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

It is well known in the Seven Kingdoms that the Young Dragon King has a pair of twin sons who look very similar.

As the heir to the Iron Throne, the eldest son Baelon almost replicates his father in every word and action.

He is praised and favored by a group of princes and ministers.

Malice has a sharp eye and sees the little brother with unlimited potential at first sight.

"Who are you talking about?"

Rhaegar was shocked and sat up straight from the Iron Throne.

In addition to his brothers, the royal family is his sons.

Malice was passionate, looking at Baelon with blinking eyes, and said bluntly: "Your Majesty, you have two little princes."

Rhaegar's eyelids twitched and a row of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Following the other's line of sight, he happened to see the eldest son with a confused look on his face.

Baelon walked in front, clearing the way for his mother and brothers, and his pair of purple eyes examined many ministers.

He didn't realize that he was being stared at by the bad woman.

"Miss Maris, the royal family is very grateful for your love, but the two young princes are very different in age from you."

At the critical moment, Prime Minister Lyonor stepped forward and rejected sharply.

Rhaegar blinked his eyes and barely recovered from the shock.

Looking at the ordinary-looking Maris repeatedly, he only wanted to ask one question in his heart.

How dare you?

Belron is only 6 years old, a natural heir to the Iron Throne.

How dare you dare to eat tender grass with an old cow.

Equally surprised was Rhaenyra who had just arrived.

Rhaenyra's eyes widened. She didn't expect that there would be a woman so bold as to ask for marriage to the young prince in public.

Rhaegar was well-behaved and cute back then, but he was seduced by Jeyne when he was 13 years old.

"Ahem."

Rhaenyra coughed twice to remind him, pulling the two pairs of twins to speed up.

Maris stared at him, and immediately thought of a rebuttal: "Lionor, this is wrong."

"The two princes are not yet adults, and it is not suitable for marriage."

Lionor didn't care about that, and stood in front of the king loyally.

Rhaegar looked at him with admiration, and was worried about not being too blunt.

At this moment, Leonor's bloated figure was like a heavy shield.

Maris smiled slightly and said, "I'm not in a hurry, I can wait until the prince grows up."

As she said that, her eyes swept across Rhaenyra and Jeyne, and she said boldly: "Your Majesty is 8 years older than the queen, and even older than Lady Jeyne."

Jeyne's face was slightly dark, and she stared at Maris.

What a joke, right?

Maris pretended not to see it, and said righteously: "I am the same age as Prince Aemond, and I am not old yet."

In the Four Storms, the late Cassandra was 19 years old, and her three sisters were younger than each other.

Malice is the second child, under 16 years old.

She is 10 years younger than Baelon.

Straightforward words, clear goals.

Rhaegar's eyebrows were twisted into a knot, and he didn't need Leonor to refute, and said bluntly: "Miss Malice, mutual love is the basis of marriage. Please pay more attention to the knights in the Seven Kingdoms, not the heirs of the monarch."

I really want an old cow to eat tender grass.

Impossible, absolutely impossible.

"Your Majesty..."

Malice's brain seemed to cramp, and she wanted to continue to fight.

"Miss Malice, you seem to be drunk."

Before she finished speaking, Rhaenyra waved her hand to interrupt and called the guards: "Help Miss Malice go back to rest."

Let the other party say a few more words, and the people of King's Landing will have another after-dinner joke.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The two guards had no expression on their faces, and they forked Malice from the left and right.

Malice looked aggrieved, and didn't want the tender grass to fly away.

Just as she opened her mouth to say something, she was met with the double gaze of Rhaenyra and Jeyne.

For women, age is a disadvantage.

Malice was outspoken and insisted on naming the king and ministers.

"Puff!"

Margaery, who had remained silent, couldn't help laughing, flattened her shoulders and shrugged slightly, trying her best to maintain a noble and elegant demeanor.

Malice was smarter than her sister Cassandra, but her intelligence was limited.

She was used to being clever and couldn't grasp the scale.

A typical failure of the second son and daughter's education.

Rhaegar was very upset and watched Malice being dragged away.

If you can't take down the father, you will take down the son.

Must this queen be?

"Baleron, come to me."

Rhaegar looked serious.

"I'm here, father."

Baelon secretly breathed a sigh of relief and climbed onto the Iron Throne swiftly.

Rhaegar didn't say much, and kept his eldest son by his side to listen to the government, thereby elevating his status.

Baelon was very smart and stood beside his father obediently.

The father and son were in agreement.

The heir should act like an heir.

The princes and ministers looked at each other, and it was hard not to understand what the king meant.

Even the most evil-hearted speculators knew that Baelon's position was unshakable.

After a short silence, the atmosphere became lively again.

Before other noble earls came out, Jeyne suddenly spoke: "Your Majesty, King Viserys promised to restore Daenerys's surname. I want to discuss it in detail."

Wow!

The whole audience was in an uproar and fell silent.

Lyonor was confused, his eyes wandering between Rhaenyra and Jeyne, not knowing whether he should intervene.

The issue of surname rights was a hot topic at the time.

The nobles of the crown and the valley knew that the king's court was not harmonious.

There was a faint re-creation of the scene of the former black party and the green party.

Facing the cryptic gazes of all the ministers, Rhaegar smiled and said calmly: "Daenerys is my eldest daughter, and you will decide on the surname."

After saying that, he looked sideways at Rhaenyra who was looking down.

Rhaenyra looked up, rolled her eyes at him, and turned her head in acquiescence.

This is what she promised, and of course she won't break her promise.

Eamonn gathered around his mother, forming a human wall with Sister Benilla.

Rhaenyra rubbed her head one by one and raised her chin proudly.

With many heirs, a group of dragon knights was created.

Jenny frowned slightly when she saw this scene.

But being inferior to others is inferior to others, and there is nothing to be jealous of.

Janey led her two daughters out and talked about business: "Daenerys, the eldest princess of the Seven Kingdoms, should bear the Targaryen surname."

Rhaegar listened and nodded secretly.

Then, I heard Jenny continue to say: "When Daenerys inherits the Eagle's Nest, she should change her surname to Arryn."

Regardless, the Vale must be governed by House Arryn.

"no problem."

Rhaegar had already been mentally prepared and said sincerely: "The naming ceremony will be held for Daenerys the day after tomorrow, before her uncle gets married."

The daughter inherits the Eagle's Nest City, a sure-profit business.

When the next generation grows up, the authority of the guardians of the seven realms will all be weakened. Controlling a valley in advance will be beneficial without any harm.

Jeyne smiled, rubbed her eldest daughter's silky silver hair, and whispered: "Daenerys, go to your father and let everyone see you."

Daenerys' pale little face showed astonishment, and she hesitated: "But..."

"He owes you."

Jenny looked solemn and gave her eldest daughter ample confidence.

Daenerys was confused about whether she should listen to her mother or not.

The conversation between mother and daughter was not deliberately lowered, and everyone present could hear it.

Rhaegar rested his chin on his hand, looking forward to his daughter's decision.

He loved every child equally and was forced to make choices based on his status.

But no doubt, he wanted to know them better.

The eldest daughter appears to be a pale, weak little girl, but is she as brave as her father and brother in her heart?

"Mother."

Feeling the attention of others, Daenerys was very nervous and bit her teeth: "I want to take Anna with me."

Lyanna suddenly became energetic and volunteered to raise her hands.

She wanted to go. The iron chair looked very majestic.

Janey's eyes flickered, silently looking at Rhaenyra who was staring at her, and then at Rhaegar on the Iron Throne. Thousands of words turned into one instruction:

"Hold Anna."

A smile appeared on Daenerys's beautiful face, and she nodded vigorously: "Yes."

Lifting up the hem of her skirt with one hand, holding Lyanna with the other, she moved her little feet like flying.

Jeyne watched her two daughters run up to the Iron Throne, looking at someone provocatively.

Rhaenyra blushed slightly, trying not to have an attack.

"Father."

Daenerys's face turned red as she ran, and she rushed into her father's arms like a swallow returning to its nest.

"Come, my little princess."

Rhaegar smiled brightly, picked up his daughter, put her on his lap, and said happily: "You also have a surname."

He knew that his bloodline was not bad.

Daenerys looks weak, but she is actually soft on the outside and strong on the inside.

"I want it too, but you left me behind."

Lyanna puffed up her cheeks and stretched out her short hands.

"Okay, fat girl."

Rhaegar made a joke and had a daughter on each side of his legs.

Belron stood aside and scratched his head.

His father had never hugged him like this.

Rhaegar didn't even look at it. Boy, be strong.

"Father."

Belron had a strange look in his eyes and tugged at the corner of his father's clothes.

Rega lowered his head in shock and received the look from his eldest son.

Looking down, Jeyne and Rhaenyra looked at each other from a distance, and there seemed to be sparks in their eyes.

Several imperial ministers stood in the middle and leaned back silently.

Lin Man lowered his head like a grandson despite his age.

Rhaegar pursed his lips, suddenly not knowing whether to sympathize with the ministers or himself.

The two women confront each other tit for tat, and in the end it is themselves who suffer.

"Alas." Belron sighed for his father like a little adult.

Although he is still young, he understands a lot.

Otherwise, Daenerys would not have been given dragon eggs.

It's just that by mistake, the dragon egg hatched in Anna's hands.

Rhaegar raised his eyebrows and noticed the melancholy look on his eldest son's face.

Especially that fair face that is 90% similar to his own when he was a child, it brings back so many memories.

Who first asked Rhaenyra and him to follow family tradition?

Regas thought about this, his eyes fell on Leonor, he raised his hand to his mouth and coughed lightly.

"Ahem!~"

A pindrop could be heard in the hall, and the sound of a cough was immediately noticeable.

Leonor also turned back and looked at the king inquiringly.

An idea flashed in Rhaegar's mind, and he nodded vaguely at Belron and Daenerys in his arms.

"Um?"

Leonor was confused at first, then suddenly realized, and said: "Your Majesty, Miss Malice is talking nonsense, but Prince Bellon is the crown prince, so he should consider marriage in advance."

When Rega heard this, the corners of her lips raised slightly.

Sure enough, no fool can become the Hand of the King.

But the imperial minister was not sure.

Jaspi raised his head and asked in surprise: "Prince Bellon is only 6 years old. Who is he engaged to?"

If there are idiots trying to figure it out, smart people will know what to do.

Tormund put his hands in his sleeves and said with a smile: "According to the special tradition of Targaryen, it is natural to select from the royal family."

Lin Man and Orvel reacted a little slower, looked at each other, and nodded silently.

The topic of selecting an engagement partner for the crown prince was so sharp that it pierced the hearts of the nobles.

The ministers just had the idea, but were repelled by the Minister of Intelligence's words of following tradition.

However, there are still people who meet the conditions and are determined to get them.

The sea snake straightened his back, always with a serious expression, and said solemnly: "Your Majesty, Miss Benella has the blood of both Targaryen and Velaryon, and grew up with Prince Baelon since childhood."