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

Chapter 255 Rose of Highgarden

Houses Targaryen and Velaryon are both nobles of ancient Valyria.

 We have weathered the apocalypse together.

 However, there are differences between the two families that cannot be ignored.

The Targaryen family has dragons, who are the undisputed overlords of the sky and bring the force to conquer the Seven Kingdoms.

House Velaryon is said to have salt in its blood and is known as the Lord of the Tides.

 For hundreds or even thousands of years, the two sides have had a close relationship of one king and one minister.

　To this day, the sea serpent Corliss married Princess Rhaenys, and their two children have mastered dragons.

 Coupled with Viserys's weakness, House Velaryon gave the conditions for despising the royal family.

 The appearance of Rhaegar reversed this rebellious situation.

  And formulated the Dragon Clan regulations.

 This does not mean there is a lack of loyalty.

If Lanino could do it, there wouldn’t be so many twists and turns.

 He is not as frivolous as his father and uncle, and he cannot get used to the fast food served in brothels.

Rhaegar thought for a while and shook his head: "I am not a father yet, but my children are my children, and this cannot be changed."

 Fight for the rights and interests that a pair of twin daughters deserve.

Without the dragon, Velaryon is just Velaryon, no longer special.

"what ever!"

 “Hmm~”

 But he still didn’t want to agree.

 The next generation of the Velaryon family is no longer qualified to control dragons.

Rhaenyra raised her chin and snorted at Daemon.

Had it not been for Lannino's disdain, he wouldn't have caused trouble in vain.

 The identity of Targaryen is far more important than that of Velaryon and Tideshead.

 Daemon's children are pure Targaryens, born with the blood and qualifications to control dragons.

“However, I still miss the sweets that I have loved since childhood.”

Noticing his look, Rhaegar took half a step forward and stood in front of Rhaenyra.

A look of disdain flashed in Damon's eyes, and he sarcastically said: "Gender is just an illusion. What matters is the outer skin. A real man should sleep with whoever he wants."

This sentence gave his shallow cognition a chaotic flush.

With contempt for Velaryon, Daemon sneered: "I pray that the good-for-nothing Laninor can give birth to a son and a half, so that the sea snake can have a grandchild soon."

Damon curled up the corners of his mouth and preached in the tone of an elder: "Only by tasting more of different women can you grow."

 There is no reason, I just think that changing the surname of the child will bring disgrace to him.

 He understands where Dimon is coming from.

 Thinking about the meaning of his words, he gave his own response: "Uncle, everyone's tastes and habits are different."

 She was very jealous and hated these **** who persuaded Rhaegar to have sex.

 Otherwise, he would not have risked being beheaded and returned to Chaotou Island with Lanner.

He didn't even bother to enter the bridal chamber, Mrs. Leia, the ex-wife of Rune Stone City, leaving an heir to inherit Rune Stone City.

 Abandoning your surname and changing it to Velaryon means giving up your royal status and the qualification to ride a dragon.

“Perhaps you are right, just like I didn’t like wine before, but now I will try the home-produced sweet fruit wine.”

At the end, he looked Rhaenyra up and down and reminded: "No matter how delicious the meal is, one taste will make you tired."

He turned his head and glanced at Rhaenyra's side face, and quickly put aside the dirty thoughts in his heart.

Rhaegar was speechless for a moment and was slightly shocked.

Daemon was proud of his Targaryen name, and he would not let his children give up that same pride.

 Lannar has been talking to him recently about the issue of adopted children.

Rhaegar shook his head and laughed: "Lanino can't get close to women, it's very difficult."

The Targaryens are indeed a family with deep desires.

Rhaegar answered firmly and sincerely.

 Speaking, he took Rhaenyra's hand and squeezed it in his palm.

With a certain degree of affirmation, Daimon's irritability was relieved, and his frown relaxed a little.

How could they want their children to change their surnames and inherit a Chaotou Island that has a fundamental gap?

 The conditions given by Collis were not harsh.

 Dimon is an aloof character.

Damon sneered and said casually: "It is extremely ridiculous to enjoy the most generous rights in the world and suppress your own nature."

Rhaegar frowned slightly, not liking such a presumptuous accusation.

Rhaenyra grabbed his hand and said angrily: "Ignore him. Lannal is pregnant and won't let him on the ship. She's holding her temper."

She was well aware of Damon’s ability to confuse people.

Thinking back to the beginning, she was almost moved by the phrase "sleep with whomever you want."

 Looking back on it after many years, I feel that there is no sense of responsibility in this sentence.

　　If a person forgets himself in order to satisfy his desires, how can he be worthy of his family, relatives and followers?

Rhaegar nodded and gave up the idea of ​​arguing.

 As he said, everyone’s tastes and habits are different.

 Daemon is Daemon, he is him.

 Two people who are fundamentally different, why bother pursuing similarities.

 The two siblings walked hand in hand to the depths of the dragon's lair, looking for their respective dragons.

Damon looked at the backs of his nephew and niece, his eyes flashing with stubbornness, and whispered: "This is your nature, this is the Targaryen."

 …

 Harrenhal.

On the north shore of Shenyan Lake, there is a damaged city wall on a steep hillside.

Hundreds of workers in coarse linen and sackcloth surround several huge, thick iron pots.

Tear down the stones and mud blocks on the damaged city wall, throw them into an iron pot, and mix them with some dark and sticky dragon dung.

 “Hiss…”

A sharp dragon roared and a few large orange and pale fireballs fell into the iron pot.

 Zilala…

 Under the burning of the fireball, the materials in the iron pot melted into a liquid state.

 The tall and fat God Toru chanted a spell, triggering the formation of the black dragon stone.     After a moment.

 The iron cauldron was intact, its contents smelting into a boiling, bubbling dragonstone solution.

 The workers quickly took out stone jars half as tall as a man and placed them under the large iron pot.

The large iron pot is supported by two brackets, and the iron chain pulls one end to pour the dragon stone solution into the stone jar.

There are holes as thick as arms at both ends of the stone jar, and workers use poles to pass through them. Two people pick up the jars one after the other and leave.

 Watered on the foundation of the demolished city wall.

Hundreds of workers followed the same method, and in less than half an hour, a towering city wall of more than ten meters was cast and formed.

 Simple work is done, and the workers stay far away.

 It’s not laziness, but the material supplier has too many requirements.

 A light gray dragon lay at the base of the city wall, its head lowered lazily and its tail swaying back and forth.

 A group of guards in black armor came over, leading a few fat and strong goats.

The goat walked slowly in front of him. The gray shadow raised his eyelids and took a look. He opened his dragon's kiss and spit out a fireball.

The goats screamed and were burned into several charred roasted whole goats.

The gray shadow stretched his neck, swallowed slowly, and burped full of sulfur smell.

Seeing it finish eating the goat, Trucai ordered the workers to carry stones and mud to prepare for the next round of dragon stone smelting.

 Long ago, the dragon flames required to smelt dragonstone no longer required the efforts of gluttons.

 The glutton's dragon flame is too overbearing.

Not only is it easy to injure workers, but it also melts the stone and dissolves the container.

Most of the time, Gray Shadow is the main force in smelting dragon stone.

 Syrax and Dreamfire will also occasionally rotate.

There was a strong wind in the sky, and the dark dragon shadow passed through the vast God's Eye Lake and reached the sky above Harrenhal.

 Another golden dragon shadow followed closely and landed in the courtyards of King Burning Tower and Widow Tower.

 …

 Burn the King's Tower.

Rhaegar walked into his castle with a relaxed look on his face.

Junlin is certainly good, but it still lacks a sense of solidity.

Harrenhal has beautiful mountains and clear waters, a beautiful environment, and a warm and comfortable climate. It was more comfortable for him than King's Landing, which had initially escaped from the stinking ditch.

Just entering the Hall of Hundreds of Furnaces, Tormund and Gray Worm, carrying the White Falcon on their shoulders, came towards them.

"prince…"

 The two of them greeted each other respectfully.

Rhaegar nodded and asked, "What's the matter?"

Tormund is his chief of intelligence, and Gray Worm is the military commander of the Harrenhal garrison.

 Both of them are his cronies and would not show up in front of him easily.

Tormund coughed twice, took out two pieces of letter paper from his arms, and said in a soft voice, "A letter from Highgarden, and a letter from Riverrun."

Rhaegar took the letter and looked at it.

 After a while, Rhaenyla, who was wearing a red off-shoulder dress, walked over and asked doubtfully: "What are you looking at?"

 “Come and take a look.”

Rhaegar smiled and handed her a piece of paper.

Rhaenyra took the letter strangely and read the contents carefully.

 “Hello! Rhaegar of House Targaryen…”

　　　…”

 The handwriting is elegant and is the handwriting of a woman.

　　On a small page of letter paper, there are more than two hundred words written eloquently.

 Except for the honorifics in the preface and the author's note at the end, the middle content is all presented with gorgeous words of adoration and admiration.

  Explained the woman's admiration for Rhaegar without reservation.

 Rhaenyra glanced at Rhaegar, who was just fine, and frowned slightly.

 At the end, the true identity of the writer is marked.

 Margaery Tyrell, daughter of the Duke of Highgarden.

 “Humph, what a gorgeous Highgarden rose.”

Rhaenyra snorted softly and slapped the letter on Rhaegar's chest, playing with the taste: "Someone wrote you a love letter and you didn't reply quickly."

Rhaegar held her hand and chuckled: "Rose has thorns, I don't dare to pick it randomly."

 The content of the letter is very bold and explicit, and it is basically judged to be a love letter.

There were also requests for Rhaegar to be a guest in Highgarden.

 This point caught Rega’s attention.

 Old Tyrell has just lost his heir.

 At this time, High Court was in the eye of the storm, always under high pressure.

It was hard for Margery to write a letter at this time without making him think too much.

Rhaenyra crossed her arms, skeptical.

Rhaegar and Jeyne were also innocent at first.

 Even once rejected Janey’s invitation to go to bed.

 In the end, they rolled together while she was not paying attention.

 Having learned a lesson, Rhaenyra would not take it lightly.

Rhaegar looked helpless and handed over another note.

Rhaenyra took it dubiously, her eyes never leaving Rhaegar's expression.

 This piece of paper contains news about Riverrun.

Rhaenyra read it carefully and asked in surprise: "Old Tully is bedridden?"

The letter read that Glover Tully occasionally caught wind and cold and fell seriously ill and fell into a coma.

Today, Riverrun is leaderless and in chaos.

Old Tully's two sons fought fiercely for power. Each of them attracted a group of second sons of minor nobles and proletarian knights, and staged duels every day.

 (End of this chapter)