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

Chapter 295 The idea of ​​training a dragon

Looking at her pitiful look, Rega plucked a fallen leaf from her hair and said softly: "Want to practice your sword skills?"

 Helena glanced at him timidly and tangled her fingers.

 Dream Fire gave her courage, but she still felt it was not enough.

 In my heart, I hope that swordsmanship can better protect myself.

Rhaegar continued: "If you want to practice swordsmanship, I can ask Ser Alec of the Kingsguard to take the time to teach you."

“Really?” Helena tilted her head, her big eyes shining brightly.

“Of course.” Rega nodded and said with a smile, “The premise is that you must study hard and not be afraid of hardship.”

 He does not have the prejudice that women should learn from female workers and take care of their husbands and children.

 The possibilities for any Targaryen are endless.

 Looking at his sister being held in his eldest brother's arms, Aemond blinked and silently closed the distance.

 The brother and sister's unobtrusive intimacy had an emotional impact on others.

　　Everyone has his own idol.

 He has no special ideas.

 For this reason, Helena has been close to him since she was a child.

 There is a vague feeling of envy in my heart.

 Emond was refreshed and immediately regained his senses. He nodded repeatedly: "That's right."

After a while, Aemond's cheeks became hot and he hesitated: "Brother, do you remember that before going to Storm's End Castle, you promised..."

Rhaegar noticed the boy's little movements, put an arm around his shoulders, and asked with a smile: "What, do you have something to say to me?"

Rhaegar glanced at the wooden sword in his hand, shook his head and said, "It's a secret, but it must be great."

Suddenly, his elder brother put his arm around his shoulders and his head rested on his arm. Emond was suddenly confused and his mind went blank.

 “Don’t be impatient.”

 Using his father's push to unite the Targaryens.

As if sensing someone watching, Helena raised her face from the crook of Rhaegar's neck and met Rhaenyra's gaze.

Rhaegar shook his head and laughed, patted her back, and kissed her forehead close to her neck.

 “Go to Dragonstone and train your dragon!”

 Helena worshiped Visenya, a Targaryen.

Rhaenyra's eyes were cold and cold, so as not to scare the other person.

"Well…"

Looking at the boy's expectant eyes, Rhaegar mused: "There will be a Kingswood hunting in a month. After that, I will persuade my father to go to Dragonstone Island together and help you train the dragon."

 Helena has the same dragon dream as him, and is also subject to the tempering of talent.

The little girl's whole body was hanging on her body. Rhaegar smiled helplessly and held up his legs that were restraining his waist.

 “Thank you, brother.”

 In the ancient books of Parchment and Daeanliga, Rhaegar explored the theory of the influence of dragons and drivers.

Seeing that he couldn't speak clearly, Rhaegar spoke directly for him.

Helena whispered softly, hugged the other person's neck, and kissed the side of the face.

the other side.

 Another thought.

Rhaenyra admired the heroic deeds of Nymeria, the Rhoynar warrior queen.

"Uh-huh."

Rhaenyra stood behind Rhaegar, her eyes slightly narrowed as she stared at Helena hanging in front of Rhaegar.

 Helena was so happy that she threw herself into the other person's arms.

 A pair of watery eyes looked at Rhaenyra without blinking.

 “What gift?” Helena asked curiously.

Except for facing the messed up Aegon, he was not stingy about his other brothers.

 He mastered the forbidden spell and wanted to pass it on to his father first, and then his father would pass it on.

 He wanted to persuade his father to have more contact with dragons.

Unexpectedly, Helena raised the corners of her mouth, tightened her arms around her neck, and rubbed her head.

Rhaegar also admired the brave and wise Visenya. He rubbed her little head and thought: "If you are successful in swordsmanship, I will give you a gift."

 Like to his eldest brother Rhaegar, and to his sister Helena.

Helena quickly answered: "Okay, I want to practice swordsmanship and become a powerful woman like Queen Visenya."

 Dragonstone Island and his party are inevitable.

 When he heard that he was going to be taken to train a dragon, Aemond was very excited: "Really?"

Snapped-

Legayang slapped him on the head and said, "Man, don't follow Helena's example."

Eamond covered his head, his face suddenly drooped.

“Rhaegar, put Helena down, we must go back.”

Rhaenyra's voice sounded suddenly, with a chill in it.

Rhaegar looked back in confusion and saw Rhaenyra who looked calm.

After many years of being together, he realized that something was wrong with Rhaenyra's mood at the moment.

His mind turned around. The two of them had been intimate for a short time, so they probably wouldn't have gotten angry for no reason.

He put down Helena calmly, rubbed her and Emond's heads with his hands, and said softly: "Let's go play."

 “Yes.” Helena nodded obediently, pulled Emond and left.

The pace is very brisk, jumping up and down.

By the time Rhaegar looked back again, Rhaenyra had turned and walked away, her red skirt swaying as she walked too fast.

Rhaegar’s eyes flickered as she thought about what dissatisfied her.

 …

 At night, the moon and stars are scarce.

 In the king's palace, several lit tallow candles were hung on the walls, giving off a dim light.

　　咚咚…

 In the deep corridor, there was a knock on the door.

 “Ahem…”

Viserys coughed and gasped, "Come in."

 It can be heard that the cough makes his throat hoarse and his breathing becomes laborious. Crunch—

The door opened from the outside, Rhaegar walked in first and glanced at the dim palace.

 After him, Rhaenyra poked her head in, her long silver hair hanging down her side.

Rhaegar glanced at her and said amusedly: "Come in quickly, we are not thieves."

 “It’s just my first time coming at night.”

Rhaenyra didn't give him a good look. She lifted up the hem of her black skirt with her little hands and walked in slowly.

 After leaving the godswood, Rhaenyra engaged in a unilateral cold war.

If you don’t want to witness your father receiving treatment with your own eyes.

 Before entering the palace gate, the sister and brother did not exchange a word.

Picking up a tray with a tallow candle on it, Rhaegar took Rhaenyra's hand and walked into the palace bedroom together.

 “Are you all here?”

Viserys was wearing a loose nightgown and leaning listlessly on the bedside. He didn't expect his daughter to come here.

 “She insists on coming.” Rhaegar had no choice.

The first night he came back, he told his father to treat his cut.

 There was a banquet last night and it was postponed to tonight.

Viserys grinned: "It's coming, be generous."

Rhaenyra glared at Rhaegar, walked quickly to the bedside, and whispered: "I want to come and see you."

 Speaking, he picked up a goose feather pillow and placed it on his father's back with concern.

  She knew that her father had cuts on his body and they were serious.

 Her father never let her see those wounds with her own eyes.

Rhaenyra wished to know the pain and stress her father was under.

 “Haha, a body covered with injuries is nothing to look at.”

Viserys stared at his daughter, still thinking about joking: "You should really see more of my gorgeous dress during the day, I am still a bit heroic."

Rhaenyra heard the complaint and silently squeezed one of her father's hands.

 The two hands were clasped together, Rhaenyra's heart trembled, and her face looked unnatural.

 The hand that is being held is missing two fingers.

 Looking at his father's other hand, it was wrapped in layers of gauze, with traces of blood oozing out.

Rhaenyra immediately lowered her head and bit her lower lip secretly.

 During the day, the father is the king, high and high.

 She only saw the physical weakness on the surface and did not feel it deeply.

As the night progressed, my father lost his strong disguise and truly showed his vulnerable side.

Rhaenyra felt a tightness in her chest and a sore nose when she first took a peek.

 Thinking about it, he looked helplessly at Rhaegar, his beautiful eyes glowing red.

 “Oh, there’s really nothing I can do about you.”

Rhaegar sighed, walked slowly to her side, and said softly: "Remember? Father is not as fragile as you thought."

These were Rhaenyra's words of comfort to him during the day.

Rhaenyra burst into tears and said vaguely, "Rhaegar!"

Perhaps the environment is different, and the senses are also obviously different.

Looking at her father at this moment, and hearing Rhaegar's words, Rhaenyra felt deeply guilty and embarrassed.

 “Why are you crying? This does not affect my enjoyment.”

Viserys hugged his daughter lovingly, kissed her head and comforted her: "You are right, resilience is one of my rare strengths."

"I'm sorry..." Rhaenyra buried her head in her father's arms, choked and unable to speak.

She didn’t expect that just a look or action from her father would touch her so much.

Rhaegar sat on the edge of the bed, patted Rhaenyra's forehead, and said softly: "No one blames you, let me treat my father first."

Rhaenyra sniffed and said without hesitation: "Do it, don't let father suffer."

 Rhaegar:…

Viserys:…

The father and son looked at each other and saw helplessness in each other's eyes.

Rhaegar picked up Rhaenyra and reminded her carefully: "Father has many wounds on his body, don't be afraid."

 “Don’t worry.” Rhaenyra wiped the corners of her eyes and consciously made room.

Rhaegar nodded and helped his father take off his robe.

Rhaenyra has witnessed the war scenes between Runestone City and Harrenhal. She is not an ordinary noble lady.

 Soon, treatment began.

 Viserys was naked from the waist down, hissing from time to time, enduring the pain and itchiness of the new flesh buds as the wound healed.

Rhaegar remained silent, driving the strange-looking Ouroboros to **** the black smoke from each wound.

 Halfway through the treatment, Rhaenyra could no longer stand it.

 Hurry and walk to the other side of the bed, kneel down and sit on the bed, holding his father in his arms.

Viserys leaned on his daughter's shoulder, the pain relieved a little, and he forced a smile.

 After a long time, the treatment is over.

Without further ado, Rhaenyra put on her father's nightgown and smoothed out the wrinkles carefully.

Rhaegar held his father's newly cut hand and looked at the tiger's mouth, where there was only a trace of blood.

He remembered correctly. His father's cut was so deep that his bones were visible. Ouroboros shouldn't have healed so much flesh.

An idea struck and Lei Jia thought to himself: "The cut can definitely be treated, but the method is wrong."

 After treating the cut, Viserys felt much more relaxed even though he still had some chest tightness and breathlessness.

Looking at the two sons and daughters who were busy going about their business, Viserys was relieved and smiled: "It's late at night, you should go back and rest quickly."

 The moment the siblings entered the bedroom, he could see that they had some conflicts.

As a father, don’t take up your children’s time.

“No need to worry, I still have some questions to ask.”

Rhaegar moved his hands for a moment, stared at his father, and said seriously: "Father, have you ever thought about taming a dragon again?"

 (End of this chapter)