Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day Chapter 522

Chapter 522 Backstab from Helena

The next day.

High tower, silent hall.

The dragon stone walls are painted with murals of various gods, making the hall dim and dull.

More than a dozen towering stone pillars run through the upper and lower floors, with hollow surfaces to hold books and utensils.

In the center of the hall, there is a curved altar.

Helena sat sideways in front of the candlelit altar, wearing a light blue silk dress to cover her calves, and softly sang ancient Valyrian nursery rhymes.

When Rhaegar walked into the hall, he saw this peaceful scene.

　　Listen carefully to the songs, your voice will be soft and delicate, full of relaxing softness.

"Winter in Valyria", a song in praise of winter."

A bald, red-robed monk walked out from the side and spoke in a smooth voice.

Rhaegar kept his eyes straight and said calmly: "The origin of the song is that of a herdsman family in ancient Valyria, whose wife gave birth in the winter."

The red-robed monk showed a sweet smile, and the small tattooed characters all over his face were beating as if alive, and he asked curiously: "What's the result?"

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Rega's eyes flashed with memories, and he said naturally: "The heavy snow did not prevent the baby from being born, nor did it prevent the mother from giving birth. Even the sheep in the sheepfold did not freeze to death."

“The ending of the story is just like this warm winter hymn.”

Otherwise, it would not be called a warm winter.

“What a heart-warming ballad.”

The red-robed monk smiled slightly and added: "It is indeed a famous nursery rhyme in ancient Valyria. It is very suitable for mothers to coax their children to sleep."

Hearing this, Rega looked sideways, but he saw Helena, who had her back turned to him, turning her head, with confusion on her face as big as a palm.

Helena blinked her eyes and continued humming the unfinished nursery rhyme.

Rhaegar was discerning and did not interrupt, talking to the red-robed monk: "Varys, what's the new news from Slaver's Bay?"

A new dragonlord appears, challenging the Targaryen majesty.

Slaver's Bay will have to pay a price.

Varys had a look of understanding on his face. He put his hands in his sleeves and dug through them with humility on his face: "Dear Your Majesty, that false dragon king has claimed the legitimacy of coming from the Free Fortress."

With a slight regret in his voice, he handed over a piece of paper.

The corner of his mouth curled up and he added: "The priest said that Slaver's Bay, in the name of the false dragon king, recruited wizards from Asshai and married concubines to spread the dragon seeds."

Rhaegar took the note and glanced at him: "You seem happy?"

“Nothing can be hidden from your eyes.”

Varys smiled shyly and said lightly: "You know me. All precious books and magic-related things are like my lifeblood."

For witchcraft, he is very confident and not inferior to others.

Rhaegar didn't like the smooth voice that reached his ears: “Have you lost your lifeblood?”

An uncastrated monk pretends to be a mutilated person.

If it weren't for his skill, he would be dragged out to feed the dragon as an appetizer.

Varys showed a hint of grievance and muttered in a low voice: "Your Majesty, are you thinking of something impolite again?"

“If you keep using this tone, your thoughts will become reality.”

Rhaegar glanced sideways, his fingers clenching the note in vain.

Warris immediately shut up and stepped back.

There is nothing wrong with working for the royal family.

Not only is it safe, but the speed of collecting precious classics is much faster than one person.

Seeing this, Rega opened the note and looked at it.

There is no important news, just trivial matters in daily life.

The new Dragon King takes wives and concubines, his sisters marry good masters, and the family strives to flourish.

Don't say that.

After seeing the above content, Rhaegar half-believed the fact that the new Dragon King claimed to be a descendant of the Fitznic family.

The winning method of giving birth to a child is a specialty of the Fitznick family.

“Haha, a bunch of young people.”

Rhaegar smiled sarcastically, his eyes specifically focused on the wizard from the land of Asshai for a few seconds.

Rhaegar raised his eyebrows slightly and murmured.

The legacy of a strange and absurd world. I heard that there are magic researchers such as shadowbinders and alchemists everywhere.

The sea serpent Corliss once arrived in Asshai during his nine voyages.

I heard from the other party that the folk customs there are very dangerous.

If possible, I would rather go to the Far North Glacier again than touch the cursed land of Asshai.

A ball of flame burst out, and the note burned up in his hand.

Lega's eyes narrowed and he murmured to himself: "The tide of magic is getting stronger and stronger, and all sorts of monsters and monsters are beginning to emerge."

Especially on the way back from the Sea of Smoke to the Disputed Land, the magic tide fluctuated once.

It must indicate something.

The hall door opened with a harsh sound.

Joanna's black hair was hanging down, and she approached with a swaying figure.

Rhaegar glanced at her.

Joanna bowed and reported: "There is news from Tyrosh that Daemon went to Guangzhou to send out invitations to attend his wedding to Mrs. Xiaomei."

“He really can't wait.”

Rhaegar smiled and asked, "What is the attitude of the sea serpent and Lannar?"

　　Johanna answered truthfully: "The news from Chaotou Island has not yet come back. Mrs. Lanner locked herself in the room, not eating, sleeping, or talking to anyone."

Thought for a while and mentioned: "On the other hand, Miss Benila broke into the dragon's lair and wanted to ride on Yue Wu, but was stopped by the dragon guard."

“As expected.”

Rhaegar nodded, as expected.

Speaking of which, Benilla's character is indeed like a father, and she has a strong drive to fear nothing.

More bold than his three sons combined.

"It is a pity that Rhaenyra did not bear me a child with the title of Brave."

Rhaegar thought unsatisfied.

His grandfather was known as "Berlon the Brave".

The eldest son bears the name of Belron, but his character is very reserved, and his words and deeds are calm and dignified.

The second son and the youngest son…

A naughty egg and a boring person.

Three sons each inherited part of his personality, but none of them were exactly alike.

Getting the news he wanted, Rhaegar waved his hand and motioned for Joanna to step back.

Varys didn't leave.

At the beginning of the establishment of the flat-topped tower, the Silent Hall was his activity area.

“Brother, are you leaving?”

The nursery rhyme stopped abruptly, and Helena stood up slowly, her big eyes full of doubts.

“I've come to say goodbye to you.”

Rhaegar raised a smile and asked, "Why are you here?"

The little girl is introverted and rarely sings alone.

Helena shook her head, folded her hands in front of her belly, and said casually: "I'll come as soon as I want."

A person can better pursue inner peace when he is alone.

Otherwise, the pictures in the mind will always affect the mind.

Rhaegar expressed understanding.

Special talents bring special flaws.

When he was a child, he was also haunted by nightmares.

After adulthood, the number of dreams decreases, and only key precognitive dreams appear.

Helena tilted her head, her long curly hair spread over her chest, and said, "This trip will go smoothly, I'm very relieved."

"certainly."

Rhaegar chuckled.

Helena's eyes flashed cunningly, and she said with a stern face: “Take care of Aemond, he is doing bad things.”

“Eamond?”

Rhaegar hesitated. This boy is not in the storm land, so he can do no bad things.

Can't you ever plan to regret your marriage?

“Anyway, take care of him.”

Helena is like a big sister, complaining to her parents.

Rhaegar didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he agreed: "Okay, I'll beat him up when we meet."

I haven't heard back from him for more than half a month, so I really should call him.

I'm afraid I'm not wandering around outside.

At noon, the scorching sun is high.

A huge black dragon that was as big as a small mountain soared into the sky, flapped its wings that covered the sun, and slowly flew out of the sky above Lys.

The common people looked up and speeded up their pace to see him off.

Even after all these years, Deathwing's reputation remains terrifying.

at the same time,

Chaotou Island, Gaochao City.

A mud dragon with a pitted body and an ugly appearance flew across the tide and landed directly in the forecourt of the castle.

As soon as the sheep thief landed on the ground, he flicked his long and thick dragon tail.

With a crisp click, the gallows hanging the mummy broke.

The dragon wings support the ground, and the small claw hook is stepped on.

The crows gnawing at the flesh and blood screamed and flew around, and the mummy was crushed into a pile of debris.

“Be honest, you sheep thief!”

Eamond gave a symbolic scolding, turned over and jumped off the dragon's back.

“Hiss!”

The sheep thief screamed shrilly and swayed toward the corner of the courtyard, paying no attention to the driver.

Who told it to do this?

The one-eyed boy who doesn't mean what he says.

Aemond has an expressionless face. He has long been accustomed to this mud dragon with personality.

Under the watchful eyes of the arriving guards, he walked into the castle at a leisurely pace.

Jiubi Hall,

Throwing aside the attendants who led the way, Aemond came here with a clear purpose.

Rhaenys had been waiting in the hall for a long time when she heard the roar of the dragon.

Rhaenys was very surprised to see her nephew arriving, but still welcomed her: "Aemond, did you come alone?"

Over the years, the Targaryens and Velaryons reconciled.

She and her nephews and nieces often see each other.

Rhaegar became king and still respected her.

Little Darren is the fiancé of his granddaughter Renya, and works as a bartender in Climax City.

Aegon was a wild man, foolish but sensible.

Eamond is also very good, even exceptionally good.

As the second son of his cousin, he studied poetry and history diligently, and honed his ruthless swordsmanship.

Not only does he sit in King's Landing to handle affairs, but he also inspects the situation in the Stormlands and Dorne Marches all year round.

It can be called a living sign that belongs to the second son alone, and enjoys a good reputation in the seven countries.

Facing his aunt's question, Aemond did not answer, but asked: "Aren't Lord Corlys and Daeron here?"

As he spoke, he looked around with one eye, as if looking for the two of them.

“Daeron is delivering orders for Corliss, you may have to wait to see him.”

Rhaenys frowned and asked again: "Rhaegar sent you, what are your orders?"

"No!"

Confirming that no one was there, Aemond denied it lightly and said: "I came here for myself, and..."

As Rhaenys watched, he climbed the steps to the driftwood throne.

Putting his palms on the cold water and sinking wood, his one eye was dim and uncertain, and he said cautiously: "Some big things that help people make progress."

Rhaenys frowned deeper, looking at her nephew's rude behavior of touching the driftwood throne, and wanted to scold her.

Suddenly, a thick voice stepped faster.

“Let's talk about it, I'm really curious.”

Rhaenys and Aemond turned their heads at the same time and looked at the side door of the hall.

The sea snake's dark face was full of interest, its injured body got rid of the crutches, and walked forward with steady steps.

Aemond blinked and smiled evilly: "I guess you will listen."

Colliss didn't waste any time. He walked up the steps and sat on the driftwood throne, swearing his sovereignty as the master of this place.

Eamond walked down the steps, moved a chair and sat down.

Rhaenys ignored the overt and covert fight between the two men and said helplessly: "Corlys, the maester said you should pay attention to rest."

The injury hasn't healed yet, so we have to mix it up again.

Sea Snake waved his hand, not caring: "My body knows it well, the bachelor is just alarmist."

A mature old sailor has his own way of judgment.

Rhaenys couldn't care less about the other person.

“Lord Corliss, what do you think of this war in the Sea of Smoke?”

Aemond spoke at the right time, steering the conversation towards war.

The sea snake had a serious look on his face: "There are dragons in the misty sea, and war is inevitable. We just need to figure out how much it will cost."

"Volantis is the front line of the war, and my brother will not let it go."

Emond stared at the other party, with the corner of his mouth slightly raised: "How should we distribute the land after we conquer it?"

The sea snake's expression changed slightly, and he said calmly: "Of course it will be distributed by the king, and maybe it will be put under the direct jurisdiction of the king."

“What if we knock it down first?”

Aemond's eyes sparkled and he said expectantly: "Volantis is beyond the scope of the disputed land. The city-state itself has an overpopulated population but no high-quality specialties. It is thankless for the royal family to manage it."

“What do you mean?” The sea snake frowned.

He probably guessed it.

Among the nine free trade city-states, there are inevitably some city-states with poor trade.

Like Lorath, which has no ice-free port, and Qohor, which is located in the inland forest.

Volantis was known as the "Daughter of Valyria" and was once very prosperous.

After the failure of the invasion in the Bloody Era, the city-state's economy plummeted.

The filthiness of urban areas and the drying up of springs were considered signs of decline.

Had it not been for Volantis being integrated into the trade chain of the disputed land after the Narrow Sea War, the economy would have been declining year by year.

Aemond did not hide his ambitions and spoke directly about his ambitions: "Volantis is not a good territory for my brother. Maybe he should give it to me and let me manage it for him."

The sea serpent said calmly: "What good does Velaryon do?"

Aemond said: "I will imitate the tower system of Lys. Velaryon can choose a councilor, and the port will not charge Velaryon fees."

"this…"

The sea snake was moved when he heard the words, and rubbed his chin with his big hand.

Aemond continued: "You send out troops, I send out dragons, and we work together to capture Volantis and reduce the burden on the army to go to war."

"I may not be able to reward my brother with Volantis as soon as he pleases me."

The sea serpent weighed the pros and cons and refused: "No, dividing the prince's territory is not a child's play. Velaryon only obeys the king's orders."

Without the previous sentence, he would still consider it.

Don't even think about asking Velaryon to bear all the troops.

As for Emond's proposal, he could only say that it was a good idea.

However, the strategy is not clever enough and full of loopholes.

The sea snake helped him, but he probably lost all his money.

Being rejected, Aemond was not angry and said calmly: "I think Velaryon needs an ally, a reliable ally!"

Chasing the lessons of King Daemon, he was very keen on the territory of a trading city-state.

Stonehelm City is certainly good, but its location is remote and its income is pitiful.

Comparatively, Aegon, who was sitting on the Stepstone Islands, did the least work, but gained several times more wealth than he did.

Hearing this, the sea snake's already dark face turned even darker.

The former ally was Daemon, who had deserted his daughter.

(End of this chapter)

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