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

"Laena!"

Rhaenyra was secretly shocked and advised: "You really should have a good rest."

Since Daemon was driven out of King's Landing, Laena has been unable to sleep or eat.

If it drags on, she can bear it, but the baby in her belly can't bear it.

Laena rubbed her eyebrows and said with energy: "I'm fine, believe me."

"I can't trust you like this."

Rhaenyra didn't say anything and supported her in her arms.

Laena covered her stomach with one hand and frowned in pain after taking two steps.

"Still uncomfortable?"

Rhaenyra was worried.

Laena forced a smile: "It's nothing serious."

The maester diagnosed that the last miscarriage caused permanent damage to the uterus.

This pregnancy is inevitably affected.

"Roar--"

Suddenly, the dragon pit once again wailed.

Lanar took a step forward and gritted his teeth: "Vhagar is very worried about me."

"Dragons can always feel the emotions of their masters."

Rhaenyra expressed understanding, but did not praise: "Come back with me and stop paying attention to worldly affairs."

"I can't help it."

Lanaar hung his head and his voice was hoarse.

Rhaenyra was puzzled.

Lanaar sighed deeply and said in a complicated way: "My mother sent a message that Daemon took the fleet to break into the Sea of ​​Smoke."

"What?" Rhaenyra was shocked and said: "Rhaegar and the others have discussed that they will enter together."

"Yes, but he has never been a person who abides by his promises."

Lanaar was disappointed.

Rhaenyra was very angry and said helplessly: "I will tell Rhaegar the truth, and I hope Daemon will be safe."

At any time, the Sea of ​​Smoke is a symbol of danger.

Even if the person who enters is the famous ranger prince.

...

At night, the flat-topped tower.

The Queen's bedroom.

Creak——

The door opened, and Rhaenyra pounded her shoulders and returned exhausted.

She had just taken care of Lanar to sleep, and she was really tired.

At least she had lived up to the sea snake's instructions.

Rhaenyra reached behind her back and untied the laces of her skirt, and suddenly saw a stack of papers on the round table.

The shawl red skirt fell off, and her beautiful body was exposed to the air.

"What is this?"

Rhaenyra changed into a blue nightgown and picked up the paper to look through it.

Her face changed slightly when she saw it.

Rhaenyra's eyes showed doubts, and she quickly checked every page.

All the records on it were the port taxes and various trades of Lys.

It seemed ordinary, but circles were drawn at the key points, circling some deliberately obscure loopholes.

For example: port miscellaneous taxes, secret smuggling, slave trade...

"Johanna, how dare you deceive the king!"

Rhaenyra's face appeared angry, and she gritted her teeth and looked at each one.

Not to mention all kinds of miscellaneous taxes, smuggling and slave trading, all have the shadow of Johanna.

She was a fallen girl who was once sold to a brothel, but she was still training female slaves and bed slaves for the rich and powerful.

The more Rhaenyra looked at it, the angrier she became, and the layers of ridges under her nightgown rose and fell.

Bang——

Rhaenyra's face was gloomy, and she pushed the door open and went out.

"Your Majesty."

Sir Lorent was guarding the door and spoke in surprise.

"Don't worry about me, I'll go around by myself."

Rhaenyra had a clear goal and went straight to a room on the next floor.

Lorent was confused and saw a circuit diagram drawn on one of the round tables in the room.

...

Half a quarter of an hour later.

Rhaenyra walked to a remote bedroom and raised her hand to knock.

Creak——

The door was opened from the inside, and Messalia leaned against the door frame.

"Are you looking for me?"

Rhaenyra looked up and down and asked directly.

The last page of the stack of papers had the instructions for this bedroom.

Messaria crossed her arms over her chest and said calmly, "It's me, Your Majesty."

"What is your purpose in bringing me here?"

Rhaenyra's eyebrows were raised.

Looking at that pale and charming face, she didn't like it from the bottom of her heart.

As Daemon's mistress, she shouldn't have appeared in front of her.

Messaria was very calm, and said as if it was a normal conversation, "I want to prove myself and have the ability to help you."

"Help me?" Rhaenyra shook her head and laughed, and said bluntly, "What position do you have to help me, and I don't trust you either."

If it weren't for the bottom line in her heart, the other party might have died in Lys.

And she didn't need help.

Messaria was not anxious, and faced the rejection calmly, and invited sideways: "Would you like to come in? I know more about the privacy of the Black Swan."

Rhaenyra narrowed her eyes slightly, revealing a dangerous look.

"I have no ill intentions, I just want to earn a stable life."

Messaria sighed softly, raised her hand and swore: "I promise with the baby in my belly."

Hearing this, Rhaenyra glanced at the other's bulging belly and subconsciously touched her chest.

To this day, her breasts still have milk.

As a mother of multiple children, she is willing to give some trust to those who are also mothers.

"Tell me in detail."

Rhaenyra walked in with her head down, not wanting to talk nonsense.

Messaria raised the corners of her lips, poured her a glass of wine, and talked freely: "Black Swan is very resourceful, and was a socialite in Rees in the early years."

"His Majesty was able to quickly take charge of Rees after the government, thanks to this person's operation."

"It is precisely because of this that the other party has many bad habits, and she can't change them even if she wants to."

A woman who uses her body to get to the top can't get rid of the stain after all.

After the fall of the Three Women's Kingdom, 30% of the powerful class in Rees was able to remain, all of whom had gray business dealings with Black Swan.

Common interests, win their support.

Rhaenyla frowned and asked, "How do you know so clearly? She has never exposed herself in front of me."

"How can a person in a high position easily look directly at the bottom?"

Messaria smiled, and her calm tone concealed the unspeakable loneliness.

Rhaenyla had a complicated expression, thinking of Daemon who left the other party and ran away.

The wedding that should have been held was absent, and the white maggot fell back into the gutter again.

"What do you want?"

Rhaenyla looked serious.

Since the other party could give her those evidences, he must have something to ask for.

Messaria's eyes were restrained, and she said frankly: "I want to seek your protection and live a stable life."

"Why me?"

Rhaenyla remained vigilant.

"I have no choice."

Messaria was full of bitterness, and smiled bitterly: "Daemon is gone, my wealth is gone, I think only you need a smart person to do things."

If she hadn't been desperate, she didn't want to get close to the royal family again.

These people who can ride on dragons are no different from gods in the eyes of ordinary people.

Serving the emperor is like serving a tiger, let alone a moody god.

Rhaenyra stared at him, as if trying to pry into his heart, and said after a while: "You can live under my protection."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Messalia's expression relaxed, and she bent down to salute.

"Wait."

Rhaenyra held her hand to prevent her bulging belly from bending down, and said sternly: "I have a promise in advance, you must remain loyal and fight crime for me."

Messalia was stunned, and said complicatedly: "I promise, Your Majesty."

She just wanted to live well and let the baby in her belly be born safely.

Before that, if the price would be loyalty and fighting the black swan.

Then she would do her best to let the black swan know the means of the white maggots.

...

Midnight, port.

The bonfire illuminated the night sky, and the waves beat with the wind.

Adam looked solemn and walked alone to the edge of the beach.

A sloop, anchored in the reef area.

"My Lord."

A sturdy man dressed as a fisherman stood on the beach and greeted respectfully.

Adam was a little unnatural, and handed a letter box in his arms to the sturdy man, saying seriously: "Do your best to send it to Qohor."

The letter box was branded with the seahorse emblem.

The sturdy man pounded his chest with one hand and promised: "Leave it to me."

After that, he turned and got on the sailboat.

Adam looked far away until the trace of the ship disappeared into the night.

The letter box was given to him by Lord Corliss before leaving, and he asked him to pass it to Lord Bartimos of Celtigar.

The Velaryon and Celtigar families are in-laws, and they are both nobles of ancient Valyria.

Bartimos chose to invest in One-Eye Aemond, and naturally pulled the sea snakes on the same pirate ship.

At that time, the sea snakes lost trust in Daemon and Rhaegar successively, and pledged their loyalty to Rhaenyra.

Since all three parties have contact, fortunately One-Eye Aemond is not the only one missing.

"Lord Collis, you are really far-sighted."

Adam's expression was complicated, and he turned back.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but I always feel that Lord Collis has extra expectations for him.

His teachings to him are no longer limited to the chivalric code.