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

Chapter 570 The Great Wall and the Night Watch
Fury of Bronze - Vormisor

Upon hearing this, Belron was startled and tears welled up in his eyes.

Viserys reached out to wipe his tears and said with a smile, "Why are you crying?"

"I don't want your dragon."

Baeron's face tightened and he choked.

Viserys wondered, leaning down to look directly at the little creature.

Baelon wiped his tears and muttered softly: "If I ride your dragon, it means you are dead."

Viserys' heart softened.

"I don't want you to die."

Belron kept his head down and said reluctantly: "I don't want anyone to leave either."

If riding a dragon requires the lives of his loved ones, he would rather ride on horseback for the rest of his life.

"You have a wonderful child."

Viserys was moved. He took his eldest son and daughter's hands and said with emotion: "Don't let the children down."

Rhaegar and Rhaenyra looked at each other and saw the relief in each other's eyes.

“My commitment remains in effect.”

Viserys pulled himself to his feet, panting. "But I will live to see my house prosper."

Rhaegar smiled slightly, reached out to support his father, and said softly: "Of course, you are still in your prime."

"Haha, no need to tease me."

Viserys gasped, his laughter piercing.

"No, I'm serious."

Rhaegar said with determination: "I have found a way to heal your mental damage."

Rune - Dream-eating tapir, specializes in the spiritual realm.

If the father can learn this, it should be somewhat relieved.

Viserys was skeptical and changed the subject: "Let's go back to the Red Keep first. Are my grandchildren still injured?"

"Okay." Rainier wiped her eyes and helped support her father.

Rhaegar was holding his two daughters in his arms, which were so heavy that it was really inconvenient.

Baeron tried to get closer, but was stared at by his old father.

Rhaegar looked him up and down, then said thoughtfully, "From tomorrow until the end of Aegon's wedding, you and Aemon will be stationed in the royal academy."

"Grand Maester Orville will teach us." Belron said in surprise.

"No." Rhaegar shook his head and said, "You won't learn anything new in the Red Castle. Maester Mukun from the Royal Academy will help you broaden your horizons."

Since the founding of the Royal Academy, it has housed both children of nobles and children of commoners.

The only member of the royal family who enrolled was Aemond.

It's time to focus on the cultivation of offspring, especially emotionally.

"Ok."

Baeron was crestfallen, wishing the burns were more severe.

After entering the royal academy, it would be difficult to play in the Dragon Cave due to the strictness of the scholar Mu Kun.

……

The next day.

The weather was clear and cloudless.

Red Castle, princess' bedroom.

Tick ​​tock, tick tock...

The branches of the fish beam tree extend to the edge of the balcony, and dewdrops drip from the red leaves, making crisp and pleasant sounds.

Rhaegar lay on the edge of the bed, burying his head in his arms.

Lying on the bed, Daenerys had her eyes closed, her cheeks still flushed from taming the dragon.

The little girl's temperature rose yesterday, and the scholar was helpless.

Rhaegar stayed up all night, then slept in his clothes sitting beside the bed.

"dragon……"

Suddenly, Daenerys frowned and muttered unconsciously in her sleep.

Rega's mental power was released, and he was the first to notice something was wrong with his daughter, and woke up with sleepy eyes.

"Dragon...burn them all..."

Daenerys's face turned pale and she shook her head as if avoiding him.

Rhaegar woke up instantly and hurriedly woke up his daughter: "Dany, wake up."

"Burn them all...Burn them all..."

Daenerys was dazed and repeated this sentence over and over again.

Rhaegar was secretly anxious and took extraordinary measures.

"Cuckoo."

A gray light flashed between his eyebrows, and a gray toad jumped out.

Rhaegar stroked his daughter's forehead and murmured to himself: "Dream-eating toad, devouring dreams."

"Cuckoo."

The dream-eating toad stared with a pair of dead fish eyes, lying on the pillow indifferently.

Rhaegar was stunned.

Unexpectedly, Daenerys slowly opened her eyes and woke up from her dream.

"Father."

Daenerys looked confused, like a lost deer.

"I am here."

Rhaegar waved his hand to disperse the dream-eating toad, and hugged his frail daughter, asking carefully: "Now that you're awake, how do you feel?"

Daenerys was dazed, nestling in her father's arms, mumbling absentmindedly: "I had a dream."

"What did you dream about?"

Rhaegar asked doubtfully.

Daenerys blinked and was suddenly startled: "I forgot."

Thinking of this, the little girl covered her head and racked her brains for memories.

"I dreamed about it."

"What did you dream about?"

Daenerys's eyes were wandering and her brows were furrowed in pain.

It seems like I dreamed of something terrible.

But I just can't remember it.

Rhaegar witnessed it and patiently advised: "Don't think about it. Don't be troubled by nightmares."

Perhaps it was a precognitive dream.

But a dream that cannot be recalled is like a flower in a mirror and a moon in the water.

dong dong!

There was a knock on the door, and Ilik's voice came:
"Your Majesty, someone from the North is visiting."

Rhaegar frowned and responded, "I see. Wait a moment." "Yes, your majesty."

The footsteps outside the door moved away and became quiet.

"Father."

Rhaegar lowered his head and met Daenerys' timid eyes.

Daenerys hesitated for a moment and whispered, "Is Blizzard okay?"

That silver dragonfly must have been tamed by her.

Rhaegar chuckled and said, "It's fine. When you have recovered, you can go to the dragon's lair to find it."

"Okay." Daenerys agreed immediately.

"Before that, little princess, you need to get up and wash up."

Rhaegar winked, picked up his limp daughter, and said, "You are already the master of Blizzard. You will be like Anna in the future."

"Where's Anna going?"

Daenerys thought for a moment and thought of talking to her sister who was very attached to her.

"They went to the Royal Academy."

Rhaegar put a coat on his daughter and carried her out, "You'll have to go too."

"what?"

Daenerys was stunned for a moment.

……

At noon, the sun is high.

Director's Hall.

Rhaegar's face was calm as he hurried over the threshold.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty..."

Two middle-aged night watchmen in black robes and with unshaven beards bowed in greeting.

Rhaegar nodded slightly and saw that Lionel was entertaining a gray-haired old man from the North.

Leonor stepped forward and introduced: "Your Majesty, this is Count Rodrick Dustin of Barrowtown."

Just as he was about to continue, the elderly Rodrick bowed and said in a deep voice, "Your Majesty, I come here on behalf of my liege, Lord Cregan Stark of Winterfell."

Leonor smacked his lips when he was interrupted mid-sentence.

The Northerners are really arrogant and unreasonable.

Rhaegar smiled and said jokingly, "Please stand up. This is not the first time we meet, old Rodrick."

"Haha, yes your majesty."

Roderick was tall and strong, and his laugh was like thunder.

Rhaegar sat down at his desk. On the table was a letter branded with a direwolf head. He opened it and said, "Cregan is a very busy man. What kind of trouble did he encounter that required him to send you here in person?"

After the God's Eye Lake Tournament, the young Creggan became famous and gained considerable reputation in the North.

In 126 AC, Cregan reached adulthood at the age of 16.

His uncle Benard Stark was unwilling to give up power and insisted on continuing to serve as regent.

Cregan is a man of strong character, with the indomitable spirit of the Stark family in his bones.

He soon launched a coup, summoned his vassals to arrest his uncle Benard, and sent him and his descendants to the Wall to serve as night watchmen.

When Rega learned about this, he admired his vigorous and decisive style of action and personally wrote a letter to express his condolences.

After a few interactions, the emperor and his minister could barely be considered pen pals.

Rodrick stared and spoke loudly: "Your Majesty, Duke Creggan is very kind, but he is in too much trouble."

"Just tell me why you're here."

Leonor poured a glass of red wine and said emotionally, "I believe Duke Creggan had given instructions in advance."

Rhaegar glanced at the two of them and opened the envelope.

Roderick was choked and pulled two night watchmen over. He said in a deep voice: "They know the specific issues better than me."

"Night watchman?"

Leonor's eyes flickered as he asked, "Guardians of the Great Wall, what disturbed you from heading south?"

"My lord, the situation is critical."

A middle-aged man spoke up, his weathered face showing caution: "We are in the north, I wonder if you in the south have noticed a problem."

"What?" Leonor asked curiously.

The middle-aged man strode to the window, pointed at the golden sun, and said solemnly: "Since the God's Eye Lake Tournament in 121 AC, the kingdom has experienced seven summers."

Rhaegar raised his eyebrows when he heard this.

Lyonel took over the conversation: "The climate in Westeros is changeable. It is not uncommon to have several summers in a row."

The climate of Westeros is unpredictable and does not follow common sense.

Except for the North and Dorne, which have cold winters and hot summers all year round, the rest of the country has basically no distinguishable four seasons.

Sometimes it is spring and the weather is warm and pleasant.

Sometimes it is summer, which is suitable for growing crops.

In history, there have been severe winters that lasted for more than ten years, taking the lives of many nobles and civilians.

The middle-aged man shook his head and said bitterly: "It's not that we don't like summer. The long summer makes the temperature of the Great Wall warmer, and the brothers of the Night's Watch are much better off."

however.

The middle-aged man wiped his face, his eyes filled with hatred: "During the seven long summers, the wildlings outside the Great Wall had a chance to catch their breath and organized an attack on the Great Wall. Many of us died."

At this time, Rega finished reading the letter, closed his eyes and fell into deep thought.

Rodrick pushed the Night's Watchman aside and said sincerely, "Your Majesty, the wildlings are attacking in large numbers, and the North needs the Kingdom's assistance."

Rhaegar nodded slightly, having understood it from the letter.

Cregan made three requests:

Ransack the Red Keep dungeons and send prisoners to the Wall to serve as Night's Watch.

And call on a group of noble sons or commoners to join the Night Watch.

The remaining two points are that they hope the kingdom will send an army to support the Great Wall in resisting the wildlings.

A portion of the money was withdrawn from the national treasury to increase the equipment and food supplies of the Night's Watch.

Rhaegar thought for a moment, motioned for Lyonel to come closer, and asked directly, "How much supplies did my father provide for the Night's Watch when he was on the throne?"

Lionel regained his composure and said in a serious tone, "During the reign of Viserys I, supplies were provided to the Night's Watch three times, each time with no less than 2,000 gold dragon coins."

He paused and added, "During the reign of the Renrui King, supplies were provided seventeen times, and two pieces of territory within the Great Wall were also donated."

"The brave Baeron served as the Hand of the King. He also provided supplies twice and patrolled the Wall once with a dragon."

Leonor had clear ideas and recounted the help that the previous kings and crown princes had given to the Night's Watch.

Rodrick and the two night watchmen also listened, their hearts beating fast.

The kingdom has provided so much help to the Night's Watch and now is asking the new king for supplies.

High investment and zero return, as one thing keeps increasing while the other decreases, it is hard for the new king not to think that they are greedy.

The three were speechless, waiting for the new king's decision.

Rhaegar thought for a moment, then decided: "My elders have all funded the Great Wall, so I should be no exception."

"You can take the prisoners in the dungeon with you. The supplies in the letter will be doubled and drawn directly from the treasury."

No matter what, the Great Wall must not be lost.

(End of this chapter)