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

 Chapter 181 The fate of the traitor

Rhaenyra strode into the bedroom carrying a large plate of bread, sausages, and fruits.

 “Be careful, don’t be so hasty.”

Rhaegar reminded him quickly, and then asked: "How is Runestone City?"

 “You’re already injured like this, just focus on recovering from your injuries.”

 Rhaenyra had a flash of sadness in her eyes, and she didn’t want to mention it further.

The traitor Arnold colluded with the Gaoshan clan and sneaked into Runestone City through the secret passage discovered early in his life. He killed a bartender and poisoned the wine.

All the valley nobles who drank at the banquet were poisoned to death, and the stench of poisonous blood lingered in the hall for a long time.

 A wedding becomes a funeral.

There is no greater tragedy in the world than this.

Rhaegar knew from the look of her expression that Runestone City was not optimistic.

 After a while of silence, he picked up the food and chewed it.

The Crown Prince and the Duke of the Eyrie were almost ambushed to death, not to mention the unsuspecting nobles of the valley.

After finishing the dinner plate, Rega wiped the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief and asked doubtfully: "I heard someone screaming in the morning. Is it the captured Gaoshan clan?"

 “It’s Arnold!”

Rhaenyra lowered her head, thinking of the scene she saw when fetching the food, and spoke the truth.

 The Gaoshan clan who sneaked into Runestone City were killed on the spot.

 Arnold was captured alive by Gerald and is being tortured.

Rhaegar fully understood what had happened, and his face was as gloomy as water.

“Rhaenayla, find a wheelchair and push me out.”

He wanted to go out and see for himself what Arnold looked like and whether the pain he suffered could pay for his sins.

"Your injury is very serious. The bachelor said you will have to lie down for at least half a month."

Rhaenyra refused and repeated it seriously.

Rhaegar's lower abdomen had a penetrating wound, with a **** hole poked out from the front and back.

Despite the hemostatic bandage, there is still a risk of infection and inflammation.

 In Westeros, where medical skills are underdeveloped, wound inflammation means death.

Rhaegar glanced at her, supported the bed with his right hand, and slowly sat up with his arms.

Ouroboros healed half of the wounds on his lower abdomen.

The two blood holes at the front and back have healed to a great extent and will not break apart easily.

 “Rhaegar! You are so disobedient.”

Rhaenyra was frightened and rushed forward to help him, letting him lean into her arms.

 “I’m fine, the flame gives me strength.”

There was a soft touch on his back, and Rega raised the corner of his mouth, very confident.

Rhaenyra heard this and thought of him bathing in fire.

He hesitated and said: "You...had a fire on your body yesterday?"

Rhaegar pressed his face against the greasy white snow neck and smiled: "There is magic in Targaryen's blood, and I dug it out."

 Among the forty Dragon King families, Tangeli is placed in the middle and lower reaches.

 The number and knowledge reserves of dragons are very small, and they have not provided much help to future generations.

 So much so that people of Rhaegar's generation only know how to control dragons and have never even seen what magic is like.

Aegon the Conqueror may have known something, but he only left behind a song of ice and fire, and no more valuable knowledge passed down to his family.

Rhaenyra was at a loss when she heard this. She touched someone's skin with her little hand and asked carefully, "Can I learn it?"

  “It’s difficult.”

Rhaegar answered neatly.

 His own initial blood purity was only 5%.

 Even if it increases with growth, it will be around 10% at most.

Rhaenyra controls a dragon at the age of 7. Her talent is not bad, but it does not reach 40%.

 It is almost impossible to become a pyromancer.

Rhaenyra lowered her head in despair and remained silent.

 She thought she could also learn magic.

Rhaegar's voice changed: "But I have found a new kind of magic. When I get familiar with it, I can teach you."

 He refers to the runes.

  The learning and use of runes only requires two points, spiritual power and magic.

Targaryen has magic in his blood.

 Spiritual strength depends on personal talent.

"good!"

Rhaenyra nodded, her eyes shining.

Rhaegar smiled, rubbed his cheek against Snow's neck, and narrowed his eyes happily.

 In the old Valyrian period, the magical inheritance of the forty dragon king families was blood wizardry and fire wizardry. Knowledge of House Targaryen is lost or has no relevance at all.

  The power of runes will become Targaryen's greatest reliance after the dragon.

 …

noon.

Rhaegar sat in a wheelchair and was slowly pushed out of the castle by Rhaenyra.

The sun was bright and dazzling. Rhaegar raised his hand to block it and looked around.

 In the front yard of the castle, a three-meter-high cross was newly buried, with a **** figure tied to it.

"prince!"

　　The front yard was full of people, and Gerald, whose face was covered in blood, was the first to spot Rhaegar.

Jero quickly came up to him and said in panic: "Prince, you are seriously injured. This is not conducive to recovery."

 He saw Rhaegar's injury yesterday.

If he had that kind of penetrating injury, he would have gone to meet the stranger hand in hand with Leia at this moment.

 “Sir Gerald, is that Arnold?”

Lega automatically filters out nonsense and gets straight to the point.

The figure on the cross is a boy with chestnut curly hair. His whole body is covered with traces of whipping, and he has more air coming out and less air coming in.

 “Yes, Prince.”

Jero’s eyes were filled with resentment.

 “Find a bachelor to treat him.”

Rhaegar spoke calmly.

"Why!?"

Jero reacted violently.

Rhaegar looked directly into his eyes and said calmly: "Have you ever heard of the Bolton family?"

 “The big families in the north often fight with Stark.” Jero didn’t understand what it meant.

Rhaegar sighed: "The Bolton family has a very cruel tradition."

Jero was stunned when he heard this and started thinking.

 “Arnold’s crime is unpardonable, don’t let him die too happily.”

Rhaegar tapped the solid wood armrest of the wheelchair twice with his fingers and said calmly: "Skin him alive!"

Jero's face tightened and he was a little at a loss.

“I’ll give you three days, the first day is from the calves down, the second day is from the thighs, and the third day is from the neck down.”

Rhaegar looked at Arnold's figure and said thoughtfully: "Remember to fill him with poppy milk."

Rhaegar didn’t know what his state of mind was when he said these words.

 But the stinging pain in his lower abdomen and shoulders told him that Arnold deserved all this.

Jero subconsciously took a step back and swallowed.

 He originally planned to torture Arnold for several days and then hang him.

However, he approved of the prince's proposal.

Jello left in a hurry and ordered the executioner to go.

“Rhaegar, skinning is forbidden.”

Rhaenyra held the wheelchair and whispered a reminder.

Even the Bolton family was forbidden from skinning as a torture. She didn't want Rhaegar to bear the reputation of being "cruel".

  “It doesn’t matter.”

Rhaegar waved his hand, not caring.

The rebellion of the mountain clan is inseparable from certain families in the valley, and he just wants to torture Arnold.

 Perhaps it can have some effect of killing chickens and frightening monkeys.

But it doesn’t matter.

 When facing the siege of the Alpine clan alone, Rhaegar had no intention of surviving.

 He just wants to use his last breath to hold off until the glutton returns.

 At least Rhaenyra would live.

 But when hidden arrows and spears penetrated his body, Rhaegar's thoughts changed.

 He also wants to live.

 Then kill all the fools who dare to murder him.

 Arnold was the first, but he won't be the last.

 “Woooooo!”

 Suddenly, a blast of horns sounded from the city wall and spread throughout Fushi City.

The messenger shouted: "The Knights of the Valley have returned, will you open the city gate!?"

 (End of this chapter)