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

Chapter 430 The weirwood bless you!

 “Please have a seat, the guests will be here shortly.”

Margaery sat on a brown round stool and greeted the Targaryen brothers and sisters openly.

A bright face shows off her beauty, and her brown eyes are like those of a deer in the forest. Just one look at her will make your heart beat wildly.

Rhaegar glanced at it and felt that the pulp between his lips and teeth was still sweeter.

 It’s not that he has no aesthetic taste, nor does he have extraordinary vision.

　　When you experience the baptism of blood and fire one after another, you will see wreckage and charred corpses in front of you, screams in your ears, and a strong smell of burning in your mouth and nose.

　　It's somewhat unthinkable.

Rhaegar thought, smiled, and sat down on a round stool.

 “Brother~”

 Helena tilted her little head and noticed something strange.

 Those with sensitive minds are always one step ahead.

 He has to spend time cleaning up, just like a squire sweeping away garbage with a broom.

Rhaegar knew that Jeyne couldn't stand it anymore.

I have to admit that the two beauties, one big and one small, are very eye-catching.

 Helena looked serious, looked back and forth, and then turned her head.

 The guests arrived one after another, and the banquet officially began.

The men in Highgarden are all gentle-hearted and high-profile gentlemen.

 It’s just that the killing is too heavy, adding a little haze inside.

 There is no other way, the position under the **** determines what he does.

 Listening to the lark-like voice, you can always stay in a good mood unconsciously.

The guests this time came from an unusual background, including members of the Rowan, Tully, Bisbury, and Redwyne families.

 Occasionally, when the mood strikes, Jenny will tease him about whether he should invite Zhan Sifu to join in.

 After a round of boring greetings, some peace finally returned.

 Did she say anything?

 His eyes fell on the new sister's freckled face, wondering why she was blushing so much.

 Margaery witnessed the whole process and said enviously: "You brothers and sisters have such a good relationship, especially His Highness Rhaegar, who is more gentle than my two dead brothers."

"Forehead…"

 As a dreamwalker who has been trapped in nightmares since childhood, his psychology is not that fragile.

　　　Brother said it was okay, there must be a reason why he was okay.

Margery seems to be a natural talker. Words pour out from her bright red mouth in an endless stream. Miraculously, she is surprisingly not annoying.

Margaery:…

“Helena, you are more beautiful than the last time we met. Your skin feels like butter pudding, soft and bouncy.”

Rhaegar smiled politely.

 But as far as he knew, no physical collision beyond friendship had ever occurred.

Margaery covered her mouth and snickered: "The prince is still so averse to fun."

How do you understand the Targaryen thing?

Many nobles in Westeros are secretly discussing it.

 The men under their command charged into battle for the Targaryens, and Rhaegar must return the favor one by one.

 Before we met, she seemed to have an unusual relationship with Zhan Sifu.

 As the singer pulls the strings, the melodious singing voice spreads, adding a romantic atmosphere to the hot summer.

Rhaegar was stunned for a moment, rubbed her little head, and said with a smile: "Don't mind me, you are a little hot, enjoy the ice."

Rega's eyes flickered, and he unconsciously picked up the wine glass and took a sip of the sweet fruit wine.

Rhaegar glanced at it, felt the little boots lightly kicking under the table, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

 She believes in her brother.

Rhaegar smiled stiffly and drank more frequently.

 He thought of Janey, who was raising her child in the Eyrie.

Just when Rhaegar couldn't help but speak, Margaery let go of Helena and praised her reluctantly.

 Although most of them are women, they represent the face of each family.

Rhaegar's eyelids twitched, hesitating as to whether he should stop it.

Helena's face was slightly red, and she held up the wine glass and drank it "tons, tons, tons".

Rhaegar didn't notice at all that Margaery held the drunken Helena in her arms and pressed her pretty face against hers.

Rhaegar can prove that there is indeed something wrong with the relationship between the two women, so much so that they sleep under the same quilt.

Helena had never experienced such intimacy before. Her face was as red as a monkey’s butt, and she struggled to say: “No, it’s just that riding a dragon makes me happy.”

 As he spoke, his forehead was so nervous that steam came out.

Rhaegar held his forehead with one hand, really blind.

 It was handled too quickly.

Margaery smiled and let Helena sober up in her arms. She pointed her finger at Rhaegar and opened the topic: "My father is visiting Old Town. I heard that Lord Mond Hightower has a strong opinion and wants to fight for the throne of the Reach. Commander-in-Chief of the Allied Forces."

Hearing this, Rhaegar became energetic.

He became interested and asked curiously: "Oh, who can Old Tyrell choose?"

 Since Allison married his father and Otto became Lord Chancellor again, the Hightower family's influence has grown.

I believe that no matter how confused Old Tyrell is, he will not encourage Hightower's arrogance.

Margaery pursed her lips and said playfully: "Of course it is Lord Thaddeus of the Rowan family. He and his brother-in-law, Earl Donald Tully, are both good players and loyal."

　　After a pause, he added in a low voice: "Although Sir Thaddeus is a bit fat, it is doubtful whether he can wear armor."

 After finishing what he wanted to say, he giggled happily.

Rhaegar understood what he heard and smiled brightly: "Lord Thaddeus is a good man, but I'm afraid Mond Hightower will get angry."

The Rowan family has been the top nobles in the Reach for generations, and to some extent is not inferior to the lord Tyrell family.

Contemporary Thaddeus Rowan, whose sister is married to Earl Tully of Horn Hill, has both wealth and martial spirit.

It's not that big-nosed fool from Mond who can touch porcelain.

Margaery’s smile grew even stronger and she added: “I also heard that the Hightower family’s ships are bound for Myr and Tyrosh, intending to open up overseas trading points.”

As the Rose of Highgarden, she is naturally hostile to the Hightower of Oldtown.

Hightower secretly contacted the nobles and nobles of the Reach, causing trouble for the lord.

Rhaegar’s eyes narrowed. This was the first time he heard about this.

 The three city-states are all the best ports, occupying the maritime trade chain on both sides of the narrow sea, and their potential is even greater than that of the Old Town, the first port of Westeros.

With the Hightower family's shrewdness and business acumen, taking root in the three city-states is as easy as a fish in water.

Rhaegar thought to himself: "A vassal who is too rich is not a good vassal."

Hightower is already wealthy enough, and its sphere of influence includes the headquarters and the school city of the Church of the Seven Gods, to put it unequivocally.

  It can be called the central point of "culture and trade".

Rhaegar was full of resistance when he thought of Allison's stepmother's face: "A foolish woman with wishful thinking."

The two of them were talking excitedly when a slim figure came over. Mrs. Alyssa kept smiling: "Margery, many noble ladies are looking for you, and I can't even handle them all."

 The voice is soft and charming, and the posture is dignified.

 At first glance, she looks like a rare and virtuous wife.

Rhaegar and Margaery looked up at her at the same time. Neither of them spoke, their expressions were very subtle.

 It’s been a while.

Rhaegar coughed slightly and said, "I'll take Helena down to rest while you guys are busy."

“The banquet has just begun, why don’t you stay a little longer?”

 Mrs. Alyssa's expression changed slightly, and her expression was a little unnatural.

Rhaegar shook his head: "No, I can just walk around the garden alone later."

 Margaery also stood up, handed the confused Helena to Rhaegar, and said apologetically: "Then I'll leave first."

 After saying that, he bypassed Mrs. Alyssa and went straight to a group of little sisters.

Mrs. Alyssa looked a little embarrassed and found an excuse to walk away.

Rega looked at her back and couldn't help laughing: "Who doesn't have a stepmother? Her acting skills are far worse than Allison's."

Although Allison hates him, he still contributes a lot to Targaryen and helps his father manage the Red Keep.

Even when dealing with Rhaenyra and him, it seems reasonable on the surface, and we haven’t broken our skin yet.

In contrast, Mrs. Alyssa is decisive.

 “Woo~”

Helena’s eyes were dim and she asked confusedly: “What’s wrong with mother?”

She seemed to hear her brother mention her mother's name.

Rhaegar picked her up by the waist and said angrily: "It's nothing, I'm just praising her."

 “Oh.” Helena believed it.

Looking at Helena with her eyes closed, Rhaegar was angry and funny.

 Allison is truly a good husband and a wonderful family of children.

 Feeling the light and soft touch in his arms, there is one more reason to tolerate Allison.

Hate!

 …

 At dusk.

The temperature has cooled down slightly, and the fiery clouds in the sky are like dye, embellishing the sunset scene.

 Sacred wood forest, a single green courtyard.

Rhaegar was in a relaxed mood, with his silver hair hanging casually around his shoulders, and his clothes open as he walked along the white marble path.

Exotic flowers and plants are planted on both sides of the path, and the stone sculptures and pools complement each other.

 “Uh huh huh~~”

Rhaegar closed his eyes slightly and hummed a popular ballad played on the harp.

 He could actually take out the harp and play it, but it's not necessary.

He doesn’t really appreciate humming songs either.

　　Just do whatever you want, and the songs you sing are catchy.

 It means stubbornness.

Unconsciously, a strange-looking weirwood tree appeared at the corner of the garden.

Rhaegar saw it, and Rhaegar stepped forward.

 Highgarden is a relatively developed castle, where the beliefs of both old and new gods are allowed.

Rhaegar opened his eyes, raised his head, and looked up and down at the ugly tree.

This weirwood is different from any other weirwood we see on a daily basis.

The roots spread far and wide, and the rhizomes are exposed from the ground, like veins on the back of a person's hand.

The thick trunks are divided into three parts, entangled with each other like pythons, and the branches grow huge red leaves, covering the land with shadows.

Each pale tree trunk is carved with a strange human face.

 Some are laughing, some are crying, and some are full of sadness.

Rhaegar only took one glance and was deeply attracted by the ugly appearance.

 Unconsciously, he stepped forward and reached out to touch the rough bark.

As soon as he took it, Rhaegar trembled all over and his eyes flickered.

 Pause for a moment, take back your hand, and back away.

Rhaegar crossed his arms, looked up at the tall scarlet tree crown, and grinned: "What the hell, the aesthetics are really deformed."

 After saying that, he turned around and walked away quickly.

 He considers himself a pure Valyrian Dragonlord.

 Dragon King has no faith.

 It doesn’t matter whether it’s the Seven Gods or the Old Gods, he can just show off, that’s all.

Rhaegar glanced back at the weirwood, his eyes wary.

When I touched it just now, I suddenly felt a surge of magic power.

That trace of magic power disappeared as quickly as it came, disappearing without a trace.

Rhaegar had never felt this way.

 As if hiding something from him, not wanting the world to see his true appearance.

Rhaegar let go and did not want to delve into it for the time being.

 At the same time, an idea emerged in my mind.

 Compared to the meddlesome belief in the Seven Gods, the Old Gods seem to have something real.

I just don’t know if this is a lot.

 “I haven’t dreamed for a while, go back to sleep.”

Rhaegar yawned and slowly returned to the castle.

 After being frightened by the weirwood, the stress symptoms caused by the war suddenly got better.

 At once it felt like it was just that, not that heavy.

Rhaegar was stunned when he thought about this, clasped his hands together, and muttered: "The old gods bless you, the weirwood bless you."

 Don’t believe it, but want to try it.

 Walking out of the garden, the sun was almost setting.

Rhaegar’s expression was calm, with a smile on his lips.

 The mood feels relaxed and the brain is very active.

 He has already agreed on the implementation of the strategy against Dorne and the idea of ​​"taking good care of" the Hightower family.

 (End of this chapter)