Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day Chapter 515

Chapter 515: Deceiving Damon

Tylosi.

Prince's palace, covered bridge on the water.

A graceful figure stopped by the bridge, staring down at the calm water.

The Covered Bridge is the first bridge in Tyrosi, spanning the east and west ends of the estuary.

The Prince's Palace is located on the east side of the covered bridge, with green willows planted on both sides. They were all completed during the reign of the new prince.

The figure dropped a pebble, causing ripples to appear on the calm water.

Messalia then sighed, her pale palms pressed against the dragonstone fence.

Watch from a distance.

Wearing a blue floral floral corset dress with a slender snow neck wrapped in a silk scarf to cover up the pale skin as much as possible.

Because of his skin color, he is called "white maggot".

She stood by the bridge, all alone.

Lament the mystery of fate.

Russling, rustling…

There was a familiar sound of footsteps coming from behind, steady and powerful.

Messalia turned her head slightly and saw Damon dressed in black.

“Another one here, you're wasting your maid's role.”

Damon had a calm voice, leaning on the railing of the covered bridge, observing his mistress's changing temperament sideways.

Messaria turned her head in disgust and said emotionally: "I want to be alone and not embarrass others."

“Don't think so bad of me.”

Damon leaned over and said meaningfully: "Tell me the reason?"

　　Why did my temperament suddenly change drastically? It was like a different person.

Being questioned carelessly, Mesalia felt helpless and boldly asked: "Who leaked the news about my pregnancy?"

After the first unexpected miscarriage in her life, she broke up with Damon.

In the years that followed, the two parties maintained contact with each other in buying and selling information.

Of course, she is also connected with Otto Hightower, and she belongs to the fence-sitting faction that pleases both sides.

This also led her to buy the first house and the first stone building in the man-eating Flea Bottom.

As Daemon captured Tyrosh, the other party approached her again and asked her to serve as the intelligence chief.

I think that the reason why she and Daemon broke up was because Damon did not have a stable territory and could only be controlled by the king's brother.

Daemon became the Lord of Tyrosh, so she was naturally willing to defect to him.

The two had a passionate affair and resumed their underground romance.

After years of hard work, it was finally confirmed that I was pregnant a few months ago.

But, she didn't want the news to leak out so quickly!

　　Listening to his mistress's questioning, Damon avoided her gaze and said bluntly: “I broke the news.”

Xiaomei did a good job in prevention, but he spread the news deliberately.

With one sentence, Messalia was immediately offended and her voice increased: "Damon, I am just your mistress, have you ever thought about me!?"

Who is she, a foreign dancer.

　　Have been a prostitute, worked as an intelligence dealer, my background experience is low to the core.

Look at Damon's first wife.

The only daughter of the most powerful island owner of Shitou Island in the Seven Kingdoms, and the owner of Vhagar, the three founding dragons of the country.

In Xiaomei's circle, Damon is the person with the highest status.

Lannar is a close friend of the current queen, and the entire Velaryon family and allies are behind her.

What can Xiaomei do to compete with it?

Dimeng was silent for a moment, obviously understanding the meaning of Xiaomei's words.

Messaria was so angry that she gritted her teeth and said, "Why don't you wait until my fetus is stable and everything is ready before spreading the news?"

Once she gives birth to a son, he will immediately be the next heir to Tyrosh.

How could Lanner and the family behind her tolerate this?

　　She is just a mortal body, without the protection of a dragon or identity. Any assassination can take away her life.

“If you get pregnant out of wedlock, the child is illegitimate.”

Damon tilted his head, leaning on the fence with his elbows, and whispered: "I have to spread the news first, and then get married openly."

Over the years, he slept with many women, even delaying Tyrosh's development.

It has a bad reputation for this.

Of course, the previous reputation was not much better.

Prince of the Capital, Prince of Sluts, Lord of Flea Bottom…

but!

That was just the way he behaved as the second son and was unable to change his situation.

Don't care about other people's opinions and enjoy the joy of life as much as possible.

It might as well be another kind of self-paralysis.

Today, he rules Tyrosh, one of the nine Free Cities.

As the bloodline of Prince Baelron of Spring Dawn, he established another branch of Targaryen.

There was no opportunity in the past, but now there is an opportunity.

He must regain his strength and prove to his brother, nephew, and parents who prefer his brother.

Daemon Targaryen did not make things worse.

He is just pretending to be bad, and he is more capable of creating a great cause than his brother.

For this reason,

A qualified heir becomes the top priority in a great cause.

Looking at the confident Damon, Mesalia's heart ached and she was speechless for a moment.

Upon seeing this, Damon said seriously: "You and the child will be safe, and I will not repeat the same situation."

“Then marry me immediately and give me a title!”

Messalia breathed heavily and took the opportunity to make a request.

Da Meng had already expected it and said calmly: "I am already planning the wedding, so there is no need to worry about the status."

His brother gave him special privileges before abdicating the throne.

Even my good nephew Rhaegar cannot disobey this.

Hearing this, Mesalia was still dissatisfied and emphasized: "I'm talking about immediately, a ceremony, and a wedding room."

The formal wedding takes at least a month to hold.

She is afraid of long nights and many dreams.

Damon frowned and said coldly: "I am a prince, not a poor boy from Flea Bottom. I have to be secretive when marrying a woman."

“But I'm a whore.”

Messalia revealed her background and said angrily: "Your little willfulness will put me in danger."

She is a third party in the position. If she doesn't sneak around, will she be suffocated to death while sleeping?

The lower one's origin is, the more acute his sense of danger is.

Xiaomei could feel countless pairs of eyes staring at her.

It was Damon who personally exposed her, a white maggot, to the public eye.

Damon was upset by the quarrel and tried to endure it: "Then you must also understand that after marrying me, you will no longer be a lowly prostitute."

He does not care about a woman's origin, but his children cannot be humiliated by it.

No matter how lowly the maggot is, hiding under the protection of the dragon, no vulture or hyena dares to peep.

“Forget it, you and I don't agree.”

Messalia sighed again and really wanted to leave.

When the child is born safely, he emerges from the darkness.

　　Daemon ignored her and leaned on the edge of the covered bridge, quietly watching the large and small ships coming in and out on both sides.

The two of them stopped talking and were quiet for a while.

Mesalia felt awkward and took a deep breath: "I want to be quiet for a while. Do you have anything else to do?" She was so full of money that she could hardly speak.

Damon glanced sideways and said simply: "Waiting for someone."

“Who is coming?”

Mesalia's eyes suddenly became sharp and alert.

Damon opened his mouth and was about to answer.

A strong wind smelling of ashes blew across the sky, blocking what he wanted to say.

Damon raised his head and looked into the distance, and said calmly: "The people are coming!"

The words just fell.

A pair of jet-black dragon wings shrouded the port bit by bit like they were nibbling away, each time they flapped, they set off waves of scorching air that blew through their clothes.

Messaria's eyes widened, and her jaw almost dropped.

“Glutton, land!”

The cold voice reached my ears, like beads falling on a jade plate.

The huge black dragon circled in the sky and slowly landed at one end of the covered bridge.

This is it, it's not over yet.

“Hiss…”

A light blue giant dragon of slightly smaller size flew over leisurely, like an elf in the blue sky, gracefully lowering its body.

When the two giant dragons landed one after another, Mesalia recovered from the shock.

It's not that she has never seen a dragon before.

Daemon's Coraxio, whom she even had the honor of riding with.

But for dragons as huge as Glutton and Dreamfire, she only saw Vhagar quietly in the dark when Lannal came to Tyrosh to question Daemon.

Messaria breathed a sigh of relief and said with emotion: "Early on, I heard that His Majesty the Iron Throne tamed the world's largest wild dragon at a young age, and he truly lived up to his reputation."

　　In the past, I was of low status, huddled in a flea hole and had no chance to see him.

“Come on, come with me and have a good meeting.”

Daemon raised the corners of his mouth slightly, looking forward to what his nephew would bring.

A few minutes later.

At the end of the covered bridge, Rhaegar and Daemon met.

Rhaegar stands upright, with long silver-gold hair hanging naturally, and purple eyes with scrutiny.

Daemon held the hilt of the sword on his side with one hand, raised his head and looked at his nephew, his demeanor calm and unhurried.

Neither uncle nor nephew spoke first, and the atmosphere was so depressing that it was breathless.

Messaria put on a silk scarf and stood quietly beside Daemon, observing the expressions of the uncle and nephew during the confrontation.

Noble! arrogant!

Extraordinary nobility, unparalleled arrogance.

Coming from the extraordinary dragon blood, he is unyielding in his heart.

In comparison.

Helena and Rhaegar stood side by side, occasionally tugging at the wrinkled simple clothes, or lowering their heads to dig out the dirt between their fingernails.

As for the confrontation between uncle and nephew?

She didn't care, she didn't see it at all.

Finally, when the four people had different intentions, the stalemate was broken.

Rhaegar remained silent, the corners of his lips raised.

Damon sighed helplessly, knelt down on one knee unwillingly, and saluted: "Your Majesty."

As he spoke, he raised his head high and looked directly into his nephew's eyes.

This is his last stubbornness.

Rhaegar immediately smiled and stretched out his hand to help his good uncle: "Don't worry about the courtesy."

“Haha.” Damon sneered.

Believing the lies told by my good nephew.

As usual, Rhaegar suppressed his good uncle's arrogance and went straight to the point: "I heard that you are getting married."

As he spoke, he looked sideways at Mesalia and looked him up and down: "Is this Mrs. Xiaomei?"

Take a closer look.

She is a beautiful woman.

She has black hair tied back, a slim and charming figure, and a skin as pale as paper, which adds a bit of dignity to a sickly beauty.

Just standing there, without explaining her background, her temperament is more noble than that of an ordinary lady.

Feeling the king's gaze, Messalia forced herself to calm down and winked at Daemon secretly.

Rhaegar looked away and waved his hand: "Don't be nervous, I don't mean any harm."

Just want to see what a woman who can seduce a good uncle and even make him steal dragon eggs looks like.

When I saw it today, I felt quite like Reese's black swan.

Perhaps both of them came from humble backgrounds and climbed to high places by virtue of their ability.

Damon calmly declared his sovereignty and said: "She is pregnant with my child, and I want to marry her."

It seems that he is afraid that his good nephew will ruin his good deeds.

Rhaegar did not have such leisure. He chuckled and said, "Who you marry has nothing to do with me. My father has made an exception for you, so I have no reason to object."

What's more, if my good uncle marries Bai Maggot, it doesn't mean he has failed his father's plan.

Establishing the royal family's absolute right to rule.

Damon's eyes narrowed and he asked: "Then what is your purpose in coming to Tyrosh?"

Other than marrying more than one, he couldn't think of any other big things.

“Sea of smoke!”

Rhaegar looked serious and pointed out: "Volantis and Slaver's Bay intend to break the order of the disputed land. I plan to take the opportunity to send troops to re-integrate Volantis and the Sea of Smoke into the territory of ancient Valyria."

Volantis is not important, and neither is Slaver's Bay.

The wild young dragon of Danyan Sea, the clan land of the Land of Long Summer.

Even the dragon's horn that appears repeatedly in dreams is very important!

If you don't get it for a day, you won't have peace of mind for a day.

Hearing this, Daemon gradually lost his vigilance and analyzed who the enemy was: "The Volantis Tiger Party and the Elephant Party are at odds with each other, and there are still remnants of the Three Daughters in Slaver's Bay."

“You and I plus Helena are enough to quell the war.”

Rhaegar spoke frankly on behalf of Helena on the side: "The Sea of Smoke is in danger. After we capture Volantis, you and I will explore together."

“How will the harvest be distributed?”

Dimon asked for benefits without thinking.

Rhaegar had already prepared: "Velaryon's fleet will accompany us, and the royal family will receive 50% of the harvest. All special items will be mine."

“There are too many.” Damon frowned subconsciously when he heard about the special items.

Rhaegar's expression remained unchanged, and he held out a finger: "The baby dragon was captured successfully, and your heirs will be given priority to tame it."

The chance of taming a baby dragon that has reached adulthood is higher than hatching a dragon egg.

Sure enough, Daemon no longer refused, and then put forward a condition: "I want you to suppress Rhaenyra and don't ruin my good deeds."

“Do your best.”

Rhaegar knew what was going on, so he opened his mouth to do it.

Suppression is impossible. He planned to be the driving force behind it from the beginning.

Dear Uncle Wang, you are the vanguard of this power struggle.

(End of this chapter)

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