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

Chapter 497 The Rise of the New Generation
127 AC.

Early spring, early morning.

The majestic Red Fort was bustling with people coming and going.

"Brother, hurry up and catch up!"

In the front yard, a little boy with silver hair and purple eyes hid behind a wooden stake and waved in the direction of the stable.

"Shh, be quiet."

Another boy popped his head out from behind the stable trough and gave a stern warning.

As he spoke, the boy noticed the dense crowd around him and quickly ran to his brother.

As soon as she got close, she punched out with her pink fist, hitting her good brother in the stomach.

"Ow~!"

The little boy screamed and his eyes suddenly filled with tears.

The elder brother stared at him like a little adult and said sternly, "Aemon, we are going to the dragon's lair to get a dragon egg for my younger brother. You are not allowed to do anything wrong."

"I didn't, and you hit me again."

Little Eamon wiped away his tears and retorted angrily.

What’s more, even after being beaten, he still didn’t cry or make a fuss.

Stronger than the average kid.

Baeron didn't bother to pay attention to him and walked past the crowded adults to find a suitable path.

He knew very well what his brother was like.

He is just like his dragon, a liar.

Seeing that his good brother ignored him, Imon puffed up his cheeks and walked straight out through the crowd.

"Aemon, don't let anyone find out."

Baeron rushed to pull him.

Aemon threw his hands and snorted, "If we can leave the Red Keep, it must be with Dad's consent."

It's just a trick played by adults.

Upon hearing this, Belron's cute face fell and he silently followed his stinky brother.

Eamonn was right.

Two little silver-haired boys walked in the front yard, threading through the adults' clothes, hand in hand.

Surprisingly, the two boys looked almost identical.

Same height, build and fair face.

If you really want to tell the difference, you can only look for clues in the expression between the eyebrows and eyes.

My brother has clear eyes and his every move is very methodical.

My brother's eyes rolled around, revealing a lively and smart look.

"Drink!"

"Prince, be careful."

As I passed by the martial arts arena, I heard the sound of metal clashing.

Baerlon stopped and turned around to see many nobles gathered together to watch a martial arts competition.

"Let's go and have a look!"

Looking at his brother's expression, Imon dragged him into the crowd without saying a word.

When the nobles saw the two little guys, they humbly made way for them.

In the center of the crowd, two figures were dueling.

Christon Cole, wearing white cotton armor and holding a meteor hammer.

With a smile on his face, Cole wielded the meteor hammer in his hand and his attack was very sharp.

His opponent was a young man with silver hair and one eye, wearing a black eye patch.

The two soon got into a fight.

Cole swung the meteor hammer and used the old-fashioned move to break the opponent's shield, and began to reduce the opponent's mobility bit by bit.

Swah——

The young man was quicker, taking two meteor hammer attacks head-on, throwing away the broken shield, bending his knees and turning to dance with his sword.

In a flash, Cole was swinging the meteor hammer and failed to dodge in time.

The young man's eyes were sharp, and he pointed his sword at Cole's neck with a ruthless move.

As soon as Cole moved slightly, blood oozed out.

"Oh, Uncle San won."

Aemon clapped his hands and cheered.

Belron dragged his brother out and chuckled, "Okay, let's go to the dragon's lair."

The two children were very small and they squeezed out of the crowd in the blink of an eye.

In the middle of the crowd, Cole looked helpless. He dropped the meteor hammer in his hand and panted, "Beautiful, Prince. You will win the tournament soon."

Aemond's eyes were cold. He retracted his sword lightly and said calmly: "I don't care about any martial arts competition."

Turning his head, he caught a glimpse of the two little guys' backs and said with a half-smile: "My good nephew sneaked out again."

Cole was even more helpless and couldn't talk at all.

Six years passed in a flash, and the prince grew up rapidly.

He began to fall behind in both martial arts and thinking.

Dang clang——

Aemond threw down his one-handed sword and turned to walk towards Maegor's Holdfast. "I'm going to look for my brother. I heard that Rhaenyra has given birth again."

……

the other side.

The two little ones successfully got out of the Red Castle gate and boarded a wheeled palace driven by the Kingsguard.

Sir Stephen, wearing a black robe, patiently reminded them, "The car will be going very fast, so please sit tight, my dear princes."

"Relax, sir."

Baelon assured.

"Full speed ahead. My whip is thirsty."

This is Aemon.

Stephen sighed with disappointment, but had no choice but to drive the horses obediently after being assigned this task.

Inside the wheelhouse, the two little ones looked at each other.

Belron stared at his brother rummaging in his pants with his eyes wide open, and couldn't help asking, "How did you steal this thing?"

Aemon raised his little face, looking like he was waiting for praise.

In the chubby little hands, there was a long black whip.

The handle is made of Valyrian steel and engraved with strange inscriptions. It is the dragon taming whip used to herd dragons.

Baerlon quickly snatched the whip and asked, "You actually stole the dragon taming whip without telling your father?"

This is a rare treasure in the world. How did my brother do it?

Yimeng put his hands on his hips and said proudly: "My mother was giving birth, and my father had no time to take care of us, so I sneaked out."

"Tis bad!"

Baeron was so excited that he put the dragon taming whip in his arms.

Confiscated directly.

……

Princess bedroom.

Familiar layout, old intercourse mural.

Several experienced maids gathered around a delivery chair.

Rainier lay in the arms of a fat maid, sweating all over, gritting her teeth to gather strength.

In front of her, maids carried basins of water and wrung out towels.

The scene moves to the corridor outside the bedroom.

Rhaegar lowered his head and leaned against the wall, like a child who had made a mistake.

After 6 years, the boy has transformed into a young man.

Rhaegar's face became more and more handsome, his figure became tall and well-shaped, and he always exuded the aura of a noble superior.

His silver hair fell naturally on his shoulders, and his clear purple eyes revealed a hint of sadness.

Every servant passing by, male or female, would steal a peek at His Majesty.

"Cough cough."

A few light coughs from the side interrupted his thoughts.

Rhaegar turned his head and asked in confusion, "Father, what's wrong?" Closer to the door, Viserys was sitting in a wheelchair with a blanket covering his legs.

After giving up the throne, he gradually relaxed.

Time had been kind to this former king.

Viserys had gained weight, and his thick hair was starting to thin out. He said kindly, "Don't worry. Rhaenyra will be fine. This isn't her first birth."

As he spoke, he leaned forward and saw a little kid through his eldest son.

Rhaegar forced a smile and followed his gaze.

A baby boy in small clothes sat on the ground, staring blankly at the cracks between the bricks.

The boy is about 2 or 3 years old.

Short platinum hair, blue eyes, and a chubby white face.

At this time, the little guy was sitting on the ground, with his short legs spread out and a dark red dragon egg in his arms.

Rhaegar shook his head and sighed, then squatted down and gently stroked his young son's head, and asked softly: "Meka, why didn't you play with your brothers?"

The little guy is three years old this year and was born in the summer of 124AC.

He is his and Rhaenyra's third child, and also their third son.

The little guy has different appearance from his parents and two older brothers, with slightly different hair and eye colors.

Meka lowered his head, as small as a ball, his delicate face stained with sadness, and his chin resting on the dragon egg.

Hearing his father's question, the little guy turned his head and said honestly: "They think I'm stupid and don't want to play with me."

Rhaegar was speechless. He silently comforted his young son and explained: "They have a mission, you are too young."

"Oh."

Meka turned his head back and continued to stare at the cracks between the bricks.

Rega stood up reluctantly and gave his father a regretful look.

The youngest son is good in every way except that he is a little bit of a loner.

Although he clearly wanted to fit in with his two brothers, he always timidly chose to wait and see.

Viserys laughed. "There will be another little one in the house soon, and little Maekar will have company."

As he was speaking, a scream was heard from the bedroom.

"what!!"

The grandfather and grandson pricked up their ears and shuddered in unison at the sound.

Rhaegar lowered his head again and prayed silently that everything would be safe.

Maika closed her eyes, held the dragon egg in her arms, and muttered, "Give me a sister, a sister."

Rhaegar kicked him lightly on the butt and glared.

The little heartless girl even made a wish outside the delivery room.

"what!!"

Suddenly, another scream was heard, louder than the previous one.

Then, a childish cry was heard.

"Wow wow wow..."

There was a commotion in the bedroom, and the fat maid's honest voice came through the door.

"That's great. She's a healthy girl."

Outside the door, the grandfather and grandson breathed a sigh of relief, as if a huge stone had fallen from their hearts.

Sweat broke out on Rhaegar's forehead and a smile reappeared on his face.

Meka: "It's my sister, it's my sister."

boom--

Another hard kick.

……

Director's Hall.

creak-

The door was pushed open from the outside, revealing the scene inside.

Spacious room with floor-to-ceiling windows offering wide views.

There is an office desk in front of the window, and the sunlight shines on the documents on the desk.

"Snoring~~"

Two young men were sitting behind the desk.

A beautiful girl with silver-gold curly hair and wearing a beige skirt.

The girl had a pretty face, her eyes slightly closed, her cheeks slightly red from the sun, and her head leaning against the back of the chair.

Little by little, I feel sleepy at any time.

A lazy young man with messy silver hair, lying on the table with his arms stretched out in front of him, snoring.

There was a pile of documents in front of each of the siblings, and the pages were blown by the breeze outside the window.

creak!creak!
Aemond stood at the door, staring at the scene with gritted teeth, his fists clenched so hard that they made crackling sounds.

He silently repeated several things to himself, trying not to get angry, and walked towards the two of them with heavy steps.

There are three chairs behind the desk.

The brother and sister each took one, leaving a main seat in the middle.

Emond was not polite and sat down.

He first moved the document in front of his sister Helena and began to review it seriously.

Since Regar ascended the throne, he has taken back most of the power from the Privy Council.

The advantage is that it is more convenient to do things.

The disadvantage is that the office has to deal with every detail.

To this end, I hold the view that "if I don't live well, no one else can live well either."

A year after Rega took office, he dragged his three younger brothers and sisters to the board of directors' hall to review memorials for him.

The kingdom belongs to all Targaryens, he can't be the only one to suffer.

Let's experience what it's like to be a king.

"Hey~"

Hearing the sound of rapid writing, Helena opened her eyes hazily and looked around in confusion.

At this time, Finance Minister Lin Man processed the materials on the side, walked around the three siblings and walked over silently.

Aemond didn't stop writing with his quill, and asked without raising his head, "Lord Lin Man, what's the latest news?"

Lin Man was a little surprised and said slowly: "Prince, should you ask Tormund for the information?"

He's not the chief of intelligence.

Aemond paused as he wrote. His eyes were sharp as a knife as he spoke: "Tormund is directly under the king. He cannot overstep his authority."

After a pause, he returned to the question: "What's the news from Tidehead Island? Is Darren doing well there?"

"Of course, Prince Daeron is the cupbearer of the Sea Serpent and accompanies him on every voyage."

Lin Man was very satisfied with his words and said, "As for Chaotou Island, I heard that there was some trouble. It seemed to be about the inheritance rights."

"Really? I think it's more than that."

With a cold face, Aemond took out a copy of the document and deliberately put it next to Aegon's ear.

boom--

Aegon was awakened instantly, stood up in a panic, and wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth: "What's wrong, is Rhaegar here?"

The child was terrified.

Emond glanced at him with disdain, then moved the document in front of Lin Man, revealing the written side.

Lin Man bent down to look, her narrowed eyes looking solemn.

The documents came from House Velaryon of Driftmark.

The sender of the letter was not the sea serpent Collis, but one of his nephews.

Moreover, there are a total of five hand prints on it, each representing a Valerian.

The content is as follows:

"The Velaryon family has a direct male bloodline, and a female heir goes against tradition. I hope King Rhaegar I of Targaryen will make the decision."

At the end of the letter, it was specifically mentioned that Rhaegar's qualifications for succession were superior to those of the previous heir, Rhaenyra.

I hope Your Majesty will abide by tradition.

Such words can be said to be quite bold.

Moreover, he is quite ungrateful.

Helena looked confused and muttered, "Is the sea snake in trouble?"

(End of this chapter)