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

at dusk.

The door opened and everyone filed out.

Rhaenyra walked slowly, and Daemon passed her from behind, walking fast and furiously.

Suddenly, he was hit and staggered.

"careful."

Lanner supported me and said guiltily: "I'm sorry for bringing you into this."

Rhaenyra rubbed her shoulders and said innocently, "Forget it, be careful."

The uncle-nephew confrontation ended with Damon giving in.

No one knew what he was thinking at that time, but he suddenly fell silent.

Lanner's face was complicated and she whispered: "I want to have a good chat with him."

"Are you sure Damon can listen now?"

Rhaenyra rolled her eyes, knowing all too well her uncle's bad temper.

Lanner smiled: "There are some things that cannot be postponed."

Marriage shouldn't be torture.

Seeing that her friend wanted to be serious, Rhaenyra gave her a hug and said solemnly: "I can't give you any advice, but as long as I am queen, Lys will always have a place for you."

"Thanks."

Lanner hugged back, her tall figure completely holding her friend in her arms.

…

In the conference hall.

Rhaegar stood alone in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the red dye splashed by the setting sun.

Boom!

Aemond left and came back, standing there helpless.

"Come in." Rega's voice was rather cold, as if he had no idea.

Aemond was frightened, and he slowly approached, holding his neck.

Not just a beating.

Aegon could bear it, and so could he.

Rega looked coldly, turned around, and raised his legs.

boom--

A sudden kick came out, and it hit Emond in the heart with hatred.

Aemond's face instantly turned pale, and a suffocating pain shot up to the sky, as if someone had locked his throat.

"puff!"

He vomited blood, his one eye nearly popped out of his socket, and he flew backwards.

He knocked down a row of chairs and hummed miserably, turning into a skinny prawn.

"You are so brave!"

Rega showed no expression and lectured: "Are you so small-minded that you use despicable means to retaliate?"

Assassinating a pregnant woman was beyond his imagination.

Aemond collapsed in a pile of chairs, got up and knelt down in a daze, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

The more Rhaegar watched, the angrier he became. He hated the iron and said, "Damon has struggled for so many years and finally has an heir. He is also our blood relative!"

"Ahem..."

Aemond breathed hard and said contemptuously: "A child conceived by a whore."

In a way, he is the same kind of person as Damon.

Discriminate equally against all non-Targaryens.

Bai Maggot Xiaomei came from a humble background, and her life and death were not taken seriously at all.

"Go away!" Rhaegar laughed dumbly: "Take your so-called followers of the second son and go to the east of Essos continent."

"Why?"

Emond was stunned when he heard this and couldn't believe his ears.

"Yeah, why?"

Rhaegar asked back and said condescendingly: "If you don't want to make achievements, then go to the east and conquer a territory that belongs to you."

"No, I don't want to leave."

Aemond shook his head repeatedly.

Why is he willing to go far away? He still wants to be the hand of the king and strengthen the family's power.

Lei Jia said rationally: "I can protect you for a while, but I cannot protect you for the rest of your life."

Damon was tolerant on the surface, but secretly he didn't know what kind of revenge he would take.

If Aemond stays by his side, he will only become a target of attack and family strife.

Just leave when it's time to leave and let time dilute everything.

By the way, sharpen the edges.

Hearing that it was for his own good, Aemond no longer resisted and struggled to hold himself up.

The two brothers looked at each other high and low.

After a long silence, he asked: "Where should I go?"

"As you wish." Rhaegar said with a glint in his eyes, "Qohor, the Dothraki Sea of ​​Grass, and Slaver's Bay."

The sky is high for birds to fly, and the sea is wide for fish to leap.

Whether it's a dragon or an insect, you'll know it once you let it out.

"Okay, it's up to you."

Emond looked stubborn and said awkwardly: "Take care of yourself."

Rega turned his back and said calmly, "Yes."

…

the other side.

Damon went out with a heavy heart, wandering around like a headless fly.

Walking to Bai Maggot Xiaomei's room, he hesitated for a moment and chose to pass by.

His mood is very complicated.

I don't know whether he feels that he has lost face or because he doesn't want to see his mistress who has always distrusted him.

But one thing is that Bai Maggot Xiaomei's worries came true.

He almost had to pay the price of his arrogance with blood and flesh.

"Fate is always cruel to people."

Damon sighed softly and walked forward.

For a person who is not good at expressing, it is not harmonious to bear it alone.

The tower is so big.

As we walked, the environment gradually repeated itself.

A familiar voice came from behind: "Damon, let's sit down and talk."

Damon suddenly felt as if he was dreaming, and turned around to cast a surprised look.

Lanner understood her husband's stubbornness, so she leaned on the door and said, "Stop wandering around and come in."

After saying that, he turned around and entered the room.

Damon was stunned for a moment, unable to figure out what the other party meant.

"hehe."

After hesitating for a moment, Damon shook his head, laughed, and followed calmly.

Could you still eat him alive?

Entering the room, Lanner was already sitting at the table.

Damon looked around, seeing exotic-style coitus murals and simple yet elegant decoration.

Everything was so familiar that it was no different from the years of temporary residence in Pentos.

"It comes and goes in a hurry, right?"

Lanner tilted her head and said calmly: "You always choose to escape, leaving me to clean up the mess alone."

"When did I forget what happened?"

Damon looked careless on the surface, his eyes never leaving the familiar environment.

For a moment, my wife's bedroom was so unfamiliar.

"It's okay, I'll help you remember."

Lanner showed a bit of poignancy and said unhurriedly: "You lost the love of your brother and niece because you murdered your 6-year-old nephew out of jealousy."

"In order to return home in glory, I will not hesitate to get involved with my nephew who is firmly in the position of crown prince again."

"Also, I long for a city-state of my own, but I abandon my allies but cannot conquer it for a long time."

One after another, Damon's unscrupulous life is connected in series.

Lanner's eyes were filled with sadness as she complained: "When did you ever think that there was someone waiting for you?"

When Damon heard this, he fell into deep thought.

Together with Allison, he plotted to kill Rhaegar, but thanks to Lannar who had just hooked up, he came to the rescue riding Vhagar.

When he was detained in the Red Keep dungeon, it was Lanner who used the custody rights of his two daughters to ease the relationship between the parties.

The last time they attacked Tyrosh, Lannal rode a dragon to help, almost killing two people.

At that moment, he understood the hurt of telling his brother that he was "a crown prince for a day".

The string in Damon's heart tightened, the anger on his face faded, and memories came back to his eyes.

Lanner's loyalty is unparalleled by any woman.

In response to this, he was speechless.

"I was obsessed with your uninhibitedness and saw loving you as a challenge."

Lanner stared straight at it and said bitterly: "But I'm tired and I can't stand the challenge anymore."

Damon looked around blankly, with a bad feeling in his heart.

As expected, Lanner said decisively: "Damon, let us let each other go."

"No!"

Damon was surprised, his eyes turned red unconsciously, and he said sincerely: "I just want an heir, and I never wanted to shake your position."

Lan Naer stood up suddenly and said proudly: "Don't let people look down on you, put an end to this tragedy."

She would not stoop to compete with a prostitute for her favor.

I don’t even want to drag my family and friends with me.

Her bloodline comes from the ancient dragon clan, and the sky and sea belong to her.

"No, never."

Damon shook his head and took a step back out of habit.

Just like his brother Viserys, when faced with insurmountable difficulties, he is like an ostrich with its head stuck in the sand.

At this moment, he would rather go to the battlefield and behead a thousand enemies.

Nor willing to face feelings of debt.

A layer of mist rose in Lanner's eyes, and she gritted her teeth and said, "If you don't want to, I have a way."

At worst, he asked Rhaenyra to witness the breakup of the couple.

I believe Rhaegar would like to see her and Daemon reach this ending.

"I don't agree."

Damon seemed to have lost his soul and started to choke up.

Lanner was furious for a moment and raised her voice in vain: "Damon! If you don't want to break up, you should give me the respect I deserve!"

If you can't break up decisively, you should give her love.

Rather than tortured distrust and neglect.

After being yelled at, Damon's eyes suddenly became clear, and his stiff body regained some vitality.

Plop——

He clumsily approached and fell onto the bench.

Damon was thinking hard and seemed to have made up his mind: "Benilla, I will make our daughter the heir. You will always be the mistress of Tyrosh."

"Are you sure?" Lanner was stunned.

"There is no more suitable heir than Benila."

Damon remained silent and said firmly: "She has always been a good child, you and I both know that."

Lanner was stunned and said distrustfully: "Where is Mrs. Xiaomei's child?"

"He will be my sister's most powerful help."

Damon rubbed his face and said ridiculously: "I shouldn't be obsessed with a boy, that's too petty."

"Damon..."

Lanner was distracted for a moment, and the emotion of regaining something was filling her heart.

I never expected that my husband, who has always been self-centered, would give up his opinion.

"Lannaer." Damon called, caressing his wife's cheek, and said affectionately: "Perhaps you should give me a boy."

"What?" Lanner was dazed.

Damon raised the corners of his lips, picked up his wife by the waist, and strode indoors.

"It's getting late."

"It seems like I haven't tasted you for a long time."

"..."

As the sky gets darker, the night cat screams.

…

At midnight.

A bright moon shines, and the reflection on the floor has a hazy halo.

squeak——

The door opened, and Damon, with disheveled silver hair, walked out of the bedroom, his white shirt messy and open at the collar.

Looking back, I saw a charming body lying on the bed.

Her silver hair is spread freely, her fair body has perfect curves, and her slender thighs are dazzlingly white.

Damon touched the sweat stains on his forehead, lowered his head and raised the corners of his mouth.

He agreed to Lanner's request and gave her ample trust and love.

Benila's inheritance qualification is proof of this.

The child in Mesalia's belly...

If he is really a son, the worst thing he can do is adhere to the view that wealth should not flow to outsiders, and the siblings can just follow the family tradition.

I believe that with Benila's strong character, she can suppress her unborn brother.

This inspiration comes from my wonderful nephews and nieces.

There is also an 8-year age difference between Rhaegar and Rhaenyra.

Rustling, rustling...

There was a slight noise in the corner.

Daemon's eyes were stern, and he closed the door with his backhand to block the spring scene in the room.

A thin maid tiptoed out, lowering her head and not daring to look at anyone.

"Little spider with white maggots?"

Daemon's eyes flashed evilly, and he looked up and down.

"Yes, Prince."

The thin maid trembled.

Daemon withdrew his gaze with disdain, took out a piece of letter paper from his open collar, and warned: "Give it to Messalia, she will know what to do."

The thin maid nodded quickly, took the letter paper and disappeared as if running away.

"An eye for an eye, a son for a son."

Daemon whispered softly, his eyes were deep as water.

Under the moonlight, a twisted shadow was reflected.

Since the one-eyed man dared to assassinate his woman, don't blame him for revenge in the same way.

Good nephew Rhaegar said he would protect his brother no matter what.

He can't control everyone.