Game Of Thrones: I Became A Crown Prince For A Day
/ Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day Chapter 633
Chapter 633 Benila's bravery
King's Landing, Red Keep.
Parliament Hall.
“Lady Maryse of Storm's End received a letter from Raven, willing to send 800 troops to support the crown prince.”
“Lady Margaery of Highgarden also means the same and is willing to mobilize 1,500 men, plus half of the Arbor Island fleet.”
Minister of Justice Jaspi and Minister of Finance Linman reported in tandem.
“Not bad, plus the fleet of the Velaryon family, we have an army of more than 3,000 people.”
Viserys sat on the main seat, smiling with satisfaction.
Sun Tzu's declaration of war seemed to him a bit of a joke.
An army of 3,000 men can conquer the Iron Islands without any problem, but the Basilisk Islands must reconsider.
“Your Majesty.”
Grand Bachelor Orwell looked hesitant and wanted to say something.
Rhaenyra was sitting at the front of the room on the left and interrupted: "Father, you should ask about the requirements behind the support."
Her face was not good, and she looked sad.
Viserys scratched his chin and asked doubtfully: "What are the excessive conditions?"
“Yes.” Rhaenyra was a little impatient and sneered: “The black widow of Highgarden is engaged to Visenya for her brother, Duke Leonor. This is simply a blackmail.”
Viserys frowned.
This is not over yet, Grand Maester Orwell followed up with a report: "According to Lady Elena of Storm's End, Prince Aemond killed Lady Malice's fiancé in the name of a contest, and the fight between the two men was fierce."
That fiancé is Cassandra's former lover, Sir Steve of Eagle's Nest.
"What did you say!?"
Viserys had a black line and thought he heard wrongly.
The third son Aemond is already married to Lady Celine of the Cetiga family.
The two have been married for many years without any children, and their relationship is on the verge of freezing.
There were rumors not long ago that Aemond and Lady Elena were having an affair at Storm's End, causing quite a scandal.
How could he be involved with Duchess Malice again in the blink of an eye?
"Your Majesty, I know you are in a hurry, but please don't be anxious yet."
Orwell was quite helpless and couldn't explain: “Prince Aemond is young and energetic, so maybe that's not the case. I can't say for sure.”
"hehe."
Rhaenyra scoffed.
The one-eyed boy is the most attuned to the situation, and women are just his playthings.
But the women at Storm's End are not good people either. They all use each other.
Viserys was confused and couldn't make up his mind.
How can this mess be more Targaryen than Targaryen?
Linman hesitated, then asked: "Your Majesty, Duke Leonor of Highgarden proposes marriage to the royal family, do you think it is okay?"
"No!" Rhaenyra refused directly and said forcefully: "There is no need to mention this matter again. Neither Rhaegar nor I will allow children to be traded."
Linman closed his mouth and looked at the old king silently.
The king is not in King's Landing, and the queen's voice is still slightly weaker than the old king.
Rhaenyra's face darkened, and she was very dissatisfied.
“Let's discuss this later.”
Viserys laughed, stood up and said, "Inform the two duchess to send out the agreed forces so as not to delay the war ahead."
After saying that, he patted his daughter on the shoulder to signal not to be so angry.
Isn't it just a condition?
It is like a merchant doing business, paying the money with one hand and delivering the goods with the other hand.
The vassals paid the money first, and whether the royal family would give the goods or not depended on their mood.
“Your Majesty is wise.”
The sea snake who had been watching the show stood up and left the table with his tall body.
Having been around for half a lifetime, Viserys is a master at pretending to be confused.
Haven't suffered much politically.
At the same moment.
Neas Island, desolate jungle.
“Work harder and be more agile!”
With the sound of the iron saw creaking and grinding, towering ancient trees fell to the ground.
A large number of slaves were hunched over, and a dozen of them worked together to carry a thick log toward the coast.
Dang! clang!
Dalton looked gloomy and wielded his ax to chop down the tree trunk.
Just learned the news that the Iron Islands were destroyed.
Pike City was burned down.
The parents, brothers, wives, and concubines of the crew members were all killed in the flames.
Dalton became angrier as he thought about it, and suddenly sneered: "Haha, it's a good death. The crew members are all dead anyway."
It happened that the whole family went to see the Drowned God.
At this time, a skinny slave walked to the side and accidentally fell down while picking up tree branches.
Bang—
The slave fell to the ground one second, and the sharp ax blade hit the back of his head the next.
The skull creaked, and blood splattered when the ax was pulled out.
Dalton's eyes were gloomy and he continued to chop down trees, muttering: “When I build the fleet, I will let you see what true cruelty is.”
The corpses of slaves were lying nearby, chopped down into meat pies as the trees fell down.
Dalton didn't even look at it, it was like a fallen leaf lying on the ground.
Suddenly, there was a sound in the primeval forest, and birds were chirping and flying around.
Dalton frowned and looked up warily.
Boom—
The clouds and mists in the sky are surging, as if giant beasts are passing through them, setting off inexplicable messy and violent winds.
“That's…”
Dalton has extraordinary vision and his pupils are slightly constricted.
A pale shadow appeared above the clouds, its tattered wings covered the sun, and a gray-white tail as sharp as a bee's needle drooped down from the clouds.
"dragon!"
Dalton's expression changed drastically and he blurted out subconsciously. The gray and white dragon tail flashed away, but he recognized the species at a glance.
Those terrible creatures that burned down his house and turned them into ashes are all recognized.
Essos continent, Qohor Forest.
“Hiss!”
The gorgeous moon dances in the sky, hovering over this primeval forest.
Benila, with her short lop-eared hair fluttering wildly, lowered her head to inspect every path.
“Faster, Moon Dancer.”
Sweep roughly across the east area and pull the saddle rope to go to another area.
Yuewu blinked her vertical pupils, her rounded dragon head turned around, and flapped its wings to speed up westward.
Although every day is a boring patrol mission, the dragon will not refuse the driver's instructions.
Gradually, the sun sets.
Benila was exhausted and sighed: "Let's go back, Moon Dancer."
As he spoke, he patted the dragon's back gently, as if to appease the dragon.
“Hiss!”
The Moon Dancer neighed happily, swept away the fatigue and flew high into the sky, and returned to Qohor against the setting sun.
Cohol.
Rhaegar was sitting in the rebuilt temple hall, discussing food, grass and supplies with several ministers.
Damon was sitting opposite, playing with an exquisite emerald wine cup.
Col, dressed in silver armor and white robes, moved to fight Qohor, standing tall and tall behind the king.
There was an orderly sound of footsteps, and Benila walked into the hall alone.
Rhaegar saw him and asked, "How is it? Is everything okay today?"
The construction of the castle in Dagger Lake is on track, and the enemy's counterattack has gradually begun.
First there was a rebellion in Norvos, and then in the towns and marketplaces of the Golden Fields, mobs gathered to resist.
Until recently, Bluffs and Pantos wooed the Dothraki people on the Great Grass Sea and ran to Qohor and the Golden Fields, burning, killing and looting.
In just one month, the continent of Essos was in chaos.
“Your Majesty, everything is well.”
Benila took off her cross-body backpack and stood aside feebly.
She is responsible for patrolling the forest of Qohor to prevent Dothraki invasion.
The company patrolled for more than a month, but not a single enemy was seen.
“No one is good, and Darren is not as lucky as you.”
Rega smiled slightly and said gently: "After a tiring day, find a seat and rest for a while."
The relationship is too complicated, the cousin is also the adopted daughter and the future daughter-in-law.
You must be given preferential treatment no matter what.
“Thank you, Your Majesty.”
Benila forced a smile and added: "I would rather have some bad luck, so as not to work in vain."
After speaking, he planned to sit next to his father.
Bang—
Without raising his head, Daimon smashed the emerald wine cup on the chair.
Benila was startled and looked at her father in surprise.
“Do you think fate favors the unlucky?”
Daemon's eyes were deep and he reminded: "Daeron fought day and night in the golden field, you should be grateful."
Benila's eyes widened and she asked: “Do you think I am a coward?”
There are only two main battlefields. Daeron who is accompanying him shines in the golden field, and half of the Essos continent is singing "Daeron the Bold" and "The Blue Queen".
On the contrary, she and Yuewu, who took the initiative to volunteer, were in the rear, and their achievements were far behind.
Damon was used to seeing his daughter complaining, so he said calmly: "You can't even be called a coward."
How can you be called a man if your lower body has no foundation?
“What? Don't you think it's unreasonable?”
Benila was greatly stimulated, and Yu Yu's depressed mood completely broke out: "Don't I want to go to the battlefield? Who captured the war elephant with a dagger and a stone?"
Why she is in Qohor is not a deliberate arrangement by her father and cousin.
Otherwise, she would be more suitable than Daeron to stay in the Golden Fields and put down the rebellion.
“Just a few elephants and frightened mercenaries.”
Daemon was a little irritable and said angrily: "You should stay in King's Landing to accompany your adoptive mother and fiancé."
The battlefield is not a child's play and is not suitable for a daughter's home.
News came from Tyrosh that his nephew Aegon stayed on the Stepstone Islands and was almost killed by the **** of the Iron Islands.
Benila just thought that her father looked down upon her daughter's virginity and was indignant: "I can do anything that a man can do."
As soon as he finished speaking, he picked up his backpack and walked out.
She is going to find Daeron to solve the rebellion in the Golden Fields together.
The green and scarlet fires were ignited in Qohor and Norvos respectively, and the rebellion was basically put down.
Only the scattered mobs on the golden field are still resisting.
The stubborn girl left as soon as she said she wanted, regardless of her old father's attempts to stay.
Dimeng's face was complicated, and he couldn't say the soft words stuck in his throat.
At this moment, he seemed to see the shadow of his late wife Lanner on his daughter's back.
Rhaegar watched the entire quarrel between father and daughter, silently took a sip of sake, and said softly: "When the child is older, it's okay to have a fight with Daeron."
The younger brother is the youngest, but the most calm in his work.
Two young dragon masters walking together can easily resolve a peasant riot.
After being persuaded by his good nephew, Daemon's normally okay face suddenly fell and he said displeasedly: "Damn Velaryon blood, born to be rebellious."
Just throw the blame away from the sea serpent in King's Landing.
Rhaegar clicked his tongue and suppressed a smile: "Maybe, a girl can't help her father."
Honestly speaking, Benila's fearless character is more like a certain prodigal prince than a sea snake.
The same non-compliance with the rules and the same lack of acceptance of restraints.
Blessed is Aemon, the second son.
(End of this chapter)
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