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

Chapter 389: Crown Prince for a Day?
"Ah... Rhaegar... come out quickly..."

Suddenly, Lanner's screams sounded again, calling out the name prepared for the fetus in her belly.

Rhaegar heard this cry, but no one else in the mirror heard it.

No, someone seems to have heard it.

"Rega~~"

Emma Aylin on the delivery bed stopped screaming, her pupils quickly dilated, and she repeated the name.

Rhaegar's heart trembled, and he almost couldn't tell the difference between reality and fiction.

next second.

The mirror image shattered like a glass pane, falling apart in the blink of an eye.

The last image is of a baby crying.

The caesarean section gave him too much psychological stimulation, and his brain was a little confused.

"..."

The old bachelor heard this and started to sew with difficulty.

Seal the wound first to speed up the healing of the flesh and blood.

The wounds were healed one after another, Lanner suddenly woke up, and the pain in her body was greatly relieved.

Cut off the twine, wipe away the blood, and sew up the belly.

There was a lot of blood during the abdominal dissection, so I wiped it with cotton cloth washed at high temperature and sutured the wound with cotton thread.

"Did the child survive?"

The old bachelor's skills were skillful and he determined that this method was feasible and quickly sewed up the wound.

"Hiss..."

Rega looked at the prostitute whose expression changed greatly, nodded and said: "Stitches, ouroboros will speed up the wound healing."

Rhaegar didn't want the mirror to be shattered yet, so he stared blankly at Emma Aylin.

outside world.

A baby cried, waking up Rhaegar who was staring at the candlelight.

"Come out, the baby is out."

The old bachelor looked excited, holding a bloody, red and wrinkled baby in his hands.

Stopping the bleeding is the key.

In the mirror, every glance is a gift.

After the cry, the crying stopped abruptly.

The familiar voice was filled with sadness, and the mirror image disappeared.

Lanner's eyes were blank, her breathing was imperceptible, and her whole body was soaked with sweat.

The old bachelor handed the child to the prostitute to hold, took out needle and thread and asked shakily: "Prince, are you sure you want to suture the wound?"

This was his mother, a mother he had never seen before.

At this time, I don't care about hygiene or whether the wound will become infected.

The baby's limbs were drooped, with only its head and body held in a pair of big hands.

The Ouroboros squirmed twice and swallowed the last wisp of black smoke.

"Rhaegar?"

"Huhu~~"

……

There is no portrait of her in the Red Keep, and no trace of her in the Eyrie.

The Ouroboros lay on its belly and twisted around, its body swallowing the black smoke and becoming bloated, still absorbing the newly born black smoke.

The old bachelor didn't realize it yet, so he cut the umbilical cord with scissors.

Lanner looked around blankly, her lips bloodless.

"Wow~~"

The uterus was sutured and the wound healed quickly.

Rega came to his senses in a daze, and placed his palms against his cold belly, channeling the remaining fire magic power.

"Get some rest, your body is severely anemic."

Rega warned, silently stood up and walked out.

There were incisions in the belly and uterus, and there was almost no possibility of suturing.

A few minutes passed.

"Emma, ​​are you saying the child's name is Rhaegar?"

And the mother in the mirror seemed to have some kind of special reaction.

Perhaps, his mother, who is of Targaryen blood, is also a dreamwalker and collides with his dreams.

"Lanael!"

Damon watched the whole thing and hurried to his wife, passing by his nephew.

……

Rhaegar left the attic and found a pavilion to rest.

Clear your brain and release stress.

"Hooooo..."

Vhagar stood up, supported the ruins with his broad wings, raised his head and let out a deep mournful cry.

It senses the emotions of its driver.

Deep sadness!
Rhaegar glanced at it and continued to close his eyes and relax.

Either it was held in for too long, or it was premature, and the child did not survive.

About a quarter of an hour later, Damon walked out of the attic holding a baby.

Rega raised his head and closed his eyes. He heard the footsteps getting closer and closer, and said softly: "I tried my best."

He was not talking to Damon, but to Lanner.

"Lannaer fell asleep."

Damon looked down at the baby and said, "You saved the child's mother."

Rega opened his eyes and said calmly: "Congratulations, you didn't lose everything."

Lanner was in exactly the same situation as her mother.

The difference is that a husband makes the choice and a husband leaves the choice to his wife.

When Rhaegar helps Lannar, he is also helping his mother who has never been masked.

"Rhaegar, I want to thank you."

Damon looked disappointed and murmured: "But this child is not as lucky as you."

Both were named Rhaegar, and both cried only once at birth.

However, his child would never open his eyes.

"Haha~"

Rhaegar shook his head and laughed, and said bluntly: "Damon, you have been willful and willful in your life, and he may be your retribution."

Damon remained silent, holding the baby's hand tightly.

Rhaegar was reluctant, tilted his head and asked: "You once called me the one-day crown prince, do you remember?"

Damon's face turned cold.

Rhaegar didn't care. He pointed at the flames of war outside the mansion and said, "Look at what you did. You destroyed a city-state against orders."

"I took it." Damon's voice was cold.

Rhaegar dismissed it and sneered: "It's your greed and arrogance that's causing trouble."

"Your father promised to give me a city-state, and I will support myself." Damon's eyes were gloomy. "Since you know that he promised to give you a city-state, why do you still make your own decisions?"

Lei Qa laughed angrily and revealed the truth: "Each city-state's ownership must be strictly distributed. I originally planned to persuade my father to grant Lis to you, but you prefer Tyrosh."

"My brother never said he would reward me with a city-state. He just kept perfunctory me."

At this point, Damon got really angry and expressed his long-suppressed resentment.

"What you want, when has your brother ever treated you badly?"

Rhaegar was indignant and his voice could not help but rise.

Apart from the Iron Throne and Rhaenyra, Viserys never gave Daemon anything he wanted.

Golden robe, honor, wealth...

Even if Rhaegar died as soon as he was born and Daemon did not say "Crown Prince for a Day", the original heir might not have fallen on Rhaenyra.

Damon glared and scoffed at his statement.

A young boy who doesn't understand anything.

He didn't want to inherit his brother's throne at all, but wanted to serve as the king's hand.

For this reason, in the first few years after his brother ascended the throne, he rotated almost all the positions of the Imperial Council.

Without exception, they were all criticized in various ways, and were eventually kicked out of the imperial council and reduced to the capital garrison.

You must know that even the commander of the city defense is only a subordinate position of the Minister of Justice.

He is constantly being demoted!
Rhaegar looked directly at his good uncle, not bothering to say anything more.

He had a general understanding of the past of his father and brothers.

Damon has an unpredictable personality and behaves arrogantly and surly.

For some reason, the former Hand of the King Otto Hightower had a grudge against him, and the two often quarreled.

Over time, Dimon lost the political battle to Otto and was kicked out.

Rhaegar rubbed his tense brows and said sternly: "You have captured Tyroshi. I will report to my father and propose that Tyroshi be given to you as a fief."

"I conquered the city-state, don't use a reward attitude." Damon said displeased.

"Your armies are from the Iron Throne, your dragons are from the Targaryens."

Rhaegar responded directly and said: "After the fiefdom is settled, I will apply to my father to officially canonize you as a prince and incorporate Tyrosh into the territory of the Targaryen dynasty."

Damon was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect his good nephew to be so easy to talk to.

He thought there would be some twists and turns in taking over Tyrosh.

Rhaegar glanced at the baby and said straight to the heart: "Uncle, you are a prince and have your own territory, but your heir seems to be the one-day crown prince."

Although it is not etiquette, the meaning is clear enough.

What Damon once said is confirmed by his own children.

"I will not attend the child's funeral. Remember to guard the Targaryen territory."

After Rega vented his anger, he walked out without looking back.

The good uncle has been stubborn all his life, hoping that he will get his wish and grow up.

Damon was so scolded that he tightened the swaddle in his arms, and a daze flashed in his eyes.

He gained the city-state, but lost a male heir.

The male heir he always wanted!

"Hiss-"

The glutton roared loudly, carrying the driver into the sky.

Rega's face was calm, and he secretly thought that it was his own fault.

"Roar!"

Vhagar growled lowly and stared up at the ash-eating dragon-eating species.

It was a dangerous scent that restrained the fangs, replacing the pungent rancid smell.

The glutton flapped its wings and soared, its huge body crossing the mansion.

The bodies of the two giant dragons meet one above the other, and their bodies basically overlap.

Rega's thoughts turned and he judged: "After eating the dragon, the size of the glutton will increase dramatically."

The original size of Gluttony was less than one-fifth smaller than Vhagar, with a difference of about ten meters.

Rega's bloodline transformation, plus the ability to consume Mogul.

The glutton grew savagely in its sleep, reaching its peak at 90 years old and reaching the size of Vhagar's 170-year-old senescence.

There may be differences in talent.

After all, gluttons are unique in that they have the habit of cannibalism.

Vhagar has been fighting all his life, but his talent ranks last among the three dragons of the first generation.

I believe that in twenty or thirty years, Wormisor will also be able to achieve this kind of body shape.

"Roar!"

The glutton growled, his green vertical eyes showing aloofness.

At this moment, it was no longer afraid of the old dragon below.

If we really want to fight head-on, at least we won't give them the chance to die together.

Rhaegar couldn't help but smile and said: "Let's go, man."

It seems that Glutton's achievements will not stop with the Wild Dragon King.

……

Stormlands, rainforests.

During the time of the Children of the Forest, forests were all over Westeros.

The Andals arrived, using iron weapons to force the Children of the Forest to retreat, and cut down countless trees.

To this day, the royal forest of the king's territory and the rainforest of the storm land are the rare forest landscapes on the mainland.

Starting from the shores of Stonehelm in Cape Wrath and skirting the edge of the rainforest, a road winds its way to Storm's End.

Along the way, there are several noble castles that have been passed down from generation to generation.

The Morrigan family's Crow's Nest City, and the Clinton family's Eagle's Nest Castle.

Dorne invaded for many days, and 10,000 soldiers besieged Stonehelm City. A larger number of soldiers were scattered near the rainforest, ambushing reinforcements from the two city-states.

Fifty miles away from Crow's Nest City, there is a lush primeval forest.

A large group of Dornish soldiers wearing tawny armor marched slowly.

creak creak...

The wheels made a sound, and the soldiers pushed several huge scorpion crossbows.

"Quickly, the reinforcements from Storm's End are passing by here. Let's ambush the dragon knight of the Velaryon family in advance."

A young general with black hair and brown eyes shouted an order.

His armor is painted with golden quills on a green checkerboard, symbolizing House Jordain of Dorne, whose land is located on the southern shore of the Dorne Sea.

The Qiao Dain family was one of the main forces in this invasion of Stormland.

Rumbling--

Suddenly, the ground trembled, and there seemed to be the neighing of a war horse.

Bart Jordan immediately lay down on the ground, listened carefully to distinguish the sound, and said excitedly: "Get ready to fight, there are drum cavalry ahead!"

Needless to say, it must be the Storm Knights from Storm's End Castle rushing to help.

Five thousand Dorn soldiers quickly dispersed and spread out in the forest with their bows and arrows ready.

The crossbowman controls the scorpion crossbow, and the launch pad filled with stainless steel spears is pointed at the blue sky.

Just wait for soldiers, horses or dragons to appear, and immediately attack and kill them.

(End of this chapter)