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

The next day.

High tower, silent hall.

The dragon stone walls, painted with murals of various gods, make the hall dim and dark.

More than a dozen towering stone pillars run through the upper and lower floors, with hollowed-out surfaces to hold books and utensils.

In the center of the hall, there is an arc-shaped altar.

Helena sat sideways in front of the altar with flickering candlelight, wearing a light blue silk dress covering her calves, and softly chanted the ancient Valyrian nursery rhyme.

When Rhaegar walked into the hall, he saw this peaceful scene.

Listening carefully to the ballad, the voice was soft and delicate, full of relaxing softness.

"Warm Winter in Valyria, a ballad praising winter."

A bald red-robed monk walked out from the side, and his voice was greasy.

Rhaegar looked straight ahead and said calmly, "The origin of the ballad is that a herdsman from ancient Valyria gave birth in winter."

The red monk smiled sweetly, and the tattoos on his face seemed to jump as if they were alive. He asked curiously, "What was the result?"

"The baby was born."

Recollections flashed through Rhaegar's eyes, and he said naturally, "The heavy snow did not prevent the baby from being born, nor did it prevent the mother from giving birth, and even the sheep in the sheepfold did not freeze to death."

"The ending of the story is just like this hymn to a warm winter."

Otherwise, it would not be called a warm winter.

"It's really a heartwarming ballad."

The red monk smiled slightly and said, "It's worthy of being a nursery rhyme that was once famous in ancient Valyria. It's very suitable for mothers to coax their children to sleep."

Rhaegar looked sideways when he heard this, but saw Helena, who had her back to him, turned her head, and a puzzled look appeared on her palm-sized face.

Helena blinked her eyes and continued to hum the unfinished nursery rhyme.

Rhaegar had good eyesight and didn't interrupt. He talked to the red monk: "Varys, what's the latest news from Slaver's Bay?"

A new dragon king appeared, challenging the majesty of Targaryen.

Slaver's Bay will pay a price.

Varys looked clear, put his hand in his sleeve and groped, and said humbly: "Dear Majesty, the false dragon king claimed the legitimacy from the Free Fortress."

The voice was slightly regretful, and he handed over a note.

The corner of his mouth curved, and he added: "The priest said that Slaver's Bay recruited wizards from Asshai in the name of the false dragon king, and married concubines to spread dragon seeds."

Rhaegar took the note and glanced at him: "You seem very happy?"

"Nothing can be hidden from your eyes."

Varys smiled shyly and said lightly: "You know me, all precious books and related magic things are like my lifeblood."

For witchcraft, he is very confident that he is not inferior to others.

Rhaegar didn't like the greasy voice: "Did you lose your penis?"

A monk who hadn't been castrated, why pretend to be disabled?

If it weren't for his great means, he would have been dragged out to feed the dragons.

Varys showed a bit of grievance and muttered in a low voice: "Your Majesty, you are thinking of something impolite again."

"If you use this tone again, your thoughts will become reality."

Rhaegar glanced at him, and his fingers holding the note clenched in vain.

Varys immediately shut up and retreated awkwardly.

There's nothing wrong with working for the royal family.

Not only is it safe, but the speed of collecting precious books is much faster than that of one person.

Rhaegar saw this and opened the note to check.

There was no important news, just some trivial life.

The new dragon king married a wife and concubines, and his sisters married good masters. The family tried their best to expand.

It's really amazing.

Seeing the above content, Rhaegar directly believed half of the new dragon king's claim that he was a descendant of the Fitznik family.

The method of having children is the characteristic of the Fitznik family.

"Haha, a bunch of scoundrels."

Rhaegar sneered, and his eyes stayed on the wizards in the land of Asshai for a few seconds.

"Asshai..."

Rhaegar raised his eyebrows slightly and murmured.

A strange and absurd relic of the world, it is said that there are magic researchers such as shadow binders and alchemists everywhere.

The sea snake Corliss once arrived in Asshai during his nine voyages.

I heard from him that the customs there are very dangerous.

If possible, I would rather go to the Arctic Glacier again than touch the cursed land of Asshai.

Puff——

A ball of fire emerged, and the note burned in his hand.

Rhaegar's eyes narrowed, and he muttered to himself: "The magic tide is getting more and more turbulent, and all kinds of monsters and demons are beginning to emerge."

Especially on the way back to the disputed land from the sea of ​​smoke, the magic tide fluctuated once.

It must be a foreshadowing of something.

Creak——

The hall door was pushed open, making a harsh sound.

Joanna approached with her black hair hanging down.

Rhaegar glanced at her.

Joanna bowed and reported: "News came from Tyrosh that Daemon went there to send out invitations to attend his wedding with Lady Littlemae."

"He really can't wait."

Rhaegar smiled and asked: "What is the attitude of the sea snake and Lana?"

Johanna answered truthfully: "The news from Tidehead Island has not yet been reported. Lady Lana locked herself in the room, not eating, sleeping, or talking to anyone."

After thinking for a while, she mentioned: "It was Miss Benella who broke into the dragon's lair and wanted to ride Moon Dance, but was stopped by the dragon guards."

"As expected."

Rhaegar nodded, which was almost the same as expected.

Speaking of which, Benella's character is indeed like her father, with a fearless spirit.

She is bolder than his three sons combined.

"It's a pity that Rhaenyra didn't give me a child with the title of 'Brave'."

Rhaegar thought unsatisfied.

His grandfather was known as "Berlon the Brave".

The eldest son inherited the name of Belron, but his character was very reserved, and his words and deeds were calm and solemn.

The second son and the youngest son...

A naughty egg, a boring bag.

Each of his three sons inherited part of his personality, but none of them were exactly alike.

After getting the news he wanted, Rhaegar waved his hand and motioned for Joanna to step back.

Varys didn't leave.

When the flat-topped tower was first built, the Hall of Silence was his activity area.

"Brother, are you leaving?"

The nursery rhyme stopped abruptly, and Helena stood up slowly, her big eyes full of doubts.

"I'm here to say goodbye."

Rega raised a smile and asked, "Why are you here?"

The little girl is introverted and rarely sings alone.

Helena shook her head, folded her hands in front of her belly, and said casually: "I'll come if I want."

Being alone can help you find inner peace.

Otherwise, the pictures in your mind will always affect your mind.

Rhaegar understood.

Special talents bring special flaws.

When he was a child, he was also haunted by nightmares.

After adulthood, the number of dreams decreases, and only key prophetic dreams appear.

Helena tilted her head, her long curly hair spread around her chest, and said, "This trip will go smoothly, I'm very relieved."

"certainly."

Rhaegar chuckled.

Helena's eyes flashed cunningly, and she said with a straight face: "Take care of Emond, he is doing bad things."

"Eamond?"

Rhaegar hesitated.

This kid is not in the storm land, so he can do any bad things.

Can't you just plan to regret your marriage?

"Anyway, take care of him."

Helena is like a big sister, complaining to her parents.

Rega didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and agreed: "Okay, I'll beat him up when we meet."

I haven’t responded to him for more than half a month, so I really should call him.

I'm afraid I'm not wandering around outside.

…

At noon, the scorching sun was high.

A giant black dragon that was as big as a hill soared into the sky, flapped its wings that covered the sun, and slowly flew out of the sky above Reese.

The civilians looked up and speeded up their pace to see him off.

Even after all these years, Deathwing's reputation remains terrifying.

…

at the same time,

Chaotou Island, Gaochao City.

A mud dragon with a pitted body and an ugly appearance flew across the tide and landed directly in the forecourt of the castle.

As soon as the sheep thief landed, he flicked his long and thick dragon tail.

With a crisp click, the gallows hanging the mummy broke.

The dragon wings support the ground, and the small claw hook steps on it.

The crows gnawing at the flesh screamed and flew around, and the mummy was crushed into a pile of debris.

"Be honest, you sheep thief!"

Aemond gave a symbolic scolding, turned over and jumped off the dragon's back.

"Hiss!"

The sheep thief screamed shrilly and swayed towards the corner of the courtyard, ignoring the driver.

Who told it to do this?

A one-eyed boy who doesn't mean what he says.

Aemond's expression was expressionless. He had long been accustomed to this mud dragon with its own personality.

Under the watchful eyes of the arriving guards, he walked into the castle at a leisurely pace.

…

Nine-bill Hall,

Putting aside the attendant who led the way, Aemond came here with a clear purpose.

Rhaenys had been waiting in the hall when she heard the roar of the dragon.

Rhaenys was very surprised to see her nephew arriving, but still welcomed her: "Aemond, did you come alone?"

Over the years, the Targaryens and Velaryons reconciled.

She and her nephews and nieces often see each other.

Rhaegar became king and still respected her.

Little Darren is the fiancé of his granddaughter Renya, and works as a bartender in Climax City.

Aegon is a wild, stupid but sensible person.

Emond is also very good, even exceptionally good.

As the second son of his cousin, he studied poetry and history diligently, honing his ruthless swordsmanship.

Not only does he sit in King's Landing to handle affairs, but he also inspects the situation in the Stormlands and Dorne Marches all year round.

It can be called a living sign that belongs exclusively to the second son, and enjoys a good reputation in the seven countries.

Facing his aunt's inquiry, Aemond did not answer, but asked: "Aren't Lord Corlys and Daeron here?"

As he spoke, he looked around with one eye, seemingly looking for the two of them.

"Daeron is delivering orders for Corliss. You may have to wait a while to see him."

Rhaenys frowned and asked again: "Rhaegar sent you, what are your orders?"

"No!"

After confirming that no one was there, Emond lightly denied it and said: "I came here for myself, and..."

As Rhaenys watched, he climbed the steps to the driftwood throne.

Putting his palms on the cold water and sinking wood, his one eye was dim and uncertain, and he said cautiously: "Some big things that help people make progress."

Rhaenys frowned deeper, looking at her nephew's rude behavior of touching the driftwood throne, and wanted to scold her.

Suddenly, a thick voice stepped faster.

"Let me tell you, I'm really curious."

Rhaenys and Aemond turned their heads at the same time and looked at the side door of the hall.

The sea snake's dark face was full of interest, its wounded body got rid of the crutches, and walked forward with steady steps.

Aemond blinked and smiled evilly: "I guess you will listen."

Corliss walked up the steps without any nonsense, sat down on the driftwood throne, and declared his sovereignty as the master of this place.

Aemond walked down the steps and moved a chair to sit down.

Rhaenys ignored the open and covert fights between the two men and said helplessly: "Corliss, the maester said you should take care of your rest."

The injury hasn't healed yet, and he wants to get involved again.

The sea snake waved his hand and didn't care: "I know my own body, the maester is just exaggerating."

A mature old sailor has his own way of judging.

Rhaenys couldn't care less about the other party.

"Lord Corliss, what do you think of this Smoke Sea War?"

Amond spoke at the right time and led the topic to the war.

The sea snake said sternly: "There are dragons in the sea of ​​smoke, and war is inevitable. Just calculate how much it will cost."

"Volantis is the front line of the war, and my brother will definitely not let it go."

Aemond stared at him, with a slight smile on his face: "After conquering that piece of land, how should it be distributed?"

The sea snake's expression changed slightly, and he said: "Of course it will be distributed by the king, and it may be included in the direct jurisdiction of the crown."

"What if we conquer it first?"

Aemond's eyes sparkled, and he said expectantly: "Volantis is beyond the scope of disputed land. The city-state itself has a bloated population, but there are no high-quality specialties. It is thankless for the royal family to manage it."

"What do you mean?" The sea snake frowned.

He probably guessed it.

Among the nine free trade cities, there are some city-states with poor trade.

Like Lorras without an ice-free port and Qohor located in the inland forest.

Volantis is known as the "daughter of Valyria" and was once very prosperous.

After the failed invasion of the Bloody Age, the city-state's economy plummeted.

The city was filthy and the springs dried up one after another, which were considered signs of decline.

If Volantis had not been incorporated into the trade chain of the disputed land after the Narrow Sea War, the economy would have declined year by year.

Aemond did not hide his ambitions and said directly: "Volantis is not a good territory for my brother. Perhaps he should give it to me and let me govern it for him."

The sea snake said calmly: "What's the benefit of Velaryon?"

Aemond said: "I will follow the high tower system of Lys. Velaryon can elect a member of parliament, and the port will not charge Velaryon fees."

"This..."

The sea snake was moved when he heard this, and rubbed his chin with his big hand.

Aemond continued, "You send the troops, I send the dragons, let's work together to conquer Volantis and reduce the burden of the army going to war."

"Who knows, my brother might give me Volantis as a reward if he's happy."

The sea snake weighed the pros and cons and refused, "No, it's not a joke to divide the prince's territory. Velaryon only obeys the king's orders."

Without the above words, he would still consider it.

Don't even think about asking Velaryon to bear all the troops.

For Aemond's proposal, he can only say that it is a good idea.

But the strategy is not smart enough and full of loopholes.

The sea snake helped him, and it is very likely to lose everything.

After being rejected, Aemond was not annoyed, and said calmly: "I think Velaryon needs an ally, a reliable ally!"

With the previous experience of his uncle Daemon, he was very jealous of the territory of a trading city-state.

Stonehelm City is good, but it is located in a remote area and the income is pitifully meager.

In contrast, Aegon, who owned the Stepstones, did the least work but gained several times more wealth than him.

Hearing this, the sea serpent's already dark face became even darker.

The previous ally was Daemon, who had betrayed his daughter.