Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day Chapter 587

Chapter 587 Five Thrones

The siblings left hand in hand, leaving Allison alone in a daze.

Looking at the back of his second son and his lingering indifference deeply stimulated his fragile soul.

Allison's eyes were red and his lips moved slightly.

Director's Hall.

Facing the sunset, Helena slowly opened the door.

"Come in."

Helena spoke softly and stepped in with ease.

I was stunned for a moment and found the embroidery basket left behind in the corner, and happily sat on the carpet.

Emond had a panoramic view and asked strangely: "Do you often have to deal with government affairs?"

With the eldest brother away, Rhaenyra and Aegon, the two idiots, went their separate ways.

In the huge Red Fort, it seems that my sister is the only one working.

"yes."

Helena agreed casually and smiled shyly: "I can't help but sign."

"It's not easy."

Aemond leaned against the doorframe, speechless.

Helena didn't care. She embroidered the embroidery on her hands and reminded her in a low voice: "You have to go to the Sea of Smoke."

"reason?"

Aemond crossed his arms over his chest.

"Help him and inherit the legacy of his homeland."

Helena took the matter seriously and said seriously with a small face: "This will prevent the darkness and coldness in the future."

Aemond's expression changed slightly, and he was very sensitive to similar words.

The divination girl suspected to be from the Orion family also warned him to be careful of darkness and cold winter.

Not long after the conversation ended, he received a letter from Helena.

After thinking for a while, he asked in surprise: "What is that thing in your mouth?"

"you?"

Helena tilted her head and noticed a clue.

Aemond shrugged, deliberately concealing the fortune-telling girl.

"All right."

Helena nodded slightly, her eyes showing confusion: "I saw a disaster coming from the north."

What it is exactly is unclear.

But the danger it brings is no worse than the doomsday catastrophe.

Aemond was dubious and asked tentatively: "What should I do?"

"I don't know. What I saw was very blurry."

Helena buried her head deeply and sped up her embroidery movements.

"What else did you see?"

Aemond felt a sense of urgency and stepped forward to question.

Too much has happened recently.

The Black Goat, Descendants of Orion, Divination…

Even Helena's nagging words brought varying degrees of pressure to him.

"Many, many."

Helena moved her hands for a moment and suddenly became nervous: "In the darkness, there are five thrones..."

That's what she wanted to tell her brother.

But…

In Aemond's confused and shocked eyes.

Helena caressed her bulging belly and murmured to herself: "Here he is, born sitting on a wooden chair."

"What?"

Aemond's one eye widened and he pretended to be calm: "You have a boy, right?"

"Maybe." Helena lowered her head and secretly clutched the half-embroidered tapestry tightly.

Aemond cast his gaze and saw a vicious black dragon with scarlet wings embroidered on the tapestry.

Helena became more and more nervous, her face gradually turned pale, and her whole body trembled slightly.

The reactions of the siblings were completely different.

Aemond was stunned and suddenly smiled:

"My little nephew."

At night.

Lys, tower.

The candlelight flickered, its light dim.

Rhaegar sat at the round table in the palace, concentrating on carving a necklace carefully.

Swish, swish, swish…

As traces of silver-gray steel shavings fell off, the intensity of the carving knife's swing became lighter and lighter.

squeak—

The door opened, and Rhaenyra walked in unsteadily.

A beautiful face was flushed, and a drop of fragrant wine hung on the red lips.

"Rhaega~!"

With dim eyes, Rhaenyra saw Rhaegar carving patiently, standing at the door with his head tilted.

My head was dizzy, but I still remembered not to disturb the other person.

He stepped forward gently and covered his mouth that was about to hiccup.

Rhaegar was still immersed in carving, unaware of the movements in the outside world.

Rhaenyra moved to the opposite side of the round table, leaning on the table with her elbows to take a clear look at the carved objects.

A necklace of Valyrian steel holding three dragon head pendants.

It was a family heirloom given to her by Rhaegar when the relationship between the siblings was at its strongest.

Buzz —

Suddenly, one of the dragon head pendants bloomed with a hazy halo, and its deep vertical pupils flashed red.

Rhaenyra opened her mouth slightly, then subconsciously covered it with her hands.

The dragon head pendant, which follows the shape of Balerion, has small characters engraved on the silver-gray scales, with silk threads connecting them into a whole.

The pair of dead vertical pupils suddenly became bright with energy.

Swish, swish, swish…

Rhaegar's face turned pale by three points, a line of sweat broke out on his forehead, and he continued to carve the second dragon head pendant.

With the first successful experience, a set of actions fell into place smoothly.

Carve a space inscription on the dragon head pendant that follows the shape of Meraxes, wrap the entire pendant with spiritual power, and transport the fire magic power purified from the heart to connect one by one.

Buzz —

The dragon head pendant bloomed with a blush, and Meraxes's narrow vertical pupils showed a silver light.

Rega's body stiffened for a moment, and his eyes suddenly blurred.

The mental strength and fire magic power were too much consumed, and the body was unable to bear the sudden cold.

After hesitating for a moment, Rhaegar took a breath and continued to carve the third dragon head pendant in the shape of Vhagar.

One is vigorous, the other is weak, the third is exhausted.

After carving two pendants, the spiritual power was reduced from five meters to one meter.

If I can't finish it in one go, I don't know when the next inspiration will come out.

Rega's face gradually turned pale, and the fire magic power in his blood continued to flow, carving only one dragon head pendant left.

Scales, space inscriptions, tandem fire magic...

After a set of procedures, cold sweat slid down his cheeks, and his fingers trembled uncontrollably.

Buzz —

Finally, the fine inscriptions formed a system, blooming with a hazy blush. Vhagar is alive in the world, and the dragon head pendant based on it has never opened its eyes.

A blush enveloped the entire pendant, and the exposed dragon teeth glowed with a cyan luster, making them look like they were shining brightly.

At this time, Rega's head felt dizzy and his consciousness became blurred.

Bang -

His body fell forward and his forehead hit the table solidly.

"Rhaegar!"

Rhaenyra was startled for a moment, and hurriedly helped the other person in her arms.

Rhaegar was sweating all over his body and opened his eyes in a daze.

The first thing he saw was Rhaenyra's nervous face.

Rhaegar was in a trance, opening his mouth slightly and unable to speak.

I can only curse secretly, no wonder there is a smell of milk mixed with wine.

"Wow~~"

Rhaenyra was worried when a milky cry came from under the desk.

The curtain hanging on the floor opened a corner, and a little dot with silver stubble came out.

"Visenya?"

Rhaenyra twitched the corner of her mouth, hesitantly put Rhaegar down, and reached out to pick up the baby.

"Wow~~"

Visenya was well nourished, waving her two little white lotus-rooted arms and shouting while baring her two little baby teeth.

Rhaenyra sighed helplessly and held her daughter in her arms.

After paying attention for a moment, I saw a footprint on my daughter's white velvet dress behind her.

"Huh?" Rhaenyra raised her eyebrows and kicked off Rhaegar's boots for comparison.

Rhaegar fell into a sequelae, lying on the table unable to move.

His consciousness was still clear, and he knew that he had used his daughter as a footrest.

It's not his fault.

Visenya was so noisy that she crawled all over the bedroom.

Nestled under the dark table, he fell asleep quietly.

"Rhaega, I really belong to you!"

Rhaenyra laughed angrily.

Thanks to him as a father, he can do it.

"Wow wow wow~~"

Visenya shook her head, threw herself into her mother's arms, and searched for her rice bowl.

After being stepped on for half an hour, my stomach was full of hunger.

Rhaenyra didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and kicked Rhaegar: "Let you go first."

She carried her extremely hungry daughter back to the bed and unbuttoned her skirt at the back.

Not long after, the sound of cooking came from the bedroom.

Time passes bit by bit...

The night is getting darker.

Visenya fell into a deep sleep, her little body curled up into a ball.

"Hiss~!"

Rhaegar took a deep breath and sat up, covering his head.

I have a terrible headache and feel like I'm going to explode.

"You're awake."

Rhaenyra didn't have time to button her skirt, so she poured a glass of warm water and handed it to her.

After such a torment, she, who was a little drunk, sobered up.

Rhaegar, on the other hand, was dizzy.

"Little things, let's take a look at these first."

Rhaegar shook his head, pushed the Valyrian necklace over, and took out the dragon-taming whip.

"Drink the water, it will be good for you."

Rhaenyra was helpless and picked up the necklace, which had undergone earth-shaking changes inside and outside.

Mobilizing a ray of fire magic power in the blood, he skillfully got into a pendant.

Buzz —

Rhaenyra's consciousness flashed and she perceived a cramped space three feet square.

Rega drank all the water in the cup and breathed out: "Look carefully, this should be my best finished product in the next few years."

Trying to release your spiritual power is no longer enough for you.

Some of the losses were too serious.

Recovery is as slow as a snail's pace.

Rhaenyra glanced at him, exploring the other two pendants in turn.

Meraxes' pendant contains a three-foot-square storage space.

The last dragon head pendant of Vhagar carefully inserted a wisp of fire magic power.

Buzz —

A three-meter-square space emerged, and the field of view was instantly three times wider than the previous two pendants.

"Rhaegar, this pendant?"

Rhaenyra was shocked. She didn't expect the gap to be so big.

Rega smiled proudly and pretended to be humble: "My limit can probably compete with Helena's space bracelet. No matter how big it is, it won't be enough."

"Can I use it?"

Rhaenyra couldn't put it down, and she felt uneasy in her heart.

Before she left King's Landing, the brother and sister had a quarrel.

"certainly."

Rega leaned back on the chair and said softly: "I see that you don't wear this necklace very much recently."

Rhaenyra pursed her lips, hearing something in her words.

Without saying anything else, he silently took off the necklace around his neck and put on a brand new dragon head necklace.

"Does it look good?"

Rhaenyra asked.

"Beautiful."

Rhaegar was in a daze for a moment and pushed the dragon training whip towards the opponent.

Rhaenyra glanced at it and gave him a puzzled look.

"Leave it to you for safekeeping."

Rhaegar sat up straight and regained his composure: "I am going to the Sea of Smoke, and I have to leave some protection for you and Baerron."

Whether it's a dragon head necklace or a dragon training whip for herding dragons.

If he really made a mistake, or someone took advantage of his absence to stir up trouble.

At least it would keep Rhaenyra and the children safe.

Rhaenyra shook her head and refused without thinking: "My necklace is enough."

He knew he couldn't persuade Rhaegar to give up exploring the coast, but he couldn't accept the dragon-taming whip either.

Rhaegar needed this dragon training tool more than she did.

"No!"

Rhaegar's eyes were firm and he said frankly: "The dragon training whip has limited use for me, so don't refuse it again."

Even if they are not left to Rhaenyra and Baerron, the dragon training tools must still be kept in the hands of the family.

With the lessons learned from "Dragon Claw", he didn't want to lose another valuable treasure.

Hearing this, Rhaenyra was filled with tangles, and she gritted her teeth and took the dragon-taming whip.

What Rhaegar said was so pessimistic that she had to forget about the worst.

(End of chapter)

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