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

The siblings left hand in hand, leaving Alison alone in a daze.

Looking at the back of his second son and his lingering indifference deeply stimulated his fragile heart.

Alison's eyes were red and his lips moved slightly.

...

Council Hall.

Facing the sunset, Helena slowly pushed open the door.

"Come in."

Helena spoke softly and stepped in with ease.

She was stunned for a moment, found the lost embroidery basket in the corner, and sat on the carpet happily.

Aemond took in the whole thing and asked curiously, "Do you often have to deal with government affairs?"

With the eldest brother away, the two idiots, Rhaenyra and Aegon, went their separate ways.

In the huge Red Castle, it seems that only the sister works alone.

"Yes."

Helena agreed casually and smiled shyly: "Sign it reluctantly."

"It's not easy."

Aemond leaned against the door frame, speechless.

Helena didn't care at all. She was embroidering on her hands and reminded him in a low voice: "You have to go to the sea of ​​smoke."

"Reason?"

Emond crossed his arms over his chest.

"Help him and carry on the torch of his homeland."

Helena said solemnly, "To resist the darkness and coldness in the future."

Emond's face changed slightly, and he was very sensitive to similar words.

The fortune-telling girl who was suspected to be from the Orion family also warned him to be careful of darkness and winter.

Soon after the conversation, he received a letter from Helena.

After thinking about it, he was surprised and said: "What are you talking about?"

"You?"

Helena tilted her head and found a clue.

Emond shrugged and deliberately concealed the fortune-telling girl.

"Okay."

Helena nodded slightly, with confusion in her eyes: "I saw a disaster coming from the north."

What exactly it is, it is still unclear.

But the danger it brings is no worse than the doomsday catastrophe.

Aemond was half-believing and half-doubting, and asked tentatively: "What should I do?"

"I don't know, what I see is very vague."

Helena buried her head deeply and accelerated her embroidery.

"What else did you see?"

Aemond felt a sense of urgency and stepped forward to ask.

Too many things have happened recently.

The black goat, the descendants of Orion, divination...

Even Helena's mysterious language brought him different degrees of pressure.

"A lot, a lot."

Helena paused and suddenly became nervous: "In the dark, five thrones..."

That was what she wanted to tell her brother.

But...

In Aemond's confused and shocked eyes.

Helena stroked her bulging belly and murmured to herself: "Here he is, born sitting on a wooden chair."

"What?"

Aemond's one eye widened, pretending to be calm: "You have a boy, right?"

"Maybe." Helena lowered her head and secretly clutched the tapestry that was half embroidered.

Aemond cast his eyes and saw a ferocious black dragon with scarlet wings spread out on the tapestry.

Helena became more and more nervous, her face gradually turned pale, and her whole body trembled slightly.

The reactions of the siblings were different.

Aemond was in a daze, and suddenly smiled:

"My little nephew."

...

At night.

Lys, the tower.

The candlelight flickered and the light dimmed.

Rhaegar sat at the round table in the bedroom, concentrating on carving a necklace carefully.

Swish, swish, swish...

With a trace of silver-gray steel chips falling off, the force of the carving knife became lighter and lighter.

Creak——

The door opened and Rhaenyra walked in with a swaying figure.

A beautiful face was flushed, and a drop of fragrant wine hung on the red lips.

"Rhaegar~!"

Rhaenyra's eyes were hazy, and she saw Rhaegar carving patiently, standing at the door with his head tilted.

Even if her head was dizzy, she still remembered not to disturb him.

She moved forward lightly and covered her mouth that was about to burp.

Rhaegar was still immersed in the carving, unaware of the outside world.

Rhaenyra moved to the opposite side of the round table, propped her elbows on the table, and looked at the object she was carving.

A necklace made of Valyrian steel, with three dragon head pendants hanging on it.

It was a family heirloom that Rhaegar gave her when the relationship between the siblings was the closest.

Buzz——

Suddenly, one of the dragon head pendants glowed dimly, and its deep vertical pupils flashed red.

Rhaenyra opened her mouth slightly, and then subconsciously covered it with her hands.

The dragon head pendant that used the appearance of Balerion had tiny words engraved on the silver-gray scales, and a series of silk threads appeared to be connected as a whole.

The pair of dead vertical pupils actually became bright and energetic.

Swish, swish, swish...

Rhaegar's face turned three points pale, a line of sweat appeared on his forehead, and he continued to carve the second dragon head pendant.

With the experience of the first success, the set of movements was smooth and flowing.

He engraved the space inscription on the dragon head pendant that followed the appearance of Mirasis, wrapped the whole pendant with spiritual power, and sent the fire magic purified by the heart one by one.

Buzz——

The dragon head pendant bloomed with a red glow, and the narrow vertical pupils of Mirasis appeared silver.

Rhaegar's body stiffened for a moment, and his eyes suddenly blurred.

The consumption of spiritual power and fire magic was too great, and his body suddenly couldn't bear it.

After hesitating for a moment, Rhaegar took a breath and continued to carve the third dragon head pendant that followed the appearance of Vhagar.

The first one was strong, the second one was weak, and the third one was exhausted.

After carving two pendants one after another, the spiritual power was reduced from five meters to one meter.

If I can't finish it in one go, I don't know when the next inspiration will come out.

Rega's face gradually turned pale, and the fire magic power in his blood continued to flow, carving only one dragon head pendant left.

Scales, space inscriptions, tandem fire magic...

After a set of procedures, cold sweat slid down his cheeks, and his fingers trembled uncontrollably.

Buzz——

Finally, the fine inscriptions formed a system, blooming with a hazy blush.

Vhagar is alive in the world, and the dragon head pendant based on it has never opened its eyes.

A blush enveloped the entire pendant, and the exposed dragon teeth glowed with a cyan luster, making them look like they were shining brightly.

At this time, Rega's head felt dizzy and his consciousness became blurred.

Bang——

His body fell forward and his forehead hit the table solidly.

"Rhaegar!"

Rhaenyra was startled for a moment, and hurriedly helped the other person in her arms.

Rhaegar was sweating all over his body and opened his eyes in a daze.

The first thing he saw was Rhaenyra's nervous face.

Rhaegar was in a trance, opening his mouth slightly and unable to speak.

I can only curse secretly, no wonder there is a smell of milk mixed with wine.

"Wow~~"

Rhaenyra was worried when a milky cry came from under the desk.

The curtain hanging on the floor opened a corner, and a little dot with silver stubble came out.

"Visenya?"

Rhaenyra twitched the corner of her mouth, hesitantly put Rhaegar down, and reached out to pick up the baby.

"Wow~~"

Visenya was well nourished, waving her two little white lotus-rooted arms and shouting while baring her two little baby teeth.

Rhaenyra sighed helplessly and held her daughter in her arms.

After paying attention for a moment, I saw a footprint on my daughter's white velvet dress behind her.

"Huh?" Rhaenyra raised her eyebrows and kicked off Rhaegar's boots for comparison.

Rhaegar fell into a sequelae, lying on the table unable to move.

His consciousness was still clear, and he knew that he had used his daughter as a footrest.

It's not his fault.

Visenya was so noisy that she crawled all over the bedroom.

Nestled under the dark table, he fell asleep quietly.

"Rhaega, I really belong to you!"

Rhaenyra laughed angrily.

Thanks to him as a father, he can do it.

"Wow wow wow~~"

Visenya shook her head, threw herself into her mother's arms, and searched for her rice bowl.

After being stepped on for half an hour, my stomach was full of hunger.

Rhaenyra didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and kicked Rhaegar: "Let you go first."

She carried her extremely hungry daughter back to the bed and unbuttoned her skirt at the back.

Not long after, the sound of cooking came from the bedroom.

Time passes bit by bit...

The night is getting darker.

Visenya fell into a deep sleep, her little body curled up into a ball.

"Hiss~!"

Rhaegar took a deep breath and sat up, covering his head.

I have a terrible headache and feel like I'm going to explode.

"You're awake."

Rhaenyra didn't have time to button her skirt, so she poured a glass of warm water and handed it to her.

After such a torment, she, who was a little drunk, sobered up.

Rhaegar, on the other hand, was dizzy.

"Little things, let's take a look at these first."

Rhaegar shook his head, pushed the Valyrian necklace over, and took out the dragon-taming whip.

"Drink the water, it will be good for you."

Rhaenyra was helpless and picked up the necklace, which had undergone earth-shaking changes inside and outside.

Mobilizing a ray of fire magic power in the blood, he skillfully got into a pendant.

Buzz——

Rhaenyra's consciousness flashed and she perceived a cramped space three feet square.

Rega drank all the water in the cup and breathed out: "Look carefully, this should be my best finished product in the next few years."

Trying to release your spiritual power is no longer enough for you.

Some of the losses were too serious.

Recovery is as slow as a snail's pace.

Rhaenyra glanced at him, exploring the other two pendants in turn.

Meraxes' pendant contains a three-foot-square storage space.

The last dragon head pendant of Vhagar carefully inserted a wisp of fire magic power.

Buzz——

A three-meter-square space emerged, and the field of view was instantly three times wider than the previous two pendants.

"Rhaegar, this pendant?"

Rhaenyra was shocked. She didn't expect the gap to be so big.

Rega smiled proudly and pretended to be humble: "My limit can probably compete with Helena's space bracelet. No matter how big it is, it won't be enough."

"Can I use it?"

Rhaenyra couldn't put it down, and she felt uneasy in her heart.

Before she left King's Landing, the brother and sister had a quarrel.

"certainly."

Rega leaned back on the chair and said softly: "I see that you don't wear this necklace very much recently."

Rhaenyra pursed her lips, hearing something in her words.

Without saying anything else, he silently took off the necklace around his neck and put on a brand new dragon head necklace.

"Does it look good?"

Rhaenyra asked.

"Beautiful."

Rhaegar was in a daze for a moment and pushed the dragon training whip towards the opponent.

Rhaenyra glanced at it and gave him a puzzled look.

"Leave it to you for safekeeping."

Rhaegar sat up straight and regained his composure: "I am going to the Sea of ​​Smoke, and I have to leave some protection for you and Baerron."

Whether it's a dragon head necklace or a dragon training whip for herding dragons.

If he really made a mistake, or someone took advantage of his absence to stir up trouble.

At least it would keep Rhaenyra and the children safe.

Rhaenyra shook her head and refused without thinking: "My necklace is enough."

Knowing that he couldn't persuade Rhaegar to give up exploring the coast, he couldn't accept the dragon whip.

Rhaegar needed this dragon taming tool more than she did.

"No!"

Rhaegar's eyes were firm, and he said frankly: "The dragon taming whip is of limited use to me, don't refuse again."

Even if it was not left to Rhaenyra and Baelon, the dragon taming tool had to be kept in the hands of the family.

With the previous experience of "Dragon Claw", he didn't want to lose another treasure.

Hearing this, Rhaenyra was full of entanglement, and gritted her teeth to take the dragon taming whip.

Rhaegar's words were too pessimistic, forcing her to forget the worst direction.