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

Chapter 560: Leave or Stay
Time flies and midsummer is coming.

King's Landing, Mud Gate.

The thick city gates were opened wide, and the people were trampling on the moss on the ground, carrying fruits, vegetables and fish to set up stalls and shouting.

The seven kingdoms were unified and there was peace for several years.

The people's living standards have improved significantly, just like the strong fishy smell in the air.

At noon.

The fisherman picked up the net and went home early.

The vendors became more and more enthusiastic, surrounding the dock in three layers.

"Hiss-"

Suddenly, a roar as loud as a bell rang out, and waves surged in the Blackwater Bay.

Along with it, a huge fleet sailed into the bay, stretching as far as the eye could see.

"Silence, glutton!"

A giant dragon as black as charcoal slowly flew over the city wall, and a familiar voice was heard in the air.

The vendors all looked up and gazed at the giant dragon that blocked out the sky.

"Hiss!"

"Hiss..."

Two giant dragons suddenly came into view, circling around the dark dragon and flew into the city.

"Syrax."

Someone grinned and recognized Her Majesty's golden beast.

Most people admired the cobalt blue dragon and praised its beauty as a matter of course.

The Targaryen dynasty ruled for more than a hundred years, and the people gradually developed a habitual reverence for dragons.

Treat them as gods, but don't be afraid.

Suddenly, a dull and orderly drum beat sounded.

dong dong dong...

The fleet occupied the route of Blackwater Bay, with the blue seahorse flag flying high, demonstrating its ancient and noble quality.

"Hiss-"

The Glutton seemed to be doing it on purpose, hovering over King's Landing and roaring, drowning out all other sounds.

Rhaegar smiled faintly and opened his arms calmly.

I happened to glance down and saw a large ship flying the flag of a crowned stag anchored in the harbor.

"The treasure ship of Storm's End?"

Rhaegar raised his eyebrows and had an idea in mind.

……

Red Fort.

"Congratulations on your great victory, Your Majesty."

The imperial court headed by Leonor came to welcome them personally, and the crowd in front of the gate was in an uproar.

"The Seven Gods bless you, don't they?"

Rhaegar smiled and returned to the court after several months.

Soon, they entered Maegor's Tower.

Rhaegar walked in front, looking around the familiar castle, trying to find any trace of Daemon.

The good uncle returned to Westeros for half a month, and I don’t know whether he chose to escape.

Just like the time he attacked him, he kidnapped Lannar and ran away to the Free Cities.

Or give up the title of Lady Rhea and King of the Narrow Sea.

He always makes mistakes and habitually escapes.

"His Majesty."

The fat on Leonor's face trembled as he followed in small steps.

Seeing his nervous look, Rega immediately realized that something was wrong: "What's going on?"

"It concerns Daemon and Prince Aemond."

Lionel looked embarrassed and whispered, "Lady Cassandra of Storm's End passed away. There are rumors in Flea Bottom that it was Daemon who did it."

Rhaegar's eyes flashed, and he asked, "Where is Daemon?"

He had known about Cassandra's death a long time ago, but he didn't expect it to cause such a big response.

"I returned to King's Landing half a month ago and had a private conversation with the old king."

Lionel said suspiciously, "It seems that there is a cold war between the two. Damon lives in a brothel in Flea Bottom."

"Didn't leave?" Rega asked in surprise.

Leonor smiled bitterly and sighed, "It's very similar to more than a decade ago, when one was furious and the other went to a flea market to spend his days drinking and partying."

Rhaegar nodded slightly, suddenly unable to understand the relationship between his father and Daemon.

It seems to be more complicated than I thought.

"Oh, there is one more important thing."

"I've said it all at once."

"Forgive me."

Lyonor looked around to make sure no one was eavesdropping, then whispered, "Miss Maris is visiting King's Landing. Lady Jeyne of the Vale and Lady Margaery of the Tyrell family sent ravens to request a visit at the same time."

"In what name?"

Rhaegar's mind raced as he pondered the three women's intentions.
With Cassandra's death, Maris became the rightful heir to Storm's End.

It is normal for a new person to visit King's Landing to ease relations with the royal family.

But it was unusual for the two remaining women to come together.

Lionel spread his hands and said helplessly, "The news that you broke the evil slavery of Slaver Bay spread to the Seven Kingdoms, and the three of you came to celebrate."

Rhaegar got a headache when he heard this and asked hurriedly, "How long will it take for the other two to get there?"

"Taking the road into consideration, the journey will take about half a month for both sides."

Leonor looked apologetic and said, "The Grand Secretary also received the raven half a month ago."

The meaning is obvious, it’s almost time.

"Seven Hells!"

Rhaegar's face fell, and he walked forward in silence: "I will see my father first, and then find Daemon. I will not see anyone else."

"Miss Maris has arrived at the dock."

"Ask Rhaenyra to entertain. This is also the queen's duty."

"But……"

Leonor stood at the stairs in a daze, looking as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

After a while, he sighed helplessly.

When he turned around, Rhaenyra was standing behind him, with the sea serpent, Aegon and others beside her.

Aegon had just recovered from his injuries and his head drooped dejectedly.

Yangyan was seriously injured and stayed in Meereen to recuperate.

I took the boat on the way back and actually got seasick.

Lionel looked at the number of people and his eyes rested on the silver-haired woman who was supporting Aegon.

Diana covered her face with a veil and wrapped her arms around Aegon's arms like a docile sheep.

"Slow down, I'm dizzy."

Aegon looked weak, his head resting in the other's arms.

Leonor tilted his head, stunned.

……

The king's palace.

Lei Jia also came in a hurry and called the new news bad luck.

His harem is already large enough and the political factors are complicated enough.

Three women visiting King's Landing, I don't know what they are holding back on.

But don't approach your family for marriage.

The three younger brothers are all married, so they can’t take over.

He stopped the two white knights, saluted and greeted them, then pushed open the door of the bedroom.

Rega looked around and saw the familiar layout, as well as a different smell of medicinal soup.

"Cough cough~~"

Through a beaded curtain, a violent coughing sound came from the bedroom.

"Father."

Rhaegar's nerves tensed and he hurried into the bedroom.

The smell of the medicine became stronger and stronger, mixed with pungent incense.

Viserys sat on the bed, panting with a pale face, and said, "Rhaegar, you are back."

He looked his eldest son up and down but couldn't see any injuries.

Lei Jia poured a cup of warm water and handed it to him, and asked with concern: "I'm fine. Are you feeling unwell recently?"

"No, I just feel sleepy occasionally."

Viserys was in a state of physical condition, and showed anger: "Daemon and Aemond, are they fighting against each other?"

Rhaegar remained silent, not daring to look his father in the eye.

"I knew it, these two bastards!"

Viserys was furious. "One tried to kill his unborn cousin in vain, and the other murdered his nephew's betrothed. They are such a scoundrel."

Why don’t each of them take a mouthful of horse urine and choke the two beasts to death?

"What do you think?" Rega crossed his fingers and asked patiently.

He was too soft on his closest relatives.

My father is a master at playing dumb, he must have some ideas.

"Rhaegar, you are king now."

Viserys looked solemn. "My reign was less than one-tenth as wonderful as it was."

Hearing this, Rhaegar fell completely silent.

My father is no longer the king.

In other words, his thoughts no longer mattered.

"I……"

Rhaegar opened his mouth, as if thinking about something.

Viserys interrupted, "Do not kill your kin. They are still loyal to you."

Rhaegar was stunned for a moment, then smiled complicatedly: "Of course."

"Sorry, kid."

Viserys held his eldest son's hand and said with some guilt: "Don't bear the blood of your relatives. It will shake the peace of the Targaryen."

Once a bloody incident occurs, it will escalate.

Rega just smiled and agreed: "I understand, waste also has value in reuse."

……

Dusk.

A black-robed figure slipped out from the secret passage of King's Landing and walked towards Flea Bottom with his head down.

Soon, the sky darkened.

The black-robed man entered Flea Bottom, looking for a brightly lit brothel.

"My Lord, the person you are looking for."

An orphan in tattered clothes came out and pointed to a three-story stone building.

Seeing the orphan's eager expression, Rega threw out a gold dragon coin: "Take it, don't let anyone snatch it away."

Compared to many years ago, the environment in Flea Bottom has improved a lot.

But the existence of orphans is as inevitable as feces and urine on the street.

Rhaegar sighed, lowered his head and walked into the brothel.

When I entered from the front door, the hall was in a mess and the naked bodies looked like white fish.

"guest,"

An old and ugly madam came over, her eyes could capture a person's soul.

Rhaegar glanced at him and whispered, "No need for hospitality. I'm looking for Daemon."

After saying this, he avoided the hesitant madam and went straight up to the second floor.

Rhaegar walked very quickly, as if he was being chased by a dog.

There's no way, the madam is also an acquaintance to some extent.

His two younger brothers had their virginity taken away by this still charming old procuress.

Especially Emond, who was fascinated by him.

……

The second floor of the brothel.

As soon as Rhaegar boarded, he saw a group of scantily clad prostitutes surrounding a private room.

"Oh Ha……"

Without listening carefully, the sounds of sexual intercourse and panting can be heard.

Rhaegar's face was slightly dark, and he suppressed the smell of cheap perfume as he squeezed through the door curtain where prostitutes were watching.

At this time, Damon was riding naked and panting.

As soon as Rhaegar walked in, the prostitute who was enjoying herself was startled and screamed and climbed off the bed.

Suddenly, the first eye-catching scene was staged.

Pull out the radish and bring out the mud.

Rhaegar was caught off guard and everything went dark before his eyes.

quite a while,

Damon was sweating profusely. He sat on the windowsill and took a sip of wine. He said sarcastically, "You never go to places like this."

"Why, Rhaenyra won't let you get in bed?"

I got very angry halfway through the work.

Rhaegar walked to the bed and just as he was about to sit down, he raised his buttocks.
Hearing the other party's sarcasm, his eyes changed subtly and he smiled slightly: "Say it again, and I will pull out your tongue."

Damon was stunned for a moment, staring at his nephew's expression carefully, and said calmly: "What did my brother say to you?"

"He said I was the king."

Rhaegar's eyes were calm and he said calmly: "Don't consider his feelings."

Damon's heart skipped a beat as he tried to figure out the meaning behind the words.

He and his brother met half a month ago, and naturally a quarrel broke out.

The other party was still unaware of his battle with his one-eyed nephew Long Dou, and accused him of murdering Cassandra.

The argument was so violent that half of the Red Keep could hear it.

But Damon was not afraid, instead he felt a little nostalgic.

The two brothers haven't quarreled like this for a long time, so it can be said that this is a kind of emotional exchange.

"Damon, I'll give you two choices."

Rhaegar interrupted his thoughts and said coldly: "Stay in King's Landing and be the prince of the capital again."

Damon's face turned cold when he heard this. How could he agree to such a request?

"Either..."

Rhaegar's eyes flashed with darkness, and he continued: "Get out of Westeros, never return to your family, and never see any member again."

"You're going to expel me!?"

The veins on Damon's forehead bulged, and he hit the bottom line directly.

Rhaegar's expression was expressionless, and he did not allow for any rebuttal: "To go or to stay?"

He is not a father who is willing to clean up Damon's mess.

Since the other party is so ambitious, it is better to let him go.

With Laena and the Velaryon family remaining neutral, it would be difficult for the other side to cause any trouble.

(End of this chapter)