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

Chapter 340 The Dragon Clan shocked Xiao Xiao

 The passionate preaching ended and the competition officially began.

 As usual, the first warm-up match involves an archery competition.

 On the high platform, members of the royal family took their places.

Viserys is sitting on the throne, with his wife Allison and youngest son Daeron on his left, and Otto on his right.

 The seats on both sides are at the bottom, with the sea serpents Corlys and Rhaenys on the right, next to Daemon and Lannar.

Opposite on the left, Rhaegar and Rhaenyra are siblings, followed by Jeyne of the Eyrie and Lady Elena of Storm's End.

 The seating arrangement is very particular, with the important figures of the day arranged.

 Aegon, Helena, and Aemond had no seats, so they all stood behind Rhaegar, showing their superiority.

The Lanino couple and the Four Storms could only stand behind their respective elders, as if they were listening.

  She is a woman who does not understand politics. She has no regrets in ensuring that her daughter inherits Storm's End and continues the bloodline of her husband's Baratheon family.

 Aemond is a boy, and the descendants born to him will naturally be named Targaryen.

 Rega remained calm on the surface, stuffing a piece of pastry into his mouth with his backhand, and turned his head and gave him a "you can figure it out" wink.

The conversation begins with an excited Viserys speaking words of encouragement.

Viserys glanced sideways at Jason Lannister and suggested, "Lord Jason, you and Lady Jeyne are dukes of the same realm. How about you just be a witness to the marriage between the two families?"

Mrs. Elena put her hands together and said with a satisfied smile: "A generous idea, Your Majesty."

 An arrow shot through three bleeding crows.

 If things go well, both families can accept it.

Targaryen also reaps benefits. The child who changes his surname will think that he is a Targaryen from the bottom of his heart, and he will be able to rule the Stormlands stably within three generations.

The little actions of the brothers naturally cannot escape the eyes of Viserys and Lady Elena.

Rhaegar smiled: "Robb is participating, there is no doubt about the winner."

ˆ Called Blackwood of the Stone Mill.

Rhaegar glanced away, picked up the wine cup and took a sip.

Viserys smiled brightly and pretended to be suspicious: "The marriage between the two families is a big deal, thanks to you and Princess Rhaenys, but I still have some key doubts."

Soon, Viserys finished speaking and raised his cup to toast.

 “My pleasure, Your Majesty.”

Viserys raised his hand, showed Aemond and Cassandra first, and said seriously:

 Jason has long been frightened by the sight of dragons dancing wildly, and is trying to reduce his sense of presence.



 In terms of archery, Robb was number one in his mind, and that guy's arrows were barely able to bend.

As Kassandra inherits Storm's End, their children are the legal heirs, and the Baratheon family will not be willing to be replaced by Targaryen.

 A very fair proposal that left Baratheon with enough dignity.

 The topic is very sensitive and will go straight to the heart of some people.

 Aemond rolled his eyes and opened his mouth to say something.

Mrs. Elena spoke politely, and Shi Shiran stood up.

As soon as the king called his name, Jason stood up awkwardly and said with a sneer: "No problem, Your Majesty."

 It means not forgetting the original intention, remembering that the territory and title were snatched from the Blackwood family, and showing loyalty to Rhaegar in disguise.

 “Please speak.” Elena said calmly.

Viserys smiled and said generously: "The two children will be married five years later, and the children born will be named Targaryen after their father. When there are children who inherit Storm's End, they will be named Baratheon."

Rega and the other members sitting on the chairs toasted together in celebration.

I really want to strive for more, just think about the dance of dragons just now.

In this kind of situation, there is no place for people standing to speak.

Aemond was startled, swallowed the cake dryly, and lowered his head in disbelief.

Aemond and Cassandra looked at each other, and there was a hint of reluctance in each other's eyes.

“My third son is still young, and there are still 5 years left before marriage, but the two children will be united sooner or later. What surname will be given to the child born?”

 “Robb Blackwood.” Gray Worm replied in a low voice.

Robb readily agreed and ordered a special family crest.

 After a harmonious conversation, a solution was decided.

The two adults have delicate minds and have long since stopped caring about so-called feelings. They only talk about the benefits.

Rhaegar leaned back on his chair and caught a glimpse of Gray Worm standing aside from the corner of his eye. He asked boredly: "Who is there on the field?"

With a glass of wine in his stomach, Viserys rubbed a trace of fatigue from his brow and raised the topic: "Lady Elena, thank you for arranging the marriage between your daughter and the royal family. I believe that our two families can help each other in the long run."

Jenny walked out of her seat at this time, took Cassandra's hand, and said softly: "You will inherit the legacy of your fathers and become the first duchess of the Stormlands."

Kassandra looked very cautious, looked around nervously, and mustered up the courage to say: "I will work hard to manage the storm land and maintain the honor of the family."

　　The two women sang together and chose the successor to Storm's End in public.

 “What a wonderful statement to celebrate the birth of the Duchess of Storm’s End!”

Viserys shouted enthusiastically and was the first to applaud.

 Take advantage of the opportunity to settle things as soon as possible.

Rhaegar applauded for the second time and laughed: "Celebrating the marriage between the two families, the kingdom is prosperous."

 Rhaenys, Daemon, Otto...etc. all applauded.

Even Jason, who opposed female heirs, clapped and joined in with a stiff smile.

The Stormland nobles who supported the bastards, including Lord Dondarrion and Lord Sven, who gathered at the edge of the high platform, kept their heads silent and dared not speak out if they dared to be angry.

They all understand that the Dance of Dragons is not only a performance for Targaryen to promote his power to the outside world, but also a wake-up call for those who test the royal family's bottom line.

Hang!

 The gong was sounded at the competition ground, and the archery competition came to an end.

Viserys perked up, put down the half-drunk glass of wine, and said happily: "Rhaegar, Daemon, it's your turn to play. The adults of the kingdom are waiting for your wonderful showdown!"

"No problem, let me teach my nephew how to duel knights." Damon raised his brows and stood up, his dark dragon scale armor reflecting the light in the sun.

Rhaegar held up the side of his face with one hand and said with a smile: "Uncle, the tourney is still not over yet."

 “Haha, I’m going to stretch my muscles first.” Damon grinned, threw away his red cloak and stepped off the stage.

 “Hiss…”

　　Corakxiu spread his wings and soared into the air, his scarlet body hovering over the competition field, making a sharp scream.

 Suddenly, the nobles in the tournament guessed that the Prince Ranger was about to appear.

Before the Second Battle of the Stepstones, Daemon was the most powerful person on the mainland and was the leading figure in Targaryen.

 Even today, there are still many noble second sons, proletarian knights, and down-and-out knights who admire him and are willing to serve for him.

 The next moment, a roar as dull as a bell resounded inside and outside the competition arena.

The glutton raised its dragon head, its green vertical pupils revealed cruelty and contempt, its jet-black wings opened and closed, trying hard to restrain the desire to hunt hidden in its bones.

This scene fell into the eyes of the crowd and undoubtedly brought a great visual impact.

A dark giant dragon as huge as a mountain stood up straight, and its breath was like a hot torrent, like the dark clouds before the storm, making it difficult for a depressed person to breathe.

Rhaegar sat calmly on the chair, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

 With the mentality of watching a play, he casually touched the table next to him.

 Touch it, it’s empty.

  Touch it again, it’s still empty.

Lega turned around in surprise, seeing that there was no cake or fruit left on the entire table.

Rhaenyra glanced at her, holding a piece of honeydew melon in her two little hands and biting into it, her purple eyes full of innocence.

　 Today Rhaenyra had a full meal and was in a very beautiful mood.

  Carefully selected a black strapless long dress, with her long hair tied back, looking dignified and noble.

Rhaegar pursed his lips and smiled, coaxing a child and said, "Is that enough? Do you want some more?"

 “Hush~don’t be heard.”

Rhaenyra reminded in embarrassment, peeking at Damon's vacant seat, and said with some premeditation: "I will go find Lannar later and eat her pastries."

Rhaegar put one hand on his forehead: "I really belong to you."

There are only two plates of pastries and one plate of fruits on one table. Eat more and you won’t be full.

 Adhering to the attitude that being able to eat is a blessing, he can only agree.

 The contest was about to begin, and Rhaegar left to prepare.

 Before stepping down, he first walked towards Otto and Leonor.

 There are two people, one in the main seat and the other in the back row, very close to each other.

"prince."

Looking at the crown prince walking in front of him, Leonor forced a smile, his eyebrows showing fatigue.

 “Lord Leonor, let me show you something.”

In front of Otto, Rhaegar stretched out a hand with a golden cicada carving the size of a peanut placed in his palm.

Leonor was surprised and said: "This is..."

He recognized the gold ornaments on the scepter of his second son Laris.

In order to protect his second son, he bribed a prisoner who was escorting the Great Wall to monitor and report on his second son's condition along the way.

It was because the prisoner had lost contact that he hurriedly sent people to investigate and learned that his second son had been burned by dragon flames.

Otto's eyes narrowed and he also recognized the origin of Jin Chan.

Rhaegar picked up the small golden cicada with **** and said solemnly: "I got this in the secret room under the Widow's Tower last night. Its owner completely surrendered to the law, but he did not die under the dragon's flames."

Hearing this, Leonor's eyes widened, and various possibilities flashed through his mind.

 In one and a half breaths, he could figure it out.

Rhaegar smiled, turned around and threw the golden cicada into Otto's wine cup with a clang, and said softly: "Lord Otto, I found the things you didn't get for you."

 After saying that, he patted Alto's shoulder and left with a meaningful look in his eyes.

 Laris can die, but not in the name of breaking his promise and intercepting him.

 With Leonor’s wisdom and understanding of the second son, a golden cicada carving is enough to clear up the misunderstanding.

After doing this, Leonor stared at Otto in shock and anger.

 He read the Crown Prince's hint.

Otto looked complicated and silently turned the wine cup upside down.

 He did not argue, as if he was a person who stayed outside.

 …

Stepping down from the high platform, Lei Jia’s eyes were deep in thought.

Laris's escape was inseparable from Otto, but he was a little unsure about what role Otto played in it.

 Investigated dragon lair records from various places and questioned spies from Storm's End Castle.

 A few days before and after Jingze encountered Long Yan, Meng Huo, Sheep Thief, and Yang Yan traveled on the same day.

Sunfire carried Aegon back to King's Landing from Harrenhal and spent the night in a brothel.

Dreamfire and the Sheepstealer left at Dragon's Lair on Thousand Faces Island and Storm's End respectively, one in the morning and the other at noon.

 Dreamfire returned to the dragon's nest that night, and the sheep thief returned to Storm's End after two nights away.

 As Laris said, the two dragons have time and opportunity to intercept and kill them.

 But why two dragons?

 A dragon travels in secret, killing night watchmen and prisoners without making much noise.

Otto's reaction when he saw the golden cicada carving just now was also strange.

There is stability in the composure, and there is no panic at all when the conspiracy is exposed.

 Laris is not telling the truth!

Rhaegar muttered: "Ask Helena at some time. The little girl will not lie."

 (End of this chapter)