Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day Chapter 468

Chapter 468: Riding the Dragon with a Son

Rhaegar's eyes flickered, and he pushed aside the cobwebs and walked to the door.

　　There was a knock on the old wooden door that smelled of decay.

Suddenly, the crying behind the door stopped and turned into a flurry of movement.

Rhaegar opened the partition on the wooden door, and a beam of light burst into the dark and damp little dark room.

"who!"

Allison huddled in the corner of the room, his arms wrapped in **** gauze in front of him to block the sudden light.

Rhaegar didn't answer and watched quietly.

As if he knew someone was watching, Allison forced himself to calm down and quickly wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with the help of gauze.

She is the queen!

My pride is causing trouble and I don't want others to see my embarrassed side.

Rega was as calm as water and said calmly: "It's me, don't you want me to come back?"

Allison was stunned when he heard the sound, and turned to the door with a pale face full of tears.

The light was dazzling, and Rhaegar's face was in the sunlight.

The next second.

“Rhaegar!”

Allison screamed and rushed to the door like crazy, trying to block the partition space.

Rhaegar took a step back and let her deceive her.

From a queen to a prisoner, the change in status is indeed difficult to accept.

Allison screamed like crazy for a while, until his voice became hoarse and he coughed violently and calmed down.

“You get out of the way, I'll come.”

Rhaenyra squeezed to the door and looked bitterly at Allison who fell to the ground through the partition.

At this time, Allison was leaning against the wooden door, her green skirt was messy and dirty, she looked like an aristocratic woman living on the street.

Rhaenyra's eyes flashed with relief, and she said coldly: "Allison, don't look up at me like a shrew."

Allison's body stiffened. The pride in her heart made her not want to shrink back. She raised her head and stared into a pair of bloodshot eyes.

As he retreated a certain distance, his entire face was exposed outside the partition.

Rhaenyra was slightly startled after seeing it clearly.

Just one night, Allison's beautiful face was turned upside down.

The face is pale and bloodless, the lips are horribly white, the bags under the eyes are deep and thick, and the face is severely swollen.

Rhaenyra had no expression on her face. She held little Baerron close to her cheek, making sure that the other party could see her completely. She sneered: "Thanks to you, my children were born, two boys of pure blood."

Speaking, he waved to Rhaegar and picked up the sleeping little Aemon.

Rhaenyra held a pair of twins in her arms and showed off in a big way: "These are my two children, can you see them clearly enough?"

Once upon a time, she had suffered many overt and covert injustices just because Allison gave birth to Aegon and was still the heir.

You, Alison, are not the only one who can have children.

Rhaenyra was really happy that she didn't chop off Allison's head so she could have a chance to show off her child.

Seeing Alison's face deformed by jealousy.

Rhaegar stepped aside and looked at the deep grudge between the two women.

In the small dark room, Allison stared at Rhaenyra and the two babies, with a trace of struggle in his red and swollen eyes.

Allison sat down on the damp and moldy floor and said harshly: "So what, having children is just a woman's fate, and it's the same for everyone."

Rhaenyra replied: "Is your destiny also to include this rat-infested attic?"

"you!"

Allison's chest was heaving with anger, and his throat was so sore that he couldn't speak.

Rhaenyra was not polite and continued: "My children have a father who loves them. How much father's love can your children receive?"

Allison glared at her, wanting to rush out and tear her mouth out immediately.

She could no longer keep her composure.

　　 Just responded to a sentence.

Lies don't hurt, the truth is the sharpest knife.

Looking at the two women who were verbally attacking each other, Rhaegar's scalp went numb. He pulled away from the excited Rhaenyra and whispered, "I'll talk to her. You take care of the child first."

Rhaenyra closed her **** mouth and looked down at the twins in her arms.

The two little guys woke up, with two pairs of purple eyes open, looking up at their mother with curiosity and fear.

They were woken up by their mother's taunts.

Rhaenyra's face turned red and she said sheepishly, "I'll go downstairs and wait for you."

　　A great revenge has been avenged, and I feel sour and happy.

She was going to calm down for a while.

Rhaegar watched her climb down the stairs, shaking his head and laughing.

Rhaenyra has suffered a lot of wrongs over the years, and her revenge is so cute.

The smile faded and his eyes fell on Allison again.

Allison said with a straight face, "Where's Viserys, how is he?"

“You still have time to worry about your father.” Rhaegar asked rhetorically.

Allison snorted coldly, not wanting to waste his time.

“You want to stop me from suppressing the belief in the Seven Gods?”

Rhaegar's eyes were cold and he asked again: "Why?"

He didn't ask why, because every fool has his reasons.

He was just curious that Allison had endured it for so many years, even when Aemond lost one eye, he didn't make a fuss, and it would soon become clear.

Having convulsions at this time is really unpleasant for everyone.

Allison said coldly: "The peace terms are the result of His Majesty King Renrui. You are playing with fire and burning yourself by being an enemy of the Seven Gods Faith."

Rhaegar narrowed his eyes slightly and asked, "Do you know under what circumstances great-grandfather signed the terms with the Faith of the Seven Gods?"

Allison was speechless for a moment.

Of course she knew, but the background was not a good one.

Maegor I died tragically on the Iron Throne, and Jaehaerys ascended the throne hastily.

At that time, the entire continent was launching a crusade against the Targaryen dynasty by the Faith of the Seven Gods.

Jaehaerys has been lurking for many years, regaining the royal power from his biological mother and stepfather, and immediately began to unite the faith of the Seven Gods to consolidate the dominance of the Iron Throne.

Seeing her look, Rega lost interest in talking and said calmly: "Whatever you think, it's not important anyway."

　　He patted the dust on his robe, stood up and left: "You made a mistake, be prepared to atone for your sins for the rest of your life."

A stupid woman with a narrow mind and no vision is not worth wasting time.

It is still important to stabilize the palace as soon as possible and solve the problems in Old Town.

Watching Rhaenyra and Rhaegar leave, Allison's fear of the dark reappeared in his heart. He wanted to stop it but couldn't.

She is not stupid enough to think that she can escape unscathed.

Just as Lei was about to disappear at the end of the corridor, Allison burst into tears, pointed at his red and swollen throat, and sobbed: "His Majesty King Renrui often praises my beautiful voice and likes me to read to him."

Rhaegar paused, then left calmly.

In the dim attic, there were only suppressed cries of sadness again.

Rhaegar walked out of the sept and saw Rhaenyra sitting on the edge of the flower bed, struggling to coax the two children.

The two little guys are quite heavy, and they are very tiring for their mother.

Lei Qi stepped forward and took over the two swaying children, and said jokingly: "Next time you show up, remember to bring your maid with you, otherwise I'm afraid you will drop the two children on the ground."

Rhaenyra rubbed her sore arm, rolled her eyes, and said, "Allison wasn't hysterical. I thought she wouldn't be able to bear it and collapsed."

“Never mind her.”

Rhaegar said casually. Rhaenyra lowered her eyes and said in a low voice, "I would rather she have a big quarrel with me, a little bit like she was a child."

Rhaegar's eyes were filled with surprise, which slowly turned into understanding, and he said a philosophical statement: “She had no choice, but she still chose.”

Rhaenyra smiled, opened her arms again, and clapped her hands to signal him to return a swaddle.

Time flies, half a month later.

Red Keep, Throne Hall.

In the black stone-paved hall, the courtiers headed by the imperial minister gathered together.

Everyone's eyes were attracted by a figure.

Surrounded by two white knights, Rhaegar walked out slowly wearing a black dragon-riding uniform.

His eyes swept over the ministers and walked towards the Iron Throne surrounded by swords.

With a calm expression, Rhaegar stepped onto the stairs intertwined with swords, ignoring the shimmering sword blades around him, and walked to the top step by step.

Turning around, in front of the courtiers, he sat down peacefully on the cold and hard iron chair under him.

The Iron Throne has no backrest or armrests, and there are sharp blades on all sides.

This is the will of the conqueror to warn future kings that the throne is never comfortable.

Lei Jia was sitting upright, holding the true fire pestle in one hand, looking down at the ministers from a high position.

Behind the Iron Throne, Ilic and Alec were guarding with sharp swords in their hands.

The ministers were silent and looked at the prince on the Iron Throne as usual.

The king is resting in bed, and all the government affairs accumulated in the past six months are handled by the prince.

Rhaegar pondered for a while and then took the initiative to speak: "Lord Leonor, has the grain transport team to the Prince's Palace in the Reach set off?"

After sitting on the iron chair for half a month, he finally saw the style of the ministers.

As long as he doesn't ask, everyone will be sleepwalking with the old god.

After finishing speaking, Leonor walked out of the queue and said solemnly: "Let's go. Princess Helena has sent a letter and will personally **** the grain transport team."

As soon as the Prime Minister opened his mouth, the ministers started chatting.

Lin Man came out slowly and reported with a list: "According to what His Highness said, an area was selected to build the Seven-Star Cathedral in King's Landing City. The site has been selected and cleaned."

The execution progress was revealed and the complaint began: "The kingdom has been at war with the Three Women's Kingdom and Dorne one after another. The treasury has demanded too much, and the cost of the temple is a huge expense."

As a qualified finance minister and treasury controller, he will feel distressed and advise anyone who spends money.

Rhaegar was speechless and reassured: "Lord Linman, the royal family supports the establishment of Protestantism, and the current expenses are all worth it."

According to the report from the intelligence chief.

In the past half month, hundreds of missionaries and nuns have moved out of the old town and volunteered to join the construction of the new religion.

Compared with useless prayers in the Starry Cathedral, a visible and tangible “Son of God” is more convincing.

The meeting came to an end soon.

Leonor said: "There are two vacancies in the Kingsguard. I have informed the whole country that qualified candidates will be selected to fill the vacancies as soon as possible."

“Just do as you say.”

The parliament was finally over. Rhaegar stretched and said with a smile, "I'm going to the old town. I'll leave the palace to your lords."

The imperial ministers looked at each other and reluctantly agreed.

After treatment with special fragrant powder, the king stayed awake for several hours every day, enough to ensure the normal operation of the palace.

Rhaegar stepped off the Iron Throne and couldn't wait to go out.

The ministers thought for a while and followed him in groups.

Let it be practiced by the Crown Prince.

Sacred wood, back garden.

The glutton was lying on the ground, waving its dragon tail irritably.

Not far away, Syracuse stopped and waited.

Rhaenyra put on her dragon-riding uniform for the first time in a long time, holding two children in her arms.

At this time, the two children stared at the glutton with wide eyes.

A huge dragon as black as charcoal brought great shock to the two little babies.

"I am coming."

Rhaegar walked through the godswood, smiled and stepped forward to take a swaddle.

Open it and take a look, it's little Bellon who doesn't like to cry.

“Let's set off.”

Rhaenyra's eyes were bright, she tied little Aemon's swaddling clothes to her chest, climbed onto the dragon's back decisively and sat down.

Rhaegar was about to speak but stopped, **** the little Baerron, and rode on the glutton's back.

To make sure there was nothing wrong, Rhaenyra gave the order: "Syrax, fly!"

“Hiss!”

Syracuse is very well-behaved. He can take two steps on his hind legs and fly into the sky, soaring over the Red Castle.

The Glutton roared low, like a mountain of coal rising from the ground, its dark wings covering the entire Red Keep.

In the back garden, the ministers looked up and watched the prince and princess dancing with the dragon.

“Hiss!”

Syrax had a mischievous temperament. He flapped his wings and circled the Red Keep twice before flying over the city of King's Landing.

Little Aemon huddled in Rhaenyra's arms, looking at the white clouds with his eyes, opening his little mouth and letting out a clear laugh.

Rhaegar followed closely behind on a glutton, flying through the sky above King's Landing in a display, attracting countless civilians to watch.

Little Belron's clear eyes were widened, and his little hands stretched out the swaddling clothes to try to grasp the clouds in the blue sky.

Rhaegar looked down at his son, kissed his forehead gently, and chuckled: "Well done, you are worthy of being my son."

Little Belron shook his head, thinking that his father was playing with him, and couldn't help laughing.

Junlin, within the city.

Whether it's Silk Street or Flea Bottom, civilians emerge from every corner, looking up expectantly.

The news that Princess Rhaenyra gave birth safely has spread throughout King's Landing. For this reason, the crown prince even held a porridge meal for seven days to feed the hungry.

The civilians craned their necks one by one, looking at the two circling dragons, hoping to see the two little princes.

“Long live the little prince!”

I don't know who shouted, and it spread around like a wave.

“Long live the little prince!”

“Long live the Targaryens!”

“Let's see your Highness…”

The civilians cheered for joy, chasing the soaring trajectory of the two giant dragons, waving their arms and shouting loudly.

The whole King's Landing was filled with excitement, as if it were a grand event known to the whole world.

Glutton let out a long roar, trying not to damage the building below, and flanking it to reveal the figure behind it.

Rhaegar's silver hair was flowing, holding little Beron in his arms, one big and one small laughing heartily.

Rhaenyra was right, the two children should be exposed in front of the people of King's Landing.

Imitate what my grandmother Alyssa did, soar into the sky with her two newborns on a dragon.

Targaryen was born to be on the back of a dragon.

(End of this chapter)

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