Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day Chapter 467

Chapter 467 Belron and Aemon

“This one in my arms is my brother.”

Rhaenyra smiled with crooked eyes.

“Haha, then this one in my arms is my younger brother.”

Viserys teased his grandson.

Rhaenyra was full of pride: "He is very powerful. He hatched a dragon egg on the first day he was born."

“Oh, that's really a natural dragon knight.”

Viserys was shocked, and his eyes became more and more kind as he looked at his grandson.

Who wouldn't like a descendant with pure blood?

“They are all great and will be the best dragon knights in the future.”

Lega looked soothed and fully integrated into the warm atmosphere of a family reunion, and took the question: "The two children have not been named yet."

Hearing this, Viserys's eyes lit up, and his weak body took on new strength.

Rhaegar smiled: "Rhaenaela and I agree that since you are the child's grandfather, the child will prefer you to name it."

Speaking, he caressed his youngest son's face, and looked back at Rhaenyra.

Viserys became excited, and his sluggish brain suddenly sped up.

Rhaenyra continued to encourage and said considerately: "Father, the naming rights of the children are officially in your hands."

"well!"

Viserys said two good words in a row, and with the thoughtfulness of his children, he burst into a happy smile that he had never seen before.

At this moment, the pain no longer seems so terrible.

Rhaegar just smiled, waiting for his father to come up with two promising names.

He sincerely hopes that the two newborns will bring another spring to his father.

Stay with him and Rhaenyra for another sixteen years, and the next sixteen years after that.

“You are really all my good children.”

Viserys understood his children's thoughts, his eyes flushed, and he couldn't help but look over his two children and grandson with joy.

After some careful consideration, I made a calculation in my mind.

In the expectant eyes of the three adults in the room.

Viserys looked at his daughter, or the baby in his arms, and said firmly: "Belron! This child will be called Baerron Targaryen, inheriting the name of your grandfather."

Rhaenyra glanced sideways slightly, thinking about the name.

Rhaegar looked natural and agreed: "Okay, this child will be called Belron. I hope he will be as brave as his grandfather."

He once traveled back the long river of time and caught a glimpse of the fragments of his mother's dream when she gave birth to him.

He got his current name only after his mother called him by name when she was dying.

Before this, Belron was the name chosen by his father long ago.

It is used to commemorate the deceased grandfather.

“As long as you like this name.”

Viserys had a nostalgic look in his eyes. He looked down at his grandson who was chattering and spitting bubbles. He muttered, "Belron's best brother is Aemon Targaryen. They are the pride of the previous generation."

Rhaegar listened quietly, knowing the name of his youngest son.

Sure enough, I heard my father say: "Let this child be called Eamonn. I hope they can be as loving as the two brothers and become the pride of an era."

Heir to the Iron Throne, Aemon the Brave.

One person tamed the bloodworm Corakxiu, and another person controlled Vhagar, one of the three founding dragons.

The two brothers gathered their wisdom and bravery. It was the most glorious period in the reign of King Renrui.

Rhaegar and Rhaenyra looked at each other tactfully, both satisfied with the two names that were full of meaning and blessing.

Rhaenyra ignored the little Baerron who was nursing, pinched his cheek, and said with a smile, "Did you hear that? Grandfather named you Baerron. You will be called Baerron from now on."

“That's a good name, for sure!”

Viserys was very proud of his name.

Father and daughter all laughed out loud.

Lannar, who had been watching, joined in, sat on the bedside and looked at little Aemon, and said with emotion: "He will inherit the name of his grandfather, he will definitely be an excellent Targaryen."

Her memory of her grandfather was very hazy, except for her mother's occasional remembrances.

Viserys suppressed his smile, looked at Lannal with soft eyes, and said, "My cousin cannot continue Aemon's glory. I named the little guy this way because I hope your mother can comfort her."

“I think mother will like this little guy very much.”

Lannaer smiled softly.

Viserys was not joking and said seriously: "When the war in Dorne is over and Rhaenys returns to King's Landing, she must let her hug this child."

The cousin lost her beloved son, and he couldn't imagine whether he could bear the same pain.

Lanner was slightly absent-minded and said, "Thank you, Your Majesty."

"We are a family!"

Viserys put down his arrogance as a king, and his words were particularly heart-warming.

At the Great Council in 101, he competed with Rhaenys for the right to inherit the Iron Throne.

Although he was victorious, he lived under the constant worry of the sea serpent's rebellion.

That period lasted for ten years and made him sleepless.

Due to various reasons, his relationship with Rhaenys took a turn for the worse, and they were resentful of each other.

Even though Rhaegar threatened the Tideshead Island, he and Corlys proclaimed the "Dragon Law", restricting the Velaryon family from continuing to hold the right to train dragons.

This rift remains difficult to heal.

Now, he has the most ideal heir, six excellent children, and even a pair of twin grandchildren.

The lack of security in the heart is made up for, and the mind is strong and sensitive.

On the contrary, Rhaenys lost her eldest son Laninor, and the Velaryon family succumbed to the Iron Throne.

Viserys's resentment was gone, and he just wanted to take care of his lonely cousin as much as possible and strengthen the close relationship between the two families.

A hint of warmth flashed in Lanner's eyes, feeling His Majesty's abundant kindness.

The people in the bedroom were silent, immersed in the rare and beautiful vision.

Fifteen of an hour later.

The two children fell asleep one after another and closed their eyes quietly.

Viserys loved him very much, but his shoulders were really sore, so he reluctantly returned little Aemon to his eldest son.

Rhaegar took the child and said another reason: "Father, what do you want to do with Allison?"

Viserys was stunned when he heard this, then fell silent, and said for a while: "You and Rhaenyra, don't worry about it. I will handle it myself and it will not affect you."

　　When speaking of the last two words "伱人", the voice was full of meaning.

Rhaegar heard something different.

This "you" does not refer to him and Rhaenyra, but includes six brothers and sisters, including Aegon and Helena.

Father, he wants... Rhaegar was not surprised and remained silent.

Viserys suddenly smiled, patted his eldest son on the shoulder, and comforted him: "Don't think too much, Allison did go too far this time."

Rhaegar remained silent, looking at his father complicatedly.

The swaddling clothes in his arms moved, and little Eamonn seemed to be having a sweet dream, humming in his little mouth.

Rhaegar caressed his youngest son's pink face and looked sideways at his father's palm on his shoulder.

That is the left hand missing the ring finger and little finger, with pale skin and wrinkles.

My mind flashed, and an idea suddenly came to my mind.

“Am I a father too?”

Rhaegar was in a daze, and suddenly he had more understanding of the word father.

Father is willing to give anything for him.

Including Alisson!

Suddenly, the father and son fell into silence together.

Rhaenyra swung the baby gently, noticing the dull atmosphere between the father and son, and a look of inquiry flashed in her eyes.

She suddenly realized that when her father just said "deal with it", he didn't seem to want to protect Allison.

Rhaenyra's heart tightened, and inexplicable complex emotions arose.

Lannar was sensitive and realized that this occasion was not suitable for her. She glanced at Rhaenyra and walked out of the bedroom silently.

Rhaenyra glanced at the father and son, then hesitantly followed them out.

At yesterday's imperial meeting, and even on the delivery bed, she wished she could get rid of Allison and get away with it.

The former is anger and the latter is fear.

She was afraid of dying on the delivery bed, and Allison continued to cling to Rhaegar, wanting to send her former friend who talked about everything to meet the stranger first.

today…

Rhaenyra held her son in her arms, not wanting to participate in the father and son's plan.

As soon as the two women left, the atmosphere in the bedroom became darker.

Rhaegar was silent for a long time and said, "I'll go see Allison later."

"no need."

“Let's meet each other and tell him face to face what we have to say.”

Rhaegar held his youngest son in one hand, placed the powder box of Resurrection Orchid on the bedside, stood up and said, "I have to go to Old Town in two days. You can relax and recuperate first. I will take care of anything."

After saying that, he showed a reassuring smile and walked out of the bedroom with the child in his arms.

Viserys stared blankly at the back of his eldest son, raising his palms to hold him back, but he froze in mid-air and dropped them unable to do anything.

The eldest son understands his protection, and he also hears the deep meaning of the eldest son.

Things seem to have room for change.

Viserys was speechless. In addition to the strong smell of medicine, the bedroom was filled with the fragrance of orchids and baby milk as his family members arrived.

Outside the bedroom.

Two white knights guarded the door and watched the crown prince and princess disappear at the end of the corridor.

Suddenly, a restrained cry came from the bedroom behind the door.

The two white knights were terrified, lowering their heads and trying to reduce their presence.

Behind Maegor's Tower, there is the Church of the Seven Holy Ones.

Rhaegar and Rhaenyra walked out of their father's chamber and went straight to the place where the queen was imprisoned.

Lannaer had already left and notified the Prime Minister to convene a royal meeting.

The temple hall.

Sculptures of the Seven Gods are placed on the four walls respectively, forming a circle around the open hall.

In the center of the hall, a circular altar is very eye-catching.

The skull of Balerion, the Black Death, should be placed squarely on the altar.

Rhaegar walked to the edge of the altar and placed his palms flat on the densely packed candles, feeling the heat of the candles.

As a child, Balerion's skull gave him his first relic.

It was here that he used white butter candles to test the blessing effect of [blood and fire].

“Balerion, he is truly a great hero of House Targaryen.”

Rhaenyra came over with the child in her arms. Her green-white fingertips rested on Rhaegar's hand, and together they flicked the weak candlelight.

Rhaegar smiled, took her hand and said, "Follow me and meet our stepmother."

He rejected his father's sacrifice.

It's not for Alisson, nor is it soft-hearted.

He did not want his father to do something against his will and lose his wife again at an early age.

At the same time, looking at the children in her arms, she felt affection for her younger brothers and sisters.

He has been without a mother since he was a child, and he doesn't want to tear up the rain umbrellas of his younger brothers and sisters.

As a child, he was jealous that Aegon had a mother, and Rhaenyra made up for his lack of affection.

Alison wouldn't be able to provide that emotional value if he were dead.

Rhaenyra heard the teasing, glanced at him, and went upstairs obediently.

Rhaegar held little Aemon in his arms, looking at Rhaenyra and little Baelon beside him, his mood was as bright as the early spring.

After so many years, Alisson is still pretty good.

There is no point in targeting her, just leave it to my father to handle it.

In contrast, Rhaegar wanted to solve the source of all troubles.

“The Hightower family is so comfortable in Oldtown!”

Chapel, top floor attic.

　　It is said to be an attic, but it is actually a small, cramped and forgotten dark room.

Rhaegar climbed up the stairs to the top floor, his body covered in cobwebs and dust.

“Woo woo woo…”

At the end of the corridor, a muffled cry could be heard faintly coming from a broken wooden door.

(End of this chapter)

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