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

Chapter 515: Fooling Damon
Tyroshi.

Prince's Palace, Water Bridge.

A graceful figure stopped by the bridge, looking down at the calm water.

The covered bridge is the largest bridge in Tyroshi, spanning the east and west ends of the estuary.

The Prince's Palace is located on the east side of the covered bridge, with green willows planted on both sides. It was completed during the reign of the new prince.

puff-

The figure dropped a small stone, causing ripples on the calm water surface.

Messaria sighed and pressed her pale palm against the dragon stone fence.

Watch from afar.

She was wearing a tight long dress with a blue background and floral patterns, and a silk scarf was wrapped around her slender neck, trying to cover her pale skin as much as possible.

Because of their skin color, they are called "white maggots".

She stood by the bridge, all alone.

Lament the mystery of fate.

rustling...

There was a familiar sound of footsteps behind me, steady and powerful.

Messaria turned her head slightly and saw Damon dressed in black.

"Another one here, you're wasting the maid's usefulness."

Damon spoke in a calm voice, leaning against the railing of the covered bridge, observing his mistress's changing temperament from side to side.

Mesalia turned her head back in annoyance, saying emotionally: "I want to be alone and not embarrass others."

"Don't think so badly of me."

Damon leaned over and asked meaningfully, "Tell me the reason?"

Why did his temperament suddenly change, like he became a different person?

Being questioned without any reason, Mesalia felt helpless and boldly asked: "Who leaked the news of my pregnancy?"

After her first unexpected miscarriage, she broke up with Damon.

In the years that followed, the two sides maintained contact in buying and selling intelligence.

Of course, she also has connections with Otto Hightower, and is a fence-sitter who tries to please both sides.

This also enabled her to buy her first house and first stone building in the flea market.

As Daemon conquered Tyrosh, he approached her again and asked her to serve as chief intelligence officer.

Thinking back to the beginning, she broke up with Daemon because Daemon did not have a stable territory and had to be controlled by his brother the king.

Since Daemon became the Lord of Tyrosh, she would naturally be willing to join him.

The two of them were passionate about each other and resumed their underground relationship.

After years of hard work, I finally confirmed pregnancy a month ago.

But she didn't want the news to leak out so quickly!

Listening to his mistress's questioning, Damon avoided her gaze and said bluntly: "I was the one who leaked the news."

Xiaomei did a good job in preventing the disease, but he was the one who spread the news on purpose.

In one sentence, Messaria was immediately irritated and raised her voice: "Damon, I'm just your mistress, have you ever thought about me!?"

Who is she? A foreign dancer.

She has been a prostitute and an intelligence dealer, and her background and experience are lowly to the core.

Let’s look at Damon’s original wife.

The only daughter of the most powerful owner of Tidehead Island in the Seven Kingdoms, and the master of Vhagar, one of the three founding dragons.

In Xiaomei's circle, Damon is the person with the highest status.

Laena is a close friend of the reigning queen, and has the entire Velaryon family and its allies behind her.

What can Xiaomei do to compete with it?
Damon was silent for a moment, obviously understanding the meaning of Xiaomei's words.

Mesaria was so angry that she gnashed her teeth and said, "Why don't you wait until my fetus is stable and everything is ready before spreading the news?"

Once she gives birth to a son, he will immediately become the next heir to Tyrosh.

How could Lannar and the family behind her tolerate this?

She is just a mortal, without the protection of a dragon or an identity, and her life can be taken away by any assassination.

"Before marriage, the child is illegitimate."

Damon turned his head, rested his elbows on the fence, and whispered, "I have to spread the news first, and then marry her openly."

Over the years, he slept with many women, even delaying Tyrosh's development.

The reputation that came from this was very bad.

Of course, its reputation in the past wasn’t necessarily that good.

Prince of the Capital, Prince of the Prodigal, Lord of Flea Bottom…

but!

That was just the debauchery he enjoyed as the second son, unable to change his situation.

Don't care about what others think and enjoy life as much as possible.

This may be another form of self-paralysis.

Today, he rules over Tyrosh, one of the nine Free Cities.

As the bloodline of Prince Baelon of Spring Dawn, establish another branch of Targaryen.

There was no opportunity in the past, but now there is an opportunity.

He must regroup and prove himself to his brother, nephew, and even his parents who favor his brother.

Daemon Targaryen is not making things worse.

He just pretended to mess up, and he is more capable of creating something greater than his brother.

Because of this,
A qualified successor becomes the top priority in the great cause.

Looking at Damon who was so righteous, Mesalia felt a dull pain in her heart and was speechless for a moment.

Seeing this, Damon said seriously: "You and the child will be safe. I will not retreat again."

"Then marry me right away and give me a legitimate status!"

Messaria's breath hitched, and she took the opportunity to make a request.

Damon had expected this and said calmly, "I'm already planning the wedding, so you don't have to worry about your status."

His brother granted him special privileges before he abdicated.

Even his good nephew Rhaegar could not disobey.

Mesalia was still dissatisfied after hearing this, and emphasized: "I said immediately, a ceremony, and a wedding room."

The formal wedding takes at least a month.

She was afraid of the long night and many dreams.

Damon frowned and said coldly: "I am a prince, not a poor boy from Flea Bottom. I have to hide my marriage to a woman."

"But I'm a whore."

Mesaria revealed her origins and said angrily: "Your little willfulness will drag me into danger."

As a third party, if she doesn't do things secretly, is she just waiting to be suffocated to death during sleep?
The lower one's origin, the sharper one's sense of danger.

Xiaomei could feel countless pairs of eyes staring at her.

It was Damon who personally exposed this white maggot of her to the public eye.

Damon was annoyed by the noise and tried to control his patience: "Then you also have to understand that after you marry me, you are no longer a lowly whore."

He didn't care about a woman's background, but his child couldn't be humiliated by it.

No matter how lowly a maggot is, as long as it hides under the protection of a dragon, no vulture or hyena dares to spy on it.

"Forget it, you and I disagree."

Mesaria sighed again and really wanted to just leave.

When the child is born safely, he will emerge from the darkness.

Damon ignored her and leaned against the edge of the bridge, quietly watching the large and small ships coming in and out on both sides of the river.

Both of them stopped talking and remained quiet for a while.

Mesalia felt uncomfortable and took a deep breath: "I want some quiet time. Do you have anything else to do?" She was full of nonsense and spoke in a tough manner.

Damon glanced at him and said simply, "Wait for someone."

"Who's coming?"

Mesaria's eyes suddenly became sharp and she was extremely alert.

Damon opened his mouth and was about to answer.

call--

A strong wind carrying the smell of ashes blew across the sky, blocking the words he was about to say.

Damon looked up and said calmly, "People are coming!"

The voice just fell.

"Hiss-"

A pair of dragon wings as black as charcoal slowly enveloped the harbor, and every flap of their wings created a wave of scorching hot air that blew through clothes.

Mesaria's eyes widened and her jaw almost dropped.

"Glutton, land!"

The cold voice came into my ears, like pearls falling on a jade plate.

The pitch-black dragon circled in the air and slowly landed at one end of the corridor bridge.

It's not over yet.

"Hiss..."

A slightly smaller light blue dragon flew over leisurely, like an elf in the blue sky, and gracefully lowered its body.

Only after the two giant dragons landed one after another did Messalia come back to her senses from the shock.

It’s not like she hasn’t seen a dragon before.

She even had the honor of riding along with Daemon's Korakshu.

But as huge dragons as the Glutton and the Dreamfyre, she only saw Vhagar hiding in the dark when Laena came to Tyrosh to question Daemon.

Mesaria took a breath and said with emotion: "I heard in my early years that His Majesty the Iron Throne tamed the largest wild dragon in the world when he was young. It really lives up to his reputation."

In the past, I was of low status and lived in a flea nest, so I had no chance to see it.

"Come on, follow me and meet him properly."

Damon's lips curled up slightly, looking forward to what his nephew would bring.

……

A few minutes later.

At the end of the covered bridge, Rhaegar and Daemon met.

Rhaegar stood tall, his long silver-gold hair hanging naturally, his purple eyes scrutinizing.

Damon held the hilt of the sword at his side with one hand, raised his head and looked at his nephew with a calm demeanor.

Neither the uncle nor the nephew spoke first, and the atmosphere was so depressing that it was suffocating.

Messalia put on a silk scarf and stood quietly beside Queen Damon, observing the expressions of the uncle and nephew during their confrontation.

Noble! Arrogant!
Extraordinary nobility and unrivaled arrogance.

Composed of the otherworldly dragon blood, he is unwilling to be inferior to others.

In contrast.

Helena stood side by side with Rhaegar, occasionally pulling at her wrinkled simple clothes or bending down to pick out dirt from between her fingernails.

As for the confrontation between the uncle and nephew?

She didn't care and didn't see it at all.

Finally, when the four people had different thoughts, the deadlock was broken.

Rhaegar remained silent, with the corners of his lips raised.

Damon sighed helplessly, knelt on one knee unwillingly, and saluted: "Your Majesty."

As he spoke, he raised his head high and looked directly into his nephew's eyes.

This was his last bit of stubbornness.

Rhaegar immediately smiled and reached out to help his uncle up: "Don't worry about the formalities."

"Haha." Damon sneered.

I believed my good nephew's lies.

As usual, Rhaegar suppressed his uncle's arrogance and went straight to the point: "I heard you are getting married."

As he spoke, he glanced at Mesaria, looked her up and down and said, "Is this Madam Xiaomei?"

Take a closer look.

She is a pretty woman.

She had black hair tied up behind her head, a slim and charming figure, and a skin as pale as paper, which added a bit of the elegance of a sick beauty.

Just standing there, if her background was not revealed, her temperament would be more noble than that of an ordinary noble lady.

Feeling the king's gaze, Messalia forced herself to remain calm and secretly winked at Damon.

Rega retracted his gaze and waved his hand: "Don't be nervous, I have no ill intentions."

Just wanted to see what a woman looked like who could seduce a good uncle and even make him steal dragon eggs.

Seeing it today gave me a sense of déjà vu of Reese's Black Swan.

Maybe both of them came from humble backgrounds and climbed to high positions through their own abilities.

Daemon frowned and declared his sovereignty: "She is pregnant with my child, I want to marry her."

It seemed as if he was afraid that his good nephew would ruin his good deeds.

Rhaegar had no time for that, and chuckled, "Who you marry is none of my business. Father made an exception for you, and I have no reason to object."

Besides, if the good uncle marries Baichong, it won't be a waste of my father's plan.

Establishing the absolute rule of the royal family.

Daemon's eyes narrowed, and he asked, "What is your purpose in coming to Tyrosh?"

Apart from marrying another woman, he couldn't think of anything else big.

"Sea of ​​smoke!"

Rhaegar said with a serious look on his face, "Volantis and Slaver's Bay intend to disrupt the order of the Disputed Lands. I intend to take this opportunity to send troops to bring Volantis and the Sea of ​​Smoke back into the territory of Old Valyria."

Volantis doesn't matter, and neither does Slaver's Bay.

But the wild young dragons of the Sea of ​​Smoke, the tribal land of the Land of Long Summer.

Even the dragon horn that appears repeatedly in dreams is very important!

I won’t feel at ease until I get it.

Hearing this, Daemon's vigilance gradually faded, and he analyzed who the enemy was: "The Tiger Party and the Elephant Party of Volantis are in cahoots with each other, and there are also remnants of the Three Women's Kingdom in Slaver Bay."

"You, me, and Helena are enough to put an end to the war."

Rega spoke frankly on behalf of Helena, who was standing beside him: "The Sea of ​​Smoke is dangerous. After we take over Volantis, you and I will explore together."

“How will the harvest be distributed?”

Damon asked for benefits without hesitation.

Rhaegar was prepared: "Valaryon's fleet will accompany us, the royal family will take 50% of the harvest, and all special items will be mine."

"That's a lot." Damon frowned subconsciously when he heard about the special items.

Rhaegar's expression remained unchanged, and he held up a finger: "We have successfully captured the young dragon, and I will give priority to taming your offspring."

The chances of taming a grown-up baby dragon are always higher than hatching a dragon egg.

Sure enough, Daemon did not refuse, and then put forward conditions: "I want you to suppress Rhaenyra, don't ruin my good deeds."

"Do your best."

Rhaegar knew what was going on and spoke without hesitation.

It is impossible to suppress it, he intended to be the driving force behind it from the beginning.

Dear Uncle Wang, you are the pioneer in this rights struggle.

(End of this chapter)