Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day

Chapter 121 Eight Hundred Warriors

 At noon, the meeting ended.

 Each of them put the stone ball in front of them back on the disc and walked out of the conference hall together.

 “Viserys.”

As soon as he walked out of the door, Allison, who was wearing a green dress, called softly and naturally took her husband's arm.

 “Have you been waiting a long time, Alisson?”

Viserys enjoyed his wife's attention and asked with a smile.

 He was in his prime and was very fond of the young and beautiful Allison, and the two were often in love.

 “I’ve prepared lunch and it’s waiting for you to use it.”

 Allison has a friendly smile and gentle eyes.

Viserys glanced at the ministers who were accompanying him, and he couldn't help but straighten his back, feeling very proud of his wife's virtuousness.

The ministers did not live up to his expectations. They all smiled and nodded and walked away consciously.

Viserys looked at the pair of children expectantly and extended an invitation: "How about dining together? The food prepared by Allison is very good."

 “No, Rhaegar and I have eaten.”

Rhaenyra had no expression on her face and turned around to leave.

 She is estranged from her father, and she is even more at odds with her "good sister" Allison.

 I don’t want to share a table with each other if it is not necessary.

Rhaegar stood there, looking at Rhaenyra’s back in amusement.

Without the shackles of the crown prince's status, Rhaenyra has also let go of her personality in recent years, and she just can't stand it.

 “Ahem…”

 While he was thinking about the reason for his refusal, a light cough came from not far away.

Rhaegar cast his gaze, and it was Taylan, a blond man, who pinched his throat and winked at him.

This Lannister youth is also a handsome and handsome man.

 But Rhaegar couldn't stand it when a man winked at him.

 After pondering for a while, Rega declined politely: "Father, Mushroomji's convoy will enter the city late, and I have to go and supervise it."

Viserys was a little disappointed: "A group of wild men, what's there to do?"

However, he also knew the hard work the eldest son had put in and did not force it.

Hold Alison’s hand and walk away side by side.

After the two of them had gone away, he walked towards Tailan, who had been waiting for a long time, and said with a smile, "Master Tailan, what do you have to say?"

 “Let’s talk while walking.”

"OK."

As the two of them walked in the corridor, Tailan put his hands behind his back and pretended to be mysterious: "Prince, do you know why the queen appeared at the door of the parliament hall today?"

 “She did something?”

Rhaegar kept smiling and questioned.

Since the reserve meeting, Alisson has been doing his job.

Except for some innocuous little tricks behind his back, he has always maintained a virtuous and virtuous image on the surface and has never had any conflicts with Rhaegar.

Tailan nodded: "For the cleanup of the streets of King's Landing that you proposed last time, the Queen privately recommended the former Prime Minister, Mr. Alto."

“Hehe, she thought well. She could not only welcome Alto back to King’s Landing, but also take over the real power.”

Rhaegar smiled faintly.

 The permanent population of King's Landing reaches an astonishing half a million.

Looking at the entire Westeros, it is also one of the largest large city-states.

 It is such a city-state with a political center.

The population is overcrowded, order is disorganized, feces and urine accumulate in the streets, and the stench is high.

Every summer, even from ten miles away, Lei Jiayu Long could smell the pungent stench.

 Before the Longxue reform plan, he put forward suggestions for street cleaning and rectification of the residential environment.

“Prince, you should make plans early and choose the person to implement the strategy.”

Tailan looked sincere and said with deep meaning: "Allowing Alto to return to King's Landing will not only pick your fruits, but also cause unnecessary trouble."

 “Thank you for the information, Lord Tyran.”

Rhaegar felt interesting, patted the other party on the shoulder, and went to the corner of the stairs to say goodbye.

 He had no doubts about Tailan's intelligence.

 But I can only shake my head at its purpose.

 …

 At night.

Rhaegar returned to the dragon's lair.

The door was opened, and the interior was dark, with bonfires and night light interlaced, mottled and blurry. Rhaegar walked steadily, and the subtle sound of sharp friction reached his ears.

 “Hiss…”

Suddenly, a roar resounded, and green dragon flames spurted out like pillars, illuminating the entire dragon cave.

 The Gluttony climbed to the top of the dragon's lair, overlooking the driver below.

 The dragon's lair space lit up, and figures appeared one after another, lining up neatly.

"prince…"

 The moment he saw Rhaegar, the shouts were like drums, echoing in the vast dragon lair.

Puff puff-

　　A cluster of bonfires was lit, the darkness was dispersed by the light of the fire, and the dragon's lair returned to brightness.

Rhaegar looked up and saw that the center of the dragon's lair was divided into two groups of people, crowded with people.

One party wears leather armor and holds a spear or sword. He is the original guard of the dragon's lair.

 There are about three hundred people.

One party was wearing animal skins and linen clothes. They were all tall and mighty, with strong faces. There were nearly a thousand people.

These people were the free people who followed him on the Crab Claw Peninsula.

 One person from each team walked out.

Wearing a bachelor’s uniform, Menas’ complexion has faded away from his sallow complexion.

 A thin figure, a brown-haired boy wearing coarse linen clothes, with a white falcon standing on his shoulder.

The young man walked up to Rhaegar, bowed and saluted, and said in a soft voice: "Prince, eight hundred warriors have been waiting for you for a long time. They are at your disposal."

Rhaegar punched him on the shoulder and asked: "There was no problem on the transport, Tormund?"

Tormund turned his head and glanced at the white falcon on his shoulder, and said shyly: "Don't worry, I have more than one pair of eyes."

His white falcon is the inheritance of the tribe.

“That’s good, I’ll send someone to get the equipment tomorrow, and the number of Dragon Guards will be increased to a thousand.”

Rhaegar felt proud as he swept past eight hundred free men and warriors.

 These are his carefully trained warriors.

 Now Dragon's Den needs personnel, and they are the legal armed force.

 In the huge city of King's Landing, the royal army only had two thousand gold robes.

 The dragon cannot always be by his side.

How can he sleep without forming an armed force of his own?

 …

 After arranging the manpower, Rhaegar walked up to the second floor of Dragon Lair.

 There is his private room on the second floor.

Crunch—

 Pushing open the door, Rhaegar walked into the room, frowning slightly.

"You're back?"

　　A familiar voice sounded, and a light lit up, illuminating Rhaenyra's figure.

Rhaegar closed the door, lit the candles in the room, and asked in surprise: "Rhaenyra, why are you here?"

 “Wait a minute.”

 Rhaenyra changed into a strapless red dress, swayed her waist and approached, lifted his chin with her fingers, and chuckled:

“In the afternoon, the carriages transported by the freedmen came into the city like a snake. I guessed where you were?”

 “You saw the team I formed, how is it?”

Rhaegar didn't hide it either, sitting generously at the table in front of the fireplace.

　　"Very fierce, worthy of being a savage, and can be used in many ways."

Rhaenyra told the truth.

Rhaegar picked up the quill, took a piece of paper and drew a picture, chatting while drawing: "In order to solve the survival problem of the free people, I have put a lot of thought into it."

“Mushroom collection? That’s a good tool for making money.”

Rhaenyra thought of the special caravans operating in the royal territory and the riverlands, and her tone was a little envious.

 Most of the nobles in the royal territory are wealthy, and the mushroom market is set up at the junction of their territories, serving as a transfer station.

 The Riverlands has a special geographical location with intertwined rivers. The connections between the lords of various places are weak and trade is weak.

Rhaegar cooperated with the old Duke of the Tully family and acted as a merchant, transporting supplies to the territories of nobles in various places in exchange for supplies.

 You can make a lot of money every year.

Not only can he support a group of free people under his command, but he also has spare money to squander.

Do you want to see dragons? If so, write more plots about dragons.

 (End of this chapter)