Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day Chapter 189

Chapter 189 The strange wound cut by the Iron Throne

Rhaenyra suddenly stood there, her smile faded, and she turned around quietly.

"What's wrong?"

Rhaegar expressed concern.

 “No, you turn around first.”

Rhaenyra's ears were slightly red, she covered her chest with her hands, and she spoke stumblingly.

 “Did you bump into each other?”

Rhaegar moved closer curiously.

 “Rhaegar, you are too close.”

Rhaenyra's expression was a bit unnatural.

Rhaegar didn't know why and opened his eyes innocently.

 Tap tap tap…

"Father!"

Rhaegar was at a loss. He had done nothing.

Rhaenyra glared at him and said angrily, "It's all your fault, I got excited."

There was a sound of footsteps coming from the corner of the hall, attracting the attention of the hall.

Viserys was visibly relieved and stepped forward to hug his daughter.

Viserys sat back in his chair, looking expectantly.

 Everything seems fine on the surface, but there are two scars on the stomach and lower back.

 Speaking, he kicked Rhaegar and walked towards the castle alone.

On both sides of the hall, musicians played relaxing tunes.

Banquet hall.

 Then he looked at the eldest son and looked up and down to confirm that nothing was wrong.

Viserys stood up to greet him with a smile on his face.

 A short, big-headed dwarf dressed as a pirate, performing a comical show.

 “Great, I've been worried about you.”

Rhaenyra opened her hands and chuckled: "Yes, the Alpine clan was intimidated, and the fleet from Seagull Town was also sent to the Stepstone Islands."

Viserys cast his gaze and said excitedly: "Rhaegar, Rhaenyra!"

 “My children, how was your trip to the valley?”

Rhaegar smiled and put his hands on his belly.

Hearing this, the siblings looked at each other and made eye contact with each other.

 Changing into black clothes, Rhaegar and Rhaenyla walked hand in hand.

 “Oh **** ho, look at this beautiful lady, pirate mushrooms greet you.”

The high-pitched voice of a child came suddenly, and the dwarf playing the role of a pirate trotted over.

 He knelt down halfway through the run and slid to his knees in front of the three of them, which looked funny and absurd.

Viserys laughed: "The mushroom is a good jester, always having fun."

Rhaenyra waved and said with a smile: "Mushroom, do you have anything new to tell me?"

"certainly."

Mushroom quickly stood up, held her big belly and came to Rhaenyra's feet, muttering infatuatedly: "Princess, your beauty is the most novel and beautiful thing in the world."

 “Haha, I knew you were going to do this.”

Rhaenyra was amused by him and had a good impression of this flattering dwarf.

Having been favored by two nobles in a row, Mushroom was extremely proud. He looked at Rega with reverence and pretended to be intoxicated:

“Handsome prince, your trip to the valley must have been full of passion, and you have captured the admiration of many noble ladies.”

Rhaegar looked down at him and raised the corners of his mouth.

Mushroom always pays attention to the prince's expression and wants to continue to say flattering words.

boom-

As soon as he opened his mouth, Rhaegar kicked him in the face and knocked him to the ground.

 “Stop talking nonsense in front of me.”

Rhaegar frowned slightly, led Rhaenyra forward, and stepped directly over the mushroom.

 “Rhaegar, the mushrooms mean well.”

Rhaenyra couldn't bear to see the mushrooms fluttering underfoot.

Rhaegar frowned and said, "If he hadn't been able to entertain you and your father, he would have been transported to the dragon's lair with the cattle and sheep to feed the dragon."

 He doesn't like jesters, let alone noisy dwarfs.

This kind of character can only flatter and make trouble.

 Taking advantage of his natural weakness, he wanders among the powerful and has no bottom line. He knew the story of this mushroom, gathered information, and spread rumors.

 Do it for fun and attract others' attention.

Rhaenyra couldn't defeat him, so she had to ask someone to take the mushrooms down.

It was getting late, and Viserys sent someone to notify Allison to prepare a reception feast for his children.

 At night.

 The king's palace.

Viserys sat on the edge of the bed and took off his shirt with difficulty.

 Without the cover of his clothes, the wounds on his body were clearly exposed.

 Shoulders, waist, arms…

  New injuries were piled on top of old ones, a total of more than a dozen wounds of varying degrees.

 Some of them were dripping with blood from recent cuts.

 Some become inflamed and pus leaks, and some even begin to rot and stink.

“His ha~ The wounds on my body are very embarrassing, aren't they?”

 Viserys grinned in pain when his clothes scratched the wound, and asked in embarrassment.

Rhaegar stood behind him, silent.

Looking at the wounds all over his father's body, Rhaegar's lips and teeth were slightly open. There were thousands of words in his heart, but they were stuck in his throat and he couldn't say a word.

　　When he was young, his father was cut by the Iron Throne and lost two fingers.

After so many years, his father never mentioned the wound in front of him and kept it secretive.

Rhaegar thought about his father being covered in wounds.

 But with the facts before him, he still couldn't keep calm and forced a smile.

“No, you have endured the pain for many years and are the toughest warrior.”

Reaching out to touch his father's rough, loose skin, Rhaegar praised him with a smile in his voice.

Viserys shook his head and laughed: "Don't lie to me, I know my wounds best. They are ugly and disgusting."

 He knew this when Alisson was in trouble.

Even if his wife didn't say anything, he could still feel the emotions of resistance and rejection.

 Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to exercise for so long, and the hole would be dry.

Rhaegar suppressed his smile, sat next to his father, and said solemnly: "I will help you treat your injuries and get you back to health."

Hand out his right hand and recite the "reversal" spell, billowing black smoke comes out.

 “Hiss…”

Ouroboros crawled out of the black smoke and crawled into Viserys's wound.

 Compared to a few days ago, the Ouroboros is a little larger and more slender.

Black smoke came out of the wounds on Viserys's back. The most serious wound was a wound next to his spine. There was rotting flesh and a foul smell.

 Ouroboros was the first to swallow the black smoke from this wound.

Time passed bit by bit, and most of the black smoke was eliminated, leaving only a trace.

 The Ouroboros gnawed its food, and this wisp of black smoke was like a tarsal maggot, unwavering.

 “Hiss…”

 The Ouroboros got out of the wound, twisted its body, and got into another wound.

"what happened?"

Rhaegar's eyes widened, staring at the wound where the black smoke had not been removed.

 The slough of the wound has disappeared, and bright red granules have grown, which are constantly healing and regenerating.

 In the blink of an eye, it returned to the appearance of the fresh cut, leaving only a delicate blood mark.

 But a wisp of black smoke and a trail of blood remained on Viserys' back.

Viserys closed his eyes comfortably and asked in confusion: "What's wrong, Rhaegar?"

 He felt the pain lessened a lot and his whole body felt lighter.

Rhaegar's eyes flickered and he hesitated: "There is a little trouble, father."

 The black smoke was not cleared when Ouroboros treated his injuries.

 The Ouroboros is still swallowing the black smoke.

 One wound after another, from severe to light, treating more than a dozen wounds in a row.

 The strange thing is that no matter how serious the injury is, there is always a wisp of black smoke left on the wound.

 The wound has not fully recovered, leaving only the original cut.

 (End of this chapter)

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