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

Chapter 495: Digging a Trap for Damon

Rhaenys remained calm. She glanced at Daemon who was enjoying the show and stepped forward to greet her nephew: "Corliss is still outside. You two should discuss your men's affairs yourselves."

"Then excuse me."

Rhaegar was tactful enough not to have dinner.

……

"Brother, why are you here?"

Little Darren had a look of surprise on his face, trotting with his butt wagging, like a greedy cat that smelled fish.

Benilla and Rhaena were behind him.

When they saw Rega sitting at the dining table, their eyes lit up and they excitedly went forward to talk to him.

The chirping is so pleasant to listen to.

Surrounded by several children, Rhaegar sniffed the dragon odor on his body and said helplessly: "You really need to stay away from me and stop stinking up the whole place."

"It's okay, I'm not afraid."

Little Darren giggled, scratched his head and sat in a seat nearby.

He arched his butt and pushed out Benilla who was about to sit down.

Benilla glared at him and raised her hand to punch him twice.

"Shhhh~"

Renia hurriedly grabbed her and gave up her seat to protect her husband.

Rhaegar watched with interest and admired Benilla's bravery.

Turning his head, Damon was chatting privately with a male waiter who was serving the meal. He interrupted and asked, "Have you ever considered teaching Bernila martial arts?"

Damon looked back puzzledly, waved his hand to let the male attendant leave, and asked: "Like that silly girl Helena?"

"She's not stupid!"

Rhaegar emphasized seriously, rubbing Benilla's head: "She is your heir and a dragon rider. Learning some martial arts will help her protect herself."

Daemon sneered, "It's up to you. Anyway, my two daughters are adopted daughters of you and Rhaenyra."

Rhaegar frowned slightly and observed the expressions of Bael'na and Rhaena.

Rhaena smiled and watched the conversation between her father and cousin.

Benilla was a little indignant. She snorted heavily and turned her head away to ignore her father.

Rhaegar thought for a moment and nodded silently: "Okay, I'll watch and teach you."

He felt that the good uncle didn't seem to care much about the future of the two girls.

It’s not that I don’t love you, but I just let you go without paying attention.

"Let Rhaenyra teach them properly later. We can't waste these two good talents."

Rhaegar looked calm as he teased the three children, secretly calculating in his heart.

……

The dishes were served and the candlelight flickered.

Rhaenys and Laenare sat next to each other, asking about the feat of herding dragons from time to time.

The dragon keeper in the dragon's pit can give simple commands to the dragon, limited to instructions such as entering and exiting the dragon pit, feeding, and comforting the dragon.

It is unheard of to whip the dragons with one whip and drive several adult dragons into flight.

"Rhaegar, this whip is the dragon taming prop?"

Rhaenys rested her elbow on the table, her eyes zoomed in on the dragon whip that lay before her nephew.

It's pitch black, covered in barbs, and the handle is made of Valyrian steel...

It's very unusual at first glance.

Rhaegar did not hide his shortcomings and said, "The dragon kings of ancient Valyria had many secret treasures for taming dragons. This is just one of them."

Daemon's eyes flickered as he discussed, "I saw in the library of Pentos that some dragon king families possess a horn that can control giant dragons."

"That's just a legend."

Lanar looked a little helpless and said, "The Valyrian Peninsula was destroyed, and it is difficult to distinguish the true from the false in the biographies left behind."

During the years that the two of them were in the free trade city-state, Daemon often spent time in the library to numb himself.

Specialize in reading the stories left by the Dragon Kings.

Daemon ignored him and looked at Rhaegar with scorching eyes, as if he wanted to eat him alive.

When it comes to understanding the Dragon Kings, my good nephew is definitely better than me.

He longed to know more.

Feeling everyone's gaze, Rega thought about the purpose of his visit and said decisively: "Yes! And it is in the sea of ​​smoke, but ordinary people can't find it."

"The Sea of ​​Smoke is dangerous," Rhaenys commented.

Damon grinned, his eyes sparkling: "Can you find it? If you enter the sea of ​​smoke."

Rhaegar went over the precognitive dream in his mind and hesitated before saying "yes".

With the means he already has.

The giant dragon compass is used to search for the baby dragon, and the glass candle is paired with [Mirror Flower and Water Moon] to see thousands of miles away, a rough map of the land of Changxia.

Combining these three points together, the danger of the sea of ​​​​smoke will be minimized.

Just as he was about to speak, the door slammed open.

The sea snake was dressed in dusty clothes. He looked around and said hello: "Sorry, something happened in Hull Town and I came back late."

"Lord Collis, I have something to ask you."

Rhaegar stood up to show respect, his eyes were particularly firm, and he stated his purpose: "I found traces of wild baby dragons in the Sea of ​​Smoke. I plan to retrieve the baby dragons, and I need the escort of the fleet of House Velaryon."

The sea snake was stunned for a moment, thinking it had heard wrongly: "You want to lead the fleet of the Velaryon family into the Sea of ​​Smoke?"

Are you kidding? The sea of ​​smoke is a key danger zone.

During the nine voyages, we would avoid the sea of ​​smoke whenever we passed by it.

As the saying goes in Hull:
"A wise sailor will flee before a storm comes."

Rhaegar naturally understood the danger, but still insisted: "The young dragon cannot be abandoned. Besides, there is a special herb in the Sea of ​​Mist that can relieve my father's sleeping sickness."

"With all due respect, this is an unrealistic decision."

The sea snake sighed helplessly and said matter-of-factly, "The Smoky Sea is dangerous, but if it's for the king, Velaryon is no coward."

Velaryon married into the royal family again, and the relationship was much closer.

"But Velaryon's fleet is not large enough to explore the Sea of ​​Smokests."

The sea snake shook its head and expressed its difficulties.

After the wars of the Three Kingdoms of Women and Dorne, only one tenth of the family's fleet survived.

The only remaining seeds are also responsible for monitoring the Green Water River and cooperating with the Stone Steps Islands to blockade the lower half of the Narrow Sea.

There is no way to spare any troops to enter the dangerous sea of ​​smoke.

Rhaegar stroked his chin, wondering whether the extra points the sea snake mentioned were true or not.

The sea snake's eyes were sparkling as it calmly sat in the main seat and raised its hand to signal the crown prince to sit down and eat.

He really didn't lie.

Who doesn't want a baby dragon, but you have to have the ability to get it.

Risks and returns are not proportional.

Rhaegar sat down and looked at Daemon.

Damon was also thinking, wondering how many undiscovered treasures there were in the sea of ​​smoke.

"Rhaegar, I have a suggestion."

Rhaenys suddenly spoke, her expression somewhat complicated.

Rhaegar was stunned for a moment, then said modestly, "Aunt, you say."

Her nephew's sincerity gave Rhaenys confidence. She straightened her slightly bent spine and temporarily smoothed out the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes. "Compared to a young dragon, you should inherit your father's throne as soon as possible and solve the hidden dangers after the war."

Rega hesitated slightly, wanting to say that one of the reasons for exploring the Sea of ​​Smoke was for his father.

When the words come to your lips, they are really meaningless, so just keep quiet and choose to listen to some advice.

Seeing that he did not interrupt, Rhaenys's eyes flashed with relief: "Your father relies too much on the Imperial Council, and many important matters are handled carelessly. You must be prepared to take over a mess."

Rhaegar did not object.

He had already discovered the drawbacks of the Imperial Conference and was planning to make some big moves after ascending the throne.

Rhaenys hadn't finished yet.

He glanced at Damon obscurely and tried to be tactful: "How are you going to deal with the matter between you and Lady Jenny? The whole valley knows that she is pregnant."

Rhaegar's lips were dry. He said, "I and the Church of the Seven have redrafted the Law of Exceptions."

"uh-huh?"

Rhaenys looked on, shrugged.

Rhaegar calmed down.

Damon watched it from beginning to end, his eyebrows raised unconsciously, and he let out an unkind laugh.

Lanar glanced at him. Damon: ...

He turned his head away and took a sip of wine in disappointment.

After these straight-to-the-point questions, Rhaegar felt dizzy.

A flash of inspiration came to his mind, and he stared straight at Damon.

In his eyes, Rhaegar saw greed.

Daemon also wants the dragonlets and the treasure of the Sea of ​​Smoke.

After some thought, Rhaegar came up with a solution that would satisfy both his opponent and his opponent.

A fleet of House Velaryon was dispatched to patrol the Sea of ​​Smoke area.

If Damon wants to enter the Sea of ​​Smoke, let him patrol on his dragon.

It just so happens that Tyrosh is a gathering place for mercenaries, and there is no shortage of minions who will do things for money.

Dare to think and act, Rhaegar said directly: "Then seal off the area of ​​the sea of ​​smoke, and no one can trespass."

Damon immediately took the bait and asked, "Aren't you afraid that someone will sneak into the Sea of ​​Smoke and kidnap the young dragon?"

"I'll arrange for patrols."

Rhaegar raised his eyebrows, suggesting something.

Damon remained silent and did not take on the job rashly.

The sea snake was very generous and agreed immediately: "I will send people to block the sea of ​​smoke, at least to ensure that anyone who enters will report back immediately."

"That's it."

Rega made the decision.

Thinking back to the various political affairs in King's Landing, I couldn't help but feel a little headache: "I have to fly back to King's Landing."

Damon shook the glass gently, watched the wine hang on the wall, and then drank it all in one gulp.

……

At night, the sky is dotted with stars.

King's Landing, Red Keep.

creak-

The King's chambers opened, and the two White Knights glanced back.

Rhaegar rubbed his brows, said "thank you for your hard work" dryly, and turned to walk out.

The White Knight did not dare to neglect: "Go slowly, Prince."

Just now, I vaguely heard the conversation in the bedroom.

Crown Prince, registration is coming soon!
……

Princess bedroom.

creak-

The door quietly opened a crack, and a purple eye explored inside.

It was quiet and dark.

Outside the door, Rega was feeling nervous and tiptoed in.

First I passed the hall, where the candlelight was dim.

Gently lifting the beaded curtain, a large carved bed was revealed.

After confirming that the person on the bed was motionless, Rhaegar breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's okay, it's okay. Rhaenyra is asleep."

Otherwise, it would be somewhat awkward to discuss marrying more than one wife.

"Rhaegar!"

In the silent environment, a cold voice suddenly sounded.

Rhaegar's body stiffened and he gritted his teeth secretly.

Click!

A candlelight illuminated the room, and a dim glow cast upon the two people in the room.

Rhaenyra held a candlestick in her hand, sitting quietly beside the bed, staring at him in her neatly dressed clothes.

Judging from the posture, he has woken up a long time ago.

Rega was stuck there, not knowing whether to leave or not.

Rhaenyra looked strange and slapped the bed: "Come here!"

"okay."

Rhaegar walked forward obediently and sat down next to Wenrun.

He took the candlestick, looked around, and interrupted, "Where's the baby?"

"Sarah took it to be taken care of."

Rhaenyra rolled her eyes in annoyance, "Why are you poking into my room in the middle of the night?"

I stayed awake most of the night, listening to the roar of the glutton.

One guess is that Rhaegar is back.

Rhaegar tilted his head and lay down, resting his head on her thighs wrapped in a red skirt, hugging her delicate waist: "I am going to ascend the throne."

"Well, I'm going to be queen soon."

Rhaenyra lifted his chin with her white fingers and looked straight into those slightly melancholy purple eyes.

"Not happy?"

"It's very troublesome."

"How many people want to cause trouble but never get the chance."

Rhaenyra's eyes softened as she encouraged him, "Think carefully about the division of Aegon and Aemond, and the follow-up measures for Daemon."

"Damon is in trouble."

Rhaegar was very vindictive and muttered, "I caught a wild baby dragon, and there is another one in the Sea of ​​Smoke. I wanted to go, but they didn't agree."

Rhaenyra listened silently, stroking his face with her bare hands, knowing that Rhaegar wanted to go to the Sea of ​​Smoke to find something to heal his father.

After a long time, Rhaegar yawned and felt sleepy.

I hugged her soft waist tightly and rubbed her cheek a few times, wanting to have a good sleep first.

"Rhaegar."

"Ok?"

"You sneaked into my room in the middle of the night just to tell me a story?"

Rhaenyra's voice was soft, and there was a malicious gleam in her eyes.

"Huh?" Rhaegar opened his eyes.

The red cloth covered the head, and what came into view was a vast expanse of white.

"Who allowed you to sleep?"

Rainier supported herself with her hands behind her back, her red skirt covering her face on her legs, and her thighs tightened.

Rhaegar's eyes went dark.

"Are you afraid that I'll be angry?"

Rhaenyra raised her hips to adjust to a comfortable position, breathing slightly, "Serve your queen well!"

"Woooo~!"

Rhaegar whined and shook his head in protest.

He doesn't like this approach.

"The protest is ineffective!"

Rainier was fierce, just like when she was bullied as a child, and hit the head under the red skirt.

There was a thud, and Rhaegar's eyes filled with tears.

The body lying on the side of the bed was kicked under the bed and forced to kneel on one knee.

It's so annoying, Rhaenyra is always so bossy.

He was often bullied when he was a child.

Always doing some weird bad things.

Rhaegar wiped his tears on the white clay and resigned himself to his fate and worked hard.

"hiss!"

Rhaenyra took a deep breath, her small earlobes turned rose-red, and her waist leaned back unconsciously.

One hand supported the soft bed, and the other hand pressed on the red skirt.

She clamped her legs together tighter and tighter, a hint of revengeful pleasure flashing in her charming eyes.

(End of this chapter)