Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day Chapter 251

Chapter 251 Cold treatment

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 Leave the Dragon's Cave in a carriage, pass through the densely populated Silk Street, and head towards the Red Fort.

On the way, Rhaegar raised a corner of the curtain and observed the changes on the street.

"looking at what?"

Rhaenyra sat across from her, with one of her beautiful legs raised under her black skirt.

Rhaegar looked back and glanced at the fair skin under her skirt, and said calmly: "King's Landing has really changed a lot. It used to be full of rats' excrement and peeing holes, but now it's much cleaner."

 Speaking, he continued to look at King's Landing outside the window.

“It's not because of you. A year ago, I wasn't afraid of getting my boots dirty when I went shopping.”

Rhaenyra smiled, her eyes filled with pride.

 Repair public toilets, hire sanitation workers, clean up flea nests…

Stepping out of the carriage, the royal guards were scattered in the front courtyard waiting for him, solemnly and solemnly.

 Looking back, Rhaenyra and Helena stuck their heads out, looking out one at a time.

　　After half a year, I visited the place where I grew up again, and it really has a different kind of scenery.

ˆ He took most of the credit for creating public opinion through the gathering of women, children and shadows.

 She knows all this.

Rhaegar opened his arms and smiled nonchalantly: "Get out of the car first, ladies."

　　The gate of the courtyard where I live is thrown with excrement by civilians every day, and the yard is full of dead rats and sparrows used to intimidate me.

Rhaenyra couldn't help laughing when she thought of the abuse and attacks Otto had suffered in the past two years.

One by one, they were all Rhaegar's suggestions.

 “Hush, don't make any noise.”

“And her two sisters, Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen and Princess Helena Targaryen.”

 Rhaenyra pressed her little head, looking a little unhappy.

 The carriage is facing the gate of the Red Fort.

Helena was still very innocent and asked in a low voice: "Where are those adults?"

The front court was deserted, and the nobles who used to gather to compete and watch the excitement were nowhere to be seen.

Rhaenyra held Rhaegar's hand and said gently, "We're home."

 “Well, brother, hug me.”

 The door is closed tightly.

This is Otto's ordinary and boring daily life.

 It's just a bit deserted.

For this reason, he went to the Imperial Council and applied for notarization of his achievements.

 The drowsy Helena cheered up and said blankly: "Grandpa, what's wrong?"

 The declaration ended, and the carriage door opened from the inside.

Otto, who originally thought he would be able to survive until the clouds cleared and see the moonlight, gained little and became the ultimate coolie.

Rhaegar shook his head and did not take credit. He could not control the corners of his mouth rising: "Let's praise Lord Otto. He is the one who deserves the most credit for his efforts and sacrifices."

The carriage was slowly approaching. The guards saw it from a distance and opened the closed gate.

Someone in the Red Keep did not welcome her brother.

 In her impression, the front yard was very lively, with a lot of people wandering around every day.

Rhaenyra perfunctoryly went over and squeezed her face a few times, feeling overjoyed.

 But the proposal was indeed Rhaegar's idea, and the matter was settled.

 Entering the vestibule of the Red Castle, the coachman reined in the reins.

“It's nothing, I'll be back to the Red Castle in a while, don't fall asleep.”

Rhaegar nodded and felt the bumps of the carriage quietly.

　　Red Fort.

Rhaegar moved his position and looked around the vestibule of the Red Castle.

Otto endured the humiliation for two years, and when he got results in the last year, he was intercepted by Rhaegar.

Seeing this, Rega curled his lips: "Haha, it's so quiet!"

 Helena knelt forward and happily threw herself into Rhaegar's arms.

Ser Stephen of the Kingsguard stood by and announced in a loud voice: "Welcome Rhaegar of House Targaryen, Breaker of Shackles, Maker of Ashes, Prince of Harrenhal, and Heir to the Iron Throne."

 “Humph, it's not like you're full of bad ideas.”

Lega caught her firmly, took half a step back, and put her on the ground.

  Turning around, she clapped her hands at Rhaenyra again.

Rhaenyra looked worried and whispered: "I will help you ask your father for an explanation."

 “Don't think so much.”

Rhaegar's smile did not diminish. He held her hand with one hand and hooked her leg with the other, holding her waist and getting out of the carriage.

 He doesn't care about trivial things.

 The answer will be revealed when I meet my father.

Crunch—

The main door of the Red Castle opened, and a thin man with a bald head and a black dress walked out.

Rhaegar heard the sound and looked around, his expression unchanged.

　　When the man saw the tall and heroic Rhaegar, his eyes immediately lit up.

 Hurry down the steps and come to Rega.

　　Stretched out his hand, wanting to express welcome, but afraid of stopping abruptly in mid-air.

 After a pause, he nodded solemnly and said in a deep voice: "Welcome back, prince."

Snapped-

Rhaegar raised his hand to shake it, looked him up and down, and said with a smile, "Lord Casway."

“Please, the king is waiting for you in the throne room.”

Casway was a little excited and his voice rose a little.

Rhaegar leaned forward to touch his shoulder and said softly: "Thank you, my lord."

 After speaking, with Casway's delighted eyes, he led Rhaenyra and Helena into the gate.

 “Lord Caswell is a warm-hearted and good-natured man.”

 Walking a little further, Rhaenyra praised.

Rhaegar thought for a while and agreed: "The Caswell family of Bitterbridge, the old nobles of the Reach, will be a loyal partner."

 Lord Casway had shown favor to him a long time ago.

His family had close ties with Hightower, the old town, and he didn't pay much attention to it.

 When I saw it today, it refreshed my previous impressions.

We walked all the way through the empty banquet hall and walked through the long corridor with three red dragon emblems engraved on it.

“Your Majesty, the prince's name day is coming soon, and it is appropriate to notify the whole territory to hold a coming-of-age ceremony.”

 “The prince has lived in Harrenhal for a long time and is busy with affairs…”

"The princess will go and invite her in person. No matter how busy the prince is, he can get away from it..." The throne hall was very close, and several familiar voices of discussion came one after another.

 One woman and two men.

Lega walked forward slowly, and the solid wooden hall door appeared in front of him.

 At the entrance of the hall, Kingsguard Alec Kargel was guarding and immediately spotted the prince.

 “Alik, long time no see.”

Rega's eyes were blazing and he called out the other person's name first.

 Alik was not as good at controlling his emotions as his brother, so he looked happy and said, "Prince, you are back."

“Open the door, I can hear the voices discussing me inside.”

Rhaegar raised his chin and put his hands behind his back.

 “Yes, Prince.”

Alik grabbed the door handle and opened the door forcefully.

The door opened, and the sound alarmed everyone in the hall.

On the Iron Throne densely packed with swords, Viserys sat precariously, expressionless.

 Behind him, Leonor and Otto occupied important positions, one on the left and one on the right.

 In addition, there are several other royal ministers.

Dragon Prince Rhaenys Targaryen, Minister of Justice Jaspy, and Grand Maester Meros.

Rhaegar stood at the door, glancing back and forth with a smile on his face.

There was silence in the hall. The imperial ministers looked at each other and no one spoke first.

 “My lords, I haven't seen you for a long time.”

Rhaegar looked calm and said hello together.

 Then, strode into the hall.

Several imperial ministers passed by and nodded in turn.

Rhaenys raised her head proudly and gave a warning look in return.

 Until he reached the Iron Throne, Rhaegar looked up to his father.

 The King of the Seven Kingdoms on the Iron Throne.

Viserys looked serious, looking at his eldest son, exuding the majesty that a king should have.

 After pondering for a moment, Rega curled his lips and said, "Father, I'm back."

Viserys looked indignant and said in a deep voice: "Rhaegar, I thought you were going to be petty for the rest of your life."

 “A lifetime is too long, I am more generous.”

Rhaegar made a joke and said melancholy: "If I don't come back, I'm afraid the gate of the Red Castle will not be opened for me next time."

Viserys' expression changed and he lectured: "There will be no next time, otherwise you won't even get close to the Red Castle."

This **** ran away from King's Landing when things didn't go his way and lived in the fiefdom for three years.

If he hadn't come back every six months, he would have thought that a war had broken out and his eldest son was on the battlefield again.

 “I'm back, I won't leave this time.”

Rhaegar sighed and scanned the expressions of the people present with keen eyes.

 Lyonor's joy, Rhaenys's relief.

 And Otto's calmness, Jaspi and Melos' silence.

At a glance, I had a rough idea.

Viserys and Leonor looked at each other and nodded lightly.

Leonor showed his belly and said loudly: "Prince, your Majesty has prepared a dinner for you to welcome you and wash away your dust."

 “Excellent,” Rhaegar agreed casually.

"snort!"

Viserys snorted coldly, pretending to be disgusted and said: "Step back and have a good rest when you come back. This dinner is very important, so dress up smartly."

 “Okay, Father.”

Rhaegar smiled, nodded to several royal ministers, and exited the hall.

 After a face-to-face meeting, the relationship between father and son was fine, and they should leave as soon as possible.

Rhaenyra and Helena were still waiting outside.

 As soon as Rhaegar left, the discussion in the hall started again.

 From whether the prince will come back, to what form the coming of age ceremony should be held.

 Banquet, tournament?

 It is getting late.

　　Red Castle, a remote attic.

Crunch—

The attic door opened, and Allison, wearing a green skirt, walked out with a gloomy look on her face.

 “The banquet is about to start, and I have to take charge of the situation.”

Allison's voice was cold and he quickly disappeared around the corner of the stairs.

In the attic, a chair is facing the wooden door.

 Laris was smiling, sweat broke out on his forehead, and he took out a handkerchief to wipe it.

The news of the prince's return to King's Landing spread throughout the Red Keep at an extremely fast speed like a strong wind.

 Her Royal Highness the Queen really couldn't stand it any longer and looked for a way to reconcile.

With this thought, Laris leaned back on his chair and murmured to himself: "If you want something, you have to fight for it. You can't look forward and backward..."

 “Woo~”

 Shivered and closed his eyes comfortably.

 Prince's bedroom.

 Familiar layout, warm fireplace with burning fire.

Rhaegar was forced to sit in front of the dressing table, with a pair of slender hands combing his long hair behind his back.

"Rhaenyra, you can leave your hair open, there is no need to tie it up in any other way."

Rhaegar suggested in a low voice as his hair hurt from being pulled.

 “Oh, I hurt you, I'm sorry.”

Rhaenyra used gentle force on her hands, gathered her long hair in her palms, and tied it into a low ponytail with a thin rope.

 “As you wish, the party is about to begin.”

Rhaegar gave up struggling and moved the stool back, resting the back of his head on a piece of soft ground.

The temperature is just right, warmer than a fireplace.

Rhaegar liked it so much that he turned his face and rubbed it repeatedly.

 “Rhaegar, be honest.”

Rhaenyra stared, reaching out and grabbing his ears.

 How will you meet people if you are messing around?

 (End of this chapter)

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