Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day Chapter 384

Chapter 384 Alisson's Resentment

　　　, after dinner.

Viserys finished reviewing the memorial and returned to his home in a depressed mood.

“Your Majesty.”

In the room, Allison had been preparing for a long time and lit two romantic red candles on the round table.

"has not rested yet?"

Viserys forced a smile and noticed his well-dressed wife and the ambiguous atmosphere.

The lower body moved slightly, and then stopped.

As soon as the war started, his pressure increased day by day.

Rhaegar captured Myr and Lys, and Helena rushed to the aid of Seagull Town. These good news never stopped.

Allison broke away from her husband's arms and said seriously: "Don't you understand yet? They went to the battlefield for you, for Rhaegar who entrusted you with everything."

Hold his melancholy wife in his arms and whispered comfort: "The children have grown up and have their own ideas."

Rhaenyra wanted to tear her bones apart. How could Rhaegar, who had been raised under her care, be close to her?

Compared to her two siblings who were indifferent to her, her stepmother tolerated them all the time.

Alison sat down next to him, lifted up a strand of hair, and asked softly: "Is Aemond going to the battlefield too?"

Viserys breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the soup and drank hard.

Viserys' face stiffened and he said solemnly: “Rhaegar is also your child.”

Standing where he was, Viserys looked slightly embarrassed.

She must let the other person understand who her child is putting herself in danger for!

People with weak personalities tend to be more sensitive to emotions.

"Well…"

"Viserys, I am their mother. How can a mother not worry about her children?"

Allison heard the dissatisfaction in the words and pretended to be pitiful: "Aemond is still very young. He just wants to defend the kingdom for his father and gain your attention."

He also wants to fly out of King's Landing with Wormisor and recreate the father-son army that went into battle during the reign of King Renrui.

She is not a hungry woman, and her husband's affection is dispensable. She dislikes it more often than not.

"Luckily there's you."

Viserys was speechless and couldn't think of a word to retort.

She wanted to put on a show to gain her husband's sympathy.

The daily surprises and joys greatly stimulated his already fragile nerves.

Viserys put down his spoon after hearing this. He could no longer drink the fragrant snake soup.

Viserys paused while drinking the soup, then remembered the annoyance of being rejected by the minister, and said with a gun and a stick: "Behead that kid first and then show off. I, as a father, can't stop him."

Although my wife is beautiful, her already injured body is a bit overwhelmed.

Allison looked aggrieved and asked, "When did he consider me a mother?"

Viserys said something perfunctory, feeling quite on pins and needles.

Allison's eyes were blank, and he said sadly: “Except for little Darren, all my children appeared on the battlefield.”

Allison raised his slender eyebrows and said with a smile: "Sit down quickly, I've made snake soup for you. I heard the bachelor said it's very good for the body."

“You are the king, your health is the most important thing, so go to bed early tonight.”

“That's good, I can't help but taste it.”

Viserys felt ridiculous and asked bluntly.

Unintentional lament, full of worry.

As taught by the Hightowers: Honor, Sacrifice, Preservation.

However, my husband is a master at pretending to be confused. He cannot communicate unless he speaks frankly.

　Allison's eyes were red, and he dug his hands together unconsciously.

Allison filled a bowl of soup with her own hands, implicitly easing her husband's worries.

Viserys sighed after hearing this, covered his forehead and said: "It seems that when the war is over, it is time for us to hold a family meeting."

“I...at least did my duty.”

Happiness in bed with Allison has become a good way to vent his anger for the past month.

“Do you consider Rhaegar your own son?”

He did not care enough for his second sons and daughters. It is understandable that Aemond would want to imitate Helena.

The children are all very promising, which makes his father who keeps the house seem very mediocre.

Everyone says that stepmothers are vicious, but who knows the difficulties that stepmothers face?

The conflicts between the eldest son and his wife Allison are accumulating day by day, and sooner or later an unpredictable conflict will break out.

Fortunately, the eldest son is good enough to overwhelm several younger half-brothers and sisters.

Even if the issue is made clear, there is no need to worry about conflicts breaking out in advance.

Allison was anxious and angry. He gritted his teeth and said: "What can we discuss? It's not another form of favoritism."

“I'm trying to level a bowl of water.”

Viserys was exhausted both physically and mentally, and his tone became more serious: "Until then, stop arguing."

Allison pursed his lips, took a deep breath and turned his head.

It is useless to argue, and her husband is not a character who can get results from arguments.

The bedroom fell into a brief silence.

Until the soup stopped steaming, Viserys' stiff face softened and he was relieved again: "Think on the bright side, the war is going well, and our children are safe."

He specifically insisted on the word "we".

Allison sneered inwardly, but maintained a gentle image on the outside, saying: "The Dornish people are dangerous and cunning. They once shot down a dragon. Aemond is not safe."

“That was Meraxes flying too low, it was an unforeseen accident.”

Viserys was speechless and affirmed: "Dorne invaded the Stormlands, the battlefield is flat, and the dragon is invincible."

The fury of the War of Conquest set a prairie fire, and a plain battle burned to death a hundred thousand troops from the Reach and the Western Territories.

In the open plains, Viserys had full confidence in the dragons.

"Viserys, don't you understand what I mean?"

Allison slapped his forehead and said helplessly: "My child is for you, for... forget it, just treat it as serving the kingdom."

Her eyes met Viserys's and she emphasized: "I just want to say, don't always focus on your children, love my children more."

“They are also giving and sacrificing!”

Viserys had complicated eyes and remained silent.

He seemed to understand what Alisson was thinking. After conquering the Three Women's Kingdom, the kingdom's territory will be expanded, and rewards will become an important event.

Allison is asking for payment for "her children".

Viserys looked away and said in despair: "I remember it all in my heart."

“If you don't say it, you will choose to forget it.” Allison said silently.

Viserys shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Whatever you think, I will not treat the children badly, and Rhaegar will not treat his younger brothers and sisters badly."

After the words fell, there was another silence.

After a while, Allison wiped the corners of his eyes, not caring about picking out his **** nails, and helped her husband get up and go back to bed to rest.

Before extinguishing the candles, take the initiative to chat: "Helena sent me a letter, Lannar returned to Tidehead Island, and Rhaegar transferred her back to Dragonstone to stay with Rhaenyra."

“How do the two sisters get along well?”

“Rhaenayla is pregnant, and her attendants serve her well.”

Early the next morning.

News of the Dornish invasion reached Lys, and the letter landed on the desk of the Governor's House.

Thrax jumped around wildly, shaking his big head, flapping his wings and slowly taking off.

Rhaegar read the letter and slapped it on the head, suppressing it on the spot.

Thrax kicked his hind legs wildly, his misty wings lying on the table, and screamed indignantly.

“Let's play.”

Rhaegar swung it out with his tail, letting the young dragon fly with difficulty in balancing in mid-air.

Thrax opened the scarlet dragon's kiss and wanted to take revenge on the hatcher.

Rega didn't even raise his head, an inexplicable sense of oppression was released unconsciously.

Thrax was startled and subconsciously closed the dragon's kiss.

Poof!

The tiny dragon flames that had accumulated exploded in his mouth, causing the young dragon to tremble all over.

Thrax's head was dizzy, a black smoke came out of Dragon Kiss, and he fell to the ground with an uncontrollable thud.

“Hee hee, the little guy is so funny.”

Johanna watched the whole process, her eyes as affectionate as water flowing between the person and the dragon.

She took refuge in the Iron Throne, and her power and status rose step by step.

　　The former lover and intelligence steward of the Governor, the High Steward of Lys who was promoted to the heir to the Iron Throne.

Rhaegar glanced at her and said calmly: "Are you done with your work?"

Johanna's smile faltered, and her dignified demeanor almost lost its balance.

With hundreds of thousands of mouths waiting for her to feed, there is no time for leisure.

Rhaegar was too lazy to pay attention to her and took out a pen and paper to write letters, one to King's Landing and one to Storm's End.

The invasion of Dorne was expected, but I didn't expect to choose this time.

I thought I would choose to attack Lys, thus triggering a two-front war.

Hence, it can be seen that the so-called Three Women's Kingdom and Dorne Alliance are also pursuing their own interests.

Johanna asked for trouble and had to work honestly. She asked, "Prince, Tyrosh has been under siege for a long time, and Daemon has urged him several times."

“Is Lord Tyrosh's attitude as tough as ever?”

Rhaegar was writing and chatting at the same time.

　　Johanna looked serious: "Mirov is a mercenary. He believes in the principle of licking blood with a knife and will not surrender easily."

“The rich people and grassroots people in Tyrosh didn't react at all?”

Rhaegar changed his perspective.

The fleet blocked the port and stopped all trade.

Whether it is affecting the wealthy who make money, or the panicked civilians and slaves, everyone should respond.

Looking at the sieges throughout the history of Westeros, as well as the chaotic wars in dreams.

The top priority has always been to attack the heart, and the second priority is to attack the city.

He and Aunt Rhaenys sat in Lys and Myr, and killed the Lord of Tyrosh.

Johanna frowned slightly and said: "Mirov burned two city-states to encourage the common people to resist the Iron Throne army, while the rich and slaves were forcibly managed by him."

Common people are a group of blind and ignorant fools in every era. They believe whatever the people at the top say.

　　A small group of wealthy people and slaves without human rights were difficult to manipulate and could be suppressed directly by force.

Hearing this, Rhaegar couldn't help but sneer: "Tylosi relies on the rich to govern the city. He is dying slowly by threatening the rich."

The great kings of Tyrosh in the past dynasties only took office by bribing powerful and wealthy people with large amounts of money.

This bad custom is still used today, and the people of Tyrosh don't think it's wrong at all.

According to them, a person who can't even bribe is not qualified to lead them to make money.

Johanna smiled and agreed very much.

Don't underestimate the customs and customs of a place, that is the key to governance.

Rhaegar wrote the letter quickly and gave instructions: "If Braavos doesn't take action, Tyrosh won't be able to hold on for long. Inform Daemon to keep the siege for another half month."

This is probably the time limit when the wealthy people of Tyrosh cannot bear the seizure and resist Milov's tyranny.

In addition, Rhaegar pondered for a moment: "The people of Dorne are strong and the soldiers are high-spirited. I'm afraid Aemond will not be able to withstand the pressure."

At the critical moment of the Narrow Sea War, it would be best for her father and Helena to stay at King's Landing and Dragonstone.

Outside the narrow sea, there are five dragon masters in total.

He and Aunt Rhaenys guarded a castle alone, unable to move easily.

Aegon plays an important role in guarding the Stepstone Islands and overseeing the shipping of supplies.

Needless to say, Daemon besieged Tyrosh at all times and could not drive them away.

Grabbing his silver hair, Rhaegar thought thoughtfully: "Write a letter to the sea serpent and transfer Lanino back to the storm land. There is no future in patrolling the sea."

Johanna's eyes flickered and she obeyed: "Yes, Prince."

She likes smart partners.

Especially, the prince's calmness and demeanor in strategizing are much better than those of his previous partners.

(End of this chapter)

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