Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day Chapter 563

Chapter 563 The Marriage of Belron

It is known to the Seven Kingdoms that the Young Dragon King has a pair of twins who look alike.

As the heir to the Iron Throne, the eldest son Baelron almost mirrors his father in every word and deed.

It was praised and favored by many princes and ministers.

Malice had a sharp eye and spotted her little brother with unlimited potential.

"Who are you talking about?"

Rhaegar was startled, sitting upright on the Iron Throne.

In addition to his brothers, the royal family consists of his sons.

Malis was so passionate that she looked at Bellon with gleaming eyes and said bluntly: "Your Majesty, you have two other young highnesses."

Rega's eyelids twitched wildly, and a line of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Following the other person's line of sight, he happened to see the eldest son with a confused look on his face.

Belron walked in front, clearing the way for his mother and brothers, looking at the many ministers with his purple eyes.

Completely unaware that he was being targeted by a bad woman.

"Miss Malice, the royal family is very grateful for your love, but there is a big age difference between the two young highnesses and you."

At the critical moment, Prime Minister Leonor stepped forward and refused with sharp words.

Rhaegar blinked, barely recovering from the shock.

After repeatedly looking at the ordinary-looking Malis, she only wanted to ask one question.

How dare you?

Baerron is only 6 years old, the natural heir to the Iron Throne.

How dare you try to let an old cow eat young grass.

Also surprised was Rhaenyra, who had just arrived.

Rhaenyra's eyes widened, she never thought that any woman would be so bold as to propose to the young prince in public.

Back then, Rhaegar was cute and cute, but he waited until he was 13 before he was seduced by Jenny.

"Ahem."

Rhaenyra coughed twice as a reminder and pulled the two twins to quicken their pace.

Malice stared intently, and immediately thought of a rebuttal in her mind: "Leonor, this is wrong."

"The two princes are still underage and are not suitable for marriage."

Leonor didn't care about this and stood loyally in front of the king.

Rhaegar's eyes were full of admiration, but he was worried that he could not refuse too bluntly.

At this moment, Leonor's bloated figure looked like a heavy shield.

Malice smiled slightly and said, "I'm not in a hurry, I can wait until the prince grows up."

As he spoke, his eyes swept over Rhaenyra and Janey, and he said boldly: "The age difference between His Majesty and the Queen is 8 years, and the age difference between His Majesty and Lady Janey is even greater."

Jenny's face turned slightly dark, and she stared sideways at Malice.

Which pot should not be opened and lifted?

Malice pretended not to see it, and said righteously: "I am the same age as Prince Aemond, and I have not yet reached the age of old age."

During the Four Storms, the late Cassandra was 19 years old, and her three sisters were each younger than the last.

Malice is the second eldest child and is under 16 years old.

There is a 10-year age difference with Verron.

Straight words, clear goals.

Rhaegar's brows knitted into a knot. Leonor didn't need to refute, and he said politely: "Miss Malis, happiness between two people is the foundation of marriage. Please pay more attention to the knights of the Seven Kingdoms, rather than the heirs of the monarch. ”

I really want the old cow to eat the young grass.

Impossible, absolutely impossible.

"His Majesty…"

Malice's brain seemed to be cramped, but she still wanted to continue fighting.

"Miss Malice, you seem to be drunk."

Before she could finish her words, Rhaenyra waved her hand to interrupt and called the guards: "Help Miss Maris go back to rest."

Let the other party say a few more words, and the people of Junlin will have another after-dinner joke.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The two guards had expressionless faces as they forked Malice down one from the left and the other from the right.

Malice looked aggrieved, but she didn't expect the grass from her mouth to fly away.

Just as he opened his mouth to say something, he was greeted by the double gazes of Rhaenyra and Jeyne.

For women, age is a drawback.

Malis spoke openly and insisted on naming names in front of the princes and ministers.

"Pfft!"

Margery, who had been silent all this time, couldn't help laughing, flattening her shoulders and shrugging slightly, trying her best to maintain a noble and elegant demeanor.

Malice is smarter than her sister Cassandra, but her intelligence is limited.

He is used to being clever and cannot grasp the scale.

A typical failure in the education of second sons and daughters.

Rhaegar watched Malis being dragged away with a black look on his face, not to mention feeling relieved.

If you can't take down me, you'll attack your son.

Is this queen a must?

"Berlon, come to me."

Rhaegar looked serious.

"Coming, father."

Belron secretly breathed a sigh of relief and quickly climbed onto the Iron Throne.

Rhaegar didn't say much, and kept his eldest son by his side to listen to the government, in order to enhance his eldest son's status.

Bellon was very clever and stood beside his father obediently.

Father and son are in agreement.

An heir should behave like an heir.

All the princes and ministers looked at each other, and it was difficult not to understand what the king meant.

No matter how evil-hearted the speculator is, he knows that Bellon's position is unshakable.

A brief silence passed, and the atmosphere became lively again.

Before the other nobles and earls came out, Jenny suddenly said: "Your Majesty, King Viserys has promised to restore Daenerys' surname. I would like to discuss it in detail."

Wow!

The whole place was in an uproar and fell into silence.

Leonor looked confused, his eyes turning on Rhaenyra and Jeyne, not knowing whether to intervene or not.

The issue of Guan Quan's surname was aroused at first.

Both the royal family and the nobles of the valley knew that there was discord in the king's court.

There is another scene that is vaguely reshaping the black parties and the green parties of the past.

Facing the cryptic gazes of all the ministers, Rhaegar smiled and said calmly: "Daenerys is my eldest daughter, and you will decide on the surname."

After saying that, he looked sideways at Rhaenyra who was looking down.

Rhaenyra looked up, rolled her eyes at him, and turned her head in acquiescence.

This is what she promised, and of course she won't break her promise.

Eamonn gathered around his mother, forming a human wall with Sister Benilla. Rhaenyra rubbed her head one by one and raised her chin proudly.

With many heirs, a group of dragon knights was created.

Jenny frowned slightly when she saw this scene.

But being inferior to others is inferior to others, and there is nothing to be jealous of.

Janey led her two daughters out and talked about business: "Daenerys, the eldest princess of the Seven Kingdoms, should bear the Targaryen surname."

Rhaegar listened and nodded secretly.

Then, I heard Jenny continue to say: "When Daenerys inherits the Eagle's Nest, she should change her surname to Arryn."

Regardless, the Vale must be governed by House Arryn.

"no problem."

Rhaegar had already been mentally prepared and said sincerely: "The naming ceremony will be held for Daenerys the day after tomorrow, before her uncle gets married."

The daughter inherits the Eagle's Nest City, a sure-profit business.

When the next generation grows up, the authority of the guardians of the seven realms will all be weakened. Controlling a valley in advance will be beneficial without any harm.

Jeyne smiled, rubbed her eldest daughter's silky silver hair, and whispered: "Daenerys, go to your father and let everyone see you."

Daenerys' pale face showed astonishment, and she hesitated: "But..."

"He owes you."

Jenny looked solemn and gave her eldest daughter ample confidence.

Daenerys was confused about whether she should listen to her mother or not.

The conversation between mother and daughter was not deliberately lowered, and everyone present could hear it.

Rhaegar rested his chin on his hand, looking forward to his daughter's decision.

He loved every child equally and was forced to make choices based on his status.

But no doubt, he wanted to know them better.

The eldest daughter appears to be a pale, weak little girl, but is she as brave as her father and brother in her heart?

"Mother."

Feeling the attention of others, Daenerys was very nervous and bit her teeth: "I want to take Anna with me."

Lyanna suddenly became energetic and volunteered to raise her hands.

She wanted to go. The iron chair looked very majestic.

Janey's eyes flickered, silently looking at Rhaenyra who was staring at her, and then at Rhaegar on the Iron Throne. Thousands of words turned into one instruction:

"Hold Anna."

A smile appeared on Daenerys's beautiful face, and she nodded vigorously: "Yes."

Lifting up the hem of her skirt with one hand, holding Lyanna with the other, she moved her little feet like flying.

Jeyne watched her two daughters run up to the Iron Throne, looking at someone provocatively.

Rhaenyra darkened her face slightly, trying not to have an attack.

"Father."

Daenerys's face turned red as she ran, and she rushed into her father's arms like a swallow returning to its nest.

"Come, my little princess."

Rhaegar smiled brightly, picked up his daughter, put her on his lap, and said happily: "You also have a surname."

He knew that his bloodline was not bad.

Daenerys looks weak, but she is actually soft on the outside and strong on the inside.

"I want it too, but you left me behind."

Lyanna puffed up her cheeks and stretched out her short hands.

"Okay, fat girl."

Rhaegar made a joke and had a daughter on each side of his legs.

Belron stood aside and scratched his head.

His father had never hugged him like this.

Rhaegar didn't even look at it. Boy, be strong.

"Father."

Belron had a strange look in his eyes and tugged at the corner of his father's clothes.

Rega lowered his head in shock and received the look from his eldest son.

Looking down, Jeyne and Rhaenyra looked at each other from a distance, and there seemed to be sparks in their eyes.

Several imperial ministers stood in the middle and leaned back silently.

Lin Man, at his age, lowered his head like a grandson.

Rhaegar pursed his lips, suddenly not knowing whether to sympathize with the ministers or himself.

The two women confront each other **** for tat, and in the end it is themselves who suffer.

"Alas." Belron sighed for his father like a little adult.

Although he is still young, he understands a lot.

Otherwise, Daenerys would not have been given dragon eggs.

It's just that by mistake, the dragon egg hatched in Anna's hands.

Rhaegar raised his eyebrows and noticed the melancholy look on his eldest son's face.

Especially that fair face that is 90% similar to his own when he was a child, it brings back so many memories.

Who first asked Rhaenyra and him to follow family tradition?

Regas thought about this, his eyes fell on Leonor, he raised his hand to his mouth and coughed lightly.

"Ahem!~"

A pindrop could be heard in the hall, and the sound of a cough was immediately noticeable.

Leonor also turned back and looked at the king inquiringly.

An idea flashed in Rhaegar's mind, and he nodded vaguely at Belron and Daenerys in his arms.

"Um?"

Leonor was confused at first, then suddenly realized, and said: "Your Majesty, Miss Malice is talking nonsense, but Prince Bellon is the crown prince, so he should consider marriage in advance."

When Rega heard this, the corners of her lips raised slightly.

Sure enough, no fool can become the Hand of the King.

But the imperial minister was not sure.

Jaspi raised his head and asked in surprise: "Prince Bellon is only 6 years old. Who is he engaged to?"

If there are idiots trying to figure it out, smart people will know what to do.

Tormund put his hands in his sleeves and said with a smile: "According to the special Targaryen tradition, it is natural to select from the royal family."

Lin Man and Ovel reacted a moment too late, looked at each other, and nodded silently.

The topic of choosing an engagement partner for the crown prince was so sharp that it struck the hearts of the nobles.

The ministers just had the idea, but were repelled by the Minister of Intelligence who said he should follow tradition.

However, there are still people who have the qualifications and are destined to win.

The sea snake straightened its back, always with a serious expression, and said solemnly: "Your Majesty, Miss Baela is of both Targaryen and Velaryon blood, and she grew up with Prince Bellon."

(End of chapter)

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