Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day Chapter 328

Chapter 328 Young Dragon Hatching—Moon Dance and Dawn

Crunch—

The door of the room was closed from the outside, and Aemond walked briskly through the corridor with a proud look on his face.

Aegon has woken up, and he is not crying or swearing as much as he imagined.

Sitting quietly on the bed, falling into some inexplicable thought.

He was really bored, so he slipped out first and prepared to go to the dragon's lair.

 As for the consequences of this matter, will there be any punishment?

Aemond paused in his steps, glanced back with disdain, and said sarcastically: "I have a dragon, and my father and mother are not in King's Landing. Who can punish me?"

 “Boy, you think you can escape, just accept the punishment!”

 Rhaegar sneered at the corner of his mouth, his tone full of threats.

The sun has not yet set, and the flaming clouds at dusk are like summer red flowers, becoming the background of this moment.

Aemond had a sad look on his face, staring dazedly at his elder brother who seemed to be standing upside down.

　　He was caught by the approaching Kingsguard before he could slip out of the Red Keep.

“You taught Aegon a lesson and took refuge in the dragon's lair. Are you looking down on me?”

I never expected that Imont dared to be in the red castle, and bought the murderousness at the expense.

The hall was empty. Rhaegar, dressed in plain white, sat at the head of the table, waving a quill to fill out a list.

 Time flies, and a week has passed.

Rhaegar slapped his head and said disgustedly: "Your purse and the money in it have been confiscated, I said so."

 This is a gathering place, with people coming and going in an endless stream, and a group of adults whispering about the situation.

Snapped-

Aemond's face was pale, his feet were tied to a noose, and his body was dangling in the air. There were two stiff corpses in rags and rags next to each other on the left and right.

 The conference table, which exudes the fragrance of wood, has a round porcelain plate inlaid in the center, holding six stone **** of different colors.

Laurent of the Kingsguard stood aside, with a sharp combination of bald head and sharp eyes.

 Llorente looked at the crown prince questioningly.

　　Represents a meeting involving six people that has just ended.

Rhaegar stood up, clapped his hands in disgust, and rubbed against Aemond again.

 “Did Aegon tell the truth?” Aemond gritted his teeth in pain.

Snapped-

Aemond still wanted to quibble, so a piece of rag torn from a dead man was stuffed into his mouth.

“It wasn't him, otherwise you wouldn't even be able to see the entrance to the secret passage.”

Rhaegar crossed his arms across his chest and stared at his third brother, who was hanging on the gallows with his head down.

Rhaegar leaned over and pinched Aemond's chin, turned his wrists towards the two corpses, and said dissatisfied: "Look, they died because of you, how do you feel?"

Rhaenyra leaned against the doorframe, pouting in disapproval.

 “Rhaegar, the meeting is over.”

At this time, three new gallows were nailed to the front yard of the Red Fort and were placed side by side.

Rhaegar rolled his eyes and said speechlessly: "No need to feed him water, he can handle it himself."

"It's a pity that the bag of golden dragons I worked so hard to save was not spent." Aemond's face turned red and he felt sorry for his money bag.

Rhaegar slapped him again and said coldly: "But you are a coward. You bribed two untouchables to sneak attack Aegon and retaliate against your own brother in a shameful way."

 He didn't understand, how could the other party dare to run to the dragon's lair?

 Aemond thumped vigorously, making vague complaints.

 “Woo, I want to pee…”

Rhaegar pushed the hanging Aemond and let it spin in mid-air, sighing softly: "Hang it until this time tomorrow, and give it some water every once in a while."

 “Prince, what should I do?”

There was a rhythmic pace in the corridor, and a graceful figure appeared in front of the open door.

Rhaegar shook his head, straightened the other man's head, and said disappointedly: "Aemond, it's up to you two to teach Aegon a lesson. I would even be happy to see you knock his sword away with your sword, and then pin him down. Shaking his fists on the ground."

 She wore a black waist-tunic dress today, with delicate light makeup, and her silky silver hair was tied back. She had a noble and capable temperament.

 Maegor's House, meeting hall.

　　When he heard Tormund report this, his mind shut down for a second.

 “I…woo woo…”

Eamond:…

Rhaegar stopped writing, lifted up the silver-blond hair that covered his eyes, and said deliberately: "Believe me, I don't really want to stay here."

“So, official duties have tied your hands and feet and refuse to let you ride the dragon with me?”

Rhaenyra had no expression on her face and winked at Stephen and Lotram who were guarding the door.

 The two white knights nodded together and silently stepped back.

With no outsiders present, Rhaenyra raised her eyebrows and approached menacingly, full of anger: "Rhaegar, haven't you noticed that we haven't seen each other for four days?"

"Forehead…"

Rhaegar blinked and said innocently: "But I feel that you are always by my side."

 “Cut the nonsense!”

Rhaenyra glared at him, picked up a few pieces of opened letter paper on the table, and read them bit by bit.

Although she does not know how to govern the country, if she does not help her brother share some of the burden, she is afraid that she will become a widow early.

Rhaegar resumed writing, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised: "No need to read it, that letter is from Oldtown Academy. They are electing a new grand maester."

Meros died, and the court could not live without a new grand maester.

“You are the only one who talks a lot.” Rhaenyra bit her silver teeth secretly and stepped on him hard.

Rhaegar groaned in pain and shut up.

Rhaenyra rolled her eyes angrily and continued reading the letter.

In the school city's election list, Orville was the first to be selected, followed by several knowledgeable seniors.

 At the end, in order to express Meros' apology for humiliating his duties, the city sent an additional young bachelor to serve as the bachelor of records, splitting some of the original powers of the grand bachelor.

Rhaenyra frowned slightly and asked strangely: "Why does a single record maester feel a little weird?"

Rhaegar didn't even raise his head as he replied: "The Citadel has ill intentions towards the family's dragons. Orvel will not obey their orders. Just give it another reason."

 Clumsy means, disgusting.

If it weren't for the great influence of the city, and the nobles of Westeros cannot lack the assistance of bachelors, he would definitely ride a glutton and burn them all with dragon flames.

Rhaenyra raised her eyes in surprise, her eyes flashing with light.

I have to say that her father's vision is not bad, and Rega has been more politically sensitive than her since she was a child.

As if thinking of something happy, Rhaenyra pursed her lips and snickered, reading another letter.

I'm afraid it will be difficult to travel with the dragon, so I simply accompany him to handle government affairs.

Looking at the sender, he signed it "Hiliu Freer". Rhaegar put down the pen and said with two minds: "The letter confirms that Daemon indeed robbed ships on the Stepstone Islands and is suspected of provoking a war."

After thinking for a while, he said calmly: "Look at the next letter. The letter is from the red-robed witch of Volantis, describing the legend of the red comet. She requested to cross the Narrow Sea to spread R'hllor's faith in Westeros. "

 He vaguely guessed Daemon's plan to use war to plunder a territory outside the narrow sea.

 To be honest, it's a good idea, but you have to choose the right time.

 Whenever he has time, he will ask his father to warn this good uncle.

The red-robed witch's letter did have some merits. At least it made him understand that red meteors are called red comets and can cause fluctuations in magic tides.

According to the red robe witch, the red comet only lands once every few hundred years.

The last time a red comet appeared was before the apocalypse.

This time the red comet landed, and the magic tide began to rise, but the rise was very unstable, sometimes turbulent and sometimes calm.

The red-robed witch reminded him that he had better prepare and agree to R'hllor's faith to set foot in Westeros. The king's power and the divine power should work together to deal with the upcoming unknown situation.

Rhaenyra read the words carefully, her purple eyes flashing solemnly.

 She doesn't quite understand terms like red comet and magic tide, but she understands that magic is linked to dragons.

 As long as the magic is strong, the dragon will live forever.

 When magic fails, the dragon will perish.

"We can't let R'hllor's faith spread to Westeros, it's too dangerous." Rhaenyra felt faintly uneasy.

Rhaegar said directly: "I refused, but I agreed that Shiliu would take her to Westeros for a tour."

The old priest in red robe could not predict the law of magic tide, and a witch in red robe who was not good at learning could not predict it.

However, the two parties can talk and exchange some knowledge about magic tides.

“Well done.” Rhaenyra raised her lips.

Lega smiled, filled in the last page of the list, and cheered: "A happy ending!"

　　Pushing the soles of his feet forward, the chair creaked and receded. Rhaegar leaned back lazily and said casually: "How is Aemond?"

"He left this morning. He was waiting for you to see him off, but he didn't know that someone had been immersed in work."

Rhaenyra picked up the list she had just filled out and gloated about it.

Rhaegar nodded, raised his legs on the conference table, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Aemond chose Cassandra to be engaged and officially embarked on the journey to **** his fiancée back to Storm's End.

Rhaenyra looked at the list and slightly opened her red lips: "The wasteland in the king's territory will be reclaimed, and three hundred oxen and a thousand wooden plows will be allocated..."

 After reading for a while, he was surprised: "Didn't we cultivate 3,000 acres of wasteland last year and support more than 1,000 tenants?"

“One withdrawal from the treasury cannot be just for three thousand acres of land. Of course, it must be followed up year by year.” Rega said as a matter of course.

 There are many wastelands in the royal territory, especially the mountains and lowlands around King's Landing.

Minister of Civil Affairs Otto took the lead, summoned more than 2,000 proletarians in Flea Bottom, and selected a piece of wasteland close to King's Landing for reclamation.

 For this purpose, a lot of money and food supplies were withdrawn from the treasury.

 Fortunately, the results were good. The royal family added 3,000 acres of medium-sized farmland and supported more than 1,000 laborers who persisted from beginning to end.

Rhaegar decided to step up the game, continue to open up wasteland for farming, and move the bottom population accumulated in King's Landing.

Rhaenyra frowned slightly and whispered: "There was no food left last year, and it was all fed to the cultivators. The treasury could not make ends meet."

 “It's not good to be self-sufficient.”

Rhaegar didn't care and said calmly: "We need to take a long-term view. In three to five years, the royal family will have tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands more acres of grain-producing fields."

 The land and climate in the royal territory are good, and the food produced from 100,000 acres of land is enough to feed an army of 5,000 people.

　　wave~

Before Rega could open his eyes, Wen Run sneak attacked the side of his face.

Before he could make any move, a pair of tight thighs wrapped in black trousers straddled his waist, easily subduing him.

As soon as he raised his eyes, Rhaenyra's beautiful face came into view, staring at him with a smile.

Rhaegar straightened his sitting posture, his eyes showing anticipation.

"Father is too cruel to you, but he is enjoying himself outside." Rhaenyra leaned forward, her long hair tied behind her head flowing down.

Rega pushed aside a strand of long hair that was in the way and said helplessly: "Father is creating time for me, but he is indeed too happy."

 He understood his father's good intentions and gave him enough time to become familiar with his rights.

After visiting Maidenpool, he took Allison to fly to Harrenhal to stay for a while. It is said that he spent three days indulging in the hot spring pool of Thousand Faces Islet.

 While Reggae was dumbfounded, his heart was filled with envy.

　　wave~

 Another sneak attack marked the corner of his lips. Rhaegar liked this kind of reward.

Rhaenyra's beautiful eyes flickered, she closed the distance between them, and exhaled like a blue breath: "You have to take time to spend time with me today."

"It's an honor." Rega's voice was magnetic, and he unconsciously put his arms around his slim waist.

The two silver hairs gradually came closer, and the images reflected in the glass window almost overlapped.

There was a loud knock on the door, accompanied by the little girl's surprise cry: “Princess, my dragon egg has broken its shell!”

Two dark-skinned little girls hurried into the conference hall, each holding a dragon egg.

 The two figures on the chair quickly separated, with a trace of water between them.

“Don't talk about Helena next time, your two adopted daughters are also very good at choosing the right time.”

Rhaegar's blurred eyes cleared and he complained teasingly.

 “Get out!”

Rhaenyra's cheeks were a little crimson because of anger. She wanted to get off her horse, but was stopped by a pair of big hands.

 “Rhaegar.”

Rhaenyra raised her eyebrows, her beautiful eyes showing warning.

Rhaegar winked provocatively, pretending not to hear him.

Having no choice but to do so, Rhaenyra puffed out her chest, turned around with great effort, and forced a smile: "Has your dragon egg hatched?"

　　Benila and Renya stood at the conference table, looking at their cousin and adoptive mother strangely.

　　When asked about the key, Benila nodded her head and said excitedly: "Look, my dragon egg is cracked."

 She held a light green dragon egg in her hand. The scaly eggshell cracked, revealing a little pink and white film.

 Through this film, you can clearly see a small shadow wriggling its body and hitting the film that blocks birth.

 Poof!

At this moment, a small green head broke through the weakness, blinking its amber vertical pupils and looking around blankly.

 Under the attention of several people, the young dragon broke through the eggshell little by little and its entire body emerged.

 Light green scales all over the body, pearl-colored mini horn crowns, moon-white wing membranes...

The baby dragon rolled and climbed up to the top of Benila's head, raised its head high, and let out the first neighing sound in its life.

Benila was extremely happy. She protected the baby dragon's side with her little hands and said happily: "My dragon has hatched, and its name is Moon Dancer."

 (End of this chapter)

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