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

Houses Targaryen and Velaryon were both nobles of ancient Valyria.

We survived 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 power to conquer the Seven Kingdoms.

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

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

Today, the sea serpent Corliss marries Princess Rhaenys, and a pair of sons and daughters control dragons one after another.

Coupled with Viserys's weakness, it gave House Velaryon the conditions to despise the royal family.

The appearance of Rhaegar reversed this rebellious situation.

And the Dragon Clan regulations were formulated.

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

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

Daemon's child is a pure Targaryen, born with the blood and qualifications to control dragons.

Giving up one's surname and changing it to Velaryon meant giving up one's royal status and qualifications to control dragons.

Damon is an aloof character.

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

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

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."

He understood where Dimon was coming from.

Targaryen's identity is far more important than Velaryon and Tideshead.

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

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

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

After receiving a certain degree of affirmation, Dai Meng's irritability was relieved, and his frown relaxed a little.

Lannal had been talking to him recently about the issue of adopted children.

The conditions given by Collis were not harsh.

But he still didn't want to agree.

There is no reason, he simply thinks that changing his surname would be detrimental to his face.

With his contempt for Velaryon in his heart, 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 grandson soon."

If Lagnino hadn't found it useless, he wouldn't have caused trouble in vain.

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

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

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."

"Hmm~"

Rhaegar was speechless for a moment and was slightly shocked.

This sentence gave his shallow understanding a chaotic flush.

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

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."

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

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

After thinking about the meaning of his words, I gave my own response: "Uncle, everyone's tastes and habits are different."

"You may be right. Just like I didn't like wine before, but now I will try the home-produced sweet fruit wine."

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

Rhaegar answered firmly and sincerely.

The Targaryens are indeed a family with deep desires.

This does not mean there is a lack of loyalty.

He doesn't have the playfulness of his father and uncle, and he can't get used to the fast food served in brothels.

As he said that, he took Rhaenyra's hand and squeezed it in his palm.

Rhaenyra raised her chin and snorted at Daemon.

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

"what ever!"

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 back her anger."

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."

Thinking back on it after many years, this sentence is completely irresponsible.

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

Rhaegar nodded, giving up the idea of ​​arguing.

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

Damon is Damon, he is him.

Why should two people who are fundamentally different pursue similarities.

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

Daemon 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 Divine Eye Lake, there is a damaged city wall on a steep hillside.

Hundreds of workers in coarse linen and sackcloth gathered around a few huge, thick iron pots.

Remove the stones and mud from the damaged city walls, throw them all into an iron pot, and mix them with some dark, sticky dragon dung.

"Hiss..."

A sharp dragon roared, and several large orange and pale fireballs fell into the iron pot.

Zi La La...

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

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

After a while.

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

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 was supported by two brackets, and the iron chain pulled 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 them up one after the other and leave.

Watered on the foundations 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 poured into shape.

The simple work was done and the laborers stayed away.

It's not laziness, it's just the material supplier asking for too much.

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 several 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.

"Mea~~"

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

Gray Shadow stretched his neck, swallowed slowly, and burped full of sulfur smell.

After witnessing it 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 needed to smelt dragonstone no longer required the use 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.

"Hiss-"

A strong wind blew 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 Burning King Tower and Widow Tower.

…

Burning King Tower.

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

Although King's Landing is good, 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 was initially out of the smelly ditch.

As soon as they entered the Hall of Hundred Furnaces, Tormund and Gray Worm, carrying the White Falcon on their shoulders, came towards them.

"prince……"

The two of them greeted each other respectfully.

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

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

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 skirt, walked over and asked doubtfully: "What are you looking at?"

"Come and take a look."

With a smile in his eyes, Rhaegar handed her a piece of letter paper.

Rhaenyra took the letter strangely and read the contents carefully.

"Respect! Rhaegar of House Targaryen..."

"..."

The handwriting is delicate and elegant, written by a woman.

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

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

The woman's admiration for Rhaegar was stated without reservation.

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

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

The daughter of the Duke of Highgarden——Margaery Tyrell.

"Hmm, what a gorgeous Highgarden rose."

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

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

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

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

This caught Rega's attention.

Old Tyrell 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 Jenny were also innocent at first.

He even refused Jenny's invitation to go to bed at one point.

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

A lesson learned that Rhaenyra would not take lightly.

Rega looked helpless and handed over another note.

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

This piece of paper contains news from Riverrun.

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

The letter read that Glover Tully accidentally caught a cold and became 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.