Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day Chapter 304

Chapter 304 Jiu's plan to occupy the magpie's nest

 “I'm doing fine and I don't need allies.”

Alison was upset and refused.

 She doesn't want to delve into fighting for power now, she just wants to take care of several children.

Aegon rejected Helena and the Four Storms successively, turning everyone's happy things into a mess.

I really don't know what this son has become in the eyes of his partial father!

 Laris's eyes fell on the queen's feet under the hem of her skirt, and he said noncommittally: “It's not that you don't need allies, it's just that you can't find suitable allies.”

 “Haha, interesting.”

Alison was quite annoyed and asked: "Rhaegar is firmly on the high platform, and my child has become a **** in his hands. Where do you want me to find allies who can compete with him?"

 As a crown prince, Rhaegar's character and style are obvious to all.

Thinking about it carefully, the only person most suitable for marriage at present is the second son Aemond.

Allison regained his senses and analyzed: "Boros is reckless and selfish. Even if Aemond marries one of his daughters, he will only be loyal to the person on the Iron Throne."

Her son is just a marriage tool, and every noble knows this unwritten rule.

After saying that, he smiled shyly at Allison and walked away with his crooked feet in his iron shoes.

She still couldn't believe the sinister intentions of the other party.

 “Why?”

 “You're crazy!”

　　After a pause, he added: "Volantis also has his footprints."

 Laris was unmoved and said calmly: "If you believe me, just give Prince Aemond some good advice."

 “Say something quickly, I have to go back and rest.” Allison was not in the mood to listen to his chatter, and urged him impatiently.

"Don't worry, I have already selected the candidates for our allies. We still need a little capital." Laris' eyes were wandering.

 Laris had a smile on his lips and said calmly: "Queen, I hope you can persuade Prince Aemond to marry one of the Four Storms, preferably the oldest Cassandra."

Laris lowered his head, put his hands on the scepter to support his chin, and talked eloquently: "The strength of the Baratheon family is not as weak as we have seen. If Prince Aemond can marry Lord Boros's daughter, then... "

 She was not a fool, and she understood the deep meaning of Larisse's words instantly.

At the beginning of Otto's return to King's Landing, he was hampered by the street improvement plan for three years.

 In this way, the succession of power is the safest.

The temptation to steal the rights of a Duke is so great that one loses one's mind.

Who dares to risk being resented by the future king by forming an alliance with her?

Lalith didn't think so, and said as if asking: “Yes! As we all know, Lord Borros has no brothers or sons. If something happens to him, who should manage Storm's End Castle?”

Allison noticed his gaze, pulled the hem of his skirt to cover his feet, and said politely: "My father has other plans. He is more inclined to family interests."

 At the moment, she has just gained a say in the Imperial Council. She only wants to benefit herself and the family, and will never sacrifice herself for her daughter.

 “It seems you have thought of the key.”

Allison's heart trembled, and he asked tremblingly: "Even if you succeed, who are your allies?"

Laris shook his head and smiled apologetically: "Of course, being wily is not my disparagement of him."

As soon as he said this, Allison's head buzzed and he froze in place.

She was so angry that she forgot about her husband's cautious character.

"No! I never counted on the wily Lord Otto."

Allison's eyes narrowed and he picked at his nails subconsciously.

Laris stood up holding the scepter and said: "After hearing Mrs. Sven's accusation, I specially sent a little bug to check the movements of Prince Damon. He did rob the ships of the Three Women Kingdom."

“Lord Bomond has only one heir, Boros, who is already the actual ruler of Storm's End.”

 “What does this mean?” Allison's mind went blank.

  Laris lowered his eyes: "Someone is planning a war, and war requires an army, especially the sea fleet of Storm's End."

Rega occupies the jurisprudence and his position is unshakable.

Allison growled, his eyes turned red: "Boros is a Duke of the First Realm, and there are countless guards around him. Why do you think so?"

 Leason rolled his eyes and retorted matter-of-factly.

Allison picked at the flesh on his nails and swallowed: "You...what do you mean?"

Lalis stared at her silently and smiled: "Queen, what if the person in charge of Storm's End is not Lord Boros?"

"impossible."

  She was still secretly happy that Aegon rejected the Four Storms, and planned to bring him and Helena together.

 While talking, there is always a calmness of victory in the posture of inferiority.

 Laris endured with good temper, his eyes twinkling: "Prince Aegon refused to look at the Four Storms. According to the king's character, another prince should be selected to continue the marriage."

 He said it clearly enough.

  Seize the power of Storm's End and win over the ambitious people who plan for war.

 What a good plan, enough to stir up huge waves from calm waters.

Allison stayed on the spot, thinking about the feasibility of what Larisse said.

 She said no words to stop him.

  She knows that what the other party says makes sense and can bring her a great increase in power.

Campfire.

Rhaegar looked around at the crowd around the campfire, gathered up his clothes and walked towards his tent.

 Father and ministers will rejoice all night long.

He didn't like the noisy shouting and the pungent smell of alcohol, so he wanted to go back and rest early.

Passing by a remote place where a campfire was dim, two figures caught his attention.

 Allison in a green dress, Larys Strong holding a scepter.

Rhaegar stopped and stood sideways behind a pillar tied with colorful ribbons.

 He had known about the relationship between the two a long time ago, so he refused Laris's advances and approach.

I just don't know what the two of them are talking about this time?

 After a while, Laris struggled to leave with his scepter.

 Allison stopped for a moment, then changed the direction and walked away quickly.

Watching the two people leave one after another, Rega walked out from behind the pillar with a look of inquiry in his eyes.    "What's Alisson going to do again?"

Rhaegar murmured to himself, his eyes filled with coldness.

 After pondering for a while, he moved his steps and continued to return to the camp.

 Allison's latest worry is Aegon and Helena's marriage.

 To exaggerate a bit, blame him for beating Aegon and feeling dissatisfied.

 For the rest, he could not imagine the motive.

　　“When you go back, bring Tormund back from the Mushroom Collection. His eyes are sharper than mine.”

Rhaegar walked, thinking silently.

 In a blink of an eye, several days passed.

 The last day of hunting in the royal forest.

It was still early morning, and the sun shone through a thin layer of dense leaves, adding a sense of remoteness to the already silent mountain forest.

 “Rhaegar, wake up.”

In the camp, Rhaenyra was fully dressed and sitting by the bed, trying to wake up Rhaegar who was sleeping late.

Rhaegar frowned slightly, immersed in a green dream.

In the dream, the mountains and forests are endless, the streams are flowing, and the birds are flying on the branches and chirping.

A majestic white deer walked slowly out of the bushes, jumped across the stream with a graceful posture, and jumped to the stone beach on the other side.

"YoYo…"

The white deer raised its head and croaked softly, lying down to drink water.

 A hidden arrow struck, hitting the white deer's neck accurately, and the glowing black arrow penetrated the flesh in an instant.

"YoYo…"

Suffering a fatal injury, the white deer whined in pain and collapsed on the ground kicking its hooves wildly.

Soon, the white deer was dying and dying in a pool of blood.

 The dream then shattered.

 Outside, Rhaegar opened his eyes hazy, with a blank look on his face.

Rhaenyra frowned, reached out and tugged on his ears, and warned: "Today is the last hunt, don't keep father waiting."

Rhaegar rubbed his eyes and said reluctantly, "I know, I'll get up right away."

 Speaking, he got up with his upper body naked, suddenly put his arms around his slender waist, and kissed her pretty face.

 “Rhaegar!”

Rhaenyra blushed deeply and slapped her hard several times.

After a while of joking, Rhaegar, wearing a black hunting suit, walked out of the camp.

Looking up at the rising sun, I took a deep breath.

 He dreamed of a white deer.

 The other party was killed.

Rhaegar shook his head and said strangely: "There really is a white deer in the Kingswood."

That white deer is still his friend.

You have to go and take a look, don't really ask some noble to hunt down the white deer.

 After a busy day, it's late.

 The nobles who went out for hunting returned to the camp and held the last grand bonfire party.

 Surrounding a giant bonfire in the center of the camp, open-air tables were filled with food and drinks, adding a bit of confusion to the carnival.

Rhaegar stayed in a less noisy corner, resting on Rhaenyra's lap.

Rhaenyra cut off a piece of roasted mutton, fed it to his mouth, and asked casually: "What's the harvest today?"

"No." Rhaegar accepted the feeding and rubbed his head: "After being a supervisor for a day, it's a good thing that there is no one."

The white deer did not appear at all, and the dream was not confirmed.

Rhaenyra raised her eyebrows, but didn't quite understand.

 On second thought, Rhaegar said it was okay, so she didn't care.

He turned his head slightly and looked at the liveliest area next to the bonfire, watching a chaotic celebration.

 There, the nobles gathered and rejoiced.

Viserys was beside the campfire, holding a bottle of summer red in his hand, hugging his brother Daemon and laughing.

Damon looked helpless, patted his brother on the shoulder, and helped him sit down at the dining table.

 “Sir, I'll give you some wine.”

As soon as I sat down, a soft and charming female voice came to my ears.

Damon turned his head, and Bolos' bloated figure appeared in his sight.

Bolos was sitting at the next table with a plate full of dishes. While eating, he was bragging and showing off to a group of vassals.

 A woman with beautiful appearance and plump figure walked over.

The woman has flaming red lips, wavy black hair, and green pupils. Every move she makes is charming.

Damon glanced around and his eyes fell on the woman's proud chest.

Even Dimon, who has dated countless women, has to admit it.

 Very big-hearted!

　　The woman poured a glass of wine for Bolos, which made him laugh, mistakenly thinking that the maid wanted to reach out and make love.

 The woman nimbly dodged away, gave him a wink, turned around and left the dining table.

  Turning his head, he found Damon who was very interested.

 “Prince, you are so handsome.”

 The woman twisted her waist and came closer, praising him with charming eyes.

 (End of this chapter)

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