Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day Chapter 389

Chapter 389: Crown Prince for a Day?

“Ah… Rhaegar… come out quickly…”

Suddenly, Lanner's screams sounded again, calling out the name prepared for the fetus in her belly.

Rhaegar heard this cry, but the others in the mirror did not.

No, someone seems to have heard it.

Emma Aylin stopped screaming on the delivery bed, her pupils quickly dilated, and she repeated the name.

Rhaegar's heart trembled, and he almost couldn't tell the difference between reality and fiction.

The next second.

The mirror image is like a broken glass plate, falling apart in the blink of an eye.

The last scene is a baby crying.

The caesarean section gave him too much psychological stimulation, and his brain was a little confused.

Hearing this, the old bachelor started to sew with difficulty.

Sut up the wound first to speed up the healing of the flesh and blood.

The wounds were healed one after another, Lanner suddenly woke up, and the pain in her body was greatly relieved.

Cut off the twine, wipe the blood stains, and then sew the belly.

There was a lot of blood during the abdominal dissection, so I wiped it with cotton cloth washed at high temperature and sutured the wound with cotton thread.

“Did the child survive?”

The old bachelor was skillful in his skills. He determined that this method was feasible and quickly sewed up the wound.

“Hiss…”

Rhaegar looked at the prostitute whose expression changed greatly, nodded and said: "Stitches, ouroboros will speed up the wound healing."

Rhaegar didn't want the mirror to be shattered yet, so he stared at Emma Aelin blankly.

The outside world.

A baby cried, waking up Rhaegar who was staring at the candlelight.

“Come out, the child has come out.”

The old bachelor looked excited, holding a red and wrinkled baby covered in blood in his hands.

Stop the bleeding is the key.

In the mirror, every glance is a gift.

After a cry, the crying stopped abruptly.

The familiar voice is filled with sadness, and the mirror image disappears.

Lannar's eyes were blank, her breathing was barely noticeable, and her whole body was soaked with sweat.

The old bachelor handed the child to the prostitute to hold, took out needle and thread and asked tremblingly: "Prince, are you sure you want to suture the wound?"

This is his mother, a mother he has never seen.

At this time, we don't care about hygiene or wound infection.

The baby's limbs were drooped, with only its head and body held in a pair of big hands.

The Ouroboros squirmed twice and swallowed the last wisp of black smoke.

“Rhaegar?”

“Huhu~~”

There is no portrait of her in the Red Keep, and no trace of her in the Eyrie.

The Ouroboros lay on its belly twisting and turning, its body swallowing black smoke and becoming bloated, still absorbing the newly born black smoke.

The old bachelor didn't realize it yet, so he cut the umbilical cord with scissors.

Lanner looked around blankly, her lips bloodless.

“Wow~~”

The uterus was sutured and the wound healed quickly.

Rhaegar came to his senses in a daze, his palms pressed against his cold belly, channeling the remaining fire magic power.

“Have a good rest, your body is severely anemic.”

Rhaegar warned, silently stood up and walked out.

The abdomen and uterus are both incised, and there is almost no possibility of suturing.

A few minutes passed.

“Emma, did you say the child's name is Rhaegar?”

The mother in the mirror seemed to have a special reaction.

Perhaps, his mother, who is of Targaryen blood, is also a dreamwalker and collides with his dreams.

“Lannaer!”

Damon watched the whole process, hurriedly walked towards his wife, and passed by his nephew.

Rhaegar left the attic and found a pavilion to rest.

Empty the brain and release stress.

Vhagar stood up, supported the ruins with his broad wings, raised his head and let out a deep mournful cry.

It senses the emotions of the driver.

Intense sadness!

Rhaegar glanced at it and continued to close his eyes and relax.

Either it was held in for too long, or it was premature, and the child did not survive.

About a quarter of an hour later, Damon walked out of the attic holding a swaddle.

Rhaegar raised his head and closed his eyes. He heard the footsteps getting closer and closer, and said softly: "I tried my best."

He was not talking to Damon, but to Lanner.

“Lannaer fell asleep.”

Daemon looked down at the swaddling clothes and said, "You saved the child's mother."

Rhaegar opened his eyes and said calmly: "Congratulations, you haven't lost everything."

Lannaer is in exactly the same situation as her mother.

The difference is that a husband makes the choice and a husband leaves the choice to his wife.

Rhaegar helps Lannar, so why not help her mother who has never been masked.

“Rhaegar, I want to thank you.”

Damon looked disappointed and murmured: "But this child is not as lucky as you."

Both were named Rhaegar, and both only cried once when they were born.

However, his child will never open his eyes.

“Hehe~”

Rhaegar shook his head and laughed, and said bluntly: "Damon, you have been willful and willful in your life, and he may be your retribution."

Daemon remained silent, holding the baby's hand tightly.

Rhaegar was reluctant, tilted his head and asked: "You once called me the one-day crown prince, do you remember?"

Damon's face turned cold.

Rhaegar didn't care, pointed at the war outside the mansion, and said: "Look at what you did, destroying a city-state against orders."

“I took it.” Daemon's voice was cold.

Rhaegar dismissed it and sneered: "It's your greed and arrogance that's causing trouble."

"Your father promised to give me a city-state, and I will support myself." Daemon's eyes were gloomy. "Since you know that he promised to give you a city-state, why do you still make your own decisions?"

Lega laughed angrily and revealed the truth: "Every city-state's ownership must be strictly distributed. I originally planned to persuade my father to grant Lis to you, but you prefer Tyrosh."

“My brother never said he would reward me with a city-state, he just kept perfunctory me.”

At this point, Damon got really angry and expressed his long-suppressed resentment.

“What you want, when has your brother ever wronged you?”

Rhaegar was indignant and his voice could not help but rise.

Other than the Iron Throne and Rhaenyra, Viserys never gave Daemon anything he wanted.

Golden robe, honor, wealth…

Even if Rhaegar died as soon as he was born and Daemon did not say "Crown Prince for a Day", the heir might not necessarily have fallen on Rhaenyra.

Daemon glared and sneered at his statement.

A young boy who doesn't understand anything.

At first he had no intention of inheriting his brother's throne, but wanted to serve as the king's hand.

For this reason, in the first few years after his brother ascended the throne, he rotated almost all the positions of the Imperial Council.

Without exception, they were all criticized in various ways, and were eventually kicked out of the imperial council and reduced to the capital garrison.

You must know that even the commander of the city garrison is only a subordinate position of the Minister of Justice.

He is constantly being demoted!

Rhaegar looked directly at his good uncle, not bothering to say anything more.

He has a general understanding of the past of his father and brothers.

Daemon has an unpredictable personality and behaves arrogantly and surly.

For some reasons, the former Hand of the King Otto Hightower had a grudge against him, and the two often quarreled.

Over time, Dimon lost to Otto in the political struggle and was kicked out.

Rhaegar rubbed his tense eyebrows and said sternly: "You have captured Tyroshi. I will report to my father and propose that Tyroshi be given to you as a fief."

"I conquered the city, don't use a reward attitude." Damon said displeased.

“Your armies come from the Iron Throne, your dragons belong to the Targaryens.”

Rhaegar responded directly and said: "After the fiefdom is resolved, I will apply to my father to officially canonize you as a prince and incorporate Tyrosh into the territory of the Targaryen dynasty."

Damon was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect his good nephew to be so easy to talk to.

He thought there would be some twists and turns in taking over Tyrosh.

Rhaegar glanced at the baby and said straight to the heart: "Uncle, you are a prince and have your own territory, but your heir seems to be the one-day crown prince."

Although it is illegal, the meaning is clear enough.

What Dimon once said is confirmed by his own children.

"I will not attend the child's funeral. Remember to guard the Targaryen territory."

After Rhaegar vented his anger, he walked out without looking back.

The good uncle has been stubborn all his life, hoping that he will get his wish and grow up.

Damen was so scolded that his head was bloody. He tightened the swaddling clothes in his arms, and a daze flashed in his eyes.

He gained the city, but lost a male heir.

The male heir he always wanted!

The glutton roars loudly, carrying the driver into the sky.

Rhaegar's face was calm, and he secretly suffered from his own troubles.

"Roar!"

Vhagar roared low and stared up at the ash-eating dragon-eating species.

That is a dangerous smell that restrains the fangs, replacing the pungent smell of putrefaction.

The glutton flapped its wings and soared, its huge body crossing the mansion.

The bodies of the two giant dragons meet one above the other, and their body shapes basically overlap.

Rhaegar's thoughts turned and he judged: "After eating the dragon, the glutton's size increases dramatically."

The original size of Gluttony was less than one-fifth smaller than that of Vhagar, with a difference of about ten meters.

Rhaegar's bloodline transformation, plus the ability to consume Mogul.

Glutton grew savagely in its sleep, reaching its peak at 90 years old and reaching the size of Vhagar's 170-year-old senescence.

There may be differences in talent.

After all, gluttons are different in that they have the habit of cannibalism.

Vhagar has been fighting all his life, but his talent ranks last among the three dragons of the first generation.

I believe that Wormisor will be able to reach this size in twenty or thirty years.

"Roar!"

The glutton roared, his green vertical eyes showing aloofness.

At this moment, it is no longer afraid of the old dragon below.

If we really want to confront each other head-on, at least we won't give them the chance to die together.

Rhaegar couldn't help but smile and said: "Let's go, man."

It seems that Glutton's achievements will not stop at the Wild Dragon King.

Stormland, rainforest.

At the time of the Children of the Forest, forests were all over Westeros.

The Andals arrived and used iron weapons to force the Children of the Forest to retreat and cut down countless trees.

To this day, the Royal Forest in the royal territory and the rainforest in the Stormland are the rare forest landscapes in the mainland.

Starting from the shores of Stonehelm in Cape Wrath, around the edge of the rainforest, a road winds its way to Storm's End.

Along the way, there are several noble castles that have been passed down from generation to generation.

The Morrigan family's Crow's Nest City, and the Clinton family's Eagle's Nest Castle.

Dorne invaded for many days, and ten thousand soldiers besieged Stonehelm City. A larger number of soldiers were scattered near the rain forest, ambush the reinforcements of the two city-states.

Fifty miles away from Crow's Nest City, there is a lush primeval forest.

A large group of Dornish soldiers wearing tawny armor marched slowly.

Creak, creak, creak…

The sound of wheels was heard, and the soldiers pushed several huge scorpion crossbows.

“Hurry up, the reinforcements from Storm's End are passing by here, let's ambush the dragon knight of the Velaryon family in advance.”

A young general with black hair and brown eyes shouted an order.

His armor is painted with golden quills on a green checkerboard, symbolizing House Jordain of Dorne, whose land is located on the southern shore of the Dorne Sea.

This time in the invasion of Stormland, the Qiao Dain family is one of the main forces.

Rumble —

Suddenly, the ground trembled, as if a war horse was neighing.

　　bat Jordan immediately lay down on the ground, listened carefully to distinguish the sound, and said excitedly: "Get ready for battle, there are drum cavalry ahead!"

Without thinking, it must be the Storm Knights from Storm's End Castle rushing to the rescue.

Five thousand Dornish soldiers quickly dispersed and spread their bows and arrows in the forest.

The crossbowman controls the scorpion crossbow, and the launch pad filled with stainless steel spears is pointed at the blue sky.

Just wait for soldiers, horses or dragons to appear, and immediately attack and kill them.

(End of this chapter)

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