Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day Chapter 653

Chapter 653 Fierce Competition

The night is getting darker.

Red Castle, guest room.

A candle burned on the table to dispel the daunting darkness.

“Your grandfather was Baelon the Brave, one of the boldest knights in the Seven Kingdoms.”

“If we can really trace our ancestors back, our bloodline will be as rich as Rhaegar's.”

A lazy voice sounded, Old God Damon was talking, and his dark eyes were particularly deep.

After a moment of silence, Damon leaned back on his chair and said calmly: "That guy wants to take you to the North. Have you made a decision?"

His eyes squinted slightly, showing a hint of inquiry.

Seems to be determining something.

As far as the eye can see, Benilla is standing by the fireplace, lighting the pile of firewood.

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Flint collides and rubs out sparks.

When the firewood burned little by little, the fire light dissipated the dampness and coldness in the room.

“I have no intention of doing that.”

Benila spoke calmly and stood up to sort out the messy books on the bookcase.

Those are my father's recreational items.

Picked up a book with "The True History of the Ancient Dragon King" written on the cover.

Damon glanced at it and said without any trace: "That is the only copy from the Pentos Library. Your mother packed it in her luggage. We were really harmonious at the time."

Hearing this, Benila stopped her movements and slowly closed her eyes.

　　Bang!

The books were smashed into the cabinet, knocking off a layer of old dust that was not often cleaned.

Benila opened her eyes and asked with a cold face: "What exactly do you want to ask? Don't use my mother as bait."

The mother who died in childbirth was always a thorn in her heart.

If it weren't for the inseparable bond between father and daughter, they would have completely stayed away from each other.

Damon's expression remained unchanged, and he said calmly and logically: "Belron is young and frivolous, and he needs a virtuous wife to accompany him."

As he spoke, his sharp eyes like an eagle stared at the eldest daughter.

“Your fiancé just died!”

Benila looked ugly and said unreasonably: "Do you think I will find a boy who is a few years younger than me, then calmly forget about the past and compete with my two little sisters?"

Speaking of Eamonn who was in distress, his stable mood gradually lost control.

“I'm sorry.” Damon was silent for a while, then he choked out this sentence.

But listening to this tone, there is a sense of relief.

“I won't go to the North, just say no to my cousin.”

Benila felt tired, turned around and continued to clean up the room.

I really don't feel like talking anymore.

Diamonti poured wine from the cup, feeling a little bored: "It's all debts to children. Even if you are a king, you have to be cautious in everything."

Benila turned a deaf ear and picked up the feather duster to dust the dust hard.

Daemon curled his lips, having no doubt that the eldest daughter imagined the bookcase as herself.

“You shouldn't be in King's Landing.”

Damon uttered a sentence suddenly, and then thought about it and added: "It's time to go to the wilderness of Essos, ride on your dragon, wear a black costume, and fly around in circles unscrupulously."

Benila has a fiery temper and was born to be on the dragon's back.

Look at what it looks like now.

Wearing a red skirt that doesn't match her skin tone, her short silver-gold hair is combed up, and she is holding a feather duster in her hand.

Like a maid serving the Red Keep.

Dimon complained while drinking, and he seemed to be a nagging old man over fifty years old.

But he has an unruly and stern face, and his lean body is full of strength.

There is no real age at all.

“Don't you think you are noisy?”

Benila's face turned darker and darker the more she listened, and she frowned because she couldn't bear it.

If it weren't for his filial piety, I would really want to throw a feather duster into his mouth.

“Haha, let's say something useful.”

Damon smiled wildly and suddenly said seriously: "The boy wants you to go to the north with him. Have you made a decision?"

Benila's breath was short, and her fiery figure was ups and downs.

Repeated question, maybe you have Alzheimer's disease!

“Stop talking nonsense, you should go there.”

Damon tapped his fingers on the table and emphasized: "There is danger hidden in the north of the North. You have to go there yourself and bring me the most authentic news."

Benila said in confusion: "Why do you all pay so much attention to the North?"

Even Belron had a solemn expression when he mentioned the Northern Territory.

“You will know later.”

Dimon returned to his lazy demeanor and added: "I don't know what's best, something happened to me."

“I can go to the north, what else?”

Benila knew she had no right to refuse, and wanted to satisfy the curiosity aroused.

“Look around and experience the local customs.”

Damen leaned back and said carelessly: "You should go out and relax, don't bore yourself."

“Are you concerned about me?”

Benila frowned.

“Be less pretentious.”

Damon sneered.

Benila was silent for a moment, standing by the hearth to warm herself.

To be fair, her mood has been very unstable recently.

I want to go to the other side of the strait to look for Eamonn, but I am afraid that I will actually find a mutilated body.

Uncle Colanino could come back alive, and she firmly believed that Eamonn might have a chance.

After a while, Damon was lying on the chair and almost fell asleep when he heard his daughter's door open.

He did not move, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Benila opened the door and glanced back at her father who was pretending to sleep.

“Hehe~”

Sneered in his heart and stepped out of the room.

“It's a good thing to go out for a walk.”

A second before the door closed, the magnetic voice spoke again.

The next day.

Junlin, dragon's lair.

A moss-colored behemoth flew out of the bronze gate, flapped a pair of creamy yellow dragon wings and rose into the sky.

The old dragon circled around King's Landing and flew to the valley along the dragon gate. Shrouded in a huge shadow, another light green young dragon soared at low altitude, hanging tightly behind the old dragon.

The two giant dragons, one big and one small, are like the moss covering the earth and the tall pines and cypresses.

Red Fort, meeting hall.

Rhaegar leaned against the window edge, looking sideways at the two giant dragons flying away.

“You got what you wanted.”

Dimon walked around the conference table and moved the first chair from the lower left, which represented the Prime Minister.

The chair is engraved with a pattern of a hand holding a key, symbolizing the hand of the king.

“You're talking as if I'm thinking about your daughter?”

The eldest son Lei Jia was reluctant and said, "If it weren't for the inability of family members to be deployed, the two children wouldn't be able to take the lead."

“It's fine if you can bear it.”

Damon stared at the chair and responded absently.

The good nephew dared to send his eldest son as the heir to the north, and he also dared to let go of his wild and untamed daughter.

“Uncle, the family still has to look for opportunities from outside.”

Rhaegar became serious and thought deeply: "The golden field needs to be developed. The annual food production is enough to feed half of Westeros."

“Who will be sent this time?”

Damon withdrew his gaze and participated with interest.

“I'll go there myself.”

Rhaegar didn't trust anyone and said seriously: "Before that, I first choose a prime minister to take care of the government affairs for me."

"oh?"

Damon narrowed his eyes slightly and raised the corners of his mouth.

In mid-July, the temperature did not drop.

The King's Landing.

Hundreds of large ships are moored at the Mud Gate, flying the flags of nobles from all over the world.

The king selects his prime minister, and important news spreads like wildfire.

Many nobles who think they have good qualifications want to come and have a try.

Red Keep, Throne Hall.

“Your Majesty, the stone in the storm land has suddenly increased by two levels, and the funds we have prepared may need to be increased.”

Jaspi was serious and reported his work slowly.

As soon as you open your mouth, you are taking out the gold from the treasury.

Lin Man listened in confusion, his ears suddenly tingling.

Someone wants to pick his pocket?

“Sir Linman, how much more money can the national treasury allocate?”

On the Iron Throne, Rhaegar looked calm.

Lin Man lost his composure and frowned: "Your Majesty, the treasury is not inexhaustible. There is something very wrong with the stones in Stormland."

The king used it to build the prince's palace and paid the workers wages. It was already very kind.

How dare you ask for extra money for consumables?

　　“I simply don't take my old bones seriously.”

Linman was indignant and targeted the guy who made this point.

Lega's eyes flickered, and his voice gradually became louder: "Master Iron Rod, do you think what Master Linman said is reasonable?"

“Your Majesty, the situation in Stormland is special.”

Jaspie hesitated for a moment and said the excuse he had prepared.

“They are both lands governed by kings, so what's the difference?”

Linman asked aggressively as if he had been given a shot.

"Well…"

Jaspie was stunned for a moment, hesitating and unable to speak.

A thin layer of sweat broke out on his forehead, secretly thinking that this old guy had taken some gunpowder today.

Lin Man cocked his neck, his desire to fight high.

If you want to take money out of his pocket, there is no way!

Rhaegar watched patiently, looking at Jaspie with a playful look.

Otherwise, Lin Man could have been a veteran of three dynasties, clinging to the positions of Minister of Wealth and Treasurer.

Such a loyal and pedantic old stingy is best suited to look after the money bag.

Even if you are old and confused, your professionalism will not be confused.

“Your Majesty, I have done my duty to the best of my ability.”

Jaspi looked disappointed and said clearly: "I built the prince's palace according to your wishes, just to take over the heavy responsibility of the Prime Minister."

There is hard work even if there is no merit.

A black line appeared on Rhaegar's forehead, and he said scornfully: "The position of prime minister has not been decided yet, Lord Iron Rod has such great ambitions."

Speaking, he looked towards the side of the hall.

The three brothers Aegon, Aemond, and Daeron stood together, next to each other in different postures, poking and cooing to watch the fun.

On the other side, the imperial ministers headed by Sea Snake lined up in a row.

“He's looking at you.”

Aegon looked mean, putting his hands in front of his lower abdomen and bringing them close to the ears of the second child.

With undisguised disgust, Aemond pushed him away and moved forward.

“Your Majesty, the Prime Minister is related to the country, and it is more important to choose someone you trust.”

Aemond held his head high and his one eye showed the determination to win.

He also wants to elect the Prime Minister.

The hard study over the past ten years is just for today.

Rhaegar held his chin with one hand, his eyes flashing in thought.

It seems that we really have to consider whether Aemond can do it.

“Your Majesty, Prince Aemond is still too young.”

Jasper was the first to become impatient and retorted: "Elites should be selected from the Royal Council rather than nepotism."

“Master Tiezhang is right.”

Before Rhaegar could speak, Corliss took over the conversation and walked out of the queue with his tall body.

“What do you think, Lord Corliss?”

Rhaegar's voice was calm, his eyes darting back and forth between the three of them.

Colliss's eyes were sharp and he said solemnly: “Compared to the previous two Prime Ministers, my qualifications and abilities are not inferior. I am also the richest family in the seven countries. I have invited myself to receive this honor.”

Only the position of Prime Minister is worthy of his current status.

The king is moving towards peace, and it is time for House Velaryon to catch up.

Strive for more say rights for Chaotou Island and Lannino.

“Lord Corliss, please be patient.”

Damon, who was standing sideways in the team, spoke easily, squinting his eyes with a half-smile.

Collis turned his head when he heard this and said in disbelief: "Damon, you also want to run for Prime Minister?"

The two are old enemies, and they know what the other person wants to do even if they stick their butts out.

Given Daimon's qualifications and resume, even attending the imperial meeting was donated by his wife.

(End of this chapter)

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