Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day Chapter 301

Chapter 301 Greedy Hightower

 Not long after, Rhaegar walked out of the inconspicuous tent.

Short silver-gold hair covers her eyes, but it cannot hide the sparkle in her eyes.

Owell said nothing, just handed him a thick brief history of the modern court.

 Every time a king ascends the Iron Throne, the archmaester sent by the city will record a separate catalog of the king's and blood relatives' actions.

 Finally, a brief history of House Targaryen has been added.

 The brief history of the court recorded by Grand Scholar Melos confirms too many anomalies.

 Looking up at the sky, the afternoon sun hung in the blue sky and white clouds drifted.

Rhaegar recalled the mess recorded in the brief history, and his heart was filled with gloom.

 Turn around and go straight to the main tent.

The eldest sister Cassandra took a deep breath, walked to the table nearby, brought out a bottle of wine and glasses, and handed them to the three younger sisters to share the drinks.

There were many nobles, big and small, who were handling prey and having barbecues and dinners scattered around. They all looked at the second son of the king with strange eyes.

They sisters are here to contact the marriage partner, not patrolling guards.

Otto looked indifferent and said: "Marriage is a major event between two families, and the opinions of the marriage candidates are not important."

“Brother, my great nephew doesn't seem to like the daughter of the Baratheon family.”

 “You!” Maris was furious for a moment and stomped her feet in grievance.

Otto stood on the side of the dining table, picked up the wine bottle, poured out the wine, and first handed it to his brother Mond Hightower beside him.

 The two youngest Baratheon daughters, Elaine and Floris, nodded with hatred and glared at the frivolous Aegon.

 She finally figured it out.

The king's second son didn't like the sisters at all, he was just teasing them.

　　The four girls of the Baratheon family followed closely behind Aegon, with sweat on their tired foreheads and mud on their boots.

As he spoke, his eyes glanced at the white dress that Maris was wearing, and his look of disgust became even stronger.

 Aegon's eyes were drooped and he wandered back and forth aimlessly.

 The oldest Cassandra Baratheon gritted her teeth secretly and asked unbearably.

Besides, if Boros Baratheon hadn't violated the law, he wouldn't have lost such a big face.

However, the other party is the son of the king, and the father was called to reprimand by the king, so the four sisters cannot be tough at all.

Mond shook the wine glass in his hand, full of gloating.

He then looked at Aegon, who was about to continue wandering around, and said sharply: "You can wait until dark. We will probably all be around you before the hunting in the Kingswood is over. You will have a lot of bragging in the future."

 Her face is not good-looking, and in terms of body shape, she has more **** than breasts, more buttocks than butt, and she has a petite figure with short legs.

Aegon looked at the person with his nostrils and retorted: "What are you doing? Just play house."

 The picnic area of ​​the campground.

“I don't think so, but our Majesty is a well-known benevolent king.” Mond said with a smile.

 While the two children were getting along "friendly", two pairs of eyes were watching from a distance.

Malice Baratheon, who ranked second, took a step forward, her not-so-pretty face wrinkled, suppressing her anger: "You are tired and thirsty, you should entertain us politely instead of wandering around the camp. "

 Completely inconsistent with his sexual preferences.

 No one dared to slight them like this.

 Feeling Aegon's contempt, Malice's eyes turned red with anger, and she wanted to call the guards to beat him immediately.

Aegon glanced at Malis with disgust and curled his lips: "Also, please don't follow me and delay me from finding a place to sleep."

Occasionally, I pick up a bottle of red wine placed on the outdoor dining table, bite open the cork, and then drink it with my head raised.

Hearing this, Aegon glanced at her and raised his eyebrows when he saw that they were panting pitifully: "What's the matter, are you thirsty or tired?"

 Let him not marry the daughter of Bolus.

 The two brothers raised their glasses and drank together, their eyes never leaving Aegon and the Four Storms wandering around.

At Storm's End, the four sisters were collectively known as the Four Storms, and were very favored by their father, Boros Baratheon.

“Your Highness Aegon, when will you turn again?”

Beside an outdoor dining table, two log piers serve as benches.

Then just torture each other.

 “Haha, when you are tired, find a place to rest. When you are thirsty, there is good wine on the table.”

　　After following Aegon around for a long time, his throat was filled with thirst and smoke, and the other person was still drinking alcohol carelessly.

Otto held a cut of steak on a porcelain plate with calm eyes: "The royal family has always been inclined to marry with Vale Arryn and Storm's End Baratheon, which will help maintain peace in the kingdom."

The aristocratic influence in Westeros is widely distributed, and the duke families of the Old Seven Kingdoms have naturally become a thorn in the side of the royal family.

 The Starks in the North, the Lannister in the West, and the Martells in Dorne, each of these three families is more troublesome than the last.

Stark isolated the north and could move south at any time.

Lannister owns the gold mines in the West and the Lannister Port, and its wealthy names are known to all the seven countries.

Needless to say, Dorne often raids the borders and is incompatible with the Iron Throne.

 In this situation, a strategy of co-optation and differentiation emerged.

Arryn in the Vale can block the Starks in the north from heading south to the Path, and cooperate with Tully and Harrenhal in the Riverlands to keep the battlefield away from King's Landing.

Baratheon of Storm's End is the closest to King's Landing, shouldering the heavy responsibility of always rushing to King's Landing and guarding the Bone Road and Cape Wrath. It is for this reason that Arryn and Baratheon have been the first choice for marriage and friendship between Targaryens throughout the ages.

Mond chuckled: "Then let's wait and see which one of the four storms the great-nephew will pick."

Nowadays, Baratheon and Targaryen are separated from each other, and it is indeed a good idea to form a marriage.

Otto picked up a piece of steak and chewed it in his mouth. He said calmly: "Brother, if you have anything to say, just say it."

Mond took a sip of wine, turned to face a corner, and said without hesitation: "The king is in poor health, and it would be best for the family to establish a new marriage with the royal family."

 “Marriage?”

Otto frowned slightly and followed his gaze.

 Under a simple awning, three silver-blond heads sit side by side.

Helena knelt in the middle, next to Aemond and Daeron on one side.

At this time, the three siblings were holding a pile of fruits and desserts, watching Aegon and the four storms chasing each other as if watching the excitement.

The youngest Darren stuffed a piece of cake into his mouth and said vaguely: "Aegon doesn't like girls the most, why does he hide so far away?"

“Perhaps the two older girls are not pretty.” Emond sat calmly and dealt with it casually.

Snapped-

Suddenly, Aegon in the distance slapped Kassandra in the Four Storms on the cheek, and slapped her to the ground.

Aemond's eyes widened and he exclaimed: "Oops, Aegon is beating someone."

 Helena and Daeron quickly stood up and hurried to Aegon's side.

Otto and Mond were stunned for a moment when they witnessed this scene.

Mond grinned: "It seems that the great-nephew is still the best marriage candidate for the family."

Otto left with a gloomy face and said nothing.

 Things were going off plan and he had to do something to make amends.

 Inside the women's tent.

 In a warm-colored environment, several coffee tables are separated by screens, and there are enough gorgeous chairs placed around the tables.

 Divided into areas where ladies of different statuses gather.

 At the coffee table in the middle, there were many noble ladies and ladies from all over the place sitting around.

Allison sat on a bench next to Lady Elena, opposite Rhaenyra, Lannar and a pair of twin girls.

 In addition, in the corner near the screen, Larry Strong was sitting alone on a round stool.

 This is his hobby, listening to gossip and news from a group of gossips.

The ladies tolerated his presence because he was lame.

 It is said to be a women's tent, but in fact there are many male family members in the tent, including the prime minister's second son.

 Around the coffee table, the ladies' discussions never ceased.

Allison and Rhaenyra maintained their own identities and were not as thick-skinned as these middle-aged women. They chose to listen silently, occasionally interjecting a word or two.

As they chatted, the ladies' topics became sharp.

An old woman with gorgeous clothes and black hair mixed with white took a sip of tea to moisten her throat and suddenly said: "The Targaryen princes are all restless and eager for war?"

　Allison, Rhaenyra, and Lannar were stunned and looked at the old woman in surprise.

The three of them are either the mothers or lovers of the Targaryen prince, and they can't figure out the old woman's attitude.

 “Mrs. Swann, what do you mean?”

 Allison, the eldest and the most senior, asked with a smile.

 “Seek truth from facts.”

The old woman's eyes wandered over Rhaenyra and Lannar, and she said slowly: "As far as I know, Prince Daemon has often robbed the ships of the Three Women's Kingdom since he became the governor of the Narrow Sea."

Lanner's complexion changed slightly and she opened her mouth to refute.

The old woman turned her head and pointed at Rhaenyra again, with an unhappy tone: "Some time ago, Rhaegar invaded Volantis with a dragon and executed two consuls, which almost triggered a war between the mainland and the Free Trade Cities."

Hearing the slander against her brother, Rhaenyra immediately turned cold and said unkindly: "Lady Sven, you can talk nonsense about food, but not words."

 “Did I say something wrong?”

The old woman thought very highly of herself and frowned: "What Prince Daemon and Prince Rhaegar have done is well known to everyone. This is not a secret."

Rhaenyra's eyes narrowed and she noticed that the gold ornaments on the old woman's breast were engraved with the clan emblem of two swans facing each other.

The fiefdom of the Siwen family is in Stonehelm City in the Stormlands, located on the coast of Cape Wrath. They have guarded the sea routes to Dorne for generations.

Together with Lady Elena's natal family, the Cullen family of Nightsong City, they are known as the two oldest families in the Stormlands.

 The strength is quite strong.

 Thinking of the Sven family where the old woman belonged, Rhaenyra immediately understood why the other party acted like this.

 The Shiwen family is close to the Sea of ​​Smoke and relies on navigation to accumulate wealth.

 At present, the royal family is targeting the Lord Baratheon family. The actions of Daemon and Rhaegar have affected the peace in the Narrow Sea, causing the Sven family's business to decline.

 The old woman came here specifically to cause trouble.

 Not only did Rhaenyra see the problem, Allison and Lannare were not fools either.

Assuming the identity of stepmother, Allison raised a smile and planned to mediate.

Lanna'er, who had always been forbearing, couldn't help it anymore and lectured: "Mrs. Shiwen, the Three Women's Kingdom has always been at odds with the kingdom. Damon has fulfilled his duties, which is not the reason for you to make false accusations."

 (End of this chapter)

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