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

Chapter 571 Passing the torch from generation to generation
a long time.

The Night Watchman walked out of the Council Hall with an inspiring smile on his face.

It can be seen that the expected funding was obtained.

Leonor and Rodrick went out afterwards, both with sour faces.

They looked at each other and snorted coldly at the same time.

……

Inside the hall, the sunlight shines through the glazed windows, causing a slight burn on the arms.

"Northern Territory, Long Summer..."

Rhaegar had deep eyes and stood at the window, looking into the distance.

He promised to give the Night's Watch enough supplies to see three thousand men through the cold winter.

The prisoners in the dungeon were allowed to ask for anything they wanted, and some additional armor and iron tools were provided.

As for the rest, the Night Watch can only do what it wants.

It would be impossible to send reinforcement troops.

The royal family is not a sucker, Cregan should find a solution himself.

"twitter……"

A magpie came fluttering over, landed on a tree branch, tilted its head and chirped.

The voice brought Rhaegar back to the present. He analyzed the overall strength of the royal family and thought unsatisfiedly: "The control is still not strong enough."

Since ascending the throne, the territory of the Targaryen dynasty has continued to expand.

The Seven Kingdoms, the Stepstones, the Kingdom of the Three Women, Volantis...

For now, Slaver's Bay is in a semi-liberated state, awaiting colonization by the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms.

Just because you can conquer a piece of land doesn't mean you can rule it smoothly.

The autonomy of the nobles of the seven countries is too high. The seven guardian families each manage a territory, and the nobles under their rule have their own ulterior motives.

Rhaegar frowned slightly, tapped the window sill with his fingertips in an orderly manner, and pondered: "Dorne, the Westerlands, the Iron Islands..."

In the above three regions, the royal family's rule was extremely weak.

The Dornish War ended, the people of Dorne hated and feared the Iron Throne, and the economy and people's livelihood declined sharply.

It does not pose a threat for the time being, so it can be dealt with slowly.

This is not the case with the Westerlands and the Iron Islands.

The Lannister family is full of narcissists, and is best at pretending to obey but actually disobeying.

Duke Jason Lannister was unable to refuse the repeated calls for war and had to send his vassal to take the blame.

Not to mention the Iron Islands.

The Ironborn are a bunch of unproductive pirates.

The Greyjoy family of Pike has a family motto: "It is better to take by force than to work hard."

"If you want to rule long, the Seven Kingdoms will erase the roar of lions and sea monsters."

A fierce look flashed across Rhaegar's eyes, and a sense of crisis arose in his heart.

There is disharmony within the family, and there are wolves and vultures in the Seven Kingdoms and across the Narrow Sea.

If a natural disaster suddenly strikes, how should the Targaryens respond?

Rhaegar calculated carefully and found that the only thing he could use in his army was the five thousand Unsullied captured by Astapor.

The former three thousand fearless men were evenly divided between King's Landing and Rees, unable to form a significant fighting force.

The number of golden robes and dragon guards is too small, so they can only get by with small fights.

"People are restless and can't work together."

Putting aside the military factor, Regar counted the dragon riders in his family who could go into battle.

Apart from him, Daemon and Aemond could be temporarily recruited, and Aunt Rhaenys would not refuse.

Lannar and Helena are pregnant, so their fighting power is negligible.

Yangyan was severely injured, and Aegon was completely defeated.

Barely counting Rhaenyra and little Daeron, the family can dispatch a total of six dragon riders.

Including the father, as well as the children such as Benila and Meka, one adult dragon and six baby dragons were unable to go to the battlefield.

If a large-scale war really breaks out, it is obvious that we are short of one leg.

"Although the family may seem powerful, it is still not enough to crush them."

Rega felt sorry and sighed, "The children are too young. The future of the family still depends on them."

Only when the next generation of children grows up can the family be truly strong.

With this thought in mind, Rhaegar clenched his fist and waved his hand, saying seriously: "Aegon's wedding is on the agenda, and Aemond must also speed up. I can't rely on myself alone."

Although the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility.

But he is about to give birth to a whole litter, but his bastard brothers don't even lay an egg.

Not to mention feeling sorry for my father, I even feel sorry for the giant dragon under my crotch.

……

Following Rhaegar's sight, they gradually left the Red Castle.

The Seven Star Cathedral.

A magnificent new building was built in King's Landing, and converts to Protestantism came in an endless stream every day.

The sanctuary is located at the back.

There is an area separating Silk Street from the square, and a tall dome-shaped building is built.

The building is completely black and is built with black dragon stone.

On both sides of the gate, there are sculptures of a sphinx and a dragon.

At this time, in the pavilion in front of the building.

Scholar Mu Kun held a scroll in his hand, his sallow face stiff as he stared at the little kids in front of him.

Baerlon looked aggrieved, with his head hung.

Aemon tilted his head back and pouted his lips in disapproval.

The Benilla sisters stood on both sides, with a listless Lyanna in the middle.

"Ugh."

After a long while, Scholar Mu Kun sighed and said sadly, "None of you have completed the homework assigned by the academy."

"Old bastard, I've finished writing!"

Aemon crossed his arms over his chest, pulling very hard.

Scholar Mu Kun flipped through a book, took a quick look, and pointed out directly: "Your handwriting is good, but you didn't do any of the handicraft lessons I assigned you."

"I did."

Baeron stole a glance and raised his hand.

Scholar Mu Kun's face darkened, and he pulled out a book and said sternly, "Your Highness has practiced swordsmanship well, but his handwriting does not show any swordsmanship achievements at all."

The voice suddenly rose, scaring the little kids.

Lyanna pursed her lips and tears welled up in her eyes.

It was her first day of class, what did it have to do with her.

"I want to go find my sister..."

Lyanna's nose turned red, and she was about to back out when Benilla covered her mouth.

Benilla and Renia held down the youngest little girl at the same time, and looked at her seriously and told her not to cry.

Lyanna tilted her head back, tears of sadness running down her face.

"Okay, I don't want to waste your time."

Maester Mukun was still very well-mannered and continued to assign homework: "Prince Baeron, I will arrange a study partner for you to complete history and mathematics." Then, he looked at Aemon who looked unconvinced and said seriously: "In seven days, you must plant a pot of flowers yourself and hand it to me."

"Why?"

Aemon demanded.

He did the best homework, and every item was exactly as written in the book.

"Yeah, why?"

Scholar Mu Kun asked back, bluntly: "You have enough wisdom, but you are not good at using it, and instead waste your talent."

How many people want to study and devote themselves to academic research, but suffer from poor brains.

Among all the princes and princesses, Aemon was born with a photographic memory and had the greatest potential to become a bachelor.

But obviously, the king would not allow his child to become the second dragonless person.

Maester Mukun could only use playing the harp, gardening, and stone carving to hone Aemon's patience in response to his laziness and arrogance.

Iemon was speechless and looked for loopholes to refute.

Unfortunately, a good brain can only remember things, it cannot dig things out of thin air.

Baeron patted his brother's shoulder and asked, "Master, did you tell me in advance that you would arrange a study partner for me?"

Who to talk to?
The King and Queen, of course.

Scholar Mu Kun was well prepared and clapped his hands: "Don't worry, I will definitely satisfy you."

Following the sound of slaps, a boy walked out from the flowers outside the pavilion.

The boy had slightly curly brown hair, brown eyes that darted around, and he walked with his back hunched over.

It took me three minutes to walk from the flower bed to the pavilion.

Maester Mukun pulled the boy over and introduced him solemnly: "Lionel Tyrell, the current Duke of Highgarden, is temporarily stationed at the academy to study."

Little Leonor looked around and saw only princes and princesses, and he didn't dare to speak.

People he usually met were of lower status than him and would take the initiative to greet him.

It's really hard to adapt to a sudden change of environment.

Scholar Mukun did his duty conscientiously. He took Belron, who was observing him, and said with a dagger in his smile, "The crown prince will study with the Duke. His Majesty will take time to check the homework."

Two boys: ...

"It's getting late. I'll take my leave now."

Bachelor Mu Kun completed his task, tucked the book under his arm, and left work with a stern face.

The few little kids were left looking at each other in bewilderment, and the atmosphere was extremely awkward.

"Hmph, poor maester."

Yimon turned around and walked out in anger.

When passing by the flower bed, he paused with depressed steps and plucked out a daisy.

"Let's follow up and take a look."

Benilla explained, dragging Renia along with her and chasing after them.

"And me?"

Lyanna was left behind, and her eyes looked extremely aggrieved.

"You and I."

Baelon pulled his sister over, looked at the Duke of Highgarden, and took the initiative to speak: "I am going back to the Red Keep to read history books. Do you want to come?"

Little Leonor scratched his head and said hesitantly, "Yes, Your Highness?"

There was a lack of confidence in his voice when he addressed her.

"Well, let's go,"

Baeron seemed to have endured a burden that he shouldn't have to bear at his age, and he raised his head and sighed.

The three of them walked out of the school gate together.

boom!
As soon as he went out, little Leonor was bumped by someone and almost fell to the ground.

The person who bumped into him didn't even turn his head, but tightened his collar and quickened his pace.

Baerlon was dumbfounded and called out to the man, "Stop!"

Upon closer inspection, I saw that the man was wearing a brown linen shirt, which wasn't shabby, but looked dirty.

He was not very tall, his shoulders were not broad, and his hair was completely covered by a woolen felt hat.

Hearing Baerlon calling him, he tried to run quickly.

"Stop, boy!"

Alec appeared from the side, grasped his brown collar and took off his patched felt hat.

Her dark brown curly hair spread out, revealing a freckled face with a crooked nose.

Alec took a quick look and grabbed a purse from the other man's sleeve.

"A habitual criminal, Prince."

He threw the purse to Little Leonor and pushed the prisoner in front of Bellon.

Baeron tilted his head and saw the other person's face clearly, with surprise in his eyes.

Castor shrank his arms and laughed awkwardly: "Sorry, I have to work to earn money for my studies."

……

into the night.

Red Fort, sleeping palace.

Rhaegar had just seen off the Northern delegation and saw two figures busy at work when he entered the door.

Sarah had a stern face as she packed her luggage with her companion Elena.

Rhaegar was confused. He looked at Rhaenyra who was applying oil to the "Light of the Kingdom" beside the bed and asked, "Are you going out?"

"It is."

Rhaenyra nodded slightly, and with a glance, signaled him to look at the table, and said, "Laena wrote to me, saying that she is not feeling well, and asked me to take care of her."

"Lanar should find her own husband."

Rhaegar took out the letter with a half-believing look and advised, "Aegon is getting married soon, we should come together."

Aegon is the Prince of the Stepstones, higher in status than Aemond and Daeron.

He was the one who organized the wedding, so how could Rainier not be there?

"That's a shame."

Rhaenyra pretended to feel sorry and said softly, "According to the news, Daemon has gone to Slaver's Bay to bully others. I am afraid I will not be able to make it to the wedding."

"Damon is returning to Slaver's Bay?"

Rhaegar's eyes flashed and he grasped the key point.

Rhaenyra continued, "I will take Baelon and the others away. If Jeyne is at ease, Daenerys and Anna can also be left to me."

After all, the two sides were just developing feelings for each other, and she was still very reasonable.

Rhaegar frowned and repeated, "Aegon's wedding is coming!"

"Lannah needs someone to take care of her."

Rhaenyra looked up and refused to give in.

Rhaegar rolled his eyes, not believing such nonsense at all.

Rhaenyra withdrew her gaze and turned her head away silently.

She would never stay with Jenny and would rather go back to Rees.

Of course.

Lanar did write a letter, saying that the pregnancy vibration reaction before the due date was not right.

(End of this chapter)