MTL - Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day

Chapter 338 There is a baby dragon!

 Laris's face suddenly turned pale, and the scepter in his hand fell to the floor.

He expected that one day he would be found, but he never thought it would happen so soon.

Regati put the sword against his throat, his eyes were covered with a cold light, and he said in a deep voice: "You are a smart man, tell the people who are using you."

"Prince, I can serve you." Laris leaned back and tried to struggle.

 The tip of the sword reached forward and pierced his flesh, causing traces of blood to seep out.

Rhaegar's patience was limited and he sarcastically said: "You know, I don't like people with gloomy minds."

 Laris breathed heavily and said sadly: "It's Otto and Mond Hightower."

 The matter has come to an end, please explain the matter honestly.

Otto took a fancy to his insidious methods, and designed a fake death rescue halfway, and adopted it for his own use.

His brother Mond Hightower was the perpetrator. After rescuing Laris, he did not hand it over to Otto, but instead kept it in his hands.

The tip of the sword pierced the throat, and the jet-black sword body dotted with stars penetrated the neck.

 There is no other way, the Bailu Hall is too grand.

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 “Welcome Prince Rhaegar of House Targaryen, Breaker of Shackles, Maker of Ashes, and Heir to the Iron Throne.”

Rhaegar walked down the stairs step by step, and Sir Stephen of the Kingsguard announced his arrival.

The distance between the floor and the ceiling alone is dozens of feet high, and there are thirteen large chandeliers hanging dozens of tallow candles.

Harrenhal is his fiefdom, and he has to show up for any banquet.

At the end of the sword hilt, the octagonal red heart of flames bloomed with red light, and blazing flames emerged from the sword body.

Lalis held his crutches with both hands, stared at Rhaegar with deep eyes, and said the last thing: "You should really pay attention to the movements in Braavos. The death of the previous Sea King was strange."

The other party’s remarks are mixed in truth and falsehood, and it is enough to know who is involved.

Boom—

Flames penetrated the ground and quickly spread to the corpses, crackling and burning.

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 He would rather believe it was Daemon or Aegon.

Going around the Hundred Fire Hall, there were more than thirty fireplaces burning incense wood. Even though thousands of people gathered in the hall, it still seemed empty.

 After a while, there was only ashes and debris left in the room.

 The real fire was drawn out, and the body fell to the ground with a thud.

 “One piece?”

Plans to use the help of Laris to get rid of the two candidates for the Tully family's heir, unite with the Church of the Seven Gods to support Edmure in power, and make Hightower and the Tully family ally.

 “The explanation is clear, what are your last words?” Rhaegar lost his patience.

 Laris lowered his head and said dumbly: "My identity has rotted and stinked in Westeros. There is still a place for me in Braavos."

After the matter was settled, a ship was sent to take Laris to Braavos, and a sum of money was given as a gift that would be sufficient for the rest of his life.

"Are you willing to live in Braavos for the rest of your life?" Rhaegar was dubious.

 Laris raised his eyelids and smiled to himself: "It's two! Princess Helena's Dream Fire, Prince Aemond's Sheep Thief."

A flash of suspicion flashed in Rega's eyes, feeling that the other party was trying to dig a hole in his words.

Mond and Larris had a conversation first.

 “No last words.”

 After a pause, he chuckled and said: "We will meet at the Crossroads Inn. You can find out with your means."

Rhaegar said nothing and stared at him coldly.

 To death, Laris clenched the scepter tightly in his hand.

If Otto and Mond planned the rescue, several of Allison's children would be suspects.

 Hundred Furnaces Hall.

Laris' body stiffened, his eyes gradually blurred, and blood spurted out from his carotid artery, penetrating into the dark green clothes that covered his body.

Rhaegar listened vaguely and asked the second key question: "Which dragon is the one who saved you?"

 A **** in exile is actually worthy of the presence of two dragons.

Rhaegar walked through the rain, took off his wet black robe, and wore a black robe to attend.

With the sound of a thin drumbeat, the nobles who came closer saluted the belated crown prince.

 Telling the truth, Laris was much calmer. He bent down and picked up the scepter with great effort, and said with emotion: "The Dream Fire burned everyone to death, and the sheep thief brought me to Mond Hightower."

Viserys was sitting in the center of the hall, with a large table in front of him filled with delicacies. He happily greeted: "Rhaegar, have a drink with your father."

Rhaegar looked down from a high position, the tip of the true fire sword was on the ground, and he held the hilt of the dragon bone sword up and down with both hands.

By his side, Allison waited patiently, and several ministers drank with him.

 Passing through the grand scene, Rhaegar casually took a glass of sweet fruit wine served by the waiter.

 As he got closer, Rhaegar passed Grand Maester Orwell and asked, "How is father's health lately?"

 “Your Majesty is in good health, and there are no signs of inflammation in the wound.” Ovel had a dull personality and told the truth.

Rhaegar nodded, understanding the meaning behind his words.

 Father's wound still cannot be cured, but it can prevent the injury from getting worse.

 Maybe it has something to do with taming Wormisol, or the medicine Orwell replaced plays a part in it.

　　Patted Orvel on the shoulder, Rhaegar sat down generously.

 While holding a glass and drinking, pay attention to what’s going on around you.

Rhaenyra was not in the hall. The maid said she was not feeling well and went back to sleep.

Allison looks like a good wife and mother, working hard to take care of her husband who is in poor health.

 Leonardo and Otto were sitting at another table, both looking absent-minded.

 One is worried that the eldest son has offended the crown prince, and the other is worried that his elder brother is making his own decisions.

Maunder Hightower sat next to Aegon, laughing with his arms around his grandnephew, and drank sips of wine.

Rhaegar glanced briefly, and finally looked at Helena and Aemond.

 Helena made new friends.

Margaery, the Rose of Highgarden, and Ma Lishan, the second among the Four Storms.

 Three girls of similar age gathered together, chatting and laughing over tea.

 As for Eamond…

 “Rhaegar, I’ll sit with you.”

 Aemond abandoned his fiancée Cassandra and forced his way to sit next to his eldest brother.

Rhaegar put his arm around his shoulders and asked in a low voice: "You don't like Cassandra?"

 “She is a stupid woman, and she likes to think she is right.” Aemond curled his lips, making no secret of his disgust.

Rhaegar gave advice: "You are already engaged, but Cassandra has not yet inherited Storm's End Castle. You should be more tolerant to her."

 “I know.” Aemond waved his hand, not wanting to talk more about this.     “It’s better that way.”

Rhaegar pursed his lips and smiled, looking at it without leaving any trace for a while.

 He was thinking about what Laris said.

 Helena and Aemond were involved, and it was a rift that divided the family.

the other side.

Jason straightened his blond hair and strode over with the two **** of the Baratheon family.

Viserys took a sip of his wine and looked at the illogical trio in surprise.

“Your Majesty.” Jason nodded and greeted him respectfully.

Viserys put down his wine glass, glanced at the faces of the two bastards, and said hesitantly: "Lord Jason, are these two people behind you?"

He recognized the illegitimate son elected by the storm.

 But it shouldn’t appear in front of him.

 Jason waved and said showily: "Your Majesty, the death of Lord Borros is heartbreaking. Storm's End Castle has lost its male heir."

“The two men beside me have some Baratheon blood running through their veins, and they hope to win your favor by winning the tourney.”

 The two illegitimate sons took a step forward and knelt down respectfully.

Viserys' face turned dark and he said displeasedly: "Although Lord Boros has passed away, he still has blood in the world, and there is no need for an illegitimate son to be a hero."

He specifically pointed at the two illegitimate children and mocked: "Besides, they are not heroes either."

“Your Majesty, they are somewhat skilled in martial arts, and they may be able to select the Kingsguard.”

  Jason was obviously well prepared, and his words were very round and full.

Viserys frowned: "Then let them compete fairly and win the approval of the Royal Council."

His preference for the Kingsguard is Kriston Cole.

 Loyal, brave, and unyielding.

Jason continued to pester and laughed: "Of course, any honor must be earned."

 The two illegitimate children had no place to stay and retired in despair.

 However, more nobles from the Stormlands, Reach, and Valley came forward and mentioned the qualifications of female heirs.

Rhaegar turned his head and looked at the banquet scene.

Wearing a slim-fitting long dress, Janey joined Helena's small group at some point and had a pleasant chat with Margaery and Maryshan.

These noble forces are not only questioning Cassandra's inheritance.

 It is also the legitimacy of women’s inheritance rights.

If Kassandra is denied inheritance of Storm's End, some people will use this to deny Janey's governance of the Vale.

 The Tyrell Duke of Highgarden lost his heir, and Margaery was in a similar situation to Cassandra.

 For this reason, some nobles from the Reach gathered with the nobles from the Stormlands to oppose female heirs.

The nobles of Westeros are very old-fashioned and exclude women from sitting on their heads and holding power.

 “Gee, two illegitimate children dare to dream of becoming dukes.” Aemond dismissed it.

Rhaegar stood up and said rationally: "They are testing father's bottom line."

 Viserys dealt with it very well. No matter what the nobles said, they just ignored it.

 That's good. Not expressing your opinion is just your attitude.

Rhaegar left silently and went up the stairs.

He also promised Old Tully some things, and he had to send someone to keep an eye on him.

 …

 The top floor of the tower, the lord's bedroom.

Crunch—

The door of the room was pushed open from the outside, and Rhaegar stepped into the room.

Heavy rain was falling outside the window, and the monotonous noise actually helped to promote sleep.

With the faint firelight of the fireplace, a graceful body on the bed was outlined by the thin quilt.

Rhaenyra was lying sideways on the couch, her long silver-gold hair disheveled, and she was snoring lightly on her cheeks.

Rhaegar approached her gently and lifted a strand of hair from her cheek.

 “Rega, stop making trouble, you feel so cold~”

Rhaenyra whispered softly and shrank her white neck, showing no sign of waking up.

Rhaegar looked amused.

 You can eat and sleep, no wonder the bachelor can't find anything wrong with it.

 Getting up and getting a blanket, Rhaegar lay down by the fireplace and slowly closed his eyes.

It's true that I feel a little chilly, so let's sleep on our own.

　　　…”

 A dream happened unexpectedly.

 Familiar room, familiar bed, familiar fireplace…

Rhaegar opened his eyes blankly, still covered with his bedtime blanket.

 The patter of rain…

When I looked up, it was raining heavily outside the window, and the glazed windows were crackling.

 Get up and walk to the bed.

Rhaenyra still slept on her side, sleeping peacefully.

However, Rhaegar could tell the difference between dreams and reality at a glance.

 In Rhaenyra's arms, there were two more sleeping babies.

Rega's eyes widened for a moment, thinking of some possibility.

 The baby was very petite, with a pure and lovely face, curled up in Rhaenyra's arms, facing each other.

 He couldn't distinguish the facial features, but the hair stubble of both babies was silver-gold.

Rhaegar's heart was beating fast, and he poked a baby's face with trembling fingers, which was soft, smooth and tender.

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　

The little baby's pink mouth squirmed, it raised one of its little fleshy legs, turned over with a clumsy cry, and got into Rhaenyra's arms.

 The moment he raised his leg, Lei Jia was surprised to see a small meat insect.

 “Balerion be upon you!”

Rhaegar murmured to himself, half-kneeling by the bed, not wanting to miss a moment watching Rhaenyra and the two babies.

 He swore that he had never believed more in his innate talent as a dreamer than at this moment.

 (End of this chapter)