Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day Chapter 290

Chapter 290 Alison's training

 In a blink of an eye, three days later.

 The King's Landing.

The snow in early spring has melted away, and the dung collectors drive the horses and pull the dung carts to clean the public toilets in the streets and alleys.

Even the filthy flea nest no longer smells as bad as before.

 People gathered near Silk Street, spending money and having fun.

Suddenly, a dragon roar sounded as dull as a bell, and the dark dragon shadow soared from Blackwater Bay to the sky above King's Landing City.

The dragon is as black as charcoal, with a pair of green vertical pupils, its wings spread out to cover the sky, and its appearance is terrifying like an evil god.

Slowly circled around King's Landing like a demonstration, the dragon flew over the hills of Rhaenys and landed into the dragon's lair.

As soon as Rhaegar got out of the car, Rhaenyra threw herself into her arms, looked up and down worriedly, and asked with concern: "You are finally back, are you hurt?"

The glutton lowered his spine, folded his broad wings, crawled in the dragon's lair hall and closed his eyes to sleep.

Her beautiful purple eyes are shining, her fair face is full of smiles, and her red lips are so pretty.

Even if you cannot control this city-state, you must circulate sufficient information to prepare for the future.

This water dancer from Braavos was wearing a loose black robe and a thin sword at his waist.

 “As you wish.”

Rhaegar stood in front of the ferocious dragon's head, stretching out his hand to rub the pitch-black scales.

 At the loud announcement of the Kingsguard, the carriage slowly entered the forecourt of the Red Keep.

Rhaenyra pursed her lips, tilted her head and bumped the other person's head, pretending to be aggrieved: "No wonder you didn't take me to Volantis, but went to the Sea of ​​Smoke to adventure alone."

Rhaenyra raised her head, stretched out her hand to pinch the other person's cheek, and couldn't help but care: “It seems to be a little taller.”

 “Prince, you are finally back.”

 “Rhaegar!”

"Very good." Rhaegar nodded and reminded: "You can stay at the Temple of R'hllor and get as much information as possible."

 Inside the dragon's lair.

 “Good man, have a good rest.”

Rhaegar turned around when he heard the words, and his eyes lit up.

The sound of longing sounded, and Rhaenyra, who was guarding the door, was so surprised that she ran over to her.

Feeling the warmth coming from his cheeks, Rhaegar apologized: "I will take you with me wherever I go next time."

Looking at Rhaenyra who was missing her so much, Rhaegar smiled unconsciously, put his big hands around her soft waist, lowered his head and buried his cheek in the crook of her neck.

Rhaenyra was not only thinking of him, they were thinking of each other.

Hilius is the shadow he intended to remain in Volantis.

Xiliu put on his hood and walked to the darkness of the dragon's lair to hide.

 The gate of the Red Fort.

Silver-gold long hair hangs down her back, her purple pupils have a lingering trace of depression that cannot be resolved, and there is always a smile on her lips.

 Before returning to King's Landing, he wrote two letters and sent them back to King's Landing, explaining some things.

The pale face is very handsome, and there is an extra bit of resoluteness in the youthful youth.

 “Don't even think about it, I don't dare to go to the sea of ​​smoke.”

 “I'm fine, but I miss you.”

 In recent months, Rhaega, who is still in the development stage, has undergone some changes.

Rhaegar raised the corner of his mouth, said "Thank you" to Menas, and his eyes fell on Shiliu.

Maester Menas of the Dragon Cave, his eyes full of joy, his cheeks thin but fair, walked over with a pout.

Hiliu raised his hand to salute and smiled confidently: "The ship is moored at the dock and is ready to set off at any time."

Rhaegar shook his head, chatted with Menas, and took the car back to the Red Keep.

Hirou walked side by side with a smile on her lips, her fluffy curly hair trembling.

 Speaking, he held up Rhaegar's cheek and placed his hands in front of him.

Today, Rhaenyra is radiant. Her long silver hair is braided and tied behind her head. She has a gentle and elegant temperament.

Lifting the car curtain, Rhaegar stepped out.

As she ran, her long purple velvet skirt swayed gently, and her small moccasin boots were worn with black stockings, covering her slender calves.

 “Welcome Rhaegar of House Targaryen…heir to the Iron Throne…”

 “Ready?” Rhaegar tilted his head.

He stood on tiptoes and gestured, barely reaching the corner of the other person's eyes.

Rhaenyra was taller than an average woman, just 162 centimeters tall.

 Rega is tall and tall, with a thick back and waist, and his head is slightly higher than his opponent, about 180 centimeters taller.

 Thanks to the Arryn bloodline in the Vale, there are always good warriors.

Rhaegar shook his head, broke free from his small hands to knead, and rested his chin on the other person's shoulder.

 “Hmph, I'll teach you a lesson later.”

Rhaenyra snorted and took the initiative to hug Rhaegar, groping her body with her hands to check for any wounds.

 After a while, Rhaenyra's left hand fell on the right side of Rhaegar's waist, and she touched it strangely.

Rhaegar's body froze and he grabbed the troublesome little hand.

 “Rhaegar, where is your sword?”

Rhaenyra had no other thoughts. She reached out and pushed the person in her arms away, her eyes becoming serious.

 She touched it for a long time, and the dragon-horn sword hilt that usually stuck in her hand disappeared.

You must know that since the dragon's claw was forged, Rhaegar liked it from the bottom of his heart and wore it all year round.

Facing Rhaenyra's scrutinizing gaze, Rhaegar hesitated again and again, and said honestly: "Stay in the Sea of ​​Smoke."

 “You are indeed in danger, and you even lost your sword!”

Rhaenyra was astonished, her eyes worried, her voice angry.

She knew that everything would not be safe during Lei Jiayanhai's trip.

Anger rose in her heart. Rhaenyra gritted her teeth and raised her hand to slap the opponent's chest hard several times.

“It's not lost, please listen to me first.”

Leiga captured the versed little hand and tried to organize the language: "Dragon claws temporarily leave their hands and store in one ... new friend." Don't believe every word.

Rhaegar hesitated and affirmed: "A wild dragon."

In Rhaenyra's annoyed look as if she had been deceived, he quickly explained.

 The dragon's claw was blown away during the battle with the sea monster and disappeared.

He originally thought it was wandering near the ruins of the stone bridge, and wanted to hire someone to salvage it in the future.

Unexpectedly, the mysterious scroll in the space bracelet bloomed, depicting the specific location of the dragon's claw.

 It was within a dozen miles near the sailboat, and it had been moving at a high speed.

Lega looked at the haze with extremely low visibility, and there was only one reason.

 The wild dragon in the mist picked up the dragon claw, was attracted to the sailboat, and moved around the sailboat.

This phenomenon lasted until the sailboat left the sea of ​​smoke.

 80% chance that the wild dragon has never been out of the Sea of ​​Smoke and does not dare to stray too far.

 After talking about the cause and effect, Rhaegar said helplessly: "Dragon likes shiny things, and the dragon claw is probably regarded as a collection by it."

If you want to send people to salvage it, you will search everywhere.

Rhaenyra listened completely, opened her small mouth in astonishment, and said in surprise: "There are still wild dragons in the sea of ​​smoke?"

 Her love for dragons was no less than Rhaegar's, and wild dragons were no small matter.

"That's right." Rhaegar nodded, then smiled and said, "Fortunately, I found a substitute, and I gained a lot."

Rhaenyra rolled her eyes and said angrily: "Go back to the castle first and have a good rest."

I don't know if I haven't washed myself in a few days. There is a faint smell on my body and my long, silky hair is frizzy.

 The queen's bedroom.

Allison looked ugly and walked back and forth around the round table.

On the round stool beside the table, Aegon sat dejectedly with his head lowered.

What's weird is that his silver hair is messy and he is shirtless, wearing only a pair of white pajamas.

On the carpet not far away, Emond stood watching with a helpless expression.

“Green spool, black spool…”

Helena was sitting on her knees, her light purple pupils were blank, and she was playing with two spools of thread mixed together in her hands.

 In the entire palace, apart from Aegon's irritable scratching of his head, there was only her subtle murmur.

Allison turned around twice, pointed back at his eldest son Aegon, and gritted his teeth and said: "Qiaomina is my personal maid, how dare you tease her!"

"I didn't, I was just teasing her." Aegon curled his lips and refused to admit it.

Snapped-

Allison went up and slapped him in the face, saying bitterly: "The evidence is solid and you are still making excuses."

Aegon was stunned for a moment when he was slapped. He covered the side of his face and became angry, yelling: "She was the one who was shaking her **** in front of me, so I slapped her."

Snapped-

Alison slapped him again with his backhand and said, "Can you grow up a little and think about drinking and hooking up with prostitutes all day long? What else can you do?"

 “What do you think I can do for you?”

Aegon was indignant: "The prince is Rhaegar, what's wrong with me being a prince of pleasure?"

Allison's chest rose and fell violently, and he said, "Even if you don't fight for the throne, you should protect your family and prevent them from being harmed."

Aegon had a gloomy face, raised his hand and pointed at Helena who was muttering, and said unconvinced: "What you call protection is that I will marry her, right?"

 After the royal meeting, his father Viserys and his mother Allison came to talk to him respectively.

 One asked him if he was interested in marrying into the Baratheon family.

 One asked him to marry Helena and join forces with the Hightower family to gain a say in the court.

 But no one asked whether he wanted these two things?

　Seeing Aegon's bad attitude towards Helena, Allison was filled with disappointment and gritted his teeth and said: "You should protect her, just like Rhaenyra and Rhaegar."

"She's just a stupid little girl." Aegon dismissed it.

“Then you want to marry Lord Boros's daughter?”

Allison's eyes were red, and he sat on the round stool helplessly holding his forehead.

Seeing that his mother was sad, Aegon blamed himself in his heart, but his face became even more irritable, and he shouted: "Who said you want to marry those ugly people?"

Boros has a rough face and is a completely wild man.

His daughters perfectly inherited his genes, and none of them have anything to do with beauties and ladies.

Even Aegon, who has no taste for food, dislikes it.

 Allison sighed deeply, feeling tired.

I wanted to say something, but the corner of my eye fell on Helena, and I suppressed it again.

 Allison was very melancholy about the marriage of two children.

Aegon didn't like Helena, even since he was a child.

  Helena needless to say, she and Aegon had such a quarrel, and she was still playing with the spool by herself.

It is very difficult to combine them.

 “Forget it, you all go out.”

 Allison waved his hand, exhausted.

 The Council's solution to the Baratheon family has not yet been formulated.

As long as Rhaegar is united to prevent the marriage between the two families, Aegon will marry Helena sooner or later.

 “Oh, you can rest.”

Aegon responded in a muffled voice and left without looking back.

 “Sister, I'm leaving.”

 Aemond took the spool of thread from Helena's hand, took her by the hand and led her away.

 As the siblings passed by the round table, Allison took Helena's little hand.

In Emond's envious eyes, Allison took Helena's face and kissed her, and said sternly: "Don't be afraid, mother will definitely not wrong you."

 Helena lowered her eyes and stirred her little hands in front of her.

 (End of this chapter)

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