Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day Chapter 330

Chapter 330 Young Dragon Dawn—Congenital Deficiency

Rhaegar took a quick glance and noticed this typical Northern Stark.

 All the vassals came to greet them, and soon it was the turn of the members of the Stark family.

The knights of the North wrapped in thick clothes guarded both sides. A middle-aged black-haired man stepped forward slowly, with a deep voice: "The North pays tribute to you, Prince Rhaegar."

“The people of the North are welcome to participate in the tourney, Lord Bennard.”

 Lega nodded lightly and responded with neither salt nor indifference.

 Bennard Stark, the former lord of Winterfell and the younger brother of Duke Rickon Stark, Warden of the North, is currently the regent of Winterfell.

Seemingly feeling that the prince's attitude towards him was ordinary, Bennard upheld Stark's excellent calmness and respectfully stepped down.

 After him, the Stark boy who came with him stepped forward.

He has a pair of piercing black eyes, shawl black curly hair, wearing a set of slightly old black clothes, and a ferret fur vest.

There was an endless stream of carriages pouring into the city gate, and two teams of knights carrying crowned stags and blue seahorses respectively appeared.

He understands Cregan's situation. His power has been evaded by the regent's uncle, and his treatment is much worse than that of Janey.

 The four sisters got out of the car, supported their mother, Mrs. Elena, and stood together slimly.

This boy was wearing a silk silver robe, with gold and silver ornaments hanging on his collar, chest, and belt, and his brows and eyes were full of pride.

 The team stopped in the open space. Aemond, who looked happy, opened the curtain of the car and jumped out of the frame first to shout.

Bennard was startled for a moment, a flash of astonishment flashed in his eyes, and then he realized, "Yes, Prince."

 The Four Storms also came to pay their respects, followed by the vassals of House Baratheon.

 “Hiss…”

Rhaegar ignored him and signaled Cregan to step aside to meet the other vassals.

A sharp dragon roar sounded again in the sky, and an ugly brown mud-colored dragon soared past and circled over Harrenhal.

"My fiancée helped me dress up." Aemond shrugged, his eyes mocking.

After Cregen finished his ceremony and stood up, Rhaegar looked him up and down, and was attracted by the heroic look in his eyebrows. He took the initiative and said, "I heard the bad news about Duke Rickon. Please forgive me for not attending the funeral in person."

Rhaegar looked down at him and said solemnly: "I accept your greetings, Duke Cregan."

The other one looked to be in his twenties, tall and strong, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, exuding a strong aura.

Rhaegar frowned slightly, knowing that he was not the target of ridicule. He glanced at Lady Elena and the Four Storms walking towards them from the corner of his eye.

However, he is older, probably about the same age as Boros.

 They are both heirs of the First Realm Guardian Family, and the difference between them is like clouds and mud.

 “Rhaegar, I'm back!”

The other person is handsome, with deep black eyes, black curly hair shawl, and is much taller than his peers. His mouth is covered with calluses.

 Lady Elena stepped forward to greet him, with a magnetic voice: "Baratheon greets you, dear Prince Rhaegar."

　　Two guys who are suspected of being illegitimate children are not qualified to see each other and stand alone together.

Under the incoming blue seahorse flag, the sea serpents Corliss and Rhaenys got out of the car hand in hand, followed by their eldest son Lanino and Celine Celtigar.

Looking carefully, the arrogance between his eyebrows and eyes are 40-50% similar to Boros.

 Feeling the Crown Prince's kindness, Cregen cleverly pretended not to know and silently gave up his position.

 A tall man, with a bloated body and rough facial features and short black hair. He looks quite like Boros Baratheon.

 “I wish you had your condolences, madam.” Rhaegar responded politely.

Looking at the furious Aemond, Rhaegar put his arms around his neck and said jokingly: "Good boy, you are dressed up so fancy, it seems you don't care about the bag of golden dragons anymore."

 For several months, Rhaenys stayed at Storm's End, single-handedly managing the marriage and engagement between Aemond and Cassandra, successfully settling a major event for the royal family.

Ignoring the four Cassandra sisters who were getting out of the car, Aemond approached in a majestic manner.

 The excitement is coming.

  Cregen Stark, only 13 years old, is the current Lord of Winterfell and the Guardian of the North.

Cassandra frowned slightly and wanted to stop him, but she didn't dare to speak.

 The words were appropriate and decent, exactly like the meticulous Stark family rumored to be.

Two meters away from Rhaegar, the young man knelt down on one knee and lowered his head respectfully: "Cregen Stark sends you my respectful greetings. I hope you will not be disturbed by the cold."

The two members of the great nobility, who wore the black and white swan badge and the purple lightning-pierced stars badge on their chests, stood beside the two illegitimate children, ignoring Lady Elena and her daughter.

Facing the Crown Prince's decent words, Cregan showed no timidity and said calmly: “As long as you remember his loyalty, my father will never blame you for your absence.”

At first glance, Rhaegar secretly guessed that the two of them were Boros's illegitimate brothers or heirs living abroad.

　　Patting Cregen's solid shoulder, Rhaegar looked at Bennard who was standing aside and said in a calm tone: “Next time, ask the Duke of Winterfell to salute me first. I remember that the Starks are a family that follows tradition.”

 In the Four Storms, apart from Cassandra and Aemond, the other three sisters stood next to their mother, Lady Elena.

What's strange is that behind the mother and daughter, they are not followed by Royce Cullen, but by two burly black-haired men.

Rhaegar admired this young duke who was neither humble nor overbearing. He unconsciously glanced at Elmon Tully, who was surrounding old Tully, and shook his head secretly.

Rhaegar glanced at them and saw that the two noble families were the Swin family from Stonehelm City and the Dondarrion family from Darkport City.

 “Interesting, they are all famous surnames in the Stormland.” Rhaegar's expression remained unchanged, he already knew it.

 The reception lasted for a long time, and a wheel palace with three red dragon flags arrived.

King Viserys joins hands with Queen Allison.

Viserys looked good, walked a little slowly, and greeted the ministers with a smile on his face.

 Allison's face was rosy, the depression between his brows was relieved a lot, and he entertained the women's family members in a gentle and generous manner.

 Seeing someone coming to socialize, Lei Jia's purple eyes flashed and he planned to retreat quietly.

The meeting has been completed, and the rest is left to my father to deal with.

"Rhaegar, there are too many guests. You should call Rhaenyra to help me."

 As soon as he took two steps back, Allison stared at him and asked helplessly.

Rhaegar pursed his lips, wondering: "She... I'll try." Seeing him looking like he had something to hide, Allison sighed secretly, waved his hand and stopped worrying.

Rhaegar breathed a sigh of relief, chatted with the ministers with a smile, and silently squeezed out of the crowd.

 Burn the King's Tower.

Rhaegar broke away from the noisy crowd and returned to his residence through the gravel garden.

The sound of gold and iron clashing sounded, and two figures competed with swordsmanship in the fine sandy open space in front of King Burning Tower.

 Aegon, naked to the waist, holding half a sword.

Alik Kagel is wearing silver armor and white robes, and has a solemn face.

 “Aha!…”

Aegon gritted his teeth, slashed with sword after sword, pressing forward step by step.

Alik took it calmly and resisted more than enough.

Rhaegar didn't even look at it. He shouted as he passed by: "Step steadily, don't be like a shrimp with soft feet."

Hearing this, Aegon's face darkened, he spread his legs and bent his knees, slashing the iron sword faster and faster.

 After being taught a lesson by Aemond, Aegon indulged himself for more than half a month and suddenly picked up the desire for swordsmanship.

Viserys and Allison were very happy, thinking that the boy had returned from his lost ways and was motivated.

Enter King Burning Tower, Rhaegar took the manually operated noose iron cage all the way up.

There is no other way. Harrenhal's five main towers are each taller than the last, and it takes at least half an hour to go up and down.

 The noose cage is a very good tool.

The top floor of the tower, the lord's private room.

Laurent of the Kingsguard is on duty, standing in front of the door of the solid wood house.

"How is Rhaenyra?" Rhaegar asked in a low voice, as if he was afraid of disturbing the rest of the room.

Laurent lowered his eyes and whispered: "The princess is awake, but she is still the same."

Rhaegar nodded and patted the other person's shoulder encouragingly.

Crunch—

 Pushing the door open, the aroma of desserts hits your nostrils.

Rhaenyra was sitting on her knees on the red carpet, her silky silver hair spread freely, and she was only wearing a thin white silk nightgown.

 A small desk was placed in front of her, which was crowded with countless desserts, cream cakes, and lamprey pie.

When Rhaegar came in, she was holding a piece of sliced ​​pie in one hand and a bottle of summer red in the other, filling her red lips with no image.

The movement was too big, and one shoulder strap of her nightgown slipped off, exposing a hint of white.

 Her legs were sitting under her round legs, and the skirt could not cover the white and greasy skin below her thighs at all.

At the first glance, Rega suddenly felt a headache and didn't know where to persuade him.

 “Hiss…”

 A high-pitched dragon roar came from the side.

Beside the wall at the door of the room, a pair of twin girls in white skirts squatted side by side, with a baby dragon lying in each arms.

Both little girls have long silver-gold hair. Their looks are inherited from their mother Lan Naer's beauty, and their facial features are exquisite and cute.

Benila's skin color is darker, closer to the light black of the sea snake Corlis, and she has a pair of round violet eyes.

Rhaena's skin color is lighter, similar to her mother Lanna's olive color, with a foreign color.

Rhaegar closed the door and asked with a smile, "Are you okay?"

"Ah, very good."

The twins nodded together, their braided heads swaying.

 “Hiss…”

In Benila's arms, there was a green baby dragon lying in her arms, with its eyes raised and its eyes neighing evilly at outsiders.

 This is the young dragon Yuewu, hatched from a dragon egg a few months ago.

The newly hatched baby dragon grows very quickly, and its size is already comparable to that of an ordinary shepherd dog. Its head is first exposed with a pearl-colored horn crown.

Like her sister, Renya also had a baby dragon lying in her arms, but the situation of the baby dragon was completely different.

Rhaegar leaned down to take a look. This young dragon had pale pink scales all over its body, a pair of black horn crests, and its wing membranes were monotonous moon white.

In terms of color combination alone, it looks as beautiful as a butterfly, so it's named Dawn.

 Unfortunately, this young dragon had an unfortunate fate.

Dawn hatched the night after Moon Dancer hatched, and the two young dragons were as sisters as twins.

 Over a few months, Yue Wu's body developed rapidly and her body grew vigorously.

Ling Ming seems to be born with deficiencies. She has been in a sickly state since hatching, and her body grows extremely slowly, only being the size of a domestic cat.

 At this moment, Dawn lay weakly in Renya's arms, her small dragon head moving slightly.

Rhaegar stroked Rhaena's head and asked softly: "How is your morning?"

“Fortunately, it ate a little bit of burnt mutton today.”

Renia spoke up, rubbing her little hand on Li Ming's back, and there was a hint of melancholy in her eyes.

 My sister's baby dragon is very healthy, but her baby dragon doesn't grow up and looks like it will die at any time.

 She was full of pity and worry for the baby dragon she hatched.

 (End of this chapter)

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