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

"ah?"

Little Darren was shocked. He pointed his greasy finger at himself and said innocently: "Me?"

"Pfft!"

Benila laughed out loud and gloated.

Renya's face was slightly red, she hugged her father's arm tightly, and huddled up shyly.

The three children were laughing and playing and getting to know each other.

Adults had mixed reactions.

Lanner smiled gently, quietly observed little Darren's expression, and touched her daughter's cheek.

Married to the royal family, a button connects the three parties.

Damon looked embarrassed and said with a smile: "My child hasn't made a decision yet, so you should keep an eye on him first."

Little Darren shrank his neck and put down the pig's trotters depressedly.

He just ate a piece of roast suckling pig and seemed to be involved in something serious.

Viserys said happily: "If you are willing to adopt me, I will negotiate with Lord Corliss."

Collis said seriously: "Three children growing up together are very suitable both in terms of relationship and identity."

At first glance, it looks peaceful.

Damon wanted to scold the two of them for being shameless and sneer at them.

Think carefully about the pros and cons and choose to be patient.

The situation was great, and Corliss' mood was mostly relieved, and he even took a comfortable sip of the wine.

Velaryon has no shortage of heirs with the bloodline of the Mermaid King.

What he wanted was a dragonborn, and it would be best to have a closer relationship with the royal family.

In the decades to come after Rhaegar ascended the throne, with this relationship, Velaryon would still enjoy honor second only to the royal family.

on the contrary,

The royal family lacks a fleet that can travel across the seas, so it is necessary to win over the Velaryon family.

The Dragon King Family and the Sea Family have been the best partners since the Free Fortress era.

Otherwise, the ancestors would not take the risk of following the exile Aenar to migrate to Westeros.

After thinking briefly, Damon made up his mind, rubbed Rhaenya's head, and said reluctantly: "Adoption is fine, but she must be raised by Rhaenyra's side until she reaches adulthood."

It is inevitable that a daughter will marry outside her home sooner or later.

Marrying an elder brother's younger son would be a good match.

The prerequisite is to be raised in the royal family and have a Targaryen heart.

When Corliss heard this, his brows furrowed slightly, obviously not happy.

Since they were adopted, they should naturally be raised on Chaotou Island.

Otherwise, just changing the last name, who knows what is going on in my heart.

If he were a white-eyed wolf, wouldn't his sea snake be eaten up by his son-in-law?

Damon's eyes were intense and he was not afraid to look into his eyes.

His first wife, Lady Leia of Runestone City.

That was the arrangement of my grandmother, Queen Alexa.

Among them, there is no lack of ideas for him to use his descendants to occupy Rune Stone City.

It's just that he doesn't like the bronze woman, and she is also wary of him.

However, the sea snake was in trouble and came to ask for help from him.

The essence has fallen into inferiority.

Viserys looked around and glanced at Rhaenyra who was watching the show.

Rhaenyra was stunned for a moment and then reacted.

Shi Shiran stood up and came forward: "I am Reniya's adoptive mother. She was raised by my side to better learn court etiquette."

Corliss and Damon were startled.

The so-called court etiquette is a cover-up technique.

Rhaenyra is the princess of Dragonstone and the future queen of a kingdom.

The benefits of keeping Rhaena by her side are greater than staying on Tidehead Island and Tyrosh.

At the very least, no one dared object to the queen's adopted daughter becoming a countess.

If anyone dares to gossip, Rhaegar, who is half cousin and half adoptive father, will take action.

It has to be said that Dimon was very excited about this proposal.

Logically speaking, Renya should have been raised by Rhaenyra's side, and it had been decided before.

While the men hesitated, the women took action.

Rhaenys stood up gracefully, put her hand on her husband's shoulder, and made the decision directly: "Rhaenyra is the adoptive mother of the two girls. There is no doubt where they will be raised."

Lannal agreed very much: "The children are raised by Rhaenyra's side, and they can grow up with the newborns, forming a deep relationship from an early age."

boom!

The wine cup tapped lightly on the table, and Rega finally said: "I agree."

The blood of ancient Valyria has returned to the continent of Essos. In the face of Aegon and Aemond being left alone, the Sea Serpent and Daemon are indispensable for their efforts.

but……

Damon glanced at his good nephew, and when he saw the smile on his face, his eyes narrowed unconsciously.

Beat your nephew as early as possible.

The good nephew was cared for by Rhaenyra and lacked a complete childhood.

No one objected and the matter was settled.

Benila and Renya were very happy, raised big smiles and cheered: "Princess!"

The twins jumped up and down to Rhaenyra's side.

One picked up the sleeping Bellon, and the other hugged the naughty Eamonn, taking the initiative to share the burden of taking care of the baby.

Rhaenyra was also very happy, caressing the two little girls she took care of with one hand, and the corners of her mouth curved slightly.

Corliss watched silently, abandoning his unrealistic demands.

It doesn't matter if he is raised by Rhaenyra's side, the main thing is that he has a heart to defend Velaryon.

Rhaena had half Velaryon's blood in her veins.

Bloodline cannot be faked.

Corliss thought honestly, thinking that was the end of the matter.

However, it is not enough.

Rhaegar said with a smile in his eyes: "Rhaena is Daemon's daughter. She hatched the young dragon Dawn. It's not good to deprive her of the right to train dragons."

"But the "Dragon Laws" cannot be tarnished and no loopholes can be left."

Corliss's face changed slightly and he said anxiously: "Prince, what do you mean?"

If he strictly abides by the "Laws of the Dragon Clan", his little plan is destined to be in vain.

Viserys and Daemon looked over at the same time, with a hint of doubt in their eyes.

It is a bit inappropriate to bring out "Dragon Law" at this time.

Although, Velaryon should never have held the dragon again.

Rhaegar ignored all the attention and told the truth frankly: "Rhaena is Rhaenyra's adopted daughter. She also changed her surname through adoption. She even married Daeron and married into the Targaryen royal family."

"Dawn, still belongs to her."

Hearing this, Corliss's eyes flickered and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Immediately afterwards, I heard Rhaegar say: "The second child born after Daeron and Rhaena's marriage was adopted by Velaryon, but because Rhaena has opened her eyes, the adoptive child's cradle will no longer contain dragon eggs. "

Some openings cannot be opened.

Renya is one of her own and can have dragons.

The next generation, no!

Hearing the profound meaning, Corliss frowned.

On the contrary, Viserys and Daemon looked thoughtful.

Rhaena is Daemon's daughter, so she naturally has the right to train dragons.

If it is adopted to Lanino, this right will be automatically lost.

Rhaegar retained Rhaena's rights to maintain the Sea Serpent's alliance with Daemon.

Anyway, Rhaena is going to marry Daeron and finally be a member of the royal family.

However, the two adopted children could not inherit the right to train dragons from their mother Rhaena's identity according to the "Dragon Laws", and were only a Velaryon.

At first glance, it seems cruel, depriving a newborn of his supreme power.

was all Rhaegar could say.

Changing the court involves a lot.

In order to safeguard the rights and interests of the royal family, sacrifice is inevitable.

"I agree!"

The first person spoke.

Everyone turned their attention to it, and it turned out to be Damon.

Damon looked calm, picked up the wine cup and took a sip.

He only cares about the rights of his children.

As for the children’s children?

He shouldn't be meddling in other people's business. Children and grandchildren will have their own blessings.

He has no interest in fighting for a grandson/granddaughter who doesn’t exist yet.

Viserys also expressed his position: "It is very reasonable. Rhaenia is the mercy of the royal family, and she should not expect more."

Collis was dejected and knew he could not refute.

Shamelessly claiming a Renya has made a lot of money.

Then I thought about it.

The royal family's direct territory expanded beyond the Narrow Sea, and Velaryon, who was also a descendant of ancient Valyria, was an indispensable part.

At that time, if the descendants are successful, they can marry into the royal family again.

Even if Targaryen has a special family tradition, it is impossible for every generation of male and female heirs to internally digest it.

Didn't he also win Rhaenys' favor with his own charm?

So, accept it gladly.

…

The bright moon hangs high and is dotted with stars.

Late at night, the dinner ended.

With the successful negotiation at the dinner table, the three parties initially formulated alliance matters.

Sign peace terms with Braavos, strengthen the garrison on the Stepstone Islands, and restore trade between the three city-states.

If the above three points are achieved, the alliance led by the royal family will expand the military and political power in a short period of time.

Lay a solid foundation for the Targaryen snowball strategy of invasion, colonization, and reproduction.

"The envoy from Braavos will leave tomorrow, and he will say goodbye to the Sea Serpent family."

Rhaegar yawned and walked alone in the corridor back to his room.

After being busy for so long, it is inevitable to be physically and mentally exhausted.

The war was over, all parties had negotiated, and it was thought that it was over.

Unexpectedly, my father decided to abdicate in favor of someone more worthy.

It’s such a tiring life and I can’t rest for even a moment.

Crunch——

Returning to the bedroom, Rhaegar took off his clothes and threw himself on the soft goose feather bed.

Rhaenyra is not here.

The excited Benila and Renya insisted on sleeping with the two babies in their arms.

Little Darren is shameless and wants to follow him to join in the fun.

He grabbed his collar and threw it to Sir Eric.

The 7-year-old boy couldn't wrestle with the 4-year-old Baela, which was a real embarrassment to Targaryen.

Rhaenyra was conceived in four months and gave birth to her child in eight months.

The twins will be born in mid-December and will have a full moon feast some time later.

It is now the year 122 AC.

Rhaegar had grown a year older.

The 17-year-old young crown prince will soon be promoted to the real young dragon king.

"sleepy."

Rhaegar closed his eyes and muttered.

He raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

Snap!

A fire was lit in the fireplace, and a few fragrant woods emitted wisps of smoke, dispersing the moisture in the room.

Rhaegar was dazed and gradually fell into sleep.

A second before falling asleep, a thought suddenly appeared.

King's Landing is adjacent to Blackwater Bay. It snows more or less every winter and the temperature often drops below zero.

It’s already January this year.

Not a single snowflake had fallen, and the temperature was fairly warm.

"The climate is pleasant and people can have a good winter."

Rhaegar thought.

puff!

As soon as I fell asleep, the flames in the fireplace swelled for a moment, swaying in coquettish lines.

Rhaegar, sleeping soundly, dreaming.

In the dream, there is a familiar hazy fog and bloody battlefield fighting.

Rhaegar looked around blankly, wearing Valyrian steel armor as black as night, holding true fire and dragon claws in each hand.

A scarlet cloak hung on the back, sounding against the strong wind like howling ghosts, as if it was carrying the residual blood of thousands of creatures.

crackling——

Suddenly, there was a loud thunder and red lightning pierced the sky.

The sky is chaotic and foggy, blocking the view.

The patter...

A drizzle fell, washing the broken limbs all over the ground.

Rhaegar took a tentative step, and the soles of his boots-covered feet stepped on the mud. The blood mixed with the rain flowed into a continuous stream, with some splashes.

A drop of dirty water hit his cheek.

Rhaegar was shocked, and the refreshing feeling was so clear.

"Where is this?"

Look around, make sure you look familiar.

It's very similar to the prelude scene in the dream during Starry Temple.

"Hiss!"

Suddenly, a high-pitched neighing sound sounded.

Rhaegar immediately looked up.

An invisible black shadow passed through the fog, and then disappeared.

Rhaegar's eyes widened, ignoring the beating of the rain, and whispered softly: "A young dragon?"

If I saw it correctly, it seemed to be a young dragon the size of a sheepdog.

Unfortunately, the true appearance cannot be seen clearly through the fog.

"Hiss..."

At this moment, another neighing sound sounded.

Rhaegar reacted quickly and looked for the sound.

As soon as he caught his eye, a faint blue dragon shadow flashed past and dived into the depths of the mist in different directions.

This time, Rhaegar saw clearly.

It was a young dragon with blue scales that was as big as half a domestic dog.

"Where did the dragon come from?"

Rhaegar felt strange.

He first thought of Dragonstone.

There are more than a dozen dragon eggs of different years hidden in the greenhouse of Shigu Tower.

Silver Wing and Wormisor lived in seclusion in Dragon Mountain. It may also be that they hatched young dragons.

Rhaegar even thought of Braavos, the Sea of ​​Smoke, and Sothoros.

Three of Menghuo's dragon eggs have gone missing and have not yet been found.

According to the speculation given by Shili, there is a high probability that it will be kept in the hands of the former Sea King of Braavos.

The previous Neptune was killed in a wildfire for no apparent reason, which was very strange.

Needless to say, Yanhai, the Fourteenth Fire Peak is the nest of dragons.

Besides, Mogul didn’t know whether he had laid dragon eggs before he flew out of the sea of ​​smoke.

There is no need to mention Sothoros.

The giant dragon skeleton exudes a sense of weirdness from beginning to end.

The walls of the cave depict some kind of evil sacrificial blood magic.

There are three dragon eggs in the cave.

One of the dark red dragon eggs had not broken out of its shell and was picked up by him after it was petrified.

The original color of the other two dragon eggs cannot be seen, but they have already broken out of their shells.

Calculating the age of the dark red dragon egg fossils shows that the two eggs broke out probably around the time of the Doomsday Catastrophe.

Even if two baby dragons are hatched, they will not survive until now.

Rega frowned and speculated: "I'm afraid that there will be an accident in the middle, and the year calculation will be inaccurate."

Thinking about it carefully, I felt regretful.

Time was running out, so he and Gluttony only visited the northern half of the Sothoros continent and the island, and did not visit the further core areas and the south.

Who knows, there will be dragons in Sothoryos.

It just corresponds to the two young dragons in the mist.

Rhaegar was helpless, who told the red comet to come, and the magic tide was rising.

The world is rich in magic power, and dragons, as the pinnacle of magical creatures, will surely experience an explosion in numbers.

Like Blizzard, Thrax, Dawn, Moondancer...

One or two young dragons that are supposed to hatch in a generation have hatched one after another in recent years.

Rhaegar thought about how to find traces of the young dragon.

Instantly.

Wuwuwu——

A heavy horn sounded, echoing throughout the foggy battlefield.

Rhaegar listened attentively, and it sounded very familiar.

Ancient, thick, hot...

As the trumpet blows, the mist changes.

"Hiss!"

"Hiss..."

The fog dissipated little by little, and two completely different screams flew randomly in the drizzle.

Dream perspective, trigger.

Rhaegar narrowed his eyes and his vision suddenly changed.

A vast sea, the sky is as dark as smoke.

A rainy night, a broken town, a palace...

The dilapidated palace was made of black dragon stone, the floor was cracked inch by inch, and there was a cracked altar in the center.

Wuwuwu——

A five-foot-long, exquisite horn that resembles a dragon's horn, dark and dotted with blood stripes, is solemnly enshrined in the center of the altar.

Apparently no one was playing, but the horns echoed ancient music.

Like the bright black surface of the night, a hazy blush blooms.

Rega was slightly startled and recalled a magic item recorded in an ancient book.

Fu Zhi's mind blurted out: "Dragon's Horn!!"