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

Bronze Fury——Vormithor

Belron was startled when he heard this, and tears squeezed out of his eyes.

Viserys reached out to wipe his tears and said with a smile: "Why are you crying?"

"I don't want your dragon."

Belron's face was tense and he choked.

Viserys was puzzled and leaned over to look directly at the little guy.

Belron wiped his tears and muttered softly: "If I ride your dragon, it means you are dead."

Viserys' heart softened.

"I don't want you to die."

Belron kept his head down and said reluctantly: "I don't want anyone to leave."

If riding a dragon requires the lives of his relatives, he would rather ride on horseback for the rest of his life.

"You gave birth to a good child."

Viserys was moved, took the hands of his eldest son and daughter, and said with emotion: "Don't let the children down."

Rhaegar and Rhaenyra looked at each other and saw the relief in each other's eyes.

"My promise is still valid."

Viserys propped himself up and panted: "But I will live well and watch the family continue to prosper."

Rhaegar smiled slightly, stretched out his hand to support his father, and whispered: "Of course, you are still in your prime."

"Haha, don't coax me."

Viserys panted and laughed harshly.

"No, I'm serious."

Rhaegar looked determined: "I found a way to heal your mental damage."

Rune——Dream-eating tapir, specializing in the spiritual field.

If my father can learn it, it should be relieved.

Viserys was half-believing and half-doubting, and changed the subject: "Let's go back to the Red Castle first, are my grandchildren still injured?"

"Okay." Rhaenyra wiped the corners of her eyes and supported her father together.

Rhaegar was holding two daughters in his arms, and it was really inconvenient to carry them so heavy.

Baeron wanted to get closer, but was stared at by his old father.

Rhaegar looked him up and down, and said thoughtfully: "From tomorrow until the end of Aegon's wedding, you and Aemon will live in the Royal Academy."

"Grand Maester Orwell will teach us." Baelon said in surprise.

"No." Rhaegar shook his head and said, "You can't learn anything new in the Red Castle. Maester Mukun of the Royal Academy will broaden your horizons."

Since the establishment of the Royal Academy, there have been a mixture of noble children and commoner children.

The only representative of the royal family who enrolled was Aemon.

It's time to focus on the cultivation of future generations, especially in terms of emotions.

"Okay."

Baelon was dejected, wishing that the burns would be more serious.

After entering the Royal Academy, it would be difficult to come to the dragon cave to play again with the strictness of Maester Mukun.

...

The next day.

The weather was clear and cloudless.

Red Castle, the princess' bedroom.

Tick, tick...

The branches of the fish beam wood stretched to the balcony, and the dewdrops on the red leaves dripped one by one, making a crisp and pleasant sound.

Rhaegar lay on the bedside, burying his head in his arms.

On the bed, Daenerys closed her eyes, and her cheeks were still flushed after taming the dragon.

The little girl's temperature rose yesterday, and the maester was helpless.

Rhaegar stayed up all night, and sat on the bedside and slept with her clothes on.

"Dragon..."

Suddenly, Daenerys frowned and muttered unconsciously in her sleep.

Rhaegar's mental power was released, and he noticed his daughter's abnormality at the first time, and woke up sleepily.

"Dragon... Burn them all..."

Daenerys' face gradually turned pale, and she shook her head as if avoiding it.

Rhaegar woke up instantly and hurriedly woke up his daughter: "Dany, wake up."

"Burn them all... Burn them all..."

Daenerys was confused and repeated this sentence over and over again.

Rhaegar was secretly anxious and took extraordinary measures.

"Cuckoo."

A gray light flashed between his eyebrows, and a gray toad jumped out.

Rhaegar stroked his daughter's forehead and murmured to himself: "Dream-eating toad, devouring dreams."

"Gugua."

The dream-eating toad stared with a pair of dead fish eyes and lay on the pillow indifferently.

Rhaegar was stunned.

Unexpectedly, it was Daenerys who slowly opened her eyes and woke up from her dream.

"Father."

Daenerys' eyes were confused, like a lost deer.

"I'm here."

Rhaegar waved his hand to disperse the dream-eating toad, hugged his delicate and frail daughter, and asked carefully: "Now that you're awake, how do you feel?"

Daenerys was dazed, nestled in her father's arms, and murmured absentmindedly: "I dreamed."

"What did you dream about?"

Rhaegar asked in confusion.

Daenerys blinked and suddenly froze: "I forgot."

Thinking of this, the little girl covered her head and racked her brains to recall.

"I dreamed about it."

"What did you dream about?"

Daenerys' eyes were erratic, and her little brows were twisted with a headache.

It seems like I dreamed of something terrible.

But I can't remember it.

Rhaegar witnessed and patiently persuaded: "Don't think about it, don't be troubled by nightmares."

Maybe it was a premonition dream.

But a dream that cannot be recalled is like a flower in the mirror and a moon in the water.

Knock knock!

There was a knock on the door, and Erik's voice came:

"Your Majesty, someone from the North is visiting."

Rhaegar frowned and responded: "I know, wait a moment."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The footsteps outside the door went away and quieted down.

"Father."

Rhaegar lowered his head and met Daenerys's timid eyes.

Daenerys hesitated for a while and whispered: "Is Blizzard okay?"

The silver dragon should have been tamed by her.

Rhaegar chuckled and said: "It's very good. When you regain your energy, you can go to the dragon's lair to find it."

"Okay." Daenerys agreed.

"Before that, the little princess needs to get up and wash up."

Rhaegar winked, picked up his limp daughter, and warned: "You are already the master of Blizzard, and you will be like Anna in the future."

"Where is Anna going?"

Daenerys thought about it and thought of talking to her sister who was very attached to her.

"They went to the Wang Family Academy."

Rega put on her coat for her daughter, carried her out and said, "You will go too when the time comes."

"ah?"

Daenerys was stunned for a moment.

…

At noon, the sun is high.

Director's Hall.

Rhaegar looked calm and hurriedly crossed the threshold.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty..."

Two middle-aged night watchmen wearing black robes and unshaven beards bowed and saluted.

Rhaegar nodded slightly and saw Leonor entertaining a gray-haired old man from the north.

Leonor stepped forward and introduced: "Your Majesty, this is Earl Roderick Dustin of Desolate Tomb."

Just as he was about to continue, the very old Roderick bowed and said in a rich voice: "Your Majesty, I come on behalf of my lord, Duke Cregan Stark of Winterfell."

Leonor was interrupted mid-sentence and clicked his tongue.

The Yankees are indeed arrogant and unreasonable.

Rhaegar smiled and joked: "Please get up, this is not the first time we have met, old Roderick."

"Haha, yes Your Majesty."

Born Roderick, he was a tall man with a smile that sounded like thunder from the ground.

Rhaegar got behind his desk. There was a letter branded with the head of a direwolf on the desk. He opened it and said, "Cregen is a busy man. What kind of trouble does he encounter that requires you to come personally?"

After the tournament at God's Eye Lake, young Cregan became famous and gained considerable popularity in the North.

In 126 AC, Cregan came of age at the age of 16.

His uncle Bennard Stark was unwilling to give up his rights and insisted on continuing to serve as regent.

Cregan is strong-willed by nature, and the perseverance of the Stark family flows in his bones.

He quickly launched a coup, summoned his vassals to arrest his uncle Bennard, and sent his sons to the Great Wall to serve as night watchmen.

When Rhaegar learned of this incident, he admired his vigorous and resolute behavior and personally wrote to express his condolences.

After going back and forth, the monarch and his minister could barely be regarded as pen pals.

Roderick stared and spoke loudly: "Your Majesty, Duke Cregen is very kind, but he is in too much trouble."

"Just tell me why you're here."

Leonor poured a glass of red wine and said emotionally: "I believe Duke Cregan has given instructions in advance."

Rhaegar glanced at the two of them and opened the envelope.

Roderick choked, pulled the two night watchmen over, and said in a deep voice: "They know the specific issues better than me."

"Night watchman?"

Leonor's eyes flickered and he asked: "Guards of the Great Wall, what disturbs you to go south."

"Sir, the situation is critical."

A middle-aged man spoke, a cautious look on his weathered face: "We are in the north. I wonder if you in the south have discovered a problem."

"What?" Leonor asked curiously.

The middle-aged man strode to the window, pointed at the golden sun, and said solemnly: "Since the 121 AC tournament at God's Eye Lake, the kingdom has gone through seven summers."

When Rhaegar heard this, he raised his eyebrows.

Leonor took over: "The climate of Westeros is changeable, and it is not uncommon to have several summers in a row."

The climate in Westeros is unpredictable and does not follow common sense.

Except for the North and Dorne, which have year-round cold winter and scorching heat, there are basically no four seasons in other places.

Sometimes it is spring and the weather is warm and pleasant.

Sometimes it is summer, suitable for planting crops.

In history, there have been severe winters that lasted for more than ten years, taking away the lives of many nobles and commoners.

The middle-aged man shook his head and said bitterly: "It's not that we don't like summer. The long summer has made the temperature on the Great Wall warmer, and the Night Watch brothers are much better off."

However.

The middle-aged man wiped his face with hatred in his eyes: "For seven long summers, the barbarians outside the Great Wall were able to take a breather and organized an organized attack on the Great Wall. Many of us died."

At this time, Rhaegar finished reading the letter, closed his eyes and fell into deep thought.

Roderick pushed the night watchman away and said sincerely: "Your Majesty, the savages are attacking in large numbers, and the north needs the kingdom's assistance."

Rhaegar nodded slightly, it was clear from the letter.

Cregan made three requests, namely:

Raid the dungeons of the Red Keep and escort prisoners to the Wall to serve as night watchmen.

And call on a group of noble sons or commoners to join the Night Watch.

The remaining two points are to hope that the kingdom will send an army to support the Great Wall to resist the savages.

Withdraw part of the money from the treasury to provide equipment and food for the Night Watch.

Rhaegar thought about it, motioned Leonor to come closer, and asked bluntly: "How much supplies did my father provide to the Night Watch when he was in power?"

Leonor regained his composure and said with a straight face: "During the period of Viserys I, he provided supplies to the Night Watch three times, each time with no less than two thousand gold dragon coins."

After a pause, he added appropriately: "During the period of King Renrui, he provided material supplies seventeen times and also donated two pieces of territory within the Great Wall."

"The brave Belron served as the King's Hand, twice provided supplies, and once patrolled the Great Wall with a dragon."

Leonor had a clear mind and listed all the previous kings and crown princes' help to the Night Watchmen.

Rodrick and the two Night's Watchmen also listened, their hearts beating.

The kingdom provided so much help to the Night's Watchmen, and now they are asking the new king for supplies.

High investment and zero return, if one thing goes up, the other will go down, it is hard not to let the new king think they are greedy.

The three were speechless, waiting for the new king's decision.

Rhaegar pondered for a moment, and decided: "My elders have funded the Great Wall, so I can't be an exception."

"Take the prisoners in the dungeon with you, and double the supplies in the letter, and withdraw them directly from the treasury."

In any case, the Great Wall cannot be lost.