Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day Chapter 333

 Chapter 333 Rhaegar's End

 Everyone in the audience exclaimed and watched intently.

Cole, who was riding a white horse, continued to charge. The orange shield dotted with black dots on the orange base held by his other hand was smashed to pieces, and the wooden lance tip was broken.

 Behind him, the dark war horse raised its head and neighed, running desperately.

Cregan staggered on horseback, fell on the isolation fence, and was dragged forward passively by the war horse.

The shield with the direwolf's head painted on it in his hand was intact, the wooden lance was broken into two pieces, and a dent was poked out of the shoulder armor.

 Fortunately, I haven't fallen off my horse yet, and I still have the strength to fight.

On the platform above, Rhaegar smiled and watched with interest.

　　The two war horses were fighting before. The young and energetic Cregan was attacking but not defensive, and aimed at Cole's abdomen, intending to win with one blow.

Colle was very experienced and only had his lance to counterattack the opponent's shoulder armor, almost knocking him off his horse.

Rhaenyra glanced at him, twisted the ring on her finger, and murmured: "Chor is very skilled, as brave as ever."

He robbed the world-famous Rogar Bank, and the gold there was enough for him to spend decades after cultivating three thousand fearless men.

 Just with this composure and coping strategy, he is comparable to half of the outstanding veteran knights.

 “What a brave young man!”

Otto's face seemed to be affected by something, but he also joined in the praise: "The Starks of the North have always been courageous."

Kregen knew that he was inexperienced, so he pressed his upper body against the horse's back and thrust his wooden lance straight into his opponent's shield.

Kraken has a bow on his back, his eyes are as cold as a hungry wolf hunting for prey, and his lance is poking in mid-air.

 The squire provided a new wooden lance and shield. Cregen and Cole looked deeply and their horses collided again.

 Rhaegar would not be stupidly jealous.

 The charge became more and more fierce. As soon as the squire sent two lances, the two knights who were steadying their figures collided again.

 The players from both sides changed positions, the referee sounded the gong, and the second charge began.

 Different responses, similar results. This time it was Cole's turn to shatter the lance.

There were several battles in a row, and both of them remained undefeated at the cost of broken lances.

 The duel in the tourney continues.

　　In the time it takes to chat, the winner will be decided on the battlefield.

Young Stark is indeed powerful, and his strength alone is slightly stronger than that of the young and powerful Cole.

Rhaegar was startled when he heard this, and said with a strange look in his eyes: "Cole still wants to return to the palace to serve, so you should leave him some way out."

 Cole's strategy remains unchanged, holding a shield in one hand to block and a gun in the other to aim at the opponent's breastplate.

 One round passed, and both sides were shaken by the impact and almost fell off their horses.

Rhaenyra turned her head, picked up the dessert on the table and put it into her mouth.

Rhaegar couldn't stop smiling and shared the joy with Rhaenyra: "If they continue to fight, Harrenhal's lance reserves will be used up."

Ever since he became crown prince, Rhaenyra has gradually become estranged from him.

 Such a wonderful competition has already aroused the emotions of the audience to a climax. Their faces were red with excitement, and they cheered for the favorite contestant.

Two war horses passed each other, and the two knights tilted to the outside, and the wooden lances in their hands were shattered.

Cole did not dare to resist forcefully, so he raised his lance and struck each other with the opponent's lance to avoid being knocked off his horse.

The premise is that we can no longer carry out large-scale actions such as building Harrenhal, expanding the mushroom collection, and building competition grounds that waste people and money.

Cregen raised his elbow and hit the guardrail, supported his fallen body, and pulled the reins to steady the restless horse.

  Cregan and Cole clashed eight times in a row, breaking several lances and shields respectively. The duel was unexpectedly brutal.

After the death of Harold, the previous captain of the Kingsguard, Cole elected a new captain and turned his allegiance to his father.

Viserys, who was sitting on the throne, suddenly stood up and applauded.

The smile on Rega's face faltered, and he said angrily: "We can't move it. There is still a third left."

Rhaegar smiled, reached out to hold her hand, and continued to watch the contest.

"The vault under the Widow's Tower has been emptied?" Rhaenyra held a red grape in her lips, pretending to be innocent.

Col was once Rhaenyra's white knight. Rhaenyra had admired him since she was very young. This was no secret in the court.

 The wonderful scene just now was clearly visible to the whole audience.

 The ninth charge is launched.

Cregen straightened his waist and clamped the horse's belly, his forehead under the visor was dripping with sweat, and he couldn't help but panting.

 The disadvantage is that he is still young and his overall physical fitness is not fully developed.

Cole was also sweating profusely, staring at his opponent with his eyes fixed on his opponent, gritting his teeth and insisting on running wildly.

He no longer wants to garrison the deserted Bloodstone Island. He wants to return to King's Landing through this tourney.

 After the unanimous approval of Rhaegar and the Royal Council, it was decided to select a Kingsguard from the tourney. The news had already spread to the seven great nations.

 Col is here for this.

 The black horse and the white horse charge each other, and the light and shadow are intertwined and separated.

boom-

Kraken, who was wearing old plate armor, was stabbed in the lower ribs. He immediately became unstable and fell off his horse.

Colle stabbed hard, knocked down his opponent, and galloped to the finish line on his white horse.

 “Well done!”

 “Well done…”

 The winner was decided, and the crowd cheered loudly. It was as chaotic as a flea market.

The Unsullied One wearing black armor ran into the arena, bringing his attendants and maesters with him. After checking that Cregan's injury was not serious, he put him on a stretcher and quickly took him away.

 Cole raised his visor and spread his arms excitedly, enjoying the excitement of the audience.

 Looking sideways slightly, he glanced at the king and Rhaenyra who were sitting firmly on the high platform.

It's a pity that Viserys and Otto were laughing and celebrating, as if they had won the bet.

Rhaenyra drank tea boredly, and her figure was blocked by Rhaegar, who was wearing black armor.

 The warm-up is over and the main meal begins.

Rhaegar, who had been prepared for a long time, stood up, lowered his head and kissed the back of Rhaenyra's hand, and chuckled: "Don't you want to say some words of encouragement?"

　　Boo!

Rhaenyra hugged her neck and retorted, her eyes overflowing with warmth, and she solemnly said: "Come on, don't get hurt."

 “The person who hurt me hasn't grown up yet.”

Rhaegar gave him a tight hug and walked off the platform with a smile.

  After a while.

Rhaegar appeared on the field on a shining silver horse, holding a lance and shield.

  The fat referee beat the gongs and drums and shouted excitedly: "Let us celebrate the wonderful end of the last great battle and welcome Prince Rhaegar of the Targaryen family, the Breaker of Shackles, the Maker of Ashes, and the heir to the Iron Throne!"

Rhaegar held his helmet in one hand and raised his lance in the other, looking around the audience with bright eyes.

The audience applauded loudly, and many aristocratic ladies leaned on the guardrail to cheer and wave the garlands in their hands.

  It is the custom of the tourney that the knight accepts the encouragement wreath from a lady when he enters the arena.

 Happily enough, after winning the championship, the knight will receive a wreath of love and beauty, which can be given to the person of his choice.

Seeing that the atmosphere was only rising but not falling, the obese referee blushed and shouted: "Prince Rhaegar is about to choose his first opponent!"

 On one side of the isolation fence, a row of tall knights wearing armor and riding horses has been prepared, all of whom are candidates for the crown prince's opponents.

Amid cheers, Rhaegar put on the ferocious dragon-headed helmet and rode up to a dozen knights.

 The knights wear helmets, and their faces cannot be seen. They can only tell which family they belong to from the family emblems on their armor and shields.

Rhaegar glanced around. From left to right, there were bow hunters, roaring lions, green towers, blue, green and red stripes...

 After a circle, he took a fancy to a sturdy knight with a thick waist and a shield painted with a crowned stag.

 The reason is very simple. There are no men in the Baratheon family, and the other party is probably one of the illegitimate children who came with them.

Rhaegar intends to teach him a lesson for selling dog meat with a sheep's head.

 “Ahem…”

As soon as he raised his lance, the knight in silver armor with three-color stripes on his shield coughed muffledly, and his gray-blue eyes hidden under his visor stared at him coldly.

Rhaegar glanced away and rode up to the opponent.

Just by looking at the three-color striped family emblem, he recognized that the other person was Leonor's eldest son, the current commander of the city guard.

 Bonebreaker—Harwin Strong.

Rhaegar pointed the tip of his spear at him and said calmly: "Do you want to be my opponent?"

 “What an honor!” Harwin's face was solemn and his voice was cold.

Rhaegar was surprised. He didn't understand why the other party was so hostile, so he accepted it happily: “It's you.”

The referee hurriedly cheered: "In the first round of competition, Prince Rhaegar Targaryen chose the eldest son of the Hand of the King, Harwin Strong the Bonebreaker!"

On the high platform, Viserys smiled and turned to look at Leonor behind him.

 The meaning is very obvious, see how my eldest son beats your eldest son.

Leonor's face was dull and he sat upright with his head down without saying a word. It looked like he was full of things on his mind.

 On the competition ground, the players prepare individually.

Rhaegar rode around the dividing fence and headed for the open space below the high platform.

While passing a corner, he caught a glimpse of Tormund in a black and white robe from the corner of his eye.

Tormund's eyes were deep and he tilted his head to indicate the situation in the competition arena.

Rhaegar was suspicious and speculated about what happened. It was probably related to Harwin.

After the stunning sight, Rhaegar rode to the bottom of the high platform, looked up at Rhaenyra who was standing proudly, and said with a smile: "Where is my garland, hurry up and give me the blessing of invincibility."

Rhaenyra rolled her eyes at him and said happily: "Wait, I'll get it."

Rhaegar waited obediently, raising his wooden lance high, waiting for the moment when the wreath would be put on.

 At the same time, sitting in the ladies' seat at the front of the high platform, Janey, Margery, and the three ladies from the Four Storms were all watching him.

 “Hiss…”

 A sharp dragon roar suddenly sounded, and a light blue dragon shadow appeared over the competition field.

Rhaegar looked up and saw a pretty girl with silver-gold curly hair sitting on the saddle of Menghuo's silver-backed scales.

 With the opening scene of Gluttonous and Syracuse, Dream Fire did not cause much panic.

 Flapping his light blue wings, he gradually landed on the top platform where Syracuse had landed before.

 Helena is stunningly dressed, with a red lining, a sleeveless black coat, and matching black trousers and moccasin boots.

 She does not look like a pampered princess, but rather a heroic dragon knight.

 “Brother, I'm here to cheer you on.”

 Helena climbed down from the dragon's back quickly and ran forward excitedly carrying a white garland.

Rhaegar tilted his head, maintaining his usual kind smile.

I have been staying with Rhaenyra recently, and I haven't seen Helena for a long time.

 At first glance, the different costumes are almost unrecognizable.

 Helena is 13 years old. She has continued to practice swordsmanship in the past six months. Her height has increased rapidly and her growth has gradually matured.

　　In the original cute appearance, there is a bit of girlish charm.

Rhaegar raised his lance a little and politely declined: "No, this is the position reserved for Rhaenyra."

Rhaenyra happened to come over, holding a red wreath in her hand. She chuckled and said, "Not yet."

 (End of this chapter)

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