Game of Thrones: I became a crown prince for a day.

Chapter 249 Rega’s Changes

Time flies by like a white horse.

121 AC.

Early spring, morning.

Over the Divine Eye Lake, a giant golden dragon soared past, its golden scales shining in the sun.

"Hiss..."

The golden dragon roared, its well-proportioned body passed through the clouds, and flapped its wings to adjust its direction.

In the center of Shenyan Lake, there is Qianmian Island.

Three years later, the lush green Qianmian Island has undergone major changes.

On the north side of the island, a towering building that is completely dark, looks like a mountain but not a mountain, and looks like a tower but not a tower stands tall.

A girl with the same silver-blonde hair and slightly curly hair was lying behind the boy, supporting her upper body with both hands and raising her calves.

The young man raised his head, looked at Rhaenyra with bright eyes, and teased: "You and I still have to be polite, sister~"

"Rhaega, why don't you come over and welcome me."

In the pavilion, the music of the piano is melodious.

"alert!"

A young man with silver-blond hair and long shawl hair was sitting on a red carpet, holding a harp in his arms and stroking the strings with his fingertips.

Harrenhal.

In the sky above Harrenhal, two dragons, one black and one blue, slowly circled, chasing each other back and forth.

The only flaw is a pair of thick dark circles under her eyes that ruin the atmosphere.

She is still as beautiful as before, and time seems to have left no trace.

A spacious shack was built on one wall of the tower, with sets of simple tables and stools placed there.

Jumping to the ground with a bang, Rhaenyra touched the dragon's golden scales and smiled: "Go and play, Syrax."

Seeing the golden dragon and the figure on the dragon's back clearly, the soldier captain showed reverence and continued the patrol mission.

Along with the music of the piano, there were intermittent murmurs of girls in the pavilion.

The building is five hundred feet high, with four large holes running through it from top to bottom.

Waves of sweet piano music came from it. It was obviously a cheerful piece of music, but it also contained a hint of melancholy.

Raising his head, the golden dragon flew over the city wall and entered the castle.

Showing a somewhat gloomy look.

When the wind blows, it makes a trumpet-like whine.

"Black thread, dragon, rose..."

Young shoots poked out of the soil, and a little bit of white snow hung from the crown of the only willow tree.

call--

Zheng~~
The sound of the piano suddenly stopped, and green fingertips held the slightly trembling strings to soothe the unfinished melody.

Syrax neighed in a low voice, the dragon's kiss arched the driver, turned around and flapped its wings to take off.

A strong wind blew, making the soldiers unsteady.

clank……

The golden dragon flew half a circle around the dark building, gliding towards the north shore of Divine Eye Lake.

The thick and steep city wall has been repaired, and groups of soldiers wearing black armor are patrolling in large strides.

Syrax arrives and joins the dragons in their playfulness.

On the dragon's back, Rhaenyra, wearing a long red dress and her long hair tied back, untied the chain around her waist and climbed down the ladder quickly.

Rhaenyra walked into the pavilion with her hands behind her back.

Dozens of children around ten years old were sitting upright, listening to the tall and fat teacher.

call--

In front of the Burning King Tower, the original "Bear Pit" location.

The young man has pale skin, extremely handsome appearance, a pair of deep purple pupils, and sexy thin red lips.

The dragon's belly is close to the sparkling lake surface, and its slender tail is swaying in the water, splashing layers of water.

After hearing the sound and looking for it, a stone pavilion was built at the corner of the tower.

"Quiet, this is the princess and her dragon."

……

"Hiss..."

A strong wind arose from the ground, and the golden dragon flew across the vast castle vestibule and landed outside the pavilion.

The last two words are deliberately emphasized.

Rhaenyra's face turned red and she said angrily: "You can't even show off?"

As early as half a year ago, Rhaegar chose to follow the family tradition.

Under the witness of his father Viserys, a preliminary agreement was made.

She and Rhaegar usually called each other by their first names, and only in private would they address each other by relationship.

Rhaegar's calling her that was clearly evil.

"Rhaena, you just left the day before yesterday, why are you back so soon?"

Rhaegar asked with a smile on his lips, a little confused.

Rhaenyra is now the adoptive mother of two girls, and she also has to worry about the affairs of King's Landing and Dragonstone. She is so busy that she hits the back of her head every day.

Even if he came to Harrenhal to see him, he wouldn't be too frequent.

"Why else? Of course I have a mission."

Rhaenyra curled her lips and said helplessly: "Rhaegar, you haven't been back to King's Landing for more than half a year. Father misses you very much."

Rega's smile faded when he heard this, he lowered his head and stroked the strings, losing interest in talking.

Three years ago, Weimund Velaryon's funeral ended.

After returning to King's Landing, Viserys frequently chatted with Rhaegar.

It's not about discussing plans to improve King's Landing, nor is it about Harrenhal and Dragon's Lair.

Instead, around the Stepped Stone Islands, two proposals were put forward that were inconsistent with Rhaegar's opinions.

Viserys insisted, but Rhaegar refused.

In the end, the father and son broke out into two violent quarrels and broke up unhappy.

Rhaegar left King's Landing in anger, moved into Harrenhal, and devoted himself to repairing the castle and building the dragon's nest.

"Rhaegar, you have been away from King's Landing for too long. The kingdom needs a prince who can be seen at all times."

Rhaenyra walked into the pavilion, sat down next to Rhaegar, and whispered words of comfort.

It had been three years, and Rhaegar had returned to King's Landing more times than he could count on one hand.

Many ministers in the court were privately discussing the discord between the king and the prince and his son.

"Rhaenaela, are you afraid that someone will take the opportunity to steal your rights?"

Rhaegar's eyes were dull and unmoved.

Although he was angry at his father's foolish behavior, he was not yet dizzy with anger.

At first glance, he appears to have left King's Landing, far away from the center of politics. In fact, the power he holds is getting stronger day by day and is very solid.

Staying at Harrenhal, he always supervises old Tully at Riverrun.

With Old Tully, the feudal lord, as the intermediary, he rode a glutton to visit all the princes in the Riverlands one by one.

Among them, the Blackwood family was the first to pledge allegiance.

Subsequently, other nobles in the Riverlands expressed their goodwill and swore allegiance privately.

Vale, he and Janey had kept in touch over the years.

The Royce of Runestone City and the Grafson family of Seagull Town are his die-hard supporters.

King's Land and the Reach.

Through the ever-growing mushroom collection, the nobles of both places have good personal relationships with him and he is quite popular.

Rhaegar just doesn't show up in King's Landing. He can be seen all over the Seven Kingdoms.

Rhaenyra looked deeply at Rhaegar and sighed: "Your nameday will be in a few days. My father is going to hold a family dinner. He asked me to inform you that you must attend."

"You know, I haven't liked name days since I was a child." Rhaegar lowered his voice.

Rhaenyra moved her butt, got a little closer, and said softly: "Go back, my father has been dreaming about you recently, and Allison has told me."

Zheng~~
Rhaegar stroked the strings and made a sudden sound.

He didn't want to attend any family dinner.

In the days when he left King's Landing, far away from the disputes of the political whirlpool, no one controlled his rights.

After being repaired with black dragon stone, Harrenhal has taken on a new look, and Thousand Faces Island now has a dragon nest.

Life is so comfortable.

"Rega..."

Rhaenyra's face was solemn, she was so soft that she didn't want to be hard.

"Well, what happened?"

Helena was startled by the sound of the piano and looked up blankly, revealing a fair and beautiful face.

Rhaenyra heard the sound and looked.

Helena is 12 years old and has already had menarche.

She has a vague expression like an ignorant girl, her long fluffy curly hair is tied into a bun, she is wearing a long goose velvet dress, and her figure is inherited from Allison's slender figure.

He rested his elbows on the red carpet, with a pile of stone sculpture toys and wool balls placed in front of him.

At this time, he was still holding a loose ball of green thread and a dragon-shaped stone sculpture in his hand.

Rhaenyra looked helpless, shook her head and said, "It's nothing, just play slowly."

"Oh well."

Helena nodded, acting very obedient.

Suddenly, she raised her head again, looked at Rhaenyra blankly, and said strangely: "Sister, didn't you leave the day before yesterday?"

"I am back again."

Rhaenyra was speechless and her eyes twitched slightly.

Since Rhaegar's arrogance, Helena's character has become more and more eccentric.

Not only are there the nagging prophecies, but there is also a sense of selflessness and confusion.

Hearing this, Helena said "Oh" and lowered her head to play with the stone sculpture again, reducing her sense of presence.

She had been staying at Harrenhal for several months.

In winter, the climate in King's Landing is humid and cold.

She lived uncomfortably and moved to Harrenhal where there was no supervision and was always warm to spend the winter.

pat-

While he was talking, the dragon-shaped stone sculpture in his hand fell from his hand and hit a red rose.

The rose tumbled a few times, its petals withered and lost its beauty.

Helena pursed her lips, lowered her head and was sulking at herself.

Without Helena's interruption, Rhaenyra picked up the previous topic.

"Rhaegar, this is your 16th name day. It's about your coming of age ceremony. You must come back to King's Landing with me!"

As she spoke, Rhaenyra looked serious and could not refuse.

In Westeros, men become adults at the age of 16.

Rhaegar's name day was about to come, and no matter how reluctant he was, he had to accept his coming of age ceremony from his father.

Rhaegar glanced at her, his eyes flashing slightly.

Rhaenyra's eyes became increasingly dangerous, and she reached out to touch the soft flesh of his waist.

It’s been too long since I’ve taught him a lesson, and he’s not obedient at all.

"Okay, okay, I'll go back with you."

Rega quickly grabbed the evil hand and smiled bitterly.

Rhaenyra frowned and questioned, "Really?"

"Of course, Targaryen keeps his word." Rhaegar was very sure.

It's been a while since he left King's Landing.

A lot of things were put off.

For example, his knighthood should have taken place when he was 13 years old, but it has been postponed until now.

"That's pretty much it."

Rhaenyra hummed softly, took the harp from his arms, and placed it on the stand nearby.

Rhaegar stretched, wanting to stand up and move around.

"Sit down, we're not leaving now."

Rhaenyra moved behind him, pulled him into her arms, and held him close.

Three years passed in a flash.

Rhaegar's appearance changed greatly.

His slightly youthful face gradually matured, his height increased, and his body became muscular.

It belongs to the type that makes you look thin when you are wearing clothes, but you are looking fleshy when you are undressing.

The handsome cheeks are mesmerizing, and the deep pupils are dangerous.

Troubled by nightmares, he learned to play the harp from a famous teacher.

Use this to temper your mind and soothe your tense nerves.

"What are your plans after name day?"

Rhaenyra's voice was soft, her chin resting on his shoulder, and her red lips close to her ear.

The agreement has been made.

Rhaegar has come of age, and good things should be put on the agenda.

"Father will probably arrange for us to tour the mainland and visit nobles everywhere."

Rhaegar sniffed the fragrance of his hair and muttered: "When I am officially knighted, everything will be on track."

(End of this chapter)