Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day Chapter 464

Chapter 464 Family Reunion

Across the sea, Dragonstone Island.

The glutton was panting and lying in front of the Stone Drum Tower, his chest rising and falling.

Flying at high intensity all night, from Old Town to Dragonstone Island without stopping, the physical exertion was too great.

In the Stone Drum Tower, a figure quickly walked out.

“Glutton, let's go.”

Rhaegar had a smile on his face and held two dragon eggs in his arms.

This is a dragon egg that is placed in a cradle for children.

One is entirely bronze, and the other is entirely dark green.

From the ruins of Syracuse and Beleris respectively.

The glutton has faint green eyes, and his body is supported by his wings to turn around.

Rhaegar climbed onto the dragon's back with the egg in his arms and tied it to his chest.

A pair of jet-black dragon wings spread out, and the huge body soared into the sky.

Rhaegar's smile never faded, he couldn't wait to return to King's Landing.

The glutton reduced his speed and quickly left Dragonstone Island and entered the Blackwater Bay.

Suddenly, the sea water surged gently, and the surroundings seemed to change quietly.

“Huh?” Rhaegar raised his head suddenly.

The glutton's perception is more sensitive, the neck is turned back, and the dragon's head is aimed outside the throat.

To be precise, it is the northeastern corner of the Narrow Sea.

Rhaegar took a closer look and saw that it was roughly the location of the Shivering Sea.

There are only Crab Island and Seagull Town in the middle part of the Narrow Sea, while White Harbor and the Three Sisters Islands are in the upper half.

On the other side of the Narrow Sea is Braavos, one of the nine free trade city-states.

"Roar!"

The glutton's throat erupts with a hoarse roar, and the dragon's kiss unconsciously drips with traces of ambergris.

Rhaegar trembled, a flash of doubt in his eyes.

After transforming into a dragonborn, his sense of magic has continued to increase.

Just now, the magic tide that had been growing steadily made waves, as if a pebble was thrown into the water.

Ordinary people can't sense it, and pyromancers can't sense it.

Rhaegar was keenly aware of it, just like a fly flying before his eyes, and there was a sound of water dripping in his ears.

“Glutton, do you feel it too?”

Rhaegar patted the dragon's back, his thoughts flying.

Since the appearance of the Red Comet, the magic tide has grown steadily and magic has become active again.

This kind of recovery situation is very friendly to dragonborn and dragons.

It is like a baby sucking the mother's milk and living in a comfortable environment.

The magic tide suddenly swayed, but don't make any mistakes.

"Roar!"

The glutton's green vertical pupils are indifferent, and the dragon's head is sniffing around, trying to smell a certain smell.

Happiness, unable to determine the distance.

Rhaegar touched the dragon egg in his arms and thought of some possibility, but he couldn't be sure.

Thought for a while and said: "Go back to King's Landing first, and take some time to go around the Shivering Sea."

The location of the magical tide is approximately the location of Braavos.

After conquering Dorne and solving the Oldtown chain, Braavos will finally give an answer to the Targaryen family.

The glutton roared with its head held high and flapped its wings as it flew across the Blackwater Bay.

While passing through the clouds, I suddenly glanced back.

A flash of deep research flashed through his pale green vertical pupils.

The King's Landing.

Early in the morning, the sun rises.

The people of Flea Bottom were walking on the street early, busy working for a day's livelihood.

A huge black dragon flew into the sky above the city from the Mud Gate, its dark wings blocking the rising red sun, like a deep black cloud.

Black clouds drifted around King's Landing and slowly fell into the back garden of the Red Keep.

　Megor Tower, the princess's bedroom.

Rhaenyra, with gentle eyes, was lying on a recliner with two swaddles in her arms.

Suddenly, the door opened with a bang.

Rhaegar rushed in and saw her humming nursery rhymes and coaxing the child to sleep.

The nursery rhyme came to an abrupt end.

Rhaenyra looked over upon hearing the sound, her eyes instantly brightened, and a big smile appeared on her face.

Rhaegar was in a daze, staring at the scene in front of him without blinking.

Even if you are mentally prepared, seeing it with your own eyes is still unavoidable and exciting.

Rhaenyra smiled sweetly, lowered her head and kissed the baby's face, and spoke first: "Come here yet, the children are waiting for you."

“Hey, here we come.”

　　With a word that woke up the dreamer, Rhaegar's thoughts returned and he rushed forward excitedly.

Picked off the dragon eggs and put them away, then quickly came to the couch and squatted down.

A pair of purple eyes widened, looking at Rhaenyra, who was smiling, and at the two babies.

“What, you have nothing to say?”

Rhaenyra adjusted herself to a comfortable lying position, the corners of her lips rising uncontrollably.

“On the contrary, I have too much to say.”

Rega was in a very complicated mood. He stretched out his hand to carefully hold a little foot, and also laughed.

Blessed by Balerion, Rhaenyra does have two more babies in her arms.

Feeling the soft touch in his hand, Rega's expression was blank, and his heart almost melted.

"hug?"

Rhaenyra had a smile in her eyes and generously handed over a swaddle.

“Of course!” Rhaegar answered immediately.

He did not take the little swaddle, but gently hugged Rhaenyra, who was wearing a beige nightgown.

Rhaegar was so excited that he buried his head in the crook of the other person's neck and whispered softly: "Rhaenaela, I'm back."

He likes children and loves his own children even more.

Before this, he loved the mother of his child more.

Children are emotional continuations and cannot destroy the people in our hearts.

Rhaenyra's eyes became gentler, her cheek rubbed against the other person's head, and she complained softly: "You haven't been back for a long time."

Rhaegar didn't say a word and secretly tightened his arms.

Since the Dorne Rebellion, Wrath of the Dragon alone has taken two months to complete.

　　Including the preparations before and after, he and Rhaenyra had not seen each other for four months.

Since he became the heir, this is the first time they have been separated for so long.

“Look up, I don't blame you.”

Rhaenyra has a soft voice and enjoys rubbing her temples together.

Rhaegar raised his head obediently, noticed her slightly pale complexion, and said distressedly: "Let me guess, something big must have happened while I was away in King's Landing?"

“You haven't received the recall letter from the Prime Minister?”

“Recall?”

Rhaenyra was surprised: "You didn't receive the letter?"

Then why return to King's Landing.

Rhaegar said sincerely: "I feel that my child was born just last night, flying back on the gluttonous dragon."

The glutton is good at flying, and the dragon's wings are almost smoking.

"Good for you."

Rhaenyra laughed dumbly, skipped the other party's questions, brought the two babies closer, and changed the subject: "Come and see, the two children are exactly the same as when you were a child."

Rhaegar took the swaddling clothes and observed them cooperatively.

Don't be a spoiler when you are happy, lest you only end up in trouble.

Lifting the swaddling clothes, he looked at the two children carefully.

They are all small.

White and tender little arms, chubby legs like bamboo joints, and a cute face as big as a palm.

One has his arms exposed, his left thumb is in his mouth, sucking, and he is drifting off to sleep.

One with exposed legs, equally peaceful sleep, two chubby legs dangling subconsciously.

The little feet that Rhaegar just touched came from this little guy.

Watching it, Rega felt almost entranced, and asked expectantly: "There seems to be no difference in appearance, which one is the elder brother?"

Rhaenyra raised her hand to touch the child sucking Yun's finger, and said, "This is the elder brother. He was born five minutes earlier than his younger brother."

After finishing speaking, he raised his chin proudly, like a little girl waiting for exaggeration.

Rhaegar tried hard to distinguish between the two children. The one on the left was holding his elder brother, and the one on the right dangling his fat legs was his younger brother.

When he looked up, he saw Rhaenyra looking forward to praise, and said without reservation: "Compared to defeating Dorne, you are the real hero, overcoming the most difficult difficulties."

“Hum~”

Rhaenyra snorted and couldn't help but laugh.

Rhaegar also laughed, pretending to raise his left arm, staring at the sleeping eldest son, and affirmed: "A healthy baby who can eat and sleep will definitely be my heir in the future, the king on the Iron Throne."

Rhaenyra's smile grew wider, she was so amused.

Rhaegar raised his right arm again, kissed the second son's face, and said exaggeratedly: "Look, he is still exercising while sleeping. He will be a powerful warrior and dragon controller in the future, and he will be the subject of controversy. At your feet, become your brother's best helper.”

“Haha, you really make me happy.”

Rhaenyra was fascinated by the warmth of the family. She still retained some sense in her heart and chatted openly: "Are you sure you want to hand over the entire disputed land to him?"

“Why not?”

Rhaegar asked rhetorically.

Rhaenyra blinked her beautiful eyes and smiled in relief: "Assign them to you. I am confident that they will be well educated."

Combined with what Rhaegar did in Old Town, she could guess that there was something behind his words.

Rhaegar is making a statement that her child is the supreme heir, the King of the Iron Throne and the Narrow Sea.

Rhaegar allowed the other party to understand, hugging the two children and kissing them again and again.

Whether it is legal or emotional, the eldest son will be his unshakable first-in-line heir.

In addition to the Iron Throne, there are many lands that can be divided into princely titles.

If the second son is shrewd and capable, he will be the vanguard to conquer the continent of Essos and open up new territories beyond the narrow sea.

If the qualifications are mediocre, then inherit Rhaenyra's title of Prince of Lys and use it to control Daemon and Aegon.

Rhaegar loved the two children well, smelled the fragrant milk baby smell, and suggested: "We have to give the children a good name worthy of their status."

“You finally thought of this.”

Rhaenyra rolled her eyes and said in a consultative tone: "My father is still asleep. I want to wait until he wakes up to name the two children in person."

They can also name each other, but they always feel that it lacks some profound meaning.

Leave the opportunity to the father, whether it is a brother and a sister, or two children, they can all remember this in the future.

Rhaegar was stunned for a moment and accepted it readily: "Okay, let's do it."

As we all know, he is not a person who knows how to give names.

　　The names of two swords, one after another, were deeply disliked by Rhaenyra.

Rhaegar looked around and found two exquisite cradles made of yellow pear wood beside the bed.

Place the two children in the cradle with a soft silk quilt spread under them.

The cradle was pushed next to Rhaenyra, and Rhaegar took out two dragon eggs, full of hope: "Are you going to lay them or shall I lay them?"

Rhaenyra glanced at him sideways and reached out for a dragon egg: "One for each person, don't try to monopolize it."

“I didn't say that.”

Rhaegar pursed his lips and snickered, holding a bronze dragon egg in his hand, which he placed in the cradle of his eldest son without any explanation.

He was very curious about the purity of the blood of the two children who inherited his blood.

Calculate the time.

When Rhaenyra was conceived, he had not yet transformed into a dragonborn, and the two children would most likely not inherit the advantages and disadvantages of a dragonborn.

Attention, it's the advantages and disadvantages!

The advantages of dragonborn are very obvious, such as long life, control of fire, and closeness to dragons.

The disadvantages are not yet certain. It seems that it is easy to lose control and the body will become deformed into a dragon.

If the two children are too young, it will be bad to inherit the shortcomings.

With thousands of thoughts in her mind, Rhaenyra had placed the dark green dragon egg in her second son's cradle.

Rhaegar came back to his senses a little and looked at the two fair and lovely children, feeling soft in his heart.

Such a healthy child will definitely be able to grow to higher heights.

(End of this chapter)

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