad accounts in the past have not been settled yet.

Aemond's blood boiled when he heard it, and he straightened his spine hard.

Mund had nothing to say, and his clenched and vigilant right hand trembled slightly.

Archbishop Qyburn walked out of the corner, ordered several silent sisters to drag the body away, closed his eyes sadly, and prayed silently for the dead.

After muttering for a few minutes, Qyburn opened his eyes and presented a parchment contract with both hands.

Rhaegar leaned back, supported his hands on the floor, and winked at Aemond.

Aemond understood immediately, climbed up nimbly, snatched the parchment and placed it in front of his eldest brother.

Rhaegar glanced at Qyburn and Mond, and read the contract on it seriously.

"In the name of the Archbishop, I recognize the establishment of the new branch of the Seven Gods Faith, allow the Targaryen royal family to freely appoint and dismiss the archbishop, and promulgate a new version of the Seven Star Bible..."

Various terms of loss of power.

"The new religion is established, and the Targaryen royal family assumes the protection of the new religion. It can modify the doctrine, and the Starry Cathedral cannot be refuted. All the right of interpretation belongs to the Iron Throne."

With every extra word, Qyburn's thin body hunched a little.

After explaining all the terms, he seemed to be thirty years older. He didn't fall down because of the support of others.

The content of the contract was the terms of the emerging sect, which was clearly the Iron Throne's overlord contract with the Faith of the Seven Gods.

All the right of interpretation belonged to the Iron Throne. With one sentence, the prestige of the Faith of the Seven Gods was shattered to the bottom.

Rhaegar's eyes were as sharp as a hawk, and he said calmly: "My Lord Archbishop, when I look for a second wife, I hope you can personally hold the ceremony for us."

He pointed his index finger up and down, and said murderously: "The location is chosen in the Starry Cathedral, in front of all believers."