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

Chapter 464 Family Reunion

Across the sea, Dragonstone.

"Hiss-"

The glutton was panting, crouching in front of the Stone Drum Tower, his chest heaving up and down.

After a night of high-intensity flying from Oldtown to Dragonstone without stopping, the physical exertion was too great.

A figure walked out quickly from the Stone Drum Tower.

"Glutton, let's go."

Rhaegar had a smile on his face and two dragon eggs in his arms.

This is the dragon egg that is placed in the cradle for the child.

One is bronze in color, and the other is dark green in color.

They come from the ruins of the Syracuse and Belleris families respectively.

The glutton had dark green eyes and turned around with his wings supporting his body.

Rhaegar climbed onto the dragon's back with the egg in his arms and tied it to his chest.

call--

A pair of pitch-black dragon wings spread out, and the huge body soared into the sky.

Rhaegar's smile remained unchanged, and he couldn't wait to return to King's Landing.

The Glutton slowed down and quickly left Dragonstone and entered Blackwater Bay.

Suddenly, the sea water surged gently, and the surroundings seemed to change quietly.

"Hmm?" Rhaegar looked up suddenly.

"Hiss-"

The glutton's perception became more sensitive, and his neck turned backwards, with the dragon head pointing outside the throat.

To be precise, it is the northeast corner of the Narrow Sea.

Rhaegar looked closely and saw that it was roughly the location of the Trembling Sea.

There are only Crab Island and Seagull Town in the middle of the Narrow Sea, and White Harbor and the Three Sisters Islands in the upper half.

On the other side of the Narrow Sea is the only one of the nine free trade cities, Braavos.

"Roar!"

A hoarse roar burst out from the glutton's throat, and dragon saliva unconsciously flowed from his dragon kiss.

Rhaegar shuddered, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.

After transforming into a dragonborn, his perception of magic continued to strengthen.

Just now, the magic tide that had always been growing steadily began to stir up waves, as if a small stone was thrown into the water.

Ordinary people can't sense it, and fire mages can't sense it.

But Rhaegar was keenly aware of it, just like a fly flying past his eyes and the sound of water drops falling in his ears.

"Greedy, you sensed it too, right?"

Rhaegar patted the dragon's back, his thoughts drifting away.

Since the appearance of the Red Comet, the magic tide has been growing steadily and magic power has become active again.

This kind of resurgence is very friendly to dragonborn and dragons.

It's like a baby sucking its mother's milk and living in a comfortable environment.

The magic tide suddenly shook, but be sure not to cause any trouble.

"Roar!"

The Glutton's green vertical pupils were indifferent, and the dragon head sniffed around, trying to smell something.

Unfortunately, there is no way to determine the distance.

Rhaegar touched the dragon egg in his arms and thought of a possibility, but he couldn't be sure.

After thinking for a while, he said, "Let's go back to King's Landing first and take some time to visit the Shivering Sea."

The location of the magical tidal wave is approximately the location of Braavos.

After conquering Dorne and dealing with the Oldtown clan, Braavos will finally give an explanation to the Targaryen family.

"Hiss-"

The Glutton raised his head and roared, then flapped his wings and flew over Blackwater Bay.

While flying through the clouds, he suddenly looked back and took a glance.

A hint of inquiry flashed across the pale green pupils.

……

King's Landing.

In the early morning, the sun rises.

The people of Flea Bottom walked on the streets early in the morning, busy with their day's livelihood.

"Hiss-"

A giant black dragon flew from the Mud Gate into the sky above the city, its pitch-black wings blocking the rising red sun like a deep black cloud.

The dark clouds circled King's Landing and slowly fell into the back garden of the Red Castle.

Maegor's Tower, the princess's bedroom.

With gentle eyes, Rhaenyra lay on her back on a lounge chair, holding two swaddled babies in her arms.

Suddenly, the door was pushed open with a bang.

When Rhaegar rushed in, he saw her humming a nursery rhyme and coaxing the child to sleep.

The nursery rhyme came to an abrupt end.

When Rhaenyra heard the voice, she looked over, her eyes instantly lit up, and a huge smile appeared on her face.

Rhaegar was stunned, staring at the scene before him without blinking.

Even though I was mentally prepared, I still couldn't avoid the excitement when I saw it with my own eyes.

Rhaenyra smiled sweetly, bent down and kissed the baby's face, and spoke first: "Come here, the children are waiting for you."

"Hey, here we come."

The words awakened Rega, who came to his senses and walked forward excitedly.

He took the dragon egg and put it away, then quickly walked to the recliner and squatted down.

His purple eyes widened, looking at the smiling Rainier, then looking at the two swaddling clothes.

"Why, nothing to say?"

Rainier adjusted herself to a comfortable lying position, and the corners of her lips couldn't help but rise.

"On the contrary, I have a lot to say."

Rega was in a very complicated mood. He reached out and carefully held a little foot, then started laughing too.

Thanks to Balerion, there were really two more babies in Rhaenyra's arms.

Feeling the soft touch in his hand, Rega's expression was dazed and his heart almost melted.

"hug?"

With a smile in her eyes, Rhaenyra generously handed over a swaddling cloth.

"Of course!" Rhaegar answered immediately.

Without taking the small swaddling clothes, he gently hugged Rainiera, who was wearing a beige nightgown.

Rhaegar was so excited that he buried his head in the other's neck and whispered: "Rhaenyra, I'm back."

He likes children and loves his own children even more.

Before that, he loved the child's mother more.

Children are the continuation of your emotions and cannot replace the person in your mind.

Rhaenyra's eyes became more gentle, and she rubbed her cheek against the other's head, complaining softly: "You haven't come back for a long time."

Rhaegar said nothing and secretly tightened his arms.

The Dragon's Wrath alone had taken up two months since the Dorne Rebellion.

Including the preparations before and after, he and Rainier hadn't seen each other for four months.

This was the first time they had been apart for such a long time since he became the heir.

"Hold your head up. I don't blame you."

Rhaenyra's voice was soft, and she enjoyed the time of rubbing her hair against his.

Rhaegar looked up obediently, noticing her slightly pale complexion, and said distressedly: "Let me guess, something big must have happened while I was away from King's Landing?"

"You didn't receive the recall letter from the Prime Minister?"

"recall?"

Rhaenyra was surprised and asked, "You didn't receive the letter?"

That's why we returned to King's Landing.

Rhaegar said sincerely, "I felt my child was born last night, riding on the Gluttonous Dragon and flying back non-stop."

The Glutton is good at flying, and his dragon wings are almost smoking.

"Good for you."

Rhaenyra laughed in silence, skipped the other party's question, moved the two swaddling clothes closer, and changed the subject: "Come and see, these two children look exactly like you when you were a child."

Rega took the swaddling clothes and observed it cooperatively.

Don't spoil the fun when you are happy, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble.

He lifted the covering of the swaddling clothes and looked at the two children carefully.

They are all small.

White and tender little arms, bamboo-like chubby legs, and a cute face the size of a palm.

One of them had his arms exposed, and was sucking on his left thumb in his mouth, soundly sleeping.

One with exposed legs, sleeping soundly, with the two chubby legs swaying subconsciously.

The little feet that Rhaegar had just touched came from this little guy.

As he watched, Rega felt almost fascinated, and asked expectantly: "They look the same, which one is the older brother?"

Rhaenyra raised her hand and touched the child who was sucking her finger. She said, "This is the older brother. He was born five minutes earlier than his younger brother."

After saying this, she raised her chin proudly, like a little girl waiting for something exaggerated.

Rega tried hard to distinguish the two children. The one he was holding on the left was the older brother, and the one on the right, with his chubby legs dangling, was the younger brother.

When he looked up, he saw Rhaenyra looking forward to praise, and said without reservation: "Compared to flattening Dorne, you are the real hero, overcoming the most difficult difficulties."

"Humph~"

Rhaenyra snorted and couldn't help laughing.

Rhaegar also laughed, pretending to raise his left arm, staring at his eldest son who was sleeping soundly, and affirmed: "A healthy baby who can eat and sleep well, he will definitely be my heir in the future, the king on the Iron Throne."

Rainier's smile became even wider, and she was amused.

Rhaegar raised his right arm again, kissed his second son's cheek, and said exaggeratedly: "Look, he is still exercising in his sleep. He will be a powerful warrior and dragon rider in the future. The disputed land will be under his feet. He will become his brother's best helper."

"Haha, you really make me happy."

Renira was fascinated by the warmth of the family, but she still kept a rational mind and started chatting: "Are you sure you want to hand over the entire disputed land to him?"

"Why not?"

Rhaegar asked in return.

Lenira blinked her beautiful eyes and smiled with relief: "It's up to you. I'm confident that I can educate them well."

Combined with what Rhaegar did in Oldtown, she consciously guessed that there was something else behind his words.

Rhaegar was making it clear that her child was the supreme heir, the King of the Iron Throne and the Narrow Sea.

Rhaegar allowed the other party to understand and hugged the two children and kissed them again and again.

Regardless of legal or emotional reasons, the eldest son will be his unshakable first-line heir.

In addition to the Iron Throne, there are many lands that can be divided into princely titles.

If the second son is smart and capable, he will be the pioneer in conquering Essos and opening up new territories beyond the Narrow Sea.

If his qualifications are mediocre, he will inherit Rhaenyra's title of Prince of Lys and use it to control Daemon and Aegon.

Rhaegar pampered the two children, sniffing the sweet smell of milk, and suggested: "We must give the children a good name that matches their status."

"You finally thought of this."

Rhaenyra rolled her eyes and said in a negotiating tone, "Father is still in a coma. I want to wait until he wakes up and come and name the two children myself."

They can both be named, but it always feels like they lack some depth.

Leave the opportunity to father, so that both the siblings and the two children can recall it in the future.

Rhaegar was stunned for a moment, then readily accepted it: "Okay, let's do it."

As we all know, he is not a man who is good at naming.

The names of the two swords were deeply disliked by Rainier.

Rhaegar looked around and found two exquisite cradles made of yellow pear wood beside the bed.

The two children were placed in the cradle, with a soft silk quilt underneath them.

The cradle was pushed to Rhaenyra's side, and Rhaegar took out two dragon eggs and said hopefully: "Will you lay them or should I?"

Rhaenyra glanced at him and held out her hand to ask for a dragon egg: "One for each person. Don't try to keep it all to yourself."

"I didn't say that."

Rhaegar smiled secretly, holding the bronze dragon egg in his hand, and placed it in the cradle of his eldest son without saying a word.

He was very curious about the purity of the bloodlines of the two children who inherited his blood.

Calculate the time.

When Rhaenyra was pregnant, he had not yet transformed into a dragonborn, and there was a high probability that the two children would not inherit the advantages and disadvantages of the dragonborn.

Attention, these are advantages and disadvantages!
The advantages of the Dragonborn are obvious: long life, control of fire, and closeness to dragons.

The shortcomings are still unclear, and it seems that it is easy to lose control and the body will become deformed and transformed into a dragon.

The two children are too young, and it would be terrible if they inherited my shortcomings.

With many thoughts in her mind, Rhaenyra had already placed the dark green dragon egg in the cradle of her second son.

Rega came back to his senses a little, looked at the two fair and cute children, and his heart softened.

Such a healthy child will surely grow to greater heights.

(End of this chapter)