Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day Chapter 408

Chapter 408 Rhaegar: Who doesn't have a holiday?

The next day.

The weather is sunny and the breeze is gentle.

In the Mande River Basin, the bitter bridge stands alone on both sides of the river, like a single tree that is not afraid of wind and frost.

The long river is more than tens of meters wide, the depth is no less than a house, and the water is crystal clear.

The sand on both sides of the bank is connected to the lawn, and the flowers are gently swaying in the wind.

After a heavy rain overnight, the flowers and plants are flourishing, except for the lack of small animals.

"Roar…"

Upstream of the river, a giant dragon as black as coal lurked in the water, its huge body blocking the river water, like a black stone dam.

The glutton shook the dragon's head, letting the river water splash out of the water and wet the hard scales.

“Lord Casway, even though they are all men, your gaze is still very presumptuous.”

A silver-haired figure emerged from the water and swam to the side of the dragon.

The crown prince's back was turned to him, his silver hair spread around his waist, and his naked body looked like a masterpiece of miraculous craftsmanship.

The river was blocked by a giant dragon and the water flow slowed down.

The glutton's green vertical pupils are slightly narrowed, the dragon's head is resting on the river bank, and the body is washed by the river water.

The glutton stood up first, spreading his dark wings that covered the clouds and the sun, and the water droplets he shook turned into a drizzle.

As he grows up, he becomes stronger and stronger, with obvious masculine characteristics.

The whole dragon was lying in the river, barely covering its chest and abdomen, and its high back could not touch the water.

　　It rained all night last night and I felt uncomfortable!

Lega walked out of the river, with traces of red blood vessels appearing on her porcelain white skin, and the water vapor naturally evaporated.

Shaked his head, big drops of water shook off, and he turned his head to twist out his wet silver hair.

He casually took out a set of black clothes from his space bracelet and put them on as if no one else was watching.

After transforming into a dragonborn, the body gradually becomes more perfect and has an indistinguishable beauty of male and female.

Rhaegar has a handsome figure, his porcelain white skin reflects whitely in the sun, and his solid muscles are like sculptures carved by stonemason.

The river water covered her waist, splashing mist on her skin.

Baron Casway was slightly in a trance, watching this scene with admiration.

The glutton glanced at him, suspecting that the driver had something wrong with swimming early in the morning.

One person and one dragon are immersed in water and meet each other naked.

The glutton's green vertical pupils were half-open and half-closed, and he was shaking his body lazily, disturbing the fish and shrimp in the water.

Looking up again, the scene ahead changed slightly.

The glutton's vertical pupils showed a hint of evil, and the dragon's head was hanging above his head at some point.

Looking at it in a daze, a voice of disgust came into my ears.

Rhaegar is facing this way, his handsome face has a sense of coquettishness.

Rhaegar looked amused and patted him on the shoulder.

“Phew! It's so cool.”

Raise your hand and gently rub the dragon's thick and long neck. The porcelain white and jet black are in sharp contrast.

Rhaegar muttered to himself, put on a white scarf and walked to the river bank.

Rhaegar loosened his collar and asked, "Lord Casway, I have something else to trouble you later."

Rhaegar was wet all over, fully enjoying the caress of the gurgling water.

“My mother gave me a good look.”

When Baron Caswell of Bitterbridge arrived, he saw such a world-famous painting.

"Roar…"

I don't know what's going on.

“Let's go.”

Lega half-squinted his eyes until he wiped away the translucent water droplets, and said comfortably: "Occasionally going out for an outing will help you feel happy physically and mentally."

When he was a child, he was cute, frail and slightly gloomy.

The slender dragon's tail flicked violently, and the river water seemed to explode, with large splashes of water rising up and falling down.

Baron Caswell kept his bowing posture, not daring to take another look, and replied after hearing the voice: "It is my honor to serve you."

After walking a few steps, Casway straightened up and followed with his shiny bald head.

There is one thing to say.

The Caswells of Bitterbridge were indeed loyal and strictly followed Rhaegar's orders.

Rhaegar glanced back at Bitterbridge, secretly thinking about how to use this territory to its remaining potential.

Even though the Caswell family holds the title of Baron, their wealth and status are comparable to most of the noble families in the Reach.

Especially the location of the castle is excellent, as it is the only way from the Reach to the royal territory.

Thinking and talking along the way, I shared some ideas with Baron Caswell.

　　Baron Casway was eye-opening and praised repeatedly.

Although the strategy of building a craftsmanship and reclaiming wasteland is difficult to implement, the means of implementation are also ambiguous.

But the Crown Prince wants to expand the Mushroom Collection to the Reach, and Bitter Bridge will be the first stop like a bridgehead.

With economic circulation, the family can also make a lot of money.

After a cup of tea, the two returned to the castle.

In the castle hall, the servants prepared a sumptuous breakfast.

Baron Casway's wife is a virtuous woman who specially stood in front of the door to wait for the crown prince.

Rhaegar greeted him with a friendly smile.

He likes this kind of harmonious atmosphere between monarch and ministers.

Eating breakfast, Rhaegar held a table knife to cut fresh ham, calmly and calmly.

Baron Caswell straightened his back and invited: "Prince, you might as well stay in Bitterbridge for a few days to experience the customs and customs of the Reach."

As a baron, Casway wanted to make progress too much.

Looking sideways at the yellow centaur clan emblem hanging in the castle hall, I thought that our generation will definitely carry forward the glory.

Rhaegar paused and began to ponder.

There was the Tourney at God's Eye Lake, and the Dragonstone Ceremony, and then a disputed land war broke out involving both sides of the Narrow Sea...

It is a lie to say that I am not tired.

At the same time, the Red Castle is still holding a Girls' Day exhibition, a lot of trivial matters.

The most important thing is that he wants to live alone for a while and hide from his sisters. I think back to when I was a child, a lively and sensible baby.

Hunted on the glutton and flew all over the sky.

I am only 16 years old now, and my life is more tiring than my father, a bad old man.

Hateful Mondstadt with the big nose, he also said that Aegon is youthful, doesn't he want to be more chic?

Ideas arise and grow wildly.

Rhaegar had a clear idea and agreed to it.

“Quack…”

Suddenly, there was a shrill cry, and a raven flew from the open castle door to the dining table.

The guard was startled and picked up his weapon to stop him.

“Stop it, everyone, this is the messenger raven.”

Baron Casway quickly stood up to stop him.

Rhaegar rested his chin on his hand and frowned as he looked at the dull raven.

He recognized it.

This is Tormund's skin-changing raven.

When the raven comes, nothing good will happen.

“I'm afraid the vacation will be wasted.”

Rhaegar muttered and took off the strips of paper tied to the raven's legs.

The first piece of paper recorded the situation in the Red Keep yesterday, as well as the traces of Aegon and Helena leaving on the dragon.

Rhaegar frowned, shook his head and smiled: "Allison really shot himself in the foot, he is quite boring."

In the stepmother's eyes, he was always a threat.

It seems that as soon as he ascends the throne, he will put her in a dungeon and get rid of her younger brothers and sisters one by one.

Aegon clearly has a bright future, but he insists on meddling in the remote control.

Let him take care of this matter, directly control the dragon and take Aegon out of the Red Keep.

The brothers traveled around the seven countries riding a dragon, marrying any noble lady they fell in love with.

For his sake, the nobles of Westeros had to rush to send their daughters to bed because of Aegon's pure blood.

He must be hanged from a tree in Hightower as an imaginary enemy.

See the end of the note, indicating that Helena is going to Harrenhal.

Rhaegar tapped his face with his fingers and said with a smile: "You're quite smart. You know how to stay away from idiots."

Aegon was tricked and couldn't resist, but Helena was free.

Unless his father and brother step in to suppress him, Allison alone cannot stop a dragon driver.

Open the second note.

Rhaegar looked at it with a smile. He had just read half of the content, and his expression gradually became serious.

Mill's news.

　　【The forces of the old elite set off riots, the common people at the bottom were smashing and looting, and the city-state was in chaos】

At the end of the note.

【The Governor's Mansion collapsed and a large hole appeared in the ground, suspected to be the ruins of the Dragon King family...】

Rhaegar raised his eyebrows, joy filling his heart.

“The ruins of the Dragon King?”

That's a Feng Shui treasure that you can't even find anywhere.

Years ago, the Ancient Valyrian Free Fortress successively conquered the land where nine free trade city-states were located, creating a vast territory.

Lis was once the summer resort of the Dragon King family.

Myr and Tyrosh are also trading ports under the Freehold Empire.

The apocalyptic disaster came too suddenly, and many of the Dragon King's family's legacy were buried by time.

The Targaryens were not strong enough, and there are very few records in this regard.

Thinking about it, Myr is very close to ancient Valyria, so it is not surprising that there are buildings left by the Dragon King family.

“Maybe we can find the systematic inheritance of blood witches and fire warlocks, and even worse, we can find knowledge about dragons.”

Rhaegar thought to himself.

The only thing to note is that the riots in Myr are very strange.

The suppressed old nobles suddenly rose up, and the common people who barely had enough to eat produced extra weapons out of thin air, and took advantage of the chaos to kill a large number of patrolling Dauntless soldiers.

“Braavos.”

Rhaegar's eyes flickered, and he immediately thought of this quiet city-state.

There is no doubt about the power of Braavos, and the nine free trade city-states can rank first.

but!

No matter how big the ship is, no matter how brave the mercenaries are, they can't stop the dragon's flames.

The only way to do this is through economic sanctions and waterway trade.

Rhaegar sneered disdainfully: "It's a trick that won't work on the stage."

In order to prevent the old party in the Three Women's Kingdom from resurrecting, he made a lot of preparations.

As long as the army is still in the city-state, some small fights are not worth mentioning.

This is the perfect opportunity to dig out the disobedient bugs and cleanse the rotten system that harbors dirt and evil.

Put away the two pieces of paper, Rhaegar said with emotion: "Lord Casway, thank you for your kindness. Please forgive me for not being able to stay for a long time."

There is no way, there are too many right and wrongs.

Baron Casway was respectful and said seriously: "You are the crown prince, and important matters are crucial."

He didn't ask what happened, he just supported him.

He was still young and he and his wife had no children, so naturally he did not participate in the Maiden's Festival held in King's Landing.

Had it not been for the sudden visit of the Crown Prince riding a dragon, he would have had no chance to be effective in his life.

Rhaegar smiled, pointed to the forecourt of the castle, and asked, "After I leave, please take Lord Peake safely to Highgarden. Duke Tyrell will take care of the rest for me."

Hearing this, Caswell perked up and looked in the direction of his finger.

In the spacious vestibule, a figure with a hemp rope around his neck was hanging on the gallows, swaying in the wind.

Under the gallows, there were more than a dozen dry and charred corpses piled up.

Casway took a look at the figure on the gallows, especially the Three Castles clan emblem on his chest, and nodded vigorously: "Don't worry, we will be escorted safely."

Everyone died overnight, and they were very safe.

Rhaegar stood up, clapped his hands, and planned to say goodbye.

ˆPonder for a moment and make a decision.

The Red Keep is deserted, so why not rush back to Myr.

(End of this chapter)

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