Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day Chapter 271

 Chapter 271 A Fallen Targaryen

 “Everyone, don't be so excited.”

Rhaegar took off his hood, revealing a handsome face with a calm demeanor.

Several slave traders saw it and hesitated to step forward.

 People's temperaments are different.

Rhaegar's pure Valyrian face and noble temperament undoubtedly do not prove his extraordinary status.

Seeing the hesitation of the slave traders, Rhaegar said calmly: "Be quiet for a while and wait until I finish asking."

 The slave traders looked at each other, silently took two steps back, and surrounded the two men.

The other party may be a rich man, and he will probably spend money to buy a female slave.

　At this time, Rhaegar had time to carefully look at Daniela kneeling at her feet.

Daniela has slightly curly hair, white and translucent skin, and a petite and exquisite figure. She gives people a kind of protectiveness that I feel pity for.

Daniella knew that the boy in front of her was her only savior at the moment, so she answered honestly with tears in her eyes.

Daniella's fair face was covered with bruises, her big eyes were occupied by uneasiness, and she said tremblingly: "I'm sorry to say this, but I may have the same blood as you."

 After saying this, she subconsciously retracted her neck for fear of being scolded and beaten.

 “Your grandmother?” Rhaegar grasped the key point, a little surprised.

Rhaegar was slightly distracted when he saw her face.

 On her cheeks, there are two tattoos in the shape of tears.

 Indicate her identity as a prostitute.

Daniella nodded and said in a low voice: "My bloodline comes from my mother, and her bloodline comes from my maternal grandmother."

Hearing this, Rega loosened his collar and looked down to see the clan emblem on the button.

Daniela wrapped her body tightly in a black robe, lowered her head, and said timidly: "I am not anyone's illegitimate daughter. My mother is a prostitute and she doesn't even know who she was pregnant with."

　　targaryen's clothing highlights a gorgeous and distinctive character.

Hearing these answers, Rhaegar realized that the other party was not simple. He squatted down, looked directly into her blue pupils, and repeated the sentence at the beginning: "Why should I help you?"

Rhaegar was startled for a moment, his eyes uncertain.

 “Yes, my lord.”

　　After a moment of thought, Rhaegar stood up and threw a bulging money bag from his sleeve.

 The other party asked him for help, so he could not be taken away by this group of slave traders.

 Having said that, he **** his money bag, scanned the surroundings warily, turned around and left.

He threw a covering robe to Daniela and asked clearly: "Whose illegitimate daughter are you?"

But the name Danila is a variant of the Targaryen name that has been inherited from ancient times, and is not an ordinary Valyrian name.

The slave traders quickly caught it and opened their money bags anxiously.

 “Your bloodline comes from your mother?” Rhaegar asked doubtfully.

Moreover, it is revealed in one sentence that he is from Targaryen, which is not something a prostitute should know.

The slave trader picked up a cup of gold dragon and took a bite with his teeth to confirm that it was gold. His face became flattering: "She is yours, my lord."

There is a saying that Danila's face is three-thirds of Rhaenyra's, and she looks surprisingly beautiful.

She raised her face high at the moment, with only two rags covering her body.

No matter what Daniela said is true or false, her origin cannot be revealed in public.

Daniella was young and looked to be about his age.

Rhaegar stared at them and said in a deep voice: "Take the money and get away!"

Rhaegar ignored it, raised his foot and shook off Daniela's hand, turned around and said coldly: "Follow me!"

 Her status is too low and she is not worthy of having the same blood as any adult.

“Sir, my name comes from my mother, and many of my relatives have the same name.”

Unexpectedly, a prostitute recognized his origin from this.

Rhaegar frowned, feeling a little unhappy from the bottom of his heart: "Who gave you the name? How do you know my origin?"

Rhaegar wondered if the other party was the seed sown by his father or Daemon when he was young.

She pointed to the looming collar under Rhaegar's black robe, where there was a button, and said tremblingly: "Your button is engraved with the symbol of three red dragons."

 There are not a few people with the same name in the world.

Daniella was overjoyed, picked up the only two rags she had on her body, and followed her footsteps closely.

Rega found a restaurant with a decent environment and chose a hidden corner by the window.

 In the Free Trade City, money is a living ancestor.

 In an instant, I was impressed by the golden gold coins.

 A woman who is a grandmother is not young.

At such an age, it is unusual for someone to be able to pass down the weak caste characteristics of a Targaryen.

Daniella wanted to bury her head in her chest and trembled: "You should have heard of my grandmother's name. Her name is Senela..."

 Speaking of the key point, the voice dropped very low: "Senilla Targaryen."

 That night.

Lega crossed the Long Bridge and found a large brothel with an endless flow of customers among the prosperous brothels in Dongcheng District.

"right here?"

Rhaegar asked, pointing to the brothel.

Daniella was wearing a black robe and her long silver-gold hair was hidden in a hood. She confirmed: "This is the place where I grew up. I can't admit it wrong."

 “Lead the way.”

Rhaegar, with complicated eyes, entered the brothel among the clients.

 The brothel occupies a large area, with three floors in total, and is full of all kinds of tempting oil carvings.

 As soon as he entered, the strong smell of perfume hit his nose.

 Everything you can see is the white flesh of prostitutes and their lustful clients.

 Through the surrounding walls, the sound of Mi Mi can be heard endlessly, full of **** color.

Daniella led the way. The prostitutes who saw her looked surprised, but did not come forward to talk.

Rhaegar followed her all the way up to the third floor. The dissolute sounds subsided, but instead began to surround the music. After taking two steps, a door deep in the corridor opened and a middle-aged man with silver-blond hair walked out.

 Seeing the middle-aged man appear, Daniela trembled visibly and stopped.

The middle-aged man walked up to the two of them, looked at Daniella up and down, and said strangely: "I just heard someone reported the news of your return. It's really surprising."

As he spoke, his eyes fell on Rhaegar and asked: "Boy, did you buy Danila?"

Rhaegar raised his head, took off the hood that obscured his face, and asked, "I'm looking for a woman named Senela. I heard she is here?"

"Of course she is here, she is my mother and the madam of this brothel."

 The middle-aged man noticed Rhaegar's long silver-gold hair and purple pupils, thinking about it and not hiding it.

"Take me to her." Rhaegar's voice turned cold, not wanting to talk nonsense in the corridor.

 “She hasn't accepted guests for a long time, even if you are young and handsome.”

 The middle-aged man was stunned and decisively refused.

Danila said in a trilled voice: "Uncle, your lord is from Westeros."

 The middle-aged man's face changed slightly when he heard this, and he instantly thought of the land he had traveled across the ocean to when he was a boy.

 Looking at Rhaegar carefully, he guessed a lot at once.

 Pure descendant of Valyria from Westeros…

 No need to think about it, he must be a member of that family.

The middle-aged man was a little flustered and said quickly: "Please come with me, mother is resting in the room."

After speaking, he quickly walked towards the room deep in the corridor.

Rega took a breath and lifted his heels.

 Entering the room, the white walls are covered with various ornaments.

 A large velvet bed is placed near the window, surrounded by a circle of gauze.

On both sides of the bed, two young male slaves were kneeling, with their muscular upper bodies naked.

 “Gadel, who is it?”

On the big bed shrouded in gauze, a lazy woman's voice sounded, and a figure could be vaguely seen lying on her side.

 “Mother, a real dragon is here.”

The middle-aged man was Gedel, standing at the door, hesitantly telling the truth.

 “A true dragon! A Targaryen!”

 The woman's voice suddenly rose and she sat up from the bed.

 The curtain was opened from the inside, revealing the woman's true face.

Rhaegar remained silent and stared.

Half sitting on the bed was a half-aged woman, about forty or fifty years old, with long silver-gold hair and purple pupils.

 Her skin is very white and looks well maintained, and her youthful beauty can be vaguely seen.

Rhaegar looked at her, and she also noticed the extra young man in the room.

 The woman's expression is very complicated, including disgust, nostalgia, indifference...

After a moment of silence, the woman pulled over her exposed thighs and said calmly: "Whose child are you?"

If she remembered correctly, the Targaryens had only two male heirs left, brothers Viserys and Daemon.

 The little boy in front of me is probably the descendant of one of them.

 “My father is Viserys, the King on the Iron Throne.”

Rhaegar felt awkward and said in a deep voice: "My name is Rhaegar, great-aunt Senela."

That's right, the brothel madam in front of him is his great-aunt.

 A true-blooded Targaryen.

  Senela Targaryen, the ninth child and fifth daughter of her great-grandfather Jaehaerys I.

As far as Rhaegar knew, among his great-grandfather's twelve children, Senela was the one who made him the most angry and sad.

　　 Senila has been naughty and competitive since she was a child.

 She would often use excessive "pranks" to tease her brothers, sisters and court jesters.

She was rejected by Rhaegar's grandmother Alessa, grandmother Daniela and several other sisters.

 After adulthood, Senela found several female and male companions and hung out with them all day long.

 Even more so, her virginity was taken away by one of the three male partners, and she had **** with all three male partners.

When the story was revealed, Jaehaerys imprisoned the female and male companions, and even tried and executed one by combat.

 Senela was sent to Oldtown by her angry father and placed in the care of her sister, Sister Magna Targaryen.

 After a series of strict discipline, Senila couldn't stand the nun's beatings and ran away secretly.

 She found a boat in the old town and took it to Lys.

There, she worked in a brothel, dressing up as a newly arrived god-sworn maiden for the guests to play with.

 It took half a year for the news to reach King's Landing.

 Causing Jaehaerys to become furious, he no longer recognized her as his daughter.

As a result, he and Queen Alysanne quarreled endlessly, causing a second schism.

From then on, Senila completely let herself go and became a real prostitute.

A few years ago in 99AC, Senela left Lys and came to the current Volantis to open a brothel of her own.

During the Great Council of 101, Jaehaerys, who lost his heir, wanted to bring his only daughter back to King's Landing.

 Senilla refused.

 Said bluntly that she has her own kingdom in Volantis and does not need the inheritance of the Iron Throne.

However, she had three illegitimate children from different fathers, and sent the three illegitimate children to Westeros to participate in the election of the Great Council.

Of course, all three illegitimate children failed.

 No one would look at an illegitimate child born of a whore.

 Senila tidied her silver hair, looking a little in a hurry, and said irritably: "Why did you come to see me?"

 How many years have passed since I have had any contact with my relatives.

Seeing Rhaegar suddenly brought back memories of the past.

 (End of this chapter)

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