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

Chapter 563: Belron's Marriage
It is well known in the Seven Kingdoms that the Young Dragon King has a pair of twins who look very similar.

As the heir to the Iron Throne, the eldest son, Baelon, almost replicates his father's words and deeds.

He was highly praised and favored by many princes and ministers.

Maris had a discerning eye and immediately saw in the little brother a man with unlimited potential.

"Who are you talking about?"

Rhaegar was startled and sat up straight on the Iron Throne.

Apart from his brothers, the royal family consists of his sons.

Maris was passionate, her eyes flickered as she looked at Belron, and she said bluntly: "Your Majesty, you still have two little princes."

Rega's eyelids twitched and a line of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Following the other person's gaze, I happened to see my eldest son with a confused look on his face.

Baelon walked in front, clearing the way for his mother and brothers, examining the ministers with his purple eyes.

He had no idea that he was being targeted by a bad woman.

"Miss Maris, the royal family appreciates your love, but the two young princes are much younger than you."

At the critical moment, Prime Minister Leonor stepped forward and rejected it sharply.

Rhaegar blinked, barely coming back to his senses from the shock.

After repeatedly looking at the ordinary-looking Maris, he only wanted to ask one question.

How dare you?

Baelon was only six years old, the natural heir to the Iron Throne.

How dare you try to get the old cow to eat the young grass.

Also surprised was Rainier who had just arrived.

Rhaenyra's eyes widened. She had never expected that there was a woman so bold as to propose to the young prince in public.

Rhaegar was well-behaved and cute back then, but he was not seduced by Jeyne until he was 13 years old.

"Cough cough."

Rhaenyra coughed twice as a reminder, pulling the two pairs of twins to speed up their pace.

Maris stared at him, and immediately thought of a rebuttal: "Leonor, this is wrong."

"The two princes are not yet adults, so it is not appropriate for them to marry."

Leonor didn't care about that and stood loyally in front of the king.

Rhaegar looked at him with admiration, and was worried about whether to refuse him too bluntly.

At this moment, Leonor's bloated figure looked like a heavy shield.

Maris smiled slightly and said, "I'm not in a hurry. I can wait until the prince grows up."

As he spoke, he glanced at Rainiera and Jeyne, and said boldly, "Your Majesty is eight years older than the Queen, and even older than Lady Jeyne."

Jenny's face darkened slightly, and she glanced at Maris.

Which pot should not be opened and lifted?
Maris pretended not to see it and said righteously, "I am the same age as Prince Emond. I am not old yet."

In The Four Storms, the late Cassandra was 19 years old, and her three sisters were younger than the last.

Maris is the second child and is under 16 years old.

He is 10 years older than Veron.

Straightforward words, clear goals.

Rhaegar's brows were twisted into a knot. Without needing Lionel's rebuttal, he said bluntly: "Miss Maris, mutual love is the basis of marriage. Please pay more attention to the knights of the Seven Kingdoms, not the heirs of the monarch."

I really want an old cow to eat tender grass.

Impossible, absolutely impossible.

"His Majesty……"

Maris seemed to have a brain cramp, but she still wanted to keep fighting.

"Ms. Maris, you seem drunk."

Before she could finish, Rhaenyra interrupted her with a wave of her hand and called the guards: "Help Miss Maris go back and rest."

If the other party said a few more words, the people of Junlin would have another joke to talk about after dinner.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The two guards had expressionless faces as they speared Maris from the left and right.

Maris looked aggrieved, not wanting the tender grass to fly away.

Just as he opened his mouth to say something, he was met with double stares from Rhaenyra and Jeyne.

For women, age is a disadvantage.

Maris was outspoken and insisted on naming names in front of the princes and ministers.

"Pfft!"

Margaret, who had remained silent, could not help laughing. She shrugged her shoulders slightly and tried her best to maintain her noble and elegant demeanor.

Maris is smarter than her sister Cassandra, but her intelligence is limited.

Used to being clever and unable to grasp the limits.

A typical failure in the education of second sons and daughters.

Rhaegar had a frown on his face. He watched Maris being dragged away, and felt so relieved.

If you can't take down the father, take down the son.

Must she be the queen?

"Berlon, come to me."

Rhaegar looked serious.

"Here I come, father."

Baelon secretly breathed a sigh of relief and climbed onto the Iron Throne swiftly.

Rhaegar didn't say much and kept his eldest son by his side to listen to government affairs, thereby elevating his eldest son's status.

Belron was very smart and stood obediently beside his father.

The father and son were in agreement.

An heir should act like an heir.

The princes and ministers looked at each other in bewilderment; it was hard not to understand what the king meant.

Even the most ruthless speculator knows that Baeron's position is unshakable.

After a brief silence, the atmosphere became lively again.

Before the other noble earls came out, Jeyne suddenly spoke up, "Your Majesty, King Viserys has promised to restore Daenerys's name. I would like to discuss this in detail."

Wow!
The whole audience was in an uproar and fell silent.

Lionel looked confused, his eyes darting between Rainiera and Jenny, not knowing whether he should intervene or not.

The issue of the right to pass on one's surname caused a lot of controversy at the time.

It was known to all the nobles of the crown and the valley that the king's court was in disharmony.

There is a faint re-creation of the Black Party and the Green Party of the past.

Facing the hidden gazes of the ministers, Rhaegar smiled and said frankly: "Daenerys is my eldest daughter. The right to give her a surname is up to you."

After saying that, he glanced sideways at Rainier who was below him.

Rhaenyra looked up, rolled her eyes at him, and turned her head away in acquiescence.

This was what she had promised, and of course she would not go back on her word.

Aemon surrounded his mother, forming a human wall with the sisters of Baelor. Rhaenyra rubbed the head of each of them and raised her chin proudly.

He had many descendants, and he formed a group of dragon knights.

When Jenny saw this scene, she frowned slightly.

But if you are not as good as others, you are not as good as others. There is nothing to be jealous of.

Jeyne walked out with her two daughters and talked about business: "Daenerys, the eldest princess of the Seven Kingdoms, should be named Targaryen."

Rhaegar listened and nodded secretly.

Then, Jeyne continued, "When Daenerys inherits the Eyrie, she should change her name to Arryn."

No matter what, the Vale must be ruled by House Arryn.

"no problem."

Rhaegar was mentally prepared and said sincerely, "Hold a surname-giving ceremony for Daenerys the day after tomorrow, before her uncle gets married."

My daughter inherited the Eagle's Nest, a sure-win deal.

When the next generation grows up, the authority of the seven realm guardians will be weakened. It will be beneficial to control a valley in advance.

Jeyne smiled, ruffled her eldest daughter's soft silver hair, and whispered, "Daenerys, go to your father and let everyone see you."

Daenerys' pale face showed astonishment, and she hesitated and said, "But..."

"He owes you."

Jenny looked serious, giving her eldest daughter enough confidence.

Daenerys was conflicted, not knowing whether she should listen to her mother.

The mother and daughter did not lower their voices when talking, so everyone present could hear it.

Rhaegar rested his chin on one hand, waiting for his daughter's decision.

He loves every child equally, and is forced to make choices based on their status.

But one thing is certain: he wants to understand them better.

The eldest daughter appears to be a pale and weak little girl, but is she as brave as her father and brother in her heart?

"Mother."

Feeling the attention from all around, Daenerys was very nervous and bit her teeth lightly: "I want to take Anna with me."

Lyanna immediately perked up and volunteered to raise her hand.

She wanted to go, the iron chair looked very majestic.

Jeyne's eyes flickered slightly, and she silently looked at Rhaenyra who was staring at her, then looked at Rhaegar who was sitting on the Iron Throne, and her thousands of words turned into one exhortation:
"Hold Anna tight."

A smile appeared on Daenerys's beautiful face and she nodded vigorously: "Yes."

She lifted the hem of her skirt with one hand, held Lyanna's hand with the other, and moved her little feet as fast as flying.

Jenny watched her two daughters run up to the Iron Throne and looked at someone provocatively.

Rainier's face darkened slightly, but she tried hard not to lose her temper.

"Father."

Daenerys' face turned slightly red as she ran, and she threw herself into her father's arms like a swallow returning to its nest.

"Come on, my little princess."

Rhaegar smiled brightly, picked up his daughter and put her on his lap, and said happily: "You have a last name too."

He knew that his bloodline would not be bad.

Daenerys looks weak, but she is actually a person with a gentle exterior and a strong heart.

"I want it too. You left me behind."

Lyanna puffed up her cheeks and held out her two short hands.

"Okay, fat girl."

Rhaegar made a joke, with one daughter on each side of his legs.

Baeron stood aside and scratched his head.

His father had never hugged him like this.

Rhaegar didn't even look at him. The boy should be stronger.

"Father."

Bellon looked at him strangely and tugged at the corner of his father's clothes.

Rhaegar lowered his head in shock and received the look from his eldest son.

Looking down, Jenny and Rainier were looking at each other from a distance, and there seemed to be sparks flying in their eyes.

Several ministers were standing in the middle and stepped back silently.

Lin Man is old, but he lowered his head like a grandson.

Rhaegar pursed his lips, suddenly not knowing whether to sympathize with the ministers or with himself.

The two women were at loggerheads with each other, and in the end they were the ones who suffered.

"Alas." Belon sighed for his father like a little adult.

Although he is still young, he understands a lot.

Otherwise, the dragon egg would not have been given to Daenerys.

Just by chance, the dragon egg hatched in Anna's hands.

Rhaegar raised his eyebrows and noticed his eldest son's melancholy face.

Especially that fair face that is 90% similar to my childhood, which brings back so many memories.

Who first suggested that Rhaenyra and he follow the family tradition?

When Regas thought about this, his eyes fell on Leonor, he raised his hand to his mouth and coughed lightly.

"Ahem!~"

You could hear a pin drop in the hall, and the cough immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Leonor also turned around and looked at the king with questioning eyes.

An idea suddenly came to Rhaegar's mind, and he nodded to Baelon and Daenerys in his arms with his chin.

"Ok?"

Leonor was confused at first, but then he suddenly realized and said, "Your Majesty, Miss Maris is talking nonsense, but Prince Belon is the crown prince, so he should consider marriage in advance."

When Rega heard this, the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

As expected, there is no fool who can become the Hand of the King.

But the minister in the imperial court could not say for sure.

Jasper looked up and said in surprise, "Prince Belron is only 6 years old. Who is he engaged to?"

There are idiots making samples, and smart people know what to do.

Tormund put his hands in his sleeves and said with a smile, "According to the special tradition of Targaryen, it is natural to select from the royal family."

Lin Man and Orvel were a little slow to react, looked at each other, and nodded silently.

The topic of selecting a marriage partner for the Crown Prince was so sharp that it hit the hearts of the nobles.

Just as the ministers had this idea in mind, they were stopped by the Minister of Intelligence's words that they should follow tradition.

However, there are still people who have the qualifications and are determined to win.

The sea snake straightened his back, always with a serious expression, and said solemnly: "Your Majesty, Miss Benilla has the blood of both Targaryen and Velaryon, and grew up with Prince Baelon."

(End of this chapter)