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

Everyone was shocked beyond words.

Since the founding of the country, there have only been kings who died, and no one has taken the initiative to abdicate.

Viserys's sincere speech was like a heavy hammer hitting the hearts of the people present.

"No!"

Daemon stood up suddenly, his face gloomy: "I don't agree, you are my brother, I only agree that you should be king."

If Viserys died of illness, he would not object to someone succeeding to the throne.

But as long as his brother is still alive, don't think of retreating from the throne and abandoning him.

Viserys was silent, showing the severity of the eldest brother, his expression solemn: "Daemon, you are my younger brother, you should support my decision."

Daemon's eyes were as sharp as a hawk, staring straight at his brother.

The two brothers looked at each other, colliding with silent swords.

Rhaegar was caught between the two, his brain was in a mess, and he couldn't speak like a dead machine.

He was shocked.

There is no doubt about this.

When he went to wake up his father, he only discussed punishing the sea snakes and formulating a five-year development plan for King's Landing, the Stepstones, and the Three Women's Kingdoms.

Abdicate?

It was nonsense, and he had never heard of it.

Rhaegar didn't react for a while, and a storm of thoughts swept through his mind.

"Father, are you going to abdicate?"

The matter summarized in a short sentence was far more important than the beginning and end of a war.

"Rhaegar, Rhaegar,"

A soft whisper came from his ear.

Rhaegar stopped internal friction and his thinking returned to the right track.

Look down.

Rhaenyra looked nervous, secretly pulled his sleeves, and hurriedly reminded: "You have to say something."

Rhaegar was slightly startled.

Rhaenyra's eyes widened, with a sense of regret, and whispered in his ear: "Don't let your father down."

His father's body was getting weaker and weaker, and he was no longer able to govern.

Allison, Corliss, Daemon and other threatening figures were scattered and could not form effective resistance.

Taking advantage of the great achievements after the war, it was natural for Rhaegar to succeed to the throne and inherit the prosperous kingdom left by his great-grandfather and father.

Rhaegar stared at Rhaenyra with his eyes like a child.

His eyes moved down and saw Baelon sleeping soundly.

The little guy was sleeping soundly, small and cute, like a clinging little animal.

Rhaegar took a deep breath and replayed the scenes of his father, Rhaenyra, and the two children in his mind, and he suddenly had a bottom line in his heart.

A sentence flashed through his mind.

"The time has come!"

Viserys avoided Daemon's gaze and asked, "Rhaegar, tell your father what you feel at this moment?"

Daemon's eyes were gloomy, and his palms on the table clenched the wine cup, and his knuckles turned slightly white.

The sudden news made him unacceptable.

When his brother was young, he even refused to decide him as the heir.

After middle age, he wanted to pass the throne to his nephew without authorization.

Jealousy made him unrecognizable.

Corliss, Rhaenys and the others were all shocked and could not get a word in.

The king abdicated and supported the heir to take the throne.

This was the first time in more than a hundred years since the founding of the Targaryen Dynasty.

This matter was of great importance.

There was only one person.

Alicent lowered her head, her eyes tightly closed, and she kept praying to the Seven Gods.

It was not difficult to see from her slightly trembling body.

She was afraid!

"Father, I agree!"

Facing his father's direct question, Rhaegar was no longer speechless, and said in a strong voice: "If you are tired of sitting on that iron chair, I will sit on it in the future."

"I promise that the Targaryen Dynasty will usher in a new era of dragons!"

As he spoke, his eyes were very firm, like a sharp sword.

"Good!"

Viserys praised loudly, his frail body gasping for breath, and his excited voice trembled: "My child, the Iron Throne is yours."

Occupy new territories, restore peace to the kingdom, and watch his eldest son ascend the throne.

After completing these three tasks, he will have lived up to his youth.

Bang——

The wine cup hit the table heavily, and the plate was shaken.

Daemon's face was terribly gloomy. He turned around and walked out without caring about the etiquette between the monarch and his subjects.

He was not angry or jealous.

But his brother did not regard him as a family member.

He was the one who was excluded from the beginning.

"Daemon, stop!"

Just after taking three or two steps, Viserys shouted from behind.

Daemon paused, looked back at the anxious face, and said with a temper: "You have the best heir in the world, what else do you want me to do."

"You bastard, do you have to piss me off to death!?"

Viserys was furious, his face flushed unnaturally, and he shouted loudly: "You only have me as an ally in the court, and everything I gave you has been wasted by you at will."

Daemon curled his lips and sneered.

Viserys continued, angrily saying: "I am going to abdicate. Do you still want to be so arrogant and act like a child forever?"

Daemon's stern face changed slightly when he heard this, and his defense line in his heart began to relax.

Viserys sighed deeply and said: "Rhaegar is my eldest son. His ability is obvious to all. You are his uncle and his right-hand man."

Finally, he looked directly into Daemon's eyes and advised earnestly: "Brother, don't let me teach you how to treat a king again."

He withdrew from the center of power, and Daemon fought alone.

No one would protect a willful and dissolute guy anymore.

The words touched Daemon's heart, and he was rare to be quiet, and turned his head to the side stubbornly.

His heart was beating wildly, and his fingers, which could easily bend a bow and hold a sword, twitched slightly.

The last time he had a fierce quarrel with Viserys seemed to be the night after his good nephew was born.

The night before, he mocked his good nephew as "one-day crown prince" in the brothel in Flea Bottom.

That night, he was discovered by Otto's spies, and the news was reported to Viserys, who was heartbroken after losing his wife.

He was scolded by his brother and his tongue was almost pulled out.

This time, the quarrel was also because of his good nephew.

Daemon thought hard, and ten thousand words of rebuttal emerged in his mind, but he couldn't squeeze out a word.

Last time, he refuted.

He scolded Viserys for his cowardly character and was sucked blood by the leeches of the Royal Council.

Then, he was driven out of King's Landing for the first time.

This time, Daemon chose to remain silent.

It was not because he was afraid of Viserys, he knew that the other party would not be cruel to him.

He was powerless to refute.

Viserys's decision was not wrong, and his good nephew's wrist was indeed strong enough.

He just...

Daemon lowered his eyes and stared at the younger Rhaegar, a hint of jealousy flashing in his indifferent eyes.

Viserys could never trust him as much as he trusted his good nephew.

He shouldn't be at this dinner, not in this Red Castle.

He looked like a poor guy who squeezed in.

Daemon looked at Rhaegar, and Rhaegar was also looking at him.

Rhaegar's long hair hung on his shoulders, and his eyes seemed to see into Daemon's heart.

He didn't speak rashly.

Say words to advise Daemon or comfort his father.

This was a quarrel that belonged to the previous generation, and there was no room for him to interrupt.

Every word he said would affect the brothers' thoughts.

Like everyone present, he chose to remain silent.

"Daemon!"

Viserys spoke again, almost commanding: "Sit back in your seat, don't make me say it again."

The words fell.

Laena hurriedly looked at her husband, her eyes showing deep worry.

She didn't want her husband to anger the king and be driven out of the royal family again.

Daemon glanced at him, not paying any attention to his wife's plea.

What he wants to do is not something that others can shake.

Viserys stared at him and angrily scolded: "Don't influence this bastard, let him decide whether to stay or go!"

Before he abdicated, he must see Daemon's determination.

Tap tap...

A sound of footsteps sounded, and the sound of footsteps landed.

Daemon's face was awkward, and he took two steps at a time, turned around, pulled out a chair and sat down heavily.

The chair legs rubbed against the marble floor and made a harsh creaking sound.

It was like a naughty child who was scolded by his parents deliberately trying to make himself feel important.

"Humph!" Seeing this, Viserys snorted coldly, his stern face slightly relaxed, and his brain filled with anger rarely cooled down.

There was still some conscience in punishing this bastard.

Daemon had a sour face and raised his glass to take a big sip of wine.

He would rather his conscience be licked clean by the stray dogs digging for food on the street.

Viserys didn't care about him and told his eldest son: "Rhaegar, don't worry about Daemon being my brother, and send him around as you like in the future."

Rhaegar:...

Looking around at the two angry middle-aged men, he was speechless for a while.

If Aegon or Aemond dared to disrespect him like this, they would have broken their teeth and begged for mercy on the ground by now.

Of course, his father was not good at martial arts.

He was just asking himself in another way not to kill his good uncle casually.

"Puff!"

Daemon obviously heard the deep meaning and sneered disdainfully.

A black line appeared on Rhaegar's forehead, and he said speechlessly: "Yes, father."

I will definitely not have any scruples.

"Good boy."

Viserys was satisfied, and his face was a little more ruddy.

The topic changed.

Looking at Corliss who looked like he was watching a show, he said sincerely: "While I am still in power, you can make any requests, just raise them."

He was not an exceptionally good king. All the honor and disgrace of the kingdom depended on the political legacy left by his grandfather, the old king.

Having benefited from the previous generations, he also wanted to leave more invisible wealth to his eldest son.

The ministers of the Royal Council are very good and can share the burden for the king.

But the kingdom has newly occupied the Stepstone Islands, the Disputed Lands, and Dorne, and the Royal Council cannot cover everything.

Daemon and the Sea Snake are the weapons to rule the territories outside the Narrow Sea.

The eldest son is cruel and it is difficult to tolerate the two.

He has to put aside his prejudices and win them over personally.

Corliss suppressed his outward emotions and showed his true ability: "Your Majesty, your sincerity touched my heart, forgive me for being frank."

Since the other party is serious, he doesn't need to play tricks.

Be honest.

Viserys waved his hand and smiled, "My court has always encouraged ministers to dare to give advice."

Corliss nodded in agreement and made a request: "I lost an heir, and Tidehead Island has no successor lord. I ask the royal family to compensate me with a new heir."

"..."

Rhaegar and Viserys looked at each other, both of them were stunned.

How to compensate for this thing?

Rhaenys realized it later, and stared at the sea snake with sharp eyes.

How can the royal family compensate for an heir?

Unless her husband has other candidates.

With this thought, even though she is confident, the nature of a woman still begins to be suspicious.

The children don't understand, and the adults look at Rhaenys and have more speculations.

Especially Daemon.

His face suddenly recovered, and he stared at the sea snake in surprise at first, and his eyes gradually became playful.

This brother-in-law and father-in-law, there is something!