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

Chapter 468: Riding the Dragon with the Son
Rhaegar's eyes flickered, and he pushed aside the spider webs on the ground and walked to the door.

dong dong!

There was a knock on the shabby wooden door that smelled of decay.

Suddenly, the wailing behind the door stopped and turned into a flurry of movement.

Rhaegar cut open the partition on the wooden door, and a beam of light shone into the dark and damp little room.

"who!!"

Allison curled up in the corner of the room, with his arms wrapped in blood-soaked gauze in front of him to block out the sudden light.

Rhaegar didn't answer, just watched.

As if he knew someone was watching him, Allison forced himself to remain calm and quickly wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with gauze.

She is the queen!

My self-esteem got in the way and I didn't want others to see my miserable side.

Lei Jia's heart was as calm as water, and he said calmly: "It's me, don't you want me to come back?"

Allison froze at the sound, and turned towards the door with his tear-stained pale face.

The light was blinding, and Rhaegar's face was in the sun.

next second.

"Rhaegar!"

Allison screamed and rushed to the door like crazy, trying to block the space between the partitions.

Rhaegar stepped back and allowed her to try to cover up her mistake.

The change of status from queen to prisoner was indeed hard to accept.

Allison screamed like crazy for a long time until his voice became hoarse and he calmed down with a violent cough.

"You get out of the way, I'll come."

Rainier squeezed to the door and looked through the partition with hatred at Allison who was sitting on the ground.

At this time, Allison was leaning against the wooden door, her green dress was messy and dirty, looking like a noble woman living on the street.

A trace of relief flashed in Rhaenyra's eyes, and she said coldly: "Alison, don't be like a shrew and look up at me."

Allison's body stiffened, but her pride made her not want to retreat. She raised her head and stared at him with bloodshot eyes.

As he retreated a distance, his entire face was exposed outside the partition.

When Rhaenyra saw it clearly, she was slightly startled.

In just one night, Allison's beautiful face was completely changed.

His face was pale and bloodless, his lips were frighteningly white, his eye bags were deep and thick, and his face was severely swollen.

Rhaenyra had a blank expression on her face. She held little Baelon against her cheek, making sure the other party could see it completely. She sneered, "Thanks to you, my children are born, two boys of pure blood."

As he spoke, he waved to Rhaegar and took the sleeping little Aemon.

Rhaenyra held a pair of twins in her arms and showed them off with great fanfare: "These are my two children. Can you see clearly enough?"

Once upon a time, she suffered countless injustices, both openly and secretly, just because Alicent gave birth to Aegon, the heir.

You, Allison, are not the only one in the world who can have children.

Rhaenyra was really happy that she didn't chop off Alison's head, so she had the chance to show her child well.

Seeing Allison's face distorted by jealousy.

Rhaegar stepped aside and watched the two women's deep hatred.

In the small dark room, Allison stared at Rainiera and the two babies, and a trace of struggle appeared in his red and swollen eyes.

Allison sat down on the damp and moldy floor and said stubbornly, "So what? Having children is just a woman's fate. It's the same for everyone."

Rhaenyra retorted: "Your fate also includes this rat-infested attic?"

"you!"

Allison's chest was heaving with anger and his throat was so sore that he couldn't speak.

Rhaenyra continued without hesitation, "My children have a father who loves them. How much of that love can your children get?"

Allison glared at her, wishing she could rush out and tear her mouth apart.

She couldn't hold her temper any longer.

Just as the saying goes.

Lies don't hurt, the truth is the sharpest knife.

Looking at the two women verbally attacking each other, Rhaegar's scalp tingled. He pulled away the excited Rhaenyra and whispered, "I'll talk to her. You take care of the children first."

Rhaenyra closed her sexy little mouth and looked down at the twins in her arms.

The two little guys woke up, opened their two pairs of purple eyes, and looked up at their mother with curiosity and fear.

They were awakened by their mother's taunts.

Rainier blushed and said embarrassedly, "I'll go downstairs and wait for you."

I feel so happy that I have got my revenge.

She's going to calm down for a while.

Rhaegar watched her climb down the stairs, shaking his head and laughing.

Rainier has suffered a lot of injustice over the years, and the way she seeks revenge is so adorable.

The smile faded and his eyes returned to Allison.

Alicent said stiffly, with a straight face, "What about Viserys? How is he?"

"You still have time to worry about your father." Rhaegar asked back.

Allison snorted coldly, not wanting to waste words.

"You want to stop me from suppressing the Faith of the Seven?"

Rhaegar's eyes were cold, and he asked again: "Why?"

He didn't ask why, because every idiot has his reasons.

He was just curious as to why Allison had endured it for so many years, not even making a fuss when Emond lost an eye, and whether things would soon turn around.

Having a seizure at this time is really unpleasant for everyone.

Alison said coldly: "The peace terms are the work of His Majesty the Elder King. You are playing with fire and getting burned by being an enemy of the Faith of the Seven Gods."

Rhaegar narrowed his eyes and asked, "Do you know the circumstances under which my great-grandfather signed the terms with the Faith of the Seven?"

Allison was speechless for a moment.

Of course she knew, but the background was not good.

Maegor I died tragically on the Iron Throne, and Jaehaerys hastily ascended the throne.

At that time, the entire continent was in the midst of a crusade against the Targaryen dynasty by the Faith of the Seven Gods.

Jaehaerys lay dormant for many years, taking back the kingship from his biological mother and stepfather, and immediately set about uniting the faith of the Seven Gods to consolidate his ruling position on the Iron Throne.

Seeing her look, Rhaegar lost interest in the conversation and said calmly, "Whatever you think, it doesn't matter anyway."

He dusted off his robe, stood up and left: "You made a mistake, be prepared to atone for the rest of your life."

A narrow-minded, visionless and stupid woman is not worth wasting your time.

It is more important to stabilize the palace as soon as possible and resolve the issue of the old town.

Watching Rainier and Rhaegar leave, Allison's fear of darkness resurfaced in his heart. He wanted to stop them but couldn't open his mouth.

She wasn't stupid enough to think she could get away with it.

Just as Lei Ke was about to disappear at the end of the corridor, Allison burst into tears, pointed at his swollen throat, and sobbed, "His Majesty the Centenary King often praises my beautiful voice and likes me to read to him."

Rhaegar paused, then left calmly.

In the dim attic, the only sound was once again the suppressed and sad crying.

……

Rhaegar walked out of the sept and saw Rhaenyra sitting on the edge of the flower bed, struggling to coax her two children.

The two little guys were quite heavy and it was quite tiring for their mother.

Lei Kua stepped forward to take over the two twisted and rebellious children, and teased: "Remember to bring a maid with you next time you show up, otherwise I'm afraid you will drop the two children on the ground."

Rhaenyra rubbed her sore arm, rolled her eyes at the words, and said, "It's amazing that Alisson didn't get hysterical. I thought she would collapse because of this."

"Whatever."

Rhaegar said casually. Rhaenyra lowered her eyes and said dejectedly, "I would rather she and I have a big fight, with some of the flavor of childhood."

Rhaegar's eyes were surprised, and slowly turned into understanding, and he said something philosophical: "She had no choice, but she still chose."

Rhaenyra smiled, opened her arms again, and clapped her hands to signal him to return a swaddling cloth.

……

Time flies, half a month later.

Red Keep, Throne Hall.

In the hall paved with black stones, court officials, led by the Grand Chancellor, gathered together.

Everyone's attention was attracted by a figure.

Surrounded by two white knights, Rhaegar walked out slowly in a black dragon riding suit.

His eyes swept over the ministers and walked towards the Iron Throne surrounded by swords.

Rega had a calm expression as he stepped onto the stairs where swords were crisscrossed. He ignored the cold flashing swords around him and walked to the top step by step.

He turned around and sat down safely on the cold and hard iron chair in front of all the court officials.

The Iron Throne has no backrest or armrests, and is surrounded by sharp blades on all sides.

This is the will of the conquerors, to warn future kings that the throne is never comfortable.

Rega sat upright, holding the true fire pestle in one hand, looking down at his ministers from above.

At the foot of the Iron Throne, Erik and Alec stood guard with swords in hand, their eyes fixed straight ahead.

The ministers were silent, looking at the crown prince sitting on the Iron Throne as usual.

The king was recuperating in bed, and the crown prince was in charge of handling the government affairs that had accumulated over the past six months.

Rhaegar pondered for a moment, then took the initiative to speak: "Lord Lionel, has the grain transport team from the Reach set out to transport the prince's palace?"

After sitting on the iron chair for half a month, he began to understand the style of the ministers.

As long as he doesn't ask, they will all sleepwalk calmly.

After saying this, Leonor walked out of the queue and said solemnly, "Let's set off. Princess Helena has sent a letter and will personally escort the grain transport team."

As soon as the prime minister opened his mouth, the ministers started talking.

Lin Man stepped out slowly, holding a list and reporting: "According to what His Highness said, an area in King's Landing will be selected to build the Seven Star Cathedral. The site has been selected and cleared."

As the execution progress was said, he began to complain: "The kingdom has been at war with the Three Women and Dorne, the treasury has been overpaid, and the cost of the temple is also a considerable expense."

As a qualified finance minister and treasury manager, he would feel sorry for and advise anyone in power against spending money.

Rhaegar was speechless and comforted him, "Lord Linman, the royal family supports the establishment of the Protestant Church, and the current expenditure is worth it."

According to the intelligence chief's report.

In the past half month, hundreds of missionaries and nuns have migrated out of the old town and voluntarily devoted themselves to the construction of Protestantism.

Compared to useless prayers in the Starry Temple, a visible and tangible "Son of God" is more convincing.

The meeting soon came to an end.

Lionel said: "There are two vacancies in the Kingsguard. I have announced to the whole nation to select qualified candidates as soon as possible to fill the vacancies."

"Just as you say."

The council finally ended. Rhaegar stretched and said with a smile, "I have to go to Oldtown. I'll leave the court to you, my lords."

The ministers in front of the emperor looked at each other and agreed reluctantly.

After treatment with special perfumed powder, the king stayed awake for several hours every day, enough to ensure the normal operation of the palace.

Rhaegar stepped down from the Iron Throne and couldn't wait to go out.

The ministers thought about it and followed together.

To the Crown Prince for practice.

……

Shenmulin, back garden.

"Hiss-"

The Glutton crawled on the ground, swinging its dragon tail in annoyance.

Not far away, Syrax stopped and waited.

Rhaenyra put on her dragon riding suit for the first time in a long time, holding her two children in her arms.

At this time, the two children stared at the glutton with their eyes wide open, without blinking.

A giant dragon as black as charcoal gave the two little babies a great shock.

"I am coming."

Rhaegar walked through the godswood and came forward with a smile to accept a swaddling cloth.

When I opened it, I saw the quiet little Bellon.

"Let's go."

Rhaenyra's eyes were bright. She tied little Aemon's swaddling clothes to her chest and climbed onto the dragon's back decisively and sat down.

Rhaegar was about to say something but stopped himself. He also tied up little Baelon and rode on the Glutton's back.

After making sure everything was correct, Rhaenyra gave the order: "Syrax, fly!"

"Hiss!!"

Syrax was very well behaved. He took two steps on his hind legs and flew up into the sky, soaring over the Red Castle.

"Hiss-"

The Glutton roared in a low voice, like a mountain of coal rising from the ground, and its dark wings enveloped the entire Red Castle.

In the back garden, the ministers looked up and watched the prince and princess dancing with the dragon.

"Hiss!"

Syrax was playful in nature. He flapped his wings and circled the Red Castle twice, then flew over the city of King's Landing.

"Giggle..."

Little Aemon curled up in Rhaenyra's arms, looking at the white clouds with his eyes, and opened his little mouth to let out a crisp laugh.

Rhaegar followed closely behind on his Glutton, flying over King's Landing as if on display, attracting countless civilians to watch.

Little Belron's clear eyes widened, and his little hands stretched out of the swaddling clothes, trying to grab the clouds in the blue sky.

Rhaegar looked down at his son, kissed his forehead gently, and chuckled, "Well done, you are worthy of being my son."

"Giggle~"

Little Belron shook his head, thinking his father was playing with him, and couldn't help laughing.

King's Landing, in the city.

Whether it was Silk Street or Flea Bottom, civilians appeared in every corner, looking up expectantly.

The news that Princess Rhaenyra had safely given birth to a child had already spread throughout King's Landing, and the Crown Prince even held a seven-day soup kitchen to feed the hungry.

The common people stretched their necks and looked at the two circling dragons, hoping to see the two little princes.

"Long live the little prince!"

Someone shouted loudly, and the sound spread out in all directions like a wave.

"Long live the little prince!"

"Long live the Targaryens!"

"Let's take a look at your Highness..."

The civilians cheered, following the flight paths of the two giant dragons, waving their arms and shouting to their heart's content.

The whole King's Landing was boiling with excitement, as if it was a grand event known to the world.

"Hiss-"

The Glutton let out a long howl, trying not to damage the buildings below, and flank to reveal the figure behind him.

Rhaegar's silver hair fluttered as he held little Baelon in his arms, and the two, big and small, laughed heartily.

Rhaenyra was right, the two children should be shown in front of the people of King's Landing.

Following the example of her grandmother Alessa, she rode the dragon and took the two newborns into the sky.

Targaryens were born on dragonback.

(End of this chapter)