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

Chapter 562 It’s Over! They’re All Coming for My Child
King's Landing, Red Keep.

Rhaegar got up early and went to the throne room with sleepy eyes.

I will summon all the ministers today to discuss the celebration and wedding arrangements.

"His Majesty."

As soon as he walked out of the bedroom, Erik and Tormund followed.

Rhaegar looked surprised and asked, "Why did my Iron Guard Captain and Intelligence Chief come to visit me together?"

These two guys are hardcore and don't mix together often.

"Your Majesty, that's it."

Ilic was more anxious and glanced at Tormund.

Tormund kept a smile on his face and said casually, "You speak first. I'm not in a hurry."

Rhaegar smacked his lips and thought to himself that there was really trouble.

"Your Majesty, this is about the deployment of the Iron Guard brothers."

Ilic walked steadily and said solemnly, "There are seven people in the Kingsguard, excluding myself. There is one for each of the five young princes. We are a little short of manpower."

"Uh……"

Rhaegar hesitated.

In addition to Visenya who is still a baby, there are already five children who are free to roam.

Sir Alec was assigned to Baeron as a guardian knight and instructor.

Ser Lorent was transferred away from Rhaenyra to protect Aemon closely.

Ser Stephen crossed the Narrow Sea and arrived in Volantis to protect Maekar.

Of the remaining children, Daenerys and Lyanna do not yet have personal guards.

"With so many children, there just aren't enough good things to go around."

Rega was quite distressed and asked, "Can Cole and the other three spare some time?"

Jenny arrived in King's Landing yesterday, bringing her eldest daughter Daenerys and her female companions Jasper and Sapphire.

All three sons are protected by the Iron Guards, and we cannot favor one over the other.

Ilic shook his head and said helplessly, "Cole has just recovered from his injury, and the other two will help patrol the Red Castle. Besides, the workload of the Iron Guard is very heavy and complicated."

"Can't Cole come out in a monotone?"

Rhaegar frowned, still holding out hope for the former Iron Guard commander.

It is reasonable for one iron guard to protect two daughters.

"I'm afraid that won't work."

Eric looked embarrassed.

Tormund was very perceptive and interrupted at the right time: "Your Majesty, this is also one of the intelligence I want to report."

"tell me the story."

Rhaegar paused.

I never thought that a war would leave so many potential problems behind.

Tormund smiled shyly. "According to the report from the Lord of Myr, Prince Aemond has kidnapped Otto Hightower on his dragon and sent him to Crab Island to propose marriage."

"Otto, the old fellow?"

Rhaegar thought he had heard wrongly.

Tormund shrugged. "That's him. He served on a dozen farms in the past six years and almost disappeared from everyone's sight."

After working diligently for six years, my hair has almost turned white.

"A cunning old fox, but unfortunately all his teeth have been pulled out."

Rhaegar hesitated for a moment, then asked in confusion, "Aemond is proposing marriage to Crab Island. Lord Celtigar has a cousin who is ready to marry?"

The previous Earl Bartimos Celtigar had only one son and one daughter.

At most, I still have a cousin who I have raised since childhood.

I haven't heard of any girls of the right age.

"Your Majesty, this is a rather complicated matter."

Tormund looked at him strangely, and said, "Prince Aemond has set his sights on Ser Lannino's widow, Lady Shireen Celtigar."

Rhaegar was stunned for a moment.

Tormund continued, "Otto sent a message by raven this morning, on behalf of Prince Aemond, hoping that the royal family would approve of the marriage and send someone to attend the ceremony."

Ilic quickly continued, "The letter said that Prince Emond wanted to develop overseas and asked Cole, his instructor, for help."

Rhaegar thought for a long time, shook his head and laughed: "Aemond wants to marry a widow, and he also wants to win over Kor."

It’s not that widows are bad.

Given Lannino's orientation, he would believe that Celine was a virgin.

But marrying Celtigar's daughter, Velaryon's widowed daughter-in-law, was a brilliant, messed-up move.

The key is Cole.

Over the years, he taught Imond brutal swordsmanship. It seems that the two frustrated people have a lot in common.

Ilic said nervously, "Your Majesty, I guarantee the loyalty of every Iron Guard brother. Cole will never betray me."

The white robe is a symbol of honor and must not be tarnished in the slightest.

"It doesn't matter. Cole hasn't had an easy time these years."

Rhaegar smiled.

Since Cole came to prominence, he first defeated the Cargall brothers in a tournament, broke Harwin's collarbone, and won the favor of Rhaenyra.

When the previous captain of the Iron Guard, Harold Jueshen, passed away, he was elected as the new captain at a young age.

The Stone Islands made a mistake together with Tailan and were demoted to an ordinary soldier.

He fought his way into the God's Eye Tournament among a group of contestants and was promoted to the Kingsguard again.

During the Dorne War, even though Cole made no contributions, he still worked hard.

After the war, he taught Aemond martial arts.

The first half of his life was full of ups and downs. Because he was born as the son of a steward, he was ridiculed by many nobles, both openly and covertly.

Tormund, always paying attention to the king's micro-expressions, asked, "Do you accept Prince Aemond's request in full?"

A self-initiated wedding and a battle-hardened Kingsguard.

It's like a lion opening its mouth too wide.

Rhaegar did not answer immediately, but weighed the options. "What is Aemond doing?"

This kid is proud and arrogant, and he is not the type to let things go.

"As you expected, Your Majesty."

Tormund pulled out a piece of letter from his white sleeve and said truthfully, "After Prince Aemond left Meereen, he not only found Otto Hightower, but also recalled the Dothraki cavalry and ordered the tribe to migrate to the Forest of Qohor."

"Qohor."

Rhaegar muttered, his eyes twinkling.

Qohor is a closed and rigid city-state, and its overall strength ranks in the middle and lower reaches among the nine free trade city-states.

The only two characteristics are the mountainous geography occupying the inland and the high level of craftsmanship.

"An arms dealer who is used to making money from war."

Rhaegar smiled playfully.

Erik and Tormund took a step back, waiting respectfully for what was to come.

"There is no rush to send the Iron Guards to the princess."

Rhaegar's thoughts turned, and he considered, "I will not interfere with Aemond's marriage. Ask Cole if he is willing to go."

"His Majesty!"

Ilic was shocked when he heard this, as he didn't want to lose one of his Iron Guard brothers.

"No need to say more."

Rhaegar interrupted with a wave of his hand, frowning and saying, "Ask Cole what he thinks. If he wants to go, he can go and represent the royal family at the wedding."

An iron guard who is not interested in the royal family and is deeply utilitarian, the white robe on his back seems particularly heavy.

It’s better to let it go than to keep it around.

It can also serve to urge Imond.

"Then let's do it."

Tormund, never one to delay, obeyed orders and left.

Rhaegar then looked at Ilic.

Ilic didn't want to give up any of his Iron Guard brothers, but he couldn't resist the complicated human nature.

Reluctantly he agreed, "Yes, Your Majesty."

……

Throne Hall.

In the empty hall, the dragonstone floor was shiny black.

The ministers attending the imperial meeting stood on the left, and the princes and nobles stood on the right.

Everyone looked up at the Iron Throne in front of them, emitting majesty and loneliness.

The Iron Throne was reforged, and the sharp blades of the swords in the jungle melted to form a majestic and towering iron throne.

Boom——

The door slowly opened, and Eric looked solemn:
"Welcome, Rhaegar I Targaryen, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Ruler of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm, Lord of the Narrow Sea, Ruler of the Disputed Lands, Liberator of Slaves, and Shepherd of Dragons!" Papapapa...

The ministers before the emperor turned around and applauded with admiration.

Between the two doors, Rhaegar, dressed in black robes and wearing the Conqueror's Crown on his head, walked into the hall step by step.

His tall figure stood upright, his stern face stern and unsmiling.

The princes and nobles looked at each other with a sidelong glance, and whenever they met the king's gaze, they all lowered their heads silently.

Even though she was already accustomed to the king's sharpness, she still couldn't resist the gaze that went straight into her soul.

Rhaegar walked slowly up the eighteen-foot-high steps, then turned around and sat on the cold Iron Throne.

The seat is square, with a wide and tall backrest. In the center is a carving of a three-headed red dragon clan emblem, with three giant dragon carvings wrapped around the edge.

The three founding dragons symbolizing the Targaryen dynasty: Balerion, Meraxes, and Vhagar.

"Everyone, the celebration is about to begin!"

Rhaegar leaned back, resting his hands on the dragon-shaped armrests, and smiled. "Many people have come from far away. I am willing to do my best to be a good host."

As he spoke, he stroked the dragon head on the armrest.

The armrests on the left and right sides are modeled after Bronze Fury and Silver Wings respectively, in memory of the Centenary King and Queen Alysanne.

The ministers looked up at the lofty Iron Throne and expressed their gratitude.

Compared to the danger that was once visible, the Iron Throne is now majestic and solemn.

It looks daunting from a distance.

Next, the princes and ministers came out one by one to report on the government affairs that had been neglected during the war.

They are all trivial matters, but they are the way these people show their presence.

Rhaegar looked expressionless, but he was bored.

"His Majesty."

After a long time, a female voice was heard and a figure walked out of the crowd.

Rhaegar looked over at the sound.

Maris had beautiful makeup on and was wearing a gorgeous dress. She saluted respectfully.

Once her elder sister Cassandra died, she became the official Duchess of Storm's End.

In just two months, there has been a huge change.

It's a time of great success.

When Rhaegar saw her, he immediately thought of someone investigating Cassandra's death, and said politely, "Lady Maris, I'm so sorry for your sister."

"Thank you, my sister passed away without pain."

Maris smiled in relief and changed the subject: "Your Majesty, my sister was once engaged to Prince Aemond. This is a marriage between the royal family and the Baratheon family. I hope it can continue."

Be calm and get straight to the point.

Rhaegar frowned slightly, thinking that Cassandra's death was really related to the other party, who was really cruel.

"I heard that her sister had found a husband for you before she died?"

Rhaegar glanced at him and asked in a puzzled manner.

"Yes." Maris admitted generously, stating her purpose: "But I'm not engaged yet."

Since my sister is dead, I will take over everything she had.

Rhaegar's eyes flickered, and he secretly complained: "No wonder he couldn't wait to come to King's Landing. It turns out he is reluctant to marry."

According to the agreement between the two parties, the first child should be named Baratheon.

According to the Law of the Dragon Clan, Imond's direct descendants have the right to control dragons.

Although both parties agreed, only one child would be adopted by Baratheon.

But even one dragon rider is enough to make House Baratheon prosperous for decades.

Thinking of this, Rega's eyes narrowed slightly and he looked at the other two women in the hall.

As the Duchess of the Eyrie, Jeyne is like a proud female eagle, standing in front of the Vale faction with her eldest daughter Daenerys and second daughter Lyanna.

Noticing his gaze, she nodded slightly at him.

Beside her was Margaery Tyrell, representing Highgarden and House Peake.

This High Garden Rose is no more than 20 years old, which is the most beautiful time in a woman's life when it blooms.

She was wearing a tight light green dress, her brown hair was braided and hung in front of her chest, and her bright eyes were like a deer in the woods.

At this time, Margaret was smiling and holding the hand of a little boy.

Rhaegar took a look and immediately looked away.

In Margery's opinion, only beautiful things are prickly.

Her stepmother successfully gave birth to a baby and named him Lyonel Tyrell.

It was the little boy with a worried look on his face next to Margaret.

Because her son made her more powerful, her stepmother teamed up with Earl Rowan to quickly find a husband for Margaery.

Margaery was not a soft persimmon that could be bullied. She went to the border of Dorne under the pretext of expressing her condolences and "coincidentally" met the then Earl of Peake.

After Urwin Peake's death, his title and fiefdom were inherited by his cousin Roman Peake.

Roman fell in love with the "kind-hearted" Margaret at first sight (was attracted by her beauty) and threatened to marry no one else.

Margaret was worried about not having a new employer, and the two hit it off immediately.

then……

On the wedding night, Luo Meng was drunk and died in the bridal chamber.

Margery became a widow and inherited not only her husband's huge fortune, but also the three castles of the Peake family.

But it’s far from over.

Within half a year, her stepmother died unexpectedly while embroidering in the middle of the night.

Margaery volunteered to move back to Highgarden from Starshuttle City and take care of her younger brother, who was not even a year old, in the name of regent.

This care lasted for six years.

Feeling Rhaegar's gaze, Margaery smiled even more deeply and patted her brother's hand: "Little Lionel, talk more with the two princesses."

As he said this, he smiled kindly at Jenny beside him.

Jenny frowned slightly, but didn't say anything.

"elder sister."

Lyonel Tyrell held his sister's hand, timidly unable to take a step forward.

"Don't be afraid, princesses are all very cute girls."

Margery's voice was very gentle.

Little Leonor looked timid and raised his eyes to look at the two girls.

"Hmph, I won't play with you."

Lyanna stuck out her tongue and turned her head away in disgust.

Daenerys was listless, leaning against her mother's legs, not paying any attention to this side at all.

Rhaegar had sharp senses, and when he heard Margaery's whispers, he was immediately upset.

No wonder he was jumping so high and running to King's Landing, it seemed like he was coming for his daughter.

He has been regent of High Court for six years, and is better than a duke.

But it's unreasonable to think of yourself as a duchess.

Maris continued, "The marriage was arranged by King Viserys and my mother, hoping that the two families would stand side by side."

Rhaegar's smile did not reach his eyes, and he said bluntly: "I'm sorry, Lady Cassandra has passed away, and Aemond has a new choice, so we can't fulfill the engagement."

"When?"

Maris was surprised.

Her sister just died and the coffin has not been buried yet.

Rhaegar pretended to apologize. "It is a marriage with Celtigar. I have known about this for a short time."

Both of them are bad women.

Although Cassandra is stupid, she is not a bad person.

After all, I don't have that ability.

Maris has an ugly appearance but the most thoughtful of the four storms, so she is not suitable to marry into the royal family.

Upon hearing that Aemond was already engaged, Maris's breathing became heavier and she gritted her teeth, "Your Majesty, I sincerely hope that the marriage between our two families can be completed."

“There is no suitable candidate.”

Rhaegar spread his hands and smiled, "All three of my brothers are engaged."

Aegon married immediately, and married two.

Aemond found himself a widow.

Even the youngest, Daeron, was betrothed to Rhaena.

There's nothing I can do to help.

At this time, footsteps were heard from the side of the hall.

Rhaenyra came over slowly, holding Visenya in her arms, and surrounded by Baelon, Aemon, and the sisters Baelor.

The parliament was taking a long time to end, so she came to take a look.

Maris looked over when she heard the voice, and her eyes fell on Baelon, whose face looked like Rhaegar. Her eyes lit up: "Your Majesty, the royal family is not without male heirs."

(End of this chapter)