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

Chapter 540: Exiled Dragon

at dusk.

The door opened and people filed out.

Rhaenyra walked slowly, and Daemon passed by her from behind, his steps fast and fierce.

I was not careful for a moment and was knocked off balance.

"Be careful."

Lanar supported him and said guiltily, "I'm sorry for involving you."

Rhaenyra rubbed her shoulders and said innocently, "Forget it, just be careful."

The confrontation between the uncle and nephew ended with Damon giving in.

No one knew what he was thinking at that time, but he suddenly fell silent.

Lanar's expression was complicated, and she whispered, "I want to have a good chat with him."

"Are you sure Damon can listen now?"

Rhaenyra rolled her eyes, knowing her uncle's bad temper all too well.

Lanar smiled and said, "Some things can't be delayed any longer."

Marriage shouldn't be torture.

Seeing her friend was serious, Rhaenyra gave her a hug and said solemnly: "I can't give you advice, but as long as I am queen, you will always have a place in Lys."

"Thank you."

Lanaar returned the hug, her tall figure completely enveloping her friend in her arms.

……

In the conference hall.

Rhaegar stood alone in front of the French window, looking at the red dye splashed by the setting sun.

dong dong!

Aemond came back and stood there at a loss.

"Come in." Rega's voice was quite cold, as if he had predicted the future.

Imond was frightened and slowly approached with his neck stretched out.

It's just a beating.

Aegon could bear it, and so could he.

Rhaegar looked coldly, turned around and raised his leg.

boom--

He kicked out suddenly, hitting Emond in the heart with hatred.

Emond's face turned pale instantly, and a suffocating pain shot up to the top of his head, as if someone was locking his throat.

"puff!"

He vomited a mouthful of blood, his one eye almost popped out of its socket, and he flew backwards.

He knocked over a row of chairs, groaning miserably and hunched over like a skinny shrimp.

"You are so brave!"

Rhaegar's face was expressionless as he lectured: "Are you so narrow-minded that you would resort to despicable means to exact revenge?"

How could he think of assassinating a pregnant woman?

Emond collapsed in the chairs, climbed up and knelt again in a trance, with traces of blood oozing from the corners of his mouth.

Rhaegar became more and more angry, and said angrily: "Daemon has been struggling for so many years, and finally he has an heir. He is also our blood relative!"

"Cough cough..."

Aemond breathed hard and said contemptuously: "A child conceived by a whore."

In a way, he is the same kind of person as Damon.

Discriminating equally against everyone who is not a Targaryen.

Xiaomei, the white maggot, was born in a humble family and her life or death was ignored.

"Go away!" Rhaegar laughed dumbly, "Take your so-called second son followers and go to the east of Essos."

"Why?"

Aemond was stunned when he heard this, he couldn't believe his ears.

"Yeah, why?"

Rhaegar asked back, looking down at him: "If you don't want to make achievements, then go to the east and conquer a piece of land that belongs to you."

"No, I don't want to leave."

Aemond shook his head repeatedly.

How could he be willing to go far away? He still wanted to be the Hand of the King and expand the power of his family.

Rhaegar said rationally: "I can protect you for a while, but I can't protect you forever."

Damon appears to be tolerant on the surface, but no one knows what kind of revenge he will launch behind the scenes.

If Aemond stayed around, he would only become a target of attack and family infighting.

When it’s time to go, go and let time dilute everything.

By the way, smooth out the edges.

Hearing that it was for his own good, Aemond stopped resisting and struggled to stand up.

The two brothers looked at each other, one higher than the other.

After a long silence, he asked, "Where should I go?"

"As you wish." Rhaegar's eyes flashed with a gleam. "Qohor, the Great Grass Sea, and Slaver's Bay."

The sky is high for birds to fly and the sea is wide for fish to leap.

Whether it is a dragon or a bug, you will know after letting it out to try its luck.

"Okay, it's up to you."

Emond looked stubborn and said awkwardly, "Take care of yourself."

Rhaegar turned his back and said calmly, "Yeah."

……

the other side.

Damon went out with a heavy heart, wandering around like a headless fly.

He walked to Xiaomei's room, hesitated for a moment and decided to pass by.

His mood is very complicated.

I don't know whether he felt embarrassed or he didn't want to see his mistress who never trusted him.

But one thing is for sure, Xiaomei's worries came true.

He almost paid the price of blood and flesh for his arrogance.

"Fate is always cruel to people."

Damon sighed softly and walked forward in silence.

For someone who is not good at expressing himself, bearing it alone may be a kind of harmony.

The tower is only this big.

As you walk, the environment gradually becomes repetitive.

A familiar voice came from behind: "Damon, let's sit down and talk."

Damon felt as if in a dream and turned back with a look of surprise.

Lanar understood her husband's stubbornness and leaned against the door and said, "Stop wandering around and come in."

After saying that, he turned around and went into the room.

Damon stood there in a daze for a moment, unable to understand what the other party meant.

"hehe."

After hesitating for a moment, Damon shook his head and laughed, then followed calmly.

Can you eat him alive?
When I entered the room, Lannar was already sitting at the table.

Damon looked around and saw the exotic-style murals of intercourse and the simple yet elegant decoration.

Everything was so familiar, just like the years I had spent in Pentos.

"It's a quick come and go, isn't it?"

Lanar tilted her head and said calmly, "You always choose to escape, leaving me alone to clean up the mess."

"When did I forget everything?"

Damon looked nonchalant, his eyes never leaving the familiar environment. For a moment, his wife's bedroom seemed so strange.

"It's okay, I'll help you remember."

Lanar showed a bit of sadness and said slowly: "You lost the love of your brother and niece, and murdered your 6-year-old nephew out of jealousy."

"In order to return home in glory, he did not hesitate to once again fight with his nephew who was firmly seated on the throne of the crown prince."

"Also, he longed for a city-state of his own, but he betrayed his allies and could not conquer it after a long siege."

One incident after another, linking Damon's reckless life.

Lanar's eyes were filled with sorrow as she complained, "When have you ever thought that there is someone waiting for you?"

Upon hearing this, Damon fell into deep thought.

He conspired with Alicent to murder Rhaegar, but was rescued by Laena, whom he had just hooked up with, riding on Vhagar.

When they were detained in the Red Castle dungeon, it was Lannar who used the custody of her two daughters to ease the relationship between the parties.

During the last attack on Tyrosh, Lanar rode his dragon to provide assistance and nearly saved two lives.

At that moment, he understood the harm of telling his brother "Crown Prince for one day".

The string in Damon's heart tightened, the hostility faded from his face, and memories filled his eyes.

No other woman can compare to Lannar's loyalty.

The rebuttal to it was speechless.

"I was fascinated by your unruliness and regarded loving you as a challenge."

Lanar stared at him and said bitterly, "But I am tired and can no longer challenge."

Damon looked around blankly, having a bad feeling in his heart.

As expected, Lanar said resolutely: "Damon, let's let each other go."

"No!"

Damon was surprised, his eyes were red unconsciously, and he said with true feelings: "I just want an heir, and never thought of shaking your position."

Lanner stood up and said proudly, "Don't let people look down on you. End this tragedy."

She would not stoop to compete for favors with a whore.

I don't want to drag my family and friends into it.

Her bloodline comes from the ancient dragon clan, and the sky and the sea belong to her.

"No, never."

Damon shook his head and took a step back out of habit.

Just like his brother Viserys, when faced with insurmountable difficulties, he is like an ostrich with its head stuck in the sand.

At this moment, he would rather go to the battlefield and behead a thousand enemies.

I am also unwilling to face the feeling of being indebted.

Lanar's eyes were misty, and she gritted her teeth and said, "If you don't want to, I have a way."

At worst, he could ask Rainier to witness the couple's breakup.

I believe Rhaegar would like to see her and Daemon reach this end.

"I don't agree."

Damon seemed to have lost his soul and even choked up.

Lanar was so angry that her voice rose in vain: "Damon! If you don't want to break up, you should give me the respect I deserve!"

If you can't decisively separate them, you should give her love.

Rather than torturous distrust and neglect.

After being yelled at, Damon's eyes suddenly became clear, and his stiff body regained a bit of life.

puff-

He approached clumsily and fell on the bench.

Daemon's mind was full of thoughts, and he seemed to have made up his mind: "Benilla, I will anoint our daughter as the heir, and you will always be the mistress of Tyrosh."

"Are you sure?" Lanner was stunned.

"There is no better heir than Benilla."

Damon remained silent and said firmly: "She has always been a good child. You and I both know that."

Lanar was stunned for a moment and asked distrustfully, "Where is Madam Xiaomei's child?"

"He will be my sister's strongest arm."

Damon rubbed his face and said jokingly, "I shouldn't be obsessed with a boy. That's too petty."

“Damon…”

Lannar was stunned for a moment, with the feeling of loss and recovery filling her heart.

I never expected that my husband, who has always been self-centered, would give up his own opinion.

"Lanar." Daemon called out, caressing his wife's cheek and saying affectionately, "Perhaps you should give me a boy."

"What?" Lanner was dizzy.

Damon raised the corner of his lips, picked up his wife by the waist, and strode into the room.

"It's getting late."

"It seems like I haven't tasted you for a long time."

"..."

As the sky darkens, the night owl begins to cry out.

……

At midnight.

A bright moon was shining, and the reflection of the floor was hazy.

creak-

The door opened, and Damon walked out of the bedroom with his silver hair flying, his white shirt disheveled and the collar open.

Looking back, I saw a delicate body lying on the bed.

Her silver hair was casually scattered, her fair body had perfect curves, and her long, white thighs were dazzlingly white.

Damon wiped the sweat from his forehead, lowered his head and curled the corners of his mouth.

He agreed to Lannar's request and gave her enough trust and love.

Benilla's inheritance qualification is proof of this.

The child in Messaria's belly...

If it is really a son, the worst that can happen is that the siblings can just follow the family tradition based on the idea that the wealth should be kept within the family.

I believe that with Bernilla's strong personality, she can suppress her unborn brother.

This inspiration comes from my good nephews and nieces.

There is also an 8-year age difference between Rhaegar and Rhaenyra.

rustling...

There was a slight noise in the corner.

Damon's eyes flashed, and he closed the door to block out the spring scene in the room.

A thin maid tiptoed out, lowering her head and not daring to look at anyone.

"Little spider with white maggots?"

Daimon's eyes flashed evilly as he looked him up and down.

"Yes, Prince."

The thin maid trembled.

Damon looked away in disdain, took out a piece of letter from his open shirt, and warned: "Give it to Messalia, she will know what to do."