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

 Chapter 190 Helena and Darren

 Looking at the remaining blood stains, Rhaegar fell into deep thought.

Over the years, many bachelors and doctors have treated my father, but all of them have had little effect.

Ouroboros is transformed into a rune and has extraordinary properties.

 Still unable to completely eradicate the wound.

 Very weird!

“Rhaega, I feel the pain has eased a lot.”

Ouroboros disappeared, and Viserys groaned happily and turned around with a smile.

 Seven gods are above!

Who knows how happy he is now.

The pain accumulated for many years has been eliminated, and I feel more than ten years younger.

 “Yes, that’s good!”

“Rhaegar, tell me about your trip to the Vale, including where your magical powers come from?”

 He is loved by everyone, the kingdom maintains peace, and the people can eat...

 He remembered that his eldest son said that the wound could be fully recovered.

 When Rhaegar cast the rune, he did not believe Rhaenyra's words that all was well.

 He took his hand back and saw that his fingertips were stained with light bloodshot eyes.

 This is fresh blood oozing from small cuts.

Rhaegar was moved by his father's optimism and slowly told the story of his experience in the valley.

 He didn't know why the wound didn't heal.

 Viserys thought in his mind and then smiled: "The wounds have been treated and the pain has been relieved. I am very satisfied."

 Learning magic suddenly is not a normal phenomenon.

 The largest swamp of despair is so dangerous that gluttons refuse to enter.

 “That’s not bad, isn’t it?”

Throughout the history of Westeros, such monarchs are rare.

Rhaegar forced a smile, feeling very disappointed.

 He endured the pain for more than ten years and persisted, not to mention that the injury is now much better.

Rhaegar protested that his father did not deserve this punishment.

Rhaegar lowered his head and whispered: "I'm sorry, father. The one-time treatment will be converted into regular treatment."

Viserys put his arm around his eldest son's shoulders and asked kindly.

 What he said was true.

Viserys's combination of his own state of mind can only be attributed to the incompatibility of virtue.

Viserys thought for a while and smiled bitterly: "It is said that the Iron Throne will choose its master. It seems that I am not a good candidate, so I was cursed by it."

However, it is better to relieve father's pain than to let the wound rot.

Rhaegar forced a smile and was happy for his father.

 But swamp marigolds are so rare that they cannot grow in ordinary swamps.

"Father…"

 Looking at the situation, something went wrong.

I thought ouroboros could be cured, but something strange happened.

Viserys felt physically and mentally comfortable and advised: "Don't worry too much about your father, he is not that fragile yet."

 Including searching for signs of marsh marigolds on the Crab Claw Peninsula.

“The gods will not make a man rich because he does not make mistakes; they will only make fools of the world.”

 He searched for a way to cure his father.

 “No! You are a good king and have made no mistakes.”

 Compared to the weak Aenys and the cruel Maegor, my father is already a very good king.

Viserys had a deep voice and patted his eldest son on the shoulder hard, with relief in his eyes.

 Everything going well means everything is normal.

Hide away the explorers and encounter an ambush, which is also very exciting.

 There is no soft rotten flesh or thick pus and blood.

 He didn’t want the eldest son to worry too much.

Viserys was keenly aware that the eldest son was hiding something, and reached out to touch the wound on his back.

Viserys's face changed slightly, and his eyes flashed with surprise.

 Since Aegon the Conqueror, no similar incident has happened to the kings Aenys, Maegor, and Jaehaerys.

Viserys listened carefully, with a smile on his face, but the fingers that squeezed his eldest son's shoulder became harder and harder.

Even if Rhaegar embellished it, as a father he could still hear the danger in it.

 …

 Three days later.    Dragon's lair.

 “Hiss…”

A loud dragon roar sounded, and a giant light blue dragon breathed dragon flames, burning a goat to half ashes.

 “Dream of fire, eat the sheep!”

The little girl's unique clear voice came, giving instructions to the dragon.

 Menghuo stretched out his neck, stepped on the floor with both feet, and spread his wings widely.

  Helena was protected by the dragon people, her big eyes full of expectation.

 After several days, Menghuo stopped being repelled by her approach and was now willing to listen to her.

Today, she followed the instructions and roasted the goat. Helena's little head was filled with the desire to successfully train the dragon.

 “Hiss…”

Menghuo neighed, flapped his wings and climbed up the wall of the dragon's cave, flicking his tail proudly.

 It roasted the goat when it was hungry, but that doesn’t mean it obeyed the instructions of a little bug.

 Even if it doesn't hate this little bug.

Seeing Menghuo's nonchalant look, Helena's big round eyes showed disappointment, and she tugged at the hem of her white skirt.

 “Sister, Thessalyon has listened to my instructions.”

　　A milky sound came from the other side.

Helena turned her head and saw a little boy with short silver-blond hair and baby fat on his face.

 The little boy looks about 4 or 5 years old. He is very cute and has very bright purple eyes.

 “Dylan, did you succeed?”

 Helena opened her mouth in surprise and walked towards her brother.

Beside Daeron, there was a dejected Aemond.

Aemond was dressed in green, standing behind his younger brother Daeron, his eyes full of envy and reluctance.

 There are only two untamed dragons in Dragon Lair.

Helena was the oldest, and her two younger brothers left her alone to tame the Dream Fire.

 Aemond and Daeron approached Thessalyon together.

 Surprisingly, Daeron was particularly fond of Thessalian.

The arrogant blue dragon will not attack Daeron, but is willing to listen to his instructions and spit out dragon flames.

 The open-air platform of Dragon Cave.

Rhaenyra looked down at the movement below and said in surprise: "Thessalyon has recognized Daeron, and it seems that he will be tamed soon."

“Yes, our young brother is a genius.”

Rhaegar hugged Rhaenyra behind him, cheek to cheek.

Rhaenyra tilted her head and smiled: "Daeron is about to break your record of successful dragon training at the age of 6."

 “What kind of record is that?”

Rhaegar said rationally: "But Daeron is very compatible with Thessalyon. He is a pure Targaryen."

 After awakening his bloodline, he became very concerned about his family’s bloodline.

 Take him and Rhaenyra as an example.

 6 and 7-year-olds successfully trained their dragons.

 This is already much better than the ordinary family members who successfully train dragons around the age of 15.

 In addition to luck, bloodline should probably account for part of the reason.

 After chatting for a while, Rhaenyra broke away from her arms and said helplessly: "Lord Leonor returns to King's Landing today, and I have to help Allison prepare the banquet."

"Thanks for your hard work."

　　 Rhaegar offered praise.

 “You really care about me, you should work with me.”

Rhaenyra spoke softly, held Rhaegar's cheeks in her hands, and kissed her forehead again and again.

Rhaegar was flattered and teased: "Even if you bribe me, I won't help arrange the banquet."

 Don’t even think about it, he has other things to be busy with.

 “Hmph, I don’t dare to hope.”

Rhaenyra snorted softly, turned and walked into the stairs.

"Princess!"

At the corner, I happened to bump into Menas and Shiliu who were going upstairs, and they greeted them respectfully.

Rhaenyra nodded lightly and passed by.

 (End of this chapter)