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

"Hiss... Ga..."

Corakxiu roared loudly, soared like a snake, and rushed over the black wall into the sky.

Mansion.

Through the glazed floor-to-ceiling windows, I could clearly see Damon leaving with the dragon.

Rhaenys frowned deeply and said in disbelief: "White Maggot was assassinated?"

"Yes, luckily the tower is guarded."

Rhaegar had a dark face and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, the white maggot is fine and there is still room for maneuver.

Rhaenys checked the letter and said firmly: "It can't be Lanner's doing. She has her own pride."

Rhaegar glanced but said nothing.

Darren lowered his head and his eyes fell on the second note held in his eldest brother's hand.

If his guess was correct, the real culprit behind the scenes would probably be written on that piece of paper.

The eldest brother just got angry and said Aemond's name.

Rhaenys did not see the second letter, and said in advance: "I will ride Melias back to Lys to prevent Daemon from making a fuss."

"I'd better go back."

Rega interrupted and said calmly: "The real culprit is someone else. We must give Damon an answer."

Rhaenys was keenly aware of something amiss, and asked suspiciously, "Who would murder White Maggot, and for what purpose?"

"No matter who it is, please comfort Damon first."

Rhaegar didn't care about the process, only the results.

When the war is going on, there should be no internal strife in the family.

Aemond did something stupid and someone had to clean up the mess.

Rhaenys narrowed her eyes slightly, trying to figure out who the biggest beneficiary of the murder was.

"Watch Volantis and don't act rashly."

Rhaegar patted Daeron on the shoulder, his expression very natural.

Darren nodded silently, taking it to heart.

Rhaegar said no more and left directly.

Rhaenys stared quietly, leaning against the floor-to-ceiling window with her arms folded, wondering what to think.

…

Lys, flat-topped tower.

Since the assassination of Bai Maggot, the tower has been under high security.

Messaria hid in her room and did not leave her house twenty-four hours a day.

Except for eating and going to the bathroom, never say a word to outsiders.

Considering safety issues, Sir Laurent of the Kingsguard was assigned to be on duty at the door.

…

conference hall.

A group of women gathered in a heap.

Helena sewed small clothes and sat silently in the corner.

Occasionally he raised his eyes, then quietly lowered his eyelashes.

Rhaenyra confronted Johanna and asked sternly: "Did you do it?"

Johanna was innocent and said helplessly: "Your Majesty, I have never acted without permission."

It really wasn't her.

If she had done it, she wouldn't have missed it like a child's play.

Rhaenyra's eyes were as sharp as needles, staring into Johanna's eyes, trying to detect whether she was lying.

She also guessed it wasn't Johanna.

Based on the success of digging a hole for Jenny last time, Black Swan's method is not that clumsy.

But if you don’t ask, it’s hard to feel at ease.

"Mother, is he coming back?"

Benila looked at this scene and asked while holding Lanner's thigh.

Lanner sat on the chair with a particularly complicated mood.

She didn't do the thing, but the shit basin was placed on her head.

With Damon's paranoid character, the aftermath will not be easily resolved.

Renya hugged Lanner's other leg and said immersedly: "Mrs. Xiaomei is fine, we can catch the real culprit."

"What the hell, he only cares about his son and doesn't care about right or wrong."

Benila refuted, with a very bad attitude.

After years of neglect, the word father seemed so unworthy.

Listening to the two daughters bickering, Lanner had a severe headache and advised: "Don't rush to a conclusion, wait until Damon comes back."

The person who rescued Bai Maggot Xiaomei was also from their side.

I believe Dimon will not target him randomly.

At this time, Rhaenyra pointed her finger at Sarah and asked, "Have you found any clues?"

Maid Sarah dressed up and said silently: "No."

"A guard and a kitchen helper, how can they commit an assassination if no one hires them?"

Rhaenyra frowned, distrustful.

"Both are alone and can't find anything."

Sarah shook her head in agreement.

To her, the nature of the incident changed the moment the assassin died.

Xi Liu is right, the identity of the real murderer is difficult to reveal.

If we really want to get to the bottom of it, it will be the king who is in trouble in the end.

Rhaenyra held her forehead with one hand, feeling extremely helpless.

The incident happened on our own territory, it was a hot potato.

Turning his head, he happened to look into the eyes of Lanner.

Lanner was equally helpless.

Rhaenyra had an idea and opened her mouth.

Lanner took the lead and said: "Damon has so many enemies that I can't even count them."

She knew her man's dog nature very well.

He behaves surly, is high-profile and flamboyant, and always releases a dangerous atmosphere.

In a few words, a large number of people were offended.

Rhaenyra's teeth itched with hatred and she said angrily: "He is just a bastard."

Then again, he asked worriedly: "What are you going to do? Damon will definitely hold him accountable when he comes?"

She was not afraid, but Kelanaer was alone.

Lanner was silent for a long time, her face gradually became serious, and she said to herself: "If he doesn't even have the most basic trust, it's time to make a break."

She had had enough of this life.

How is she different now from Mrs. Leia in the past?

Rhaenyra's eyes were surprised, and she held her friend's hand, not knowing whether to persuade her to make peace.

The end of the conversation.

Helena was still quietly immersed in her own world.

In his hand is a green tapestry made of silk, embroidered with two dragons, one red and one blue, intertwined with each other.

It seems to be lingering, and it seems to be fighting.

Drops of dragon's blood embroidered with red thread are splashed on half of the blank space.

…

Time flies, three days later.

The port of Reese is busy with merchant ships.

As pedestrians strolled, two giant dragons roared past overhead.

Carrying strong winds, it blew away roadside vendors and lifted the skirts of ladies.

Topless tower.

Damon stormed into the conference hall with a cold face and angrily.

"Prince, His Majesty has not summoned you yet."

Alik, the iron guard of the Iron Forest, was on duty and stretched out his hand to stop him.

"Go away, white robe."

Damon pushed him away without any regard for the rules.

This scene fell in front of everyone in the hall.

Rhaenyra's lips moved, as if she was swallowing her anger.

Lanner and Johanna are sitting in the seats of Congress, waiting to see what Dimon will do next.

Helena sat on one side and carefully played with a sapphire.

Great attendance as always.

Surprisingly, there was an old god named Aemond beside Helena.

From the moment Damon broke in.

Aemond glanced sideways, silently sat up straight, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

People who commit crimes usually like to return to the scene.

Appreciate your own great achievements.

The good uncle looked so angry that he was looking forward to it.

Damon obviously did not disappoint him. He had exhausted his patience by riding the dragon for many days, and his whole body was in a state of depression that could explode at any time.

First, he glanced at Lanner coldly.

Lanner raised her eyes to look at him, with no so-called calmness.

Damon narrowed his eyes slightly, and then glanced at Johanna and Helena, not thinking that they had any motive.

Finally, his eyes fell on his niece Rhaenyra.

"Queen, Mesalia was killed in your territory, you should give an explanation!"

Damon's tone was so unkind that one could feel the coldness across the round table.

Rhaenyra didn't look good and said calmly: "Following tradition, you should be called Your Majesty."

"Haha, Your Majesty."

Damon smiled sarcastically and suddenly ran away: "I was fighting for the kingdom, but the woman and heirs were behind bars in the rear. Where were you at that time!?"

"Be bold and don't throw dirty water around."

Rhaenyra seemed unafraid and spoke forcefully: "Don't forget, it was my people who saved White Maggot and sent you the news about the raven."

Damon sneered: "Who knows if this is a farce directed and performed by you?"

As he spoke, his eyes pierced through Lanner like a razor blade.

Lanner took a deep breath, tightened her skirt and prepared to stand up.

Suddenly, the Kingsguard shouted at the door: "Your Majesty!"

squeak——

The heavy door slowly opened, and a breeze blew away the heat in the room.

Rhaegar strode in.

The whole audience was silent and paying attention.

Rhaenyra's face lit up, and she suddenly felt confident.

Helena put her chin in her hands and stared intently.

On the other hand.

Rhaegar turned his head slightly and glanced at Aemond vaguely, with no emotion on his face.

Aemond was still watching the fun just now, but he suddenly received a dull look, and his mind became nervous in vain.

He had inquired beforehand and the two assassins died on the spot without revealing that he was behind the scenes.

But Rhaegar's glance made him feel naked and ashamed.

Aemond avoided looking and took the sapphire back from Helena's hand.

His eyes were empty and insecure.

Damon looked directly at his nephew and said sarcastically: "Are you coming back to investigate the real murderer?"

I followed him, fearing that my female family members would suffer.

Rega ignored the trash talk and said calmly: "I just met Mrs. Xiaomei. She is very good."

Damon frowned slightly, not understanding what his nephew meant.

Rhaegar was not polite and said bluntly: "I thought you would care more about pregnant women."

We turned back with great fanfare, but we didn't see the white maggot with a fetus.

Instead, he broke into the conference hall and vented his anger on everyone.

Rhaegar wanted to ask whether the life of the white maggot was more important, or the prestige of being provoked.

Damon understood and said bluntly: "I want the murderer, and the real murderer must be hidden in the tower."

Rhaenyra interjected from the side: "The tower has repeatedly rejected me, and there is no real culprit you want."

"Stop your tricks. It's not enough to trick a three-year-old."

Damon directly refuted it and said with a sneer: "I taught you this trick until you die."

He dared to assert that the real murderer was in this conference hall.

Rhaenyra was furious, feeling that the other party was unreasonable.

"Okay, sit down first."

Rhaegar interrupted the argument between uncle and niece, pulled out a chair and sat down.

Damon remained unmoved, scanning the people present with sharp eyes.

Several women looked indifferent.

Only Aemond raised his chin slightly with a rather playful look in his eyes.

There seems to be a hint of provocation mixed in.

Damon smelled something strange and narrowed his eyes slightly.

He remembered.

The one-eyed boy once wrote to Rhaegar asking for a fight, but was ridiculed by him in the letter.

Dimon has been in gray areas all year round and is most sensitive to the smell of conspiracy.

Rhaegar noticed this scene, picked up the wine cup given by the attendant, and threw it quickly and accurately.

A bang.

Emond was not careful, his forehead was hit and bleeding, and the wine poured all over his head and face.

Crunch——

Helena's eyes were blank and she left her seat in fear.

Aemond was stunned and glared at Rhaegar in shock, blood flowing through his intact right eye.

"I asked you to patrol the Narrow Sea, why did you go back to Lys?"

Rhaegar's eyes were sharp, and he pointed outside the door: "Go and fulfill your duties, now!"

Once the assassination happened, it was unclear who the real murderer was.

Daemon couldn't know the real murderer, otherwise it would inevitably lead to internal strife in the royal family.

Aemond was loyal to him and played the role of a responsible brother.

He would protect Aemond, just as his father had always protected Daemon.

At this moment, the atmosphere strangely entered an extreme.

Rhaegar spoke calmly from the moment he entered the door.

The first time he said something harsh, he beat Aemond, who was watching the fun, and his head was broken and bleeding.

Daemon thought about it, looked at Rhaegar with surprise, and asked: "Are you going to protect him?"

He was sure that the one-eyed boy was not unrelated.

Equally surprised were Rhaenyra and Laena.

Rhaenyra especially, her eyes were full of clear stupidity, as if she wanted to find a hole in Aemond.

As if asking again, what is the reason for your action?

Aemond turned his head away and wiped the blood from his forehead with his palm.

Rhaegar looked normal, but he showed his attitude with practical actions, and scolded: "Get out, do you want me to repeat it for the third time?"

Aemond was entangled in his heart, and finally kept silent: "Yes, Your Majesty."

Kicked away the chair and walked out the door.

"Stop, One-Eye!"

How could Daemon give up? He drew his long sword and rushed straight towards Aemond.

The next second.

Clang--

The swords collided, sparks flew.

Rhaegar stood up at the same time, and the true fire pushed away the fine steel long sword, aiming at the impulsive Daemon from a distance.

"Rhaegar!"

Rhaenyra was shocked. She didn't expect that the uncle and nephew would draw their swords against each other.

Rhaegar chose to ignore it, looked straight at his good uncle, and said seriously: "Everything has a limit, it's time to make enough trouble."

Daemon was slightly surprised, and then sneered: "Someone is trying to murder Rhaenyra, will you stop?"

"White maggots are white maggots, you know this best."

Rhaegar did not give in at all, the blade slowly moved forward, and said: "I will hold a grand ceremony for marrying white maggots."

He just wanted to protect Aemond.

For this, Daemon should be compensated.

Even if he was involved in the muddy water between Daemon and the sea snake and made a certain degree of sacrifice.

"What if I say no?"

Daemon asked back.

Rhaegar's eyes were calm, and he said calmly: "You can try."

Daemon gently raised his head, the knuckles of his right hand holding the sword turned white, and there was a dangerous breath in his eyes.

The uncle and nephew confronted each other, as if they were going to fight in the next second.

I don't know when it started, Helena packed up her things and stood behind Rhaegar.

Aemond wiped off the blood stains and put his hand on the one-eyed dagger at his waist.

The three brothers and sisters are clearly separated from their uncle Daemon.

In fact, Aemond was wrong about the assassination of the White Maggot.

And he was very wrong.

Daemon was a victim, even if the incident was caused by his sarcasm.

But Aemond positioned himself correctly from beginning to end.

He wanted to make achievements, unite brothers and sisters, and maintain the rule of his eldest brother Rhaegar.

Even if Aegon and Daeron were here, they would choose to stand on the side of their brothers.

Rhaegar prepared his words and reasoned: "Uncle, I have left protection for Lady Littlemae."

There is no doubt about this, otherwise Daemon would receive the news of death.

Daemon's face was as gloomy as water, and he wanted to swing a sword.

Rhaegar glanced at him, put down his true anger first, and said: "Go see Lady Littlemae, let's end it here."

At this moment, Helena and Aemond silently retreated and made way.

Daemon was in a trance for a while.

Not very, a sense of frustration arose in his heart.

Looking at the three brothers and sisters standing together, I suddenly thought of my brother Viserys.

I haven't seen my brother for a long time.

This confrontation was not Rhaegar targeting Daemon.

In fact, it was the wave of the times.

It hit this ranger prince who had lived a dissolute life without bias.