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

"Prince, you..."

A middle-aged doctor glared angrily and stretched out his hand to stop him.

Rega curled his lips: "Sacrifice yourself for others?"

Zila——

A fireball floated flexibly and hit the middle-aged doctor's chest, instantly burning the entire body.

Suddenly, the space seemed to be completely frozen.

Not only the remaining doctors were stunned, but Aegon and Aemond were also frozen in place, their eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

Rhaegar glanced sideways and said to his two younger brothers: "Watch it, I will only teach you once."

The five fingers were slightly folded, and seven points of red light were connected in a line, forming an alternative seven-pointed star pattern.

This is a fire witchcraft that he realized while sitting in the Temple of Stars.

Use the five fingers to build the foundation for the operation of magic, and construct a five-pointed star pattern that can release five fireballs.

The fireball can be large or small, controlled by the five-finger source point, so that it can be controlled like an arm.

The seven-pointed star pattern used by Lei Jia was the result of subsequent improvements.

Two additional magic source points were developed on the second knuckle of the index finger and the palm, and seven fireballs were advanced.

No more will do, no more than seven in one hand.

It cannot be less than five, otherwise the magic transportation route of the five-pointed star will not be satisfied and flexible control will be lost.

"Gulu!"

Aegon swallowed a mouthful of saliva, wishing he could lie down on the ground and watch.

Aemond's one eye widened and he stared at the palm controlling the fireball.

Rhaegar waved his hand, and the remaining five fireballs formed a line and quickly rotated around the seven doctors.

Several doctors had quick eyesight and quick hands, and protected the most important Dr. Levin in the middle.

Rega turned his head slightly and tapped his fingers.

The four fireballs seemed to come to life, knocking down the four doctors due to their smell, and burned into dregs in the blink of an eye.

On the spot, only three of the nine cardinal doctors were left.

Well, there is still ashes on the ground.

Among these three people, in addition to Dr. Levin, who is under special protection, there is also the youngest doctor and a tall old man.

Rhaegar turned a blind eye, and only the second section of the index finger of the seven-pointed star bloomed with red light.

He had already had murderous intentions when he didn't see all the members of the Cardinal Council from the Starry Cathedral.

Ten people are too many for a meeting, leaving two is enough.

Buzz——

The fireball trembled slightly, stopped rotating at high speed, and stayed in the air above the three people, releasing scorching heat like a small sun.

Tick ​​tock!

Dr. Levin did not dare to move, and a drop of hot sweat dripped down the wrinkled skin and fell to the floor.

The young doctor's eyes were filled with fear, and he suddenly closed his eyes forcefully, maintaining a stiff posture.

The high temperature bakes and fear breeds, like a sharp sword hanging above the head, piercing the heavenly spirit at any time.

"Ho ho."

The last tall old man was sweating profusely. He couldn't hold back the fear in his heart and stumbled almost falling.

Rhaegar glanced at it, and the fireball fell rapidly, engulfing it from head to toe.

The tall old man didn't even scream, and ended his life without pain.

Rhaegar turned a blind eye and put away the palm where the seven-pointed star disappeared.

Burning at the stake is an extremely cruel punishment in Westeros, and all he can do is speed up the pain of the victim.

It's also a kind of kindness.

Plop! Plop!

Dr. Levin and the young doctor both fell down, their bodies drained of all their strength, and cold sweat broke through the rough academic robes.

When he turned his head and saw the "remains" of his companion, his heart twitched suddenly, and he felt a mixture of intense sadness and fear.

They had imagined numerous negotiation processes.

Be it coercion or inducement.

But I didn't expect that the dignified crown prince would kill him over a disagreement.

"You two, have you rested?"

Rhaegar's voice was cold.

Scholars are a really annoying group.

The arrogance of looking higher than the top is revealed in his bones, he despises the worldly dignitaries, and thinks he has the truth in the world.

But if you don’t think about it carefully, is the truth a few books and a few pens, or the bronzes of the ancestors and the irons of Andal?

Or maybe, a Targaryen dragon.

Dr. Levin and the young bachelor trembled all over. They finally realized what power was, and their heads filled with knowledge gradually drooped.

…

quite a while.

squeak——

The door to the guest room opened, and Rhaegar walked out with his two younger brothers behind their backs.

"Prince, please walk slowly."

Count Bulwe held the door handle with one hand, took off his horn helmet with the other hand, and forced out an ugly and flattering smile.

Rhaegar waved his hand and said casually: "You can lead the team to stay in the school city and cooperate with Bachelor Tru."

"Yes, I promise to complete the mission!"

Earl Bulwe stood at attention, extremely serious.

Mond was stunned in the corridor, as if it was the first day he met his vassals.

"Is this still the reckless man?"

After a cup of tea, I agreed that I would rather die than surrender.

Feeling the attention, Count Bulwe glared at him and passed him by indifferently.

A dozen knights came out half of the line and left together.

"This this……"

Mond's jaw almost dropped and he was shaking with anger.

Rega held his shoulders and said with a smile: "I will visit the library first and visit the Tower later."

After that, he walked out of the corridor corner.

Aegon and Aemond gave their uncle a look of sympathy, then hunched their necks and hurried after him.

"ah?"

Mond was completely confused and suddenly noticed the open door of the reception room.

The young doctor's crotch was wet and he helped the trembling Dr. Levin.

But what about the other doctors?

Suddenly, Mond lowered his head and saw ashes and debris on the ground.

"Why do those scum look a bit like... ashes?"

At this thought, Mond shuddered. It looked more and more like him.

Turn around, turn around, run away!

…

At night.

In the Starry Temple, a shadow enveloped the night, and a huge thing landed in the square.

Rhaegar slid down the dragon's back, rubbed the ferocious dragon's kiss for a while, then climbed the steps and entered the temple.

A busy afternoon was spent searching for the precious collection of books in the school.

It must be said that the Citadel deserves to have a monopoly on the culture of Westeros and has accumulated countless books.

A huge library is like a sea of ​​books.

Rhaegar was afraid that an earthquake would cause the bookshelf to collapse and bury him alive in the pile of books.

Not long after.

Under the guidance of the nun, we came to the inner hall where the guests were accommodated.

Said to be an inner hall, it is actually a spacious room facing the sun, with simple and rustic decoration.

As soon as they arrived at the door, an ancient Valyrian nursery rhyme came out through the wooden door.

Rhaegar paused, gently twisted the door handle, and opened the door a crack.

With a smile on her lips, she looked through the crack in the door.

Rhaenyra changed into a red dress and knelt on the carpet with her back to the door.

A cradle was at hand, gently rocking the baby inside.

He also held one in his arms and patted her gently to lull him to sleep.

Rhaegar was fascinated, and the door opened wider.

"Uh huh huh~~"

Rhaenyra seemed to be aware of it, and still coaxed the two children, humming nursery rhymes with a gentle voice.

Rhaegar was very familiar with it, it was called "The Shepherd's Sunset".

As a child, Rhaenyra would often hug him and hum this nursery rhyme to lull him to sleep.

"Rhaenaela."

Rega's eyes overflowed with tenderness and he called softly.

The nursery rhyme stopped abruptly.

Rhaenyra still had her back turned, coaxing the child as if no one else was watching.

It seemed like no sound was heard.

Rhaegar was startled, a flash of doubt in his eyes.

Looking around, I saw two young nuns standing by the wall, looking down at their toes.

Rhaegar tilted his head, thinking of the speech he shouted during the day.

"Ahem..."

Rega looked embarrassed and coughed twice to try to attract attention.

Damn it, the big female dragon has been provoked again.

"Rhaenayla, I'm back."

Rhaegar grinned, waved his hand to the two nuns to get out, and squatted down next to the cradle.

Rhaenyra glanced at him, handed out little Aemon in her arms, and said calmly: "You hold it for a while, and I'll clean it up."

"Okay." Rhaegar said obediently.

Rhaenyra turned around with a straight face, opened her clothes, and wiped them gently with a handkerchief.

Rhaegar tilted his head to peek.

I hadn't noticed it just now, but there were two more wet spots on Rhaenyra's chest, and the red fabric was not very conspicuous.

Lei Jia's eyes were clear and he whispered: "Has your breasts increased?"

"right!!"

Rhaenyra rolled her eyes, her face slightly red.

Her physique is very good, not at all like her mother who had difficulty giving birth.

As soon as the two children were born, their bodies recovered within a few days, and there was enough milk without the need to find a wet nurse.

Yes, sometimes the milk will engorge or leak, and it will be hard and uncomfortable.

Rega moved her butt forward and said simply: "Shall I get some hot water and apply it on you?"

Rhaenyra: ...

There is a language called speechless.

Rhaegar looked sideways and saw Rhaenyra's face was red and her head was almost steaming.

Looking around, he threw little Eamonn away and got up to fetch water.

It's just inconvenient to go out, and it's not easy for servants to use.

Soon, Lei Jia came back from fetching water, wetted the towel and started to act.

Rhaenyra sat back on the cradle and closed her eyes gently.

Apply a hot towel and the swelling will slowly disappear.

Rhaenyra's slightly frowned eyebrows relaxed, and her mood improved a lot.

Late at night.

Under the moonlight, two babies were placed in the cradle, sleeping soundly.

Rega turned sideways, his eyes moving.

Rhaenyra had her back to him, her arms resting on her head.

"I'll take care of the kids, you go to bed first."

Rhaegar took the initiative to take over the task.

"Um."

Rhaenyra's eyes were bleary-eyed, she had been too sleepy for a long time.

After a while, the snoring began.

Rega propped up his upper body and blew out the candles, looking at the sleeping face with complicated emotions.

From the nun's words, Rhaenyra must have gotten the information she needed to know.

Otherwise, no one would be in a daze alone coaxing the child to sleep.

Rhaenyra didn't take the initiative to mention it, which should be regarded as acquiescence.

"It's so kind of you."

Rhaegar buried his head in the hair of the other person's neck and whispered softly: "I will give the child a surname, that's all."

Allison's political interference aroused his vigilance.

Even if I marry more in the future, having one queen in King's Landing is enough.

Ancient Valyria had an explicit practice of polygamy.

A wife has the same status as her husband.

The status of the annexed wives varies, depending on their birth status, and usually does not override the first wife.

"queen……"

Rhaegar muttered, his thoughts drifting away.

There is no clear title for the wife of the Sea King of Braavos, but the wife of Prince Pentos seems to be called the Princess.

The palace system of the Gujis Empire is quite different, and there are also many names mixed together.

…

The next day, early morning.

School city, library.

A large number of soldiers poured into it, carrying books in bundles, placing them on carriages and taking them away.

Tru stood at the door of the library, his tall and fat body like a wall, always supervising the sloppy soldiers.

Behind him, dozens of bachelors were busy arranging the equipment of the institute.

Downstairs, hundreds of bachelor's assistants were even more frantic, searching for all useful blueprints and files, vowing to evacuate the academy.

On the rooftop, Dr. Levin leaned on the window and looked at it, with a look of extreme pain in his eyes.

As far as he could see, the young doctor who had shared the same hardships joined the moving team and led the team to empty the expensive utensils.

That's right, he rebelled...

No, he found the truth!

Invited by the Crown Prince, he served as the second-in-command of the Royal Academy and left the corrupt old academy.

So far, Dr. Levin was the only one left to support the Cardinal.

…

Library.

Rhaegar sat on the ground, with a mountain of ancient books piled up beside him.

Compared with yesterday, his clothes today have changed a lot.

White lining, light red vest, and a straight waist, highlighting his figure.

It can be seen that he has been carefully taken care of.

At this time, Rhaegar lowered his head and read an ancient book with a dragon painted on the page carefully.

"Brother!"

Aemond suddenly shouted, crawled out from the pile of books, and held up a parchment book: "I found another ancient book passed down by the Dragon King's family."

Rhaegar looked up and saw seven or eight similar ancient books at his feet.

Aegon was lying in another pile of books, and his whole body seemed to be broken. He muttered numbly with his eyes: "Rhaegar, I'll hand in one too, please let me out."