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

Chapter 467 Baelon and Aemon
"The one in my arms is my brother."

Rhaenyra smiled.

"Haha, then the one in my arms is my younger brother."

Viserys teased his grandson.

Rhaenyra was full of pride: "He is very powerful. He hatched dragon eggs on the first day of his birth."

"Oh, that's a natural dragon rider."

Viserys was shocked, and looked at his grandson with an increasingly kind look.

Who wouldn't like a descendant of pure blood?
"They are all great and will become the best dragon riders in the future."

Rhaegar looked relaxed, fully immersed in the warm atmosphere of a family reunion, and took over the question: "The two children have not been named yet."

Hearing this, Viserys' eyes lit up and new strength filled his frail body.

Rhaegar smiled. "Rhaenyra and I agree that you are the child's grandfather, and the children will prefer you to name them."

As he spoke, he stroked his youngest son's face and looked back at Rhaenyra.

Viserys stirred, his slow mind suddenly working faster.

Rhaenyra continued to offer encouragement, saying sympathetically, "Father, the naming rights for the children are now officially in your hands."

"Good! Good!"

Viserys said "good" twice in a row, and seeing the thoughtfulness of his two children, he smiled a happier smile than ever before.

At this moment, the pain no longer seemed so scary.

Rhaegar just smiled and waited for his father to come up with two promising names.

He sincerely hopes that the two newborns can bring another spring to their father.

Accompany him and Rainier for another 16 years, and the next years.

"You really are all my good children."

Viserys understood his children's intentions. His eyes flushed and he couldn't help but look at his two children and grandson with joy.

After careful consideration, I came up with a plan in mind.

Under the expectant gazes of the three adults in the room.

Viserys looked at his daughter, or the baby in her arms, and said firmly, "Balon! This child will be called Baelon Targaryen, after your grandfather."

Rhaenyra glanced sideways, pondering the name.

Rhaegar agreed calmly, "Okay, let's name this child Baelon. I hope he's as brave as his grandfather."

He once went back along the long river of time and caught a glimpse of the fragments of his mother's dream when she gave birth to him.

His mother called out his name when she was dying, and that’s why he got his current name.

Before this, Baeron was a name chosen by his father long ago.

It is used to commemorate the deceased grandfather.

"Just as long as you like the name."

Viserys looked nostalgic as he lowered his head to look at his grandson who was mumbling and blowing bubbles from his mouth. He said thoughtfully, "Baelon's best brother was Aemon Targaryen. They were the pride of the previous generation."

Rhaegar listened quietly and knew the name of his youngest son.

Sure enough, I heard my father say: "This child will be called Yimeng. I hope they can be as close as the two brothers and become the pride of an era."

Aemon the Brave, heir to the Iron Throne.

One tamed the bloodworm Korakshuu, and the other controlled Vhagar, one of the three founding dragons.

The two brothers combined their wisdom and bravery, and those were the most glorious days of the Centenarian King's reign.

Rhaegar and Rhaenyra looked at each other with tacit understanding, and were both very satisfied with these two names that were full of deep meaning and blessings.

Ignoring the little Baelon who was still nursing, Rhaenyra pinched his cheek and said with a smile, "Did you hear that? Grandfather named you. From now on, you will be called Baelon."

"It's a good name, for sure!"

Viserys was very proud of his name.

The father, daughter and three others all laughed out loud.

Lanar, who had been watching from the sidelines, joined in the conversation, sat down beside the bed and looked at little Aemon, and said with emotion: "Inheriting his grandfather's name, he will definitely be an excellent Targaryen."

Her impression of her grandfather was very vague, except for her mother's occasional remembrance of him.

Viserys put away his smile, looked at Lanar with gentle eyes, and said, "My cousin could not continue the glory of Aemon. I named the little one like this, hoping that your mother would be comforted."

"I think mother will love this little guy."

Lanaar smiled softly.

Viserys was not joking. He said seriously, "When the war in Dorne is over and Rhaenys returns to King's Landing, I will let her hold the child."

His cousin had lost her beloved son, and he couldn't imagine if he could endure the same level of pain.

Lanar was slightly distracted and said, "Thank you, Your Majesty."

"We are a family!"

Viserys put aside his kingly airs and spoke in a very heartwarming way.

At the Great Council of 101, he competed with Rhaenys for the right to inherit the Iron Throne.

Although he was victorious, he continued to live under the shadow of worry about the sea snakes rebelling.

That period lasted for ten years and made him bedridden.

Due to various reasons, his relationship with Rhaenys took a sharp turn for the worse and they began to resent each other.

Even though Rhaegar threatened Tidemark and declared the "Law of the Dragon" with Corliss, it restricted the Velaryon family from continuing to hold the right to tame dragons.

This rift remains difficult to bridge.

Now, he has the most ideal heirs, six outstanding children, and even a pair of twin grandsons.

The lack of sense of security in the heart is compensated by a strong and sensitive mind.

Instead, Rhaenys lost her eldest son Laenor, and House Velaryon succumbed to the Iron Throne.

Viserys no longer had any resentment in his heart, and he only wanted to take care of his lonely cousin as much as possible and strengthen the close relationship between the two families.

A hint of warmth flashed in Lannar's eyes, and she felt His Majesty's abundant kindness.

Several people in the bedroom were silent, immersed in the rare beautiful vision.

A quarter of an hour later.

The two children fell asleep one after another and closed their eyes quietly.

Viserys loved him very much, but his shoulders were sore, so he reluctantly returned little Aemon to his eldest son.

Rega took the child and said, "Father, what do you want to do with Alison?"

Viserys was startled when he heard this, then fell silent. After a while, he said, "Don't worry about it, you and Rhaenyra. I will handle it myself and it won't affect you."

When he said the last two words "you guys", his voice was emphasized with a hint of meaning.

Rhaegar heard the hidden meaning.

This "you" does not refer to him and Rhaenyra, but includes six brothers and sisters including Aegon and Helena.

Father wants... Rhaegar was not surprised and remained silent.

Viserys suddenly smiled, patted his eldest son's shoulder, and comforted him: "Don't think too much. Alison really went too far this time."

Rhaegar remained silent and looked at his father with complicated feelings.

"Uh-huh~"

The swaddling clothes in his arms moved, and little Emon seemed to be having a sweet dream, humming in his little mouth.

Rhaegar gently stroked his youngest son's pink face and noticed his father's hand on his shoulder.

It was a left hand that was missing its ring finger and little finger, and had a pale, wrinkled complexion.

My mind wandered and a thought suddenly came to my mind.

"Am I a father too?"

Rhaegar was in a daze, and suddenly he had a deeper understanding of the word "father".

His father was willing to give anything for him.

Including, Allison!

Suddenly, both father and son fell silent.

Rhaenyra rocked the swaddling clothes gently, noticing the dull atmosphere between the father and son, and a hint of inquiry flashed in her eyes.

She suddenly realized that the "deal with it" her father just mentioned did not seem to be an attempt to protect Allison.

Rhaenyra's heart tightened, and she felt an inexplicable complex of emotions.

Lanar was sensitive and realized that this occasion was not suitable for her. She gave Rhaenyra a look and walked out of the bedroom silently.

Rhaenyra looked between the father and son, then followed them out hesitantly.

At the royal meeting yesterday, and even on the delivery bed, she wanted to get rid of Allison as soon as possible.

The former is anger, the latter is fear.

She was afraid of dying in the delivery bed, so Alicent continued to stick to Rhaegar, wanting to send her former best friend to see the Stranger first.

today……

Rhaenyra held her son in her arms and didn't want to get involved in the father and son's plan.

As the two women left, the atmosphere in the bedroom became increasingly depressing.

Rhaegar was silent for a long time, then said, "I'll go see Alison later."

"no need."

"Let's meet and talk it out face to face."

Rhaegar held his youngest son in one hand, placed the Resurrection Orchid powder box on the bedside, stood up and said, "I have to go to Oldtown in two days. You can rest and recuperate first. I will take care of anything."

After saying that, she gave a reassuring smile and walked out of the bedroom carrying the child.

Viserys stared at his eldest son's back, raised his hand to try to keep him, but it froze in mid-air and fell down powerlessly.

The eldest son understood his protection, and he also heard the eldest son's deep meaning.

Things seem to be turning around.

Viserys was in a daze and speechless. In addition to the strong smell of medicine, the arrival of his family added a hint of orchid scent and baby's milk.

Outside the bedroom.

Two white knights guarded the gate and watched the crown prince and princess disappear at the end of the corridor.

Suddenly, a restrained, low cry could be heard from the bedroom behind the door.

The two white knights were terrified and lowered their heads, trying to reduce their presence.

……

Behind Maegor's Holdfast, the Sept of the Seven.

Rhaegar and Rhaenyra walked out of their father's bedroom and went straight to the place where the queen was imprisoned.

Lannar had already left and informed the Prime Minister to prepare for a royal meeting.

The church hall.

The sculptures of the Seven Gods were placed on the four walls, forming a circle around the open hall.

In the center of the hall, a circular altar is very eye-catching.

The skull of the Black Death, Balerion, was placed upright on the altar.

Rhaegar walked to the edge of the altar and placed his palm flat on the densely packed candles, feeling the heat of the candlelight.

As a child, he was given his first relic by the skull of Balerion.

It was here that he used white tallow candles to test the effect of [Blood and Fire from the Same Origin].

"Balerion, you are truly a great hero of the Targaryen family."

Rhaenyra came over with the child in her arms, her slender fingertips resting on Rhaegar's hand, and together they flickered the faint candlelight.

Rhaegar smiled, took her hand and said, "Come with me and meet our stepmother."

He rejected his father's sacrifice.

It's not for Allison, nor is it out of mercy.

He didn't want his father to do something against his will and lose his wife again at such an old age.

At the same time, looking at the child in her arms, she felt caring for her younger brothers and sisters.

He had grown up without a mother and didn't want to tear up his younger brothers and sisters' umbrellas in the rain.

When he was a child, he envied Aegon for having a mother, and Rhaenyra made up for the lack of affection he had.

If Allison died, he wouldn't be able to provide these emotional values.

Rainier heard the teasing, gave him a sidelong glance, and obediently went upstairs hand in hand.

Rhaegar held little Aemon in his arms and looked at Rhaenyra and little Baelon beside him, his mood as bright as early spring.

After all these years, Allison is still acceptable.

There's no point in targeting her, just leave it to your father to deal with.

In contrast, Rhaegar wanted to solve the source of all trouble.

"The Hightower family is living too comfortably in Oldtown!"

……

The sanctuary, top floor attic.

It is called an attic, but in fact it is a narrow, cramped, forgotten dark room.

Rhaegar climbed up the ladder to the top floor, his body covered with spider webs and dust.

"Woooooooo..."

At the end of the corridor, suppressed crying could be heard faintly from a tattered wooden door.

(End of this chapter)