Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day Chapter 495

Chapter 495: Digging a hole for Damon

Rhaenys was relatively calm. She glanced at Daemon who was watching the show, and stepped forward to greet her nephew: "Corlys is still outside, you men can talk about your own affairs."

“Then excuse me.”

Rhaegar was very sensible and happened to have missed dinner.

“Brother, why are you here?”

Little Darren looked surprised and trotted wagging his butt, like a greedy cat smelling the fishy smell.

Benila and Rhaena are behind him.

When they saw Rega sitting at the dining table, their eyes lit up and they excitedly stepped forward to talk.

Chirping, so quiet.

Surrounded by several children, Rhaegar sniffed the dragon stench on his body and said helplessly: "You guys really need to stay away from me, don't stink the whole nest."

“It's okay, I'm not afraid.”

Little Darren giggled, scratched his head and sat on a seat next to him.

Hands up his buttocks, squeezing out Benila who was about to sit down.

Benila's eyes widened, and she raised her hand to give him two punches.

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Renia quickly grabbed her and gave up her seat to protect her husband.

Rhaegar watched with interest, admiring Benila's bravery.

Turning his head, Damon was chatting privately with a male attendant who was serving the meal, and interrupted: "Have you considered teaching Benila martial arts?"

Damon turned back in confusion, waved the male attendant to leave, and asked: "Like that silly girl Helena?"

“She's not stupid!”

Rhaegar emphasized seriously and rubbed Benila's head: "She is your heir and a dragon knight. She can learn some martial arts to protect herself."

Daemon sneered: "It's up to you. Anyway, my two daughters are the adopted daughters of you and Rhaenyra."

Rhaegar frowned slightly, observing the expressions of Benila and Renya.

Renia smiled as she watched the conversation between her father and her cousin.

Benila was a little aggrieved, snorted heavily, and turned her head to ignore her father.

Rega was thoughtful and nodded silently: "Okay, I'll watch the teaching."

He felt that the good uncle didn't seem to care much about the future of the two girls.

　　It's not that I don't love you, but it's a kind of careless indulgence.

　　"Let Rhaenyra teach you a lesson later, don't waste two good seedlings."

Rhaegar looked as usual, teasing the three children with secret calculations in his heart.

The dishes are served and the candlelight flickers.

Rhaenys and Lannar sat next to each other, asking about the feat of herding dragons from time to time.

The dragon-hugging people in the dragon's lair can simply command the dragon, which is limited to commands such as entering and exiting the dragon's pit, feeding, and comforting.

It is unheard of to whip a giant dragon with a whip and drive several adult dragons to fly.

“Rhaega, is this whip a dragon training tool?”

Rhaenys put her elbows on the table and looked closer at the dragon-taming whip placed in front of her nephew.

It's pitch black, with barbs all over the body, and the handle is made of Valyrian steel…

　　It is very unusual at first glance.

Rhaegar did not hide his clumsiness and said: "The dragon kings of ancient Valyria have many secret treasures of dragon training, and this is just one of them."

Daemon's eyes flickered and he discussed: "I saw in the library of Pentos that certain dragon king families hold a horn that controls dragons."

“That's just a legend.”

Lannar looked a little helpless and said: "The Valyrian Peninsula was destroyed, and the biographies left behind are difficult to distinguish between true and false."

During the years they spent in the Free Trade City, Damon often spent time in the library in order to numb himself.

Specially read the stories left by the Dragon Kings.

Daemon ignored it and looked at Rhaegar with burning eyes, wanting to eat him alive.

In terms of understanding of the Dragon Kings, my good nephew is definitely above me.

He was eager to know more.

Feeling the attention of everyone, Rega thought about the purpose of his visit and said decisively: "Yes! And it's in the Sea of Smoke, but most people can't find it."

“The Sea of Smoke is dangerous,” Rhaenys commented.

Damon grinned and there seemed to be light in his eyes: "Can you find it? If you enter the sea of smoke."

Rhaegar went through the precognitive dream in his mind and thought to himself, "Yes".

With the means he already has.

The dragon compass searches for young dragons, the glazed candle and [Flower in the Mirror, Water and Moon] can see thousands of miles away, and it is a rough map of the land of long summer.

These three points are combined together, and the danger of the smoke sea will be minimized.

Just as he was about to speak, the door opened with a bang.

Sea Snake, dressed in dusty clothes, looked around and said hello: "Sorry, something happened in Hull Town, I came back late."

“Lord Corliss, I have something to ask you.”

Rhaegar stood up to show respect, his eyes were particularly firm, and he stated his purpose: "There are traces of wild young dragons in the Sea of Smoke. I plan to find the young dragons, and I need the fleet **** of the Velaryon family."

Sea Serpent was stunned for a moment, thinking he heard it wrong: "Do you want to lead the Velaryon family's fleet into the Sea of Smoke?"

Are you kidding? The Sea of Smoke is a key danger area.

Nine voyages, all the way through the sea of smoke.

As a saying in Chuanhuan Town goes:

“A wise sailor will run away from the storm before it comes.”

Rhaegar naturally understood the danger, but still persisted: "The young dragon cannot give up, not to mention that there is a special herb in the Sea of Smoke that can relieve my father's narcolepsy."

“With all due respect, this is an unrealistic decision.”

The sea snake sighed helplessly and said matter-of-factly: "The Sea of Smoke is very dangerous, but if it's for the king, Velaryon is no coward."

Velaryon was once again married to the royal family, and their relationship became much closer.

"However, Velaryon's fleet is insufficient to explore the Sea of Smoke."

The sea snake shook its head and expressed its difficulties.

After the Three Women's Kingdom and the Dorne War, only one of the family's fleets remained.

The remaining seeds are responsible for monitoring the Green Water River and cooperating with the Stone Step Islands to block the lower half of the Narrow Sea.

　　Unable to draw out troops and enter the dangerous sea.

Rhaegar touched his chin, thinking about how true or false the extra points the sea serpent said was true.

Sea Snake's eyes were bright and clear, and he sat calmly on the main seat, raising his hand to signal the Crown Prince to sit down and eat.

He really didn't tell lies.

Who doesn't want a baby dragon, but you have to be able to get it.

Risk and return are not proportional.

Rhaegar sat down and looked at Daemon.

Daemon was also meditating, wondering how many undiscovered treasures there were in the sea of smoke.

“Rhaegar, I have a suggestion.”

Rhaenys suddenly spoke, her expression a bit complicated.

Rega was startled and said humbly: "Auntie, tell me."

Rhaenys' nephew's sincerity gave Rhaenys the confidence to straighten her slightly curved spine, and the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes and tail were temporarily smoothed: "Compared to a young dragon, you should inherit your father's throne as soon as possible and solve the hidden dangers after the war."

Lega hesitated slightly, and wanted to say that one of the reasons for exploring the sea of smoke was for his father.

　　The words coming to your lips are really not nutritious, so just keep your mouth shut and choose to listen to the advice.

Seeing that he did not interrupt, Rhaenys's eyes flashed with relief: "Your father relies too much on the Imperial Council and handles many major matters carelessly. You must be prepared to take over a mess."

Rhaegar made no objection.

He has discovered the shortcomings of the Imperial Council and is planning to do something big after he ascends the throne.

Rhaenys was not done yet.

He glanced at Damon covertly and tried to be tactful: "How do you deal with the matter between you and Lady Jane? The whole valley knows that she is pregnant."

Rhaegar's lips were dry and he said: "The Church of the Seven Gods and I re-drafted the "Law of Exceptions"."

"uh-huh?"

Rhaenys looked sideways and shrugged.

Rhaegar is honest.

Damon watched from beginning to end, his eyebrows raised unconsciously, and he made an unkind smile.

Lannaer glanced at him. Damon:…

He turned his head and took a sip of wine in disappointment.

Rhaegar's head felt dizzy after asking so many crucial questions.

A flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he stared straight into Damon's eyes.

Through his eyes, Rhaegar saw greed.

Daemon also wants the baby dragon and the treasure of the Smoke Sea.

Rhaegar thought for a while and came up with a way to have both advantages and disadvantages.

　　The fleet of House Velaryon is dispatched to patrol the Sea of Smoke area.

If Daemon wants to enter the Sea of Smoke, let him patrol with a dragon.

It just so happens that Tyrosh is a gathering place for mercenaries, and there is no shortage of minions who get paid to do things.

If you dare to think and do it, Rega said directly: "Then seal off the smoke sea area, and no one will trespass on the left and right."

Damon immediately took the bait and asked, "Aren't you afraid that someone will get into the sea of smoke and kidnap the baby dragon?"

“I will arrange patrol candidates.”

Rhaegar raised his eyebrows, indicating something.

Damon remained silent and did not take the job rashly.

Sea Snake was very generous and agreed: "I will send people to block the Yanhai, at least to ensure that someone enters and sends the news immediately."

“Just do it.”

Rega decided to take action.

Looking back at all the government affairs in King's Landing, I couldn't help but feel a little headache: "I still have to fly back to King's Landing."

Damon shook the wine glass gently, looked at the wine hanging on the wall, and drank it all in one gulp.

At night, the stars are dotted.

King's Landing, Red Keep.

The king's palace opened, and the two white knights glanced back.

Rega rubbed his brows, said dryly "Thank you", turned around and walked out.

The white knight did not dare to neglect: "Prince, walk slowly."

Just now, I vaguely heard the conversation in the bedroom.

The prince is about to register!

Princess's bedroom.

The door quietly opened a crack, and a purple eye explored inside.

Quiet and dark.

Outside the door, Rhaegar felt anxious and tiptoed in.

Going through the hall first, the candlelight was dim.

Gently lift the bead curtain, revealing a large carved bed.

After confirming that there was no movement on the bed, Rega breathed a sigh of relief.

“Alright, alright, Rhaenyra is asleep.”

Otherwise, it would be awkward to discuss the matter of multiple marriages together.

“Rhaegar!”

In the silent environment, a cold voice suddenly sounded.

Rhaegar stiffened and gritted his teeth secretly.

Click!

A candlelight illuminated the room, and a hazy halo hit the two people in the room.

Rhaenyra was sitting quietly by the bed, holding a candlestick, her dress neatly gazing at him.

Look at that posture, he has woken up a long time ago.

Legaca stayed where he was, whether he was leaving or not.

Rhaenyra looked strange and patted the bedside: "Come here!"

"okay."

Rhaegar obediently came forward and sat upright next to Wen Run.

Taking the candlestick, he looked around and interrupted, "Where's the baby?"

“Sarah took care of him.”

Rhaenyra was annoyed and rolled her eyes: "Why are you so dishonest and touching my room in the middle of the night?"

Stay awake most of the night, listening to the roar of gluttons.

The first guess is that Rhaegar is back.

Rhaegar lay down with his head tilted, resting his head on the thigh wrapped in the red dress, and hugged his delicate waist: "I want to ascend the throne."

“Well, I'm going to be a queen soon.”

Rhaenyra lifted his chin with her green-white fingers and looked directly into those slightly melancholy purple eyes.

“Unhappy?”

“It's very troublesome.”

“How many people want to cause trouble but haven't had the chance yet.”

Rhaenyra's eyes were soft and she gave encouragement: "Think carefully about Aegon and Aemond's enfeoffment, and Daemon's backup."

“Daemon has no good fruit to eat.”

Rhaegar was very vindictive and muttered: "I caught a wild young dragon, and there is another one in Yanhai. I want to go, but they don't agree."

Rhaenyra listened silently and touched his face with her bare hands, knowing that Rhaegar wanted to go to the Sea of Smoke to find something to cure her father.

After a long time, Rhaegar yawned and said he was sleepy.

Hold her slender waist tightly, and rub her cheek a few times, hoping to get a good sleep first.

“Rhaegar.”

"Um?"

“You walked into my room in the middle of the night just to tell me a story?”

Rhaenyra had a soft voice and a malicious glint in her eyes.

“Huh?” Rhaegar opened his eyelids.

The red cloth was thrown over the head, and what came into view was a patch of white greasy.

“Who allowed you to sleep?”

Rhaenyra held her hands back, her red skirt covering her face on her legs, and her thighs tightened.

Rhaegar's eyesight turned dark.

“Are you afraid that I will be angry?”

Rhaenyra raised her hips to adjust to a comfortable position, breathing slightly: "Serve your queen well!"

“Woooo~!”

Rhaegar whined and shook his head in protest.

He doesn't like this approach.

“Protest is ineffective!”

Rhaenyra is fierce, just like she was bullied when she was a child, and she was hammered on the head under the red dress.

There was a bang, and Rhaegar had tears in his eyes.

The body lying on the side of the bed was kicked under the bed and forced to kneel on one knee.

It's so annoying, Rhaenyra is always so domineering.

He was often bullied when he was a child.

Always do some weird and bad things.

Rhaegar wiped away his tears on the white paper and resigned himself to his fate and worked hard.

“Hiss!”

Rhaenyra took a breath of cold air, her small earlobes dyed rose red, and her waist tilted back unconsciously.

Hold up the soft body with one hand and press it on the red skirt with the other.

The legs were clamped harder and harder, and a trace of revenge flashed in her charming eyes.

(End of this chapter)

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