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

Chapter 479: The miserable Otto (Happy Dragon Boat Festival)

"Peace!"

Rhaegar said in a firm tone, "Those who need to be conquered have been conquered, and those who need to surrender have chosen to kneel. The kingdom needs to rest and recuperate."

Daemon frowned, not convinced: "There are still many rebels in Dorne, and Braavos is just pretending to be compliant."

"This is my father's wish." Rhaegar's eyes sparkled.

The new Sea King of Braavos offered good peace terms, willing to put an end to the Dorne rebellion and maintain trade in the disputed lands.

The Targaryens had no reason to refuse.

Daemon obviously didn't think so. He thought his nephew was using his brother to pressure him, and said unhappily, "As long as Viserys is willing, we can block the waters of Dorne and kill those sand guys sooner or later."

"Braavos is right at the edge of the Shivering Sea. A few dragons flying over there could bombard it into ruins within a month."

Viserys was weak, and desired a false peace.

Rhaegar shook his head and chuckled. He did not deny the good uncle's strategy, but asked: "Have the ruins of Tyrosh been rebuilt?"

"Hmm?" Damon narrowed his eyes.

Rhaegar glanced at his unconscious father and continued, "To this day, Lys and Myr have not yet been rebuilt, and hundreds of thousands of people are struggling to get enough food every day. We cannot just occupy a city of ashes."

After occupying the Three Women's Kingdom for several months, they have not yet carried out real rule.

Now that the Martell family of Dorne has taken the lead in announcing its surrender, the Dorne territory, which was reduced to ashes by the dragon's wrath, will also be incorporated into the territory of the Iron Throne.

But occupation and rule are two different things.

Rhaegar couldn't help but laugh. "Interesting, I haven't yet arranged for the civil servants to come to Lys and Myr.

Damon's eyes flashed dangerously, and he warned: "If we don't take advantage of the moment now, it will be difficult to have such a good situation in the future."

He acknowledged the difficult and complicated problems raised by his nephew.

The Targaryens have the power to conquer Dorne and the Free Cities, but they lack the corresponding governance capabilities.

The most important thing.

Today, Tyrosh is still using the officials it had before the conquest, and when he is away from the city-state, it is all managed by Messalia.

The only reason for not wanting to give up the war is inner pride and the desire for trust.

Lei Jia understood his uncle's thoughts and said, "You can't become fat if you eat in one bite. Instead, you will choke to death."

After conquering the Three Kingdoms of Women and Dorne, the territory included the Stepstone Islands, the Sea of ​​Dorne, and the Summer Sea. Governance and garrisoning alone were difficult issues.

The amount of money spent is an astronomical figure.

Since his father was bedridden, he had only one thought for the time being.

Stop the war, recover the gains from new territory, and accumulate wealth for the next war.

Damon lowered his head and thought deeply, considering the wealth and prestige he had gained from this war, and the great cause he had planned, and said coldly, "What do you want me to do?"

"Support me and my father, and don't stand on the side of the sea snake to help the evil."

Rhaegar was blunt.

"The sea snake is just seeking revenge for his son."

"Do you believe this yourself?"

Rhaegar asked back, revealing the truth: "The Sea Serpent lost his heir, and he just wanted to use the war to drag everyone down and satisfy his own selfish desires."

House Velaryon is more than just the Sea Serpents.

The late Wymond Velaryon raised five sons.

This does not include the bloodlines of other branches.

The fundamental reason why the sea snake refused to let go was that it was unwilling to hand over Chaotou Island, which it had pushed to the top, to outsiders, and wanted to buy some room for itself.

Damon said: "Since you see it so clearly, you should know that he and I are on the same side."

That was his father-in-law and best ally.

Rhaegar glanced at him and said calmly, "I will confer upon you the title of Prince of Tyrosh, and Tyrosh will be the seat of the family you founded."

Damon smiled evilly: "Deal."

It is better to occupy it secretly than to divide it openly.

This is what he wants.

Fiefdom/recognition!

……

In the evening, the sun sets.

After receiving the envoys from Braavos and Dorne, Lyonel led both parties to the throne room.

At this time, the hall was full of people.

Rhaegar, holding Blackfyre in his hand, sat on the Iron Throne, looking down from above.

Daemon sat first under the Iron Throne, with an unpredictable smile on his face.

"Prince, the messenger has arrived."

Leonor stood opposite Damon and respectfully introduced the two envoys.

The Braavos side was a thin man with brown curly hair and a golden watch hanging on his chest. He exuded a refined and rigorous demeanor.

On Dorne's side was a tall young man with white hair, blue eyes, and wearing a set of heavy plate armor.

The lean man bowed and spoke first: "Respected Breaker of Shackles, Bels of Braavos sends you sincere greetings. May you inherit the greatness and wisdom of the Conqueror."

"Please get up!"

Rega said loudly.

The tall young man stepped forward, placed one hand on his chest, and said respectfully: "Doris of the Dayne family, on behalf of Prince Quayle of Sunspear City, greets you."

Rhaegar took a special look at him and asked, "Who is Davos Dayne to you?"

Doris' expression remained unchanged as he replied, "He is my cousin, the strongest knight in Starfall City, the deceased Sword of Buddha's Dawn."

Rhaegar nodded to show that he understood, and went straight to the point: "The proposal of the Sea King of Braavos is very tempting. The Iron Throne yearns for peace and is forced to start a war."

Bells smiled slightly: "King Spandam also likes peace, and he specially asked me to bring you a gift."

After clapping their hands, several foreigners came in carrying a box.

When the box was opened, it was filled with all kinds of gold, silver, jewelry, and precious antique porcelain.

Rhaegar didn't care about it and said casually, "I received the sincerity of the Sea King." Bells waved his hand to signal his men to retreat and suggested, "The Sea King also said that the money borrowed by the Mill Bank will be settled at the best exchange rate to support the repair of the city-state."

Lei Jia raised the corner of his mouth, thinking to himself, is this a reminder for me not to cheat and not repay the loan?

However, the other party was very controversial, and he did not want to be a bad guy. He smiled and said, "Thank the Sea King for me. The Iron Bank has a long-standing reputation and will continue to lend money in the future."

Whether you pay it back or not is another matter, but you must borrow.

It would be better to delay the repayment period by sixty years and start a war to capture Braavos in advance.

Then you don’t have to pay back the money.

Bells' eyelids twitched slightly, and he cursed inwardly that he was a rude person.

The Iron Throne continues to borrow money, so it won't fail to pay it back, right?
Rhaegar shifted his gaze and looked at Doris, thinking of the color green.

He opened his mouth slightly, wanting to ask a question.

Suddenly, hurried footsteps were heard outside the hall, and a figure rushed in.

Collis walked up to the crowd with a gloomy face and angrily asked, "Prince, the Dorne rebellion is still going on, and the soldiers on the front line are fighting bravely. How can you negotiate peace without authorization?!"

"shut up!"

Without Rhaegar saying anything, Lionel shouted indignantly, "Lord Corliss, the person you are facing is the regent. You are just a minister in front of the king. Don't forget your status and etiquette!"

He questioned the decisions made by the king and the crown prince, and thought that he, as the prime minister, was just a figurehead.

Collis was speechless and gritted his teeth and said, "Sorry! I just have a reasonable question as a naval marshal."

The voice just fell.

Rhaenys came hurriedly, her eyes revealing a trace of indelible fatigue.

She nodded to Rhaegar at the top to show respect, then stood beside Corliss and whispered in his ear: "Look at where Daemon is standing."

Corliss was startled when he heard this, and finally noticed that Daemon was standing under the Iron Throne, looking at him with a smile on his face.

"Damn, this repetitive villain."

Collis gnashed his teeth in hatred.

The two of them had clearly agreed to do their best for each other's benefit.

Rhaenys saw through her husband's thoughts and said as if it was common sense: "Daemon is only doing his best for himself."

She has never had a good impression of Damon, her son-in-law and cousin.

Just like after rescuing Pentos, she asked him to stay and guard the disputed land.

Daemon still rushed to Dorne regardless.

Leonor interrupted the couple's whispers and said in a loud voice: "Lord Corliss, this is not the greenhouse of Tidehead Island for you to treat as you please."

Collis's already dark complexion darkened even further, and he said in a muffled voice, "Negotiation is a matter of great importance. Your Majesty and the Crown Prince should hold a royal meeting to make a decision instead of acting on their own."

Leonor was not in a good mood and was about to retort.

Rhaegar interrupted with a wave of his hand, signaling him to wait a moment.

Facing Collis's questioning, letting Leonor deal with it alone would obviously not achieve the goal.

Collis moved his gaze to Rhaegar, wanting to see if he had anything else to say.

Rhaegar tapped Blackfyre and said without a smile: "Lord Corliss, peace talks are imperative. You have no right to object."

"I am the Minister of the Navy, and in wartime I am also the Admiral of the Navy."

Collis pointed at himself with his right hand, further emphasizing his identity.

In the Narrow Sea War and the Dornish War, House Velaryon made the greatest contribution and was always the first to rush to the battlefield.

Rhaegar's eyes flickered as he said, "I know you've made a great sacrifice. If you really have any questions or difficulties, we'll hold a family dinner later and we can solve the problems together."

There are many things that cannot be said openly, especially on today's occasion.

Collis frowned, obviously reluctant.

Rhaenys pulled him aside and smiled, "We will look forward to this dinner."

He paused and said meaningfully: "It's like hoping for the Iron Throne to win, even if it costs everything, it's still worth it."

As he spoke, he stared at his nephew, believing that he would understand.

Rhaegar understood everything and said, "Don't worry, everyone will enjoy this dinner."

"Very good." Rhaenys's smile grew brighter, and she clapped her hands, "Let us take our leave first and prepare for the dinner."

"Don't you think so, Collis?"

Collis glanced slightly sideways, seeing his wife's warning look, and lowered his head helplessly: "Yes, Prince."

People have to bow their heads under the eaves.

Targaryen is no longer the Targaryen of the past, and Velaryon is no longer the Velaryon of the past.

Rhaegar smiled, "Well, dinner awaits you two."

I secretly breathed a sigh of relief, grateful for Aunt Renis's thoughtfulness.

After all, Collis had made outstanding military achievements, and even sacrificed his only son, almost extinguishing his bloodline.

Relying on Velaryon's background and relationship with Lanar.

A falling out is the worst outcome.

Rhaenys nodded to Daemon and Lionel again, then quickly left with Corliss.

Stay away from this place of right and wrong.

After the little episode, Rhaegar's eyes fell on Doris again.

Doris had been preparing for a long time and took the initiative to speak: "Prince, I encountered a suspicious person in the Summer Sea and captured him on my own initiative."

He waved his hand outside, and two knights with the Dayne family crest on their armor came in, carrying another person.

Thick curly hair, black clothes with green stripes, and a face that couldn't be more familiar.

Otto was in a miserable state, allowing two knights to hold his arms and walk him. His left leg hung limply, dragging on the cold black stone floor.

boom--

The two knights pushed hard, and Otto fell heavily to the ground, groaning in pain.

(End of this chapter)