Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day Chapter 388

Chapter 388: First meeting in the mirror

With a sudden effort, Lanner's screams became more miserable.

Just by listening to the sound, you can imagine the severe pain.

Crunch—

The door to the attic opened, and an old bachelor with a wrinkled face ran out in small steps.

Dimeng's face changed slightly and he stepped forward to greet him.

The old bachelor was sweating profusely and lowered his voice: "She is pregnant in ten months, and Mrs. Lanner is only eight months old. It is difficult for a premature baby to be born safely."

Lanner was pregnant at the beginning of the year, at the end of July, no more, no less than eight months.

Based on the medical conditions in Westeros, there is no difference between premature birth and dystocia.

　　Da Meng was startled when he heard this, glanced at the attic, and asked: "Is there any way to ensure a smooth delivery?"

“I learned a set of massage and midwifery skills in the school city, but it is not useful for every mother.”

Damon was silent, staring straight at his wife, muttering to himself: "My brave wife."

boom-

The old bachelor ran out the door again, his skinny hands covered with blood.

Lannar's first childbirth went smoothly, and she gave birth to twin girls at one go.

The birth was not over yet, and Lanner's screams gradually became weaker.

He stopped at the corner of the door, turned sideways and looked inside.

Looking at the other party's depressed state, Rega took a breath and also chose to ignore it.

Having given birth once, it should be safe to give birth again.

Rhaegar came quietly and leaned against the wall to listen.

The old bachelor was helpless and said he would try his best.

Daemon glanced at him, tore off the cloak from behind and threw it away, and continued to walk around the attic door.

Lannar helped him win the battle to capture Tyrosh.

Rhaegar walked closer with serious eyes.

"uncle."

Dimon was thinking about his wife's premature birth, and his mind went blank.

For a time, the only thing left in the huge vestibule was the low roar of Vhagar.

In the spacious hall, a large bed was temporarily placed, and several prostitutes in coquettish clothes carried water basins to help.

Just like that, neither uncle nor nephew spoke, and each found a corner to wander around.

The old bachelor wiped his sweat, quickly returned to the attic and closed the door.

“It's a difficult time for women to give birth.”

Having walked halfway, he stopped again.

Before coming, he had a lot to say.

Damon looked worried and hesitated to speak.

The old bachelor followed quickly and said sadly: "I'm very sorry, Prince."

Lannar spread her legs and knelt down, lying on the bed, holding the sheets tightly with her hands and wailing miserably.

Long time.

Rhaegar sighed secretly and distanced himself from Daemon.

He had noticed the arrival of his good nephew a long time ago and deliberately ignored it.

Damon's heart sank, and he walked around the other party towards the attic.

Rhaegar thought of Rhaenyra, and the shadow of his mother's difficult childbirth arose in his heart.

This old dragon felt the pain of its driver and let out a wail of sadness mixed with anger.

Damon was in a daze for a moment, patted the other party's shoulder, and said seriously: "Go, protect my wife and children."

“Hard...Madam...hard...”

Haven't had a chance to breathe yet, fighting alone on the delivery bed.

“Ah…ha…”

“I will inform you at any time if there is any situation.”

The old bachelor looked melancholy and said apologetically: "I really can't do anything. The child refuses to come out."

Damon stared blankly, turned around when the door was closed, and scratched his long hair in confusion.

A loose white skirt was put on her body, and her lower body was stained with blood, making her wails even more desperate.

　　It was inappropriate to say those words when Lanner gave birth to a baby.

Lannar is his recognized cousin and tribesman, the driver of Vhagar, and he has no intention of leaving.

“Madam...you have to use force...”

“Ah... come out quickly...”

Lanner's voice was hoarse when she shouted, her whole body was so tense that she was shaking, and tears flowed unconsciously.

pain! Too much pain!

The prostitutes were eager to persuade her, wipe her sweat, and check the production status.

There was no one in the Maharaja's residence, and the civilian doctors in the surrounding areas were unable to hide and were unwilling to help the invaders with treatment.

The only assistants that can be found are prostitutes and female slaves who have given birth.

The old bachelor hesitated and said, "We can cut open the uterus and remove the fetus through abdominal dissection, but I can't guarantee that the child will survive."

Rhaegar raised his head suddenly, staring at Daemon and the old maester.

His mother died by caesarean section.

Dimon obviously thought of this as well and glanced at his nephew in the corner.

Without thinking too much, Damon asked hopefully: "Can the child's mother escape?"

Compared with a child who does not know whether he is alive or dead, he hopes that his wife will be safe.

The old bachelor lowered his eyelids and shook his head helplessly.

If a woman has a difficult delivery, both the mother and the child will die.

After disembowelment to retrieve the child, at least the child still has a chance of survival.

Damon's head banged, and he was stunned on the spot, unable to tell north from south.

Subconsciously he looked at his wailing wife. His eyes were helpless and he couldn't say a word.

“Prince, please make a decision as soon as possible.”

The old bachelor urged him with words, and every second he delayed was more dangerous.

Daemon was so distraught that he leaned against the wall and shook his head in silence.

He is not a man who values women's fertility.

In his eyes, a woman's birth bed is a natural battlefield.

On this battlefield, he was not qualified to make a choice for Lanner.

"prince…"

The old scholar wanted to persuade, but found that there was no reason.

“Why not choose?”

Rhaegar spoke suddenly.

Damon turned to look at him and licked his dry lips.

Rhaegar walked up to his uncle with serious eyes and said, "Lanael is dying, you have to make a choice."

“No!” Damon shook his head: “I can't decide whether she lives or dies.”

“But she needs a decision.”

Rhaegar said decisively.

Damon still shook his head and said in a low voice: "My brother made a choice once. He may have won, but I don't want to gamble."

Rhaegar cried once when he was born, and then fell into a deep sleep that lasted for three years.

Had it not been for the treatment by foreign witches, I might not have been able to wake up. His brother was born earlier than him. He was the king of a country. He married the woman he loved, had the throne and had heirs. He was always luckier than him.

Dimon considers himself an unlucky person and does not want to play this game.

Rhaegar had a complicated mood, lowered his head and smiled: "You are right, no one can decide life or death for others."

He punched his shoulder with his fist, walked around the corner and walked into the hall, and said in a deep voice: "Then ask the person involved about his wishes."

“Ah…come out…ha…”

Lanna'er was sweating profusely, screaming and gradually becoming weak and exhausted.

Hearing the footsteps, Lanner took a deep breath, lying on the bed and staring blankly.

Seeing Rega dressed in black, he smiled bitterly: "I don't want to die in such an embarrassing way."

She heard the conversation around the corner and became aware of her situation.

The baby has refused to come out, and there is no feeling at all like the last time I gave birth.

This child will probably not survive.

Rhaegar walked to the bedside and whispered: "The choice is yours, I will try my best to ensure your safety."

Flip your wrist and take out a glass candle.

Stretched out the palm of his right hand and cut it deeply. The bright red blood dyed the seven-color glass red.

“Look carefully, you only have one chance.”

Rhaegar reminded him and stretched out his intact left hand.

“Hiss…”

Plumes of black smoke came out, and the sound of snakes spitting messages was heard.

Lanner's eyes widened and she saw a strange little dark snake emerge from the air and land on the **** palm of Rhaegar's right hand.

Zila…

A puff of black smoke rose from the palm of his hand. The little snake opened its toothless mouth that was not suitable for its size and quickly ate the black smoke.

　After eating up the black smoke and wiping it clean, the wounds on the palms will be restored as before.

“Blood Witchcraft?”

Lanner was in a daze, forgetting the pain for a moment.

She is a descendant of the oldest bloodline and the most powerful family in the kingdom. She has a clear understanding of blood witchcraft.

Having traveled around the Free Trade City for many years, she has seen too many strange people and strange people.

Rhaegar said: "Decide!"

“Pull open my belly.”

Lanner gritted her teeth and immediately made a decision.

You are going to die on both sides, so why not give it a try?

"very good."

Rhaegar nodded and motioned to the prostitutes: "Move her to the bed."

The prostitutes were still shocked by the mystery of blood witchcraft, so they quickly moved Lanner to bed.

“Ah…ha…”

The movement caused severe pain, Lanner gritted her teeth, lay on the bed and lifted up her blood-stained dress.

When a pregnant woman gives birth to a child, there is no distinction between men and women.

Rhaegar turned his head, his eyes fell on the two people at the corner, and said calmly: "Come here to operate the knife, do you think I know how to open a woman's uterus?"

"coming."

The old bachelor's eyes were shining, and he quickly prepared the belly-cutting tools.

Damon froze on the spot and took steps hesitantly.

He was greatly shocked.

It seems that the method of setting the sword on fire in the martial arts tournament is just the tip of the iceberg.

But that's not important. The key is that the wife can give birth safely.

The brief preparation work has passed.

Lannaer lay on the bed with her legs spread wide, and several prostitutes controlled her hands and feet.

Rhaegar held the glass candle in one hand and stroked her belly with the other.

The glass candle was lit, and the Ouroboros that appeared in its right hand moved restlessly.

He has two glass candles, one made of glass that casts the blessing spell, and one made of glass that casts the [Flower in the Mirror, Water and Moon].

Abdominal dissection will cut the uterus along with the side, and severe pain and bleeding can be fatal.

Ouroboros is not powerful enough and needs to be strengthened with magic spells.

When the old bachelor took out the knife and pointed it at the incision, Rega said solemnly: "Do it!"

"ah!"

Suddenly, screams resounded throughout the attic.

ten minutes later.

The bed was soaked with blood, and the screams had long since lost their vitality.

Lanna'er's eyes were full of despair, and she lay paralyzed on the bed with her neck stiffened.

Rhaegar's face turned pale, and he kept urging the Ouroboros, his eyes fixed on the candlelight of the glass candle.

As it turns out, disembowelment is more **** and cruel than he imagined.

He originally wanted to save the lives of Lanner and the child.

Nowadays, it seems that it is very rare to be able to keep one.

While his mind was shaking, the candle flame suddenly rose up, as if oil was exploding.

Rega's eyes narrowed, and his consciousness shifted instantly.

The blood on the glass candle is quickly sucked dry, and [Flower in the Mirror, Water and Moon] and [Vision of Dreams] are triggered at the same time.

"Ah, no…"

As soon as his consciousness became clear, a woman's scream rang in his ears.

The voice was very strange, but it felt inexplicably familiar.

Rhaegar was stunned for a moment and opened his eyes.

I am in a bedroom, and the coitus mural on the wall looks very familiar.

Looking around, Rhaegar was stunned on the spot.

On a delivery bed, a silver-blond woman was wailing miserably, with a **** **** in her round belly.

A group of familiar maids gathered around the bed, holding down the woman's hands and feet.

Beside the bedside, the young father was waiting anxiously, with his head lowered and his face struggling.

At the end of the bed, with a grave three feet high, the great bachelor Melos put his hand into the woman's belly and took it out with a gloomy expression.

“Viserys…no…”

The woman cried bitterly, and the pain caused her to shake her head violently.

Viserys was at a loss, closed his eyes and prayed to the Seven Gods.

Rhaegar witnessed this scene and quickly stared at the woman's face.

Long silver-gold hair, delicate facial features, and sweat flowing with fear.

The eyes are almost the same as Rhaenyra's, and a bit like Rhaegar's.

With just one glance, Rhaegar recognized the woman's identity and murmured: "Emma... mother."

(End of this chapter)

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