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

Chapter 482: Viserys: I'll just give up my throne!
Seeing that neither Rhaegar nor his son said anything, Collis felt something was wrong and his anger grew.

He shed blood for the kingdom, he gave his eldest son to the Targaryens.

Everyone remained silent. Could it be that they looked down on Velaryon?

Whether in Westeros or Essos, contempt is always the greatest hostility of the aristocracy.

Just as he was about to continue questioning, Damon spoke again, sarcastically: "What kind of explanation do you want for tearing up the peace terms and carrying on the war to the end?"

Does Velaryon have the right, or the power, to do so?

Collis glared at me and said gloomily, "Damon, if you dare to challenge my authority again, I will not miss our friendship."

Damon was disdainful and was about to curse again.

"Damon!"

Lannar cried out, anger accumulating in her eyes.

Damon looked at his wife and reluctantly shut up.

Lannar closed her eyes in pain, toasted her father with a glass of wine, and then drank it in one gulp.

As a husband, Damon's disrespect for his father was a disrespect to his wife.

She was a sensitive woman and would not tolerate such slights.

Damon smiled and gave his brother a look seeking attention.

Viserys was puzzled. "What is this bastard doing?" he thought.

Corliss ignored his daughter's apology, looked directly at Viserys' pale face, and said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, I want to know your attitude."

Although the words were said this way, they were full of coercion.

If he doesn't get a satisfactory answer tonight, he will have to reconsider the relationship between the two families.

Resigned as Sea Lord and withdrew Velaryon's fleet.

He couldn't control Daemon, but as for his wife Rhaenys and daughter Laena, the Iron Throne could never let them ride dragons to serve him again.

This proves the indispensable importance of House Velaryon.

Viserys heard this, his brows knitted together, and he said unhappily, "Sacrifice is part of war. Even I nearly died, and my child paid with an eye for it."

"Compensation is also part of the war!"

Collis's eyes were burning and he refused to let go.

Rhaegar drank half a bowl of goat's milk, coaxed the drowsy Baelon to sleep, and gave him a look without saying a word.

Opposite him, Aegon was always ready. He coughed lightly and slowly stood up.

Rainier and Allison looked at the boy almost at the same time, with surprise in their eyes.

What is this kid trying to do!

Aegon pushed his chair away, walked around the table and came to Corlys and Rhaenys, and grabbed a handful of Helena's hair.

Helena:…

Emond glared and shouted in his heart: "This guy is really sick."

"Cough cough."

Aegon licked his lips, bent down and offered a glass of wine to Rhaenys, and whispered, "Aunt, I feel very sorry for what happened to my cousin Laninor. I hope you can get out of the shadow soon."

Rhaenys glanced at him and said politely, "I will."

"Hmph!" Collis snorted coldly when he heard this.

The cat cries over the rat and shows false compassion. Who are they performing for?

Aegon turned his head, staring at Corliss with shining eyes, took the bottle and poured another glass of wine.

This time, everyone's eyes were on him.

Aegon came closer, holding the wine glass, and lowered his voice: "Lord Corliss, I am sorry for the loss of your eldest son."

Collis looked straight ahead, raised his head and straightened his collar, not bothering to pay attention to him.

Aegon was very shameless. He stole a glance at Rhaenys, made sure she wasn't paying attention, and continued to close the distance.

In a tactful tone, he said, "If you are really sad about losing an heir, why don't you give birth to another one yourself? Although my aunt is old and ugly, I believe you are still as good as ever."

Hearing this, Collis froze, unable to believe what he heard.

Aegon continued with a lewd smile: "Don't worry, even if a bastard child is born, it is not a strange thing among the nobles."

As soon as he finished speaking, Collis was ignited and exploded like a firecracker.

boom!
Collis slammed the table and stood up, his eyes filled with anger and glaring with murderous intent.

He guarantees it!
He wanted to make the king's outspoken second son pay the price.

There was a loud bang on the table, startling everyone present.

Sister Benila was startled and looked at her grandfather timidly.

Helena and Emond looked puzzled and stared at Collis.

Little Darren was eating and was startled by the noise, choking and his little face turned red.

Only Damon remained calm and watched the scene with great interest.

He was very curious about what shocking words his second nephew had said to arouse the sea snake's evil heart.

"Gulu~"

Faced with Corliss's terrifying spirit of making nine voyages, Aegon swallowed subconsciously and retreated guiltily.

I can’t afford to offend you. I can’t afford to offend you.

Get out of here quickly.

"Aegon, what did you say?"

Allison looked at his son in surprise, not understanding why he was taking the initiative to provoke him.

Rhaenys and Rhaenyra were equally surprised, their eyes darting back and forth between the two.

Aegon wouldn't be so stupid as to provoke Corliss.

With Collis's ability to cultivate his qi, he shouldn't be angered by a young boy.

at this time.

creak-

Rhaegar handed Baelon to Rhaenyra, hit his legs against the chair, and stood up decisively.

Collis cast a cold look at him.

Rhaegar said nothing, just looked at him calmly, and openly provoked a confrontation.

As if to say: "Come at me if you dare!"

He is the heir to the Iron Throne, the leader of his brothers and sisters, and the most powerful dragon rider of the Targaryens.

If the sea snake has any objections, just come at me. Aegon lowered his head and walked back to his original seat silently, revealing an innocent face.

All that needs to be said has been said.

"Prince, do you have anything to say?"

Collis was shocked and angry, and asked in a cold voice, enunciating each word.

Rhaegar had a blank expression on his face and said calmly: "Who are you talking to, sea snake!"

In a tit-for-tat negotiation, the first thing to see is who loses patience first.

Collis needs help from others, so don't try to act superior.

Do you really think that if you can put pressure on one Targaryen when a man and a woman make love, you can put pressure on all Targaryens?

If the position of the minister is still unclear, Rhaegar does not recommend treating him as the second Mond Hightower.

creak-

Damon also stood up from his chair, grabbed Lanar's hand, and stared at Collis eagerly.

That look was like a hunter eyeing a piece of game.

Collis averted his gaze, swept his gloomy eyes over the uncle and nephew, and sneered in his heart.

It turned out that she was waiting for him here, wanting to fight to the death.

For a moment, the atmosphere of the dinner party froze, and the air around seemed to have dropped to zero point.

Rhaegar just stood there, like an insurmountable wall, staring deeply.

Collis clenched his fists, and even though he was old, his tall body still exuded the aura of a veteran.

Damon needed no further explanation, he could no longer wait to take action.

Tonight, someone has to pay the price.

Boom!Boom!
Suddenly, a knocking sound was heard.

Viserys drummed his fingers on the table, his expression extremely solemn, and stood up slowly and stiffly.

"Be careful."

Allison supported him from the side and gave his usual reminder.

"Don't worry, I'm not that fragile."

Viserys patted her hand, resting it on her arm. He cast his gaze upon the three men standing there, and said, "I am still alive, and you must argue before a dying man like me?"

He glared at Damon and said in a more serious tone, "You can't even tolerate a dinner party, but you have to be on the verge of a fight!"

Damon's face fell and he sat back in his seat angrily.

Viserys looked at Corliss, his expression unchanged: "Lord Corliss, you sit down too!"

Collis remained unmoved and looked unfriendly.

Rhaenys glanced at her husband and turned her head away helplessly.

Viserys was displeased. He almost shouted, "Your king commands you to sit down!"

Collis hesitated for a moment, weighed the pros and cons in his mind, and sat back in his chair with his head down.

"very good!"

Viserys took two breaths, first looked at his eldest son with a complicated look, then looked around and said sincerely: "Everyone, I know clearly that there are many hidden dangers in the family, and there are misunderstandings between us."

Hearing this, Allison lowered his head dejectedly.

Little Darren noticed that his mother was unhappy, and he stammered, "Father..."

“Don’t interrupt me!”

Viserys scolded, and his youngest son shrank back in fear, his face turning pale.

The dinner was completely silent, and everyone looked at the young king who was no longer young.

Viserys's breathing became heavier. He continued, "We are dragons, descendants of old Valyria. We are strong in unity."

"I hope that everyone can complain less and let bygones be bygones."

Rhaegar still stood there, staring at his father in a daze, and heard a hint of hidden meaning.

Viserys understood what the sea serpent wanted, so he said, "Lord Corliss, I understand your request, and the Iron Throne will give you the answer you deserve."

Compared with his eldest son's tough approach, he prefers a gentle approach.

But he did not act on his own.

Viserys seemed to be thinking of something, tears welled up in his eyes, and he said with emotion: "Look at me, my body is getting old, and I spend most of the day sleeping."

Daemon lowered his eyes and looked at his brother's tired face, which was very different from what he remembered.

My heart was inevitably touched.

Viserys said, smiling with relief, and continued: "As I woke up from my bed tonight, I suddenly realized something."

"I'm old!"

After a short pause, he smiled self-deprecatingly: "Of course, compared to the longevity of my grandfather, the Centenarian King, I may be ten years younger."

Hearing this joke, no one present could laugh.

Rhaenys was very perceptive. She asked, "Viserys, what do you want to say?"

"Cousin, you can always guess what I'm thinking."

Viserys stopped his useless sighs, regained his serious expression, and said seriously: "The kingdom needs a young, responsible, and energetic king. I am obviously not qualified at the moment."

He sighed deeply, as if admitting his shortcomings.

Viserys looked at his eldest son with a loving gaze, and said softly, "I think it is time to abdicate and hand over the throne to a qualified king."

"Rhaegar!"

Viserys called out.

Rhaegar seemed to have just woken up from a dream and quickly responded: "Father, you..."

Viserys waved his hand, looking nostalgic. "Don't be so quick to refuse. You are my eldest son, the boy Emma sacrificed her life for. You deserve everything."

He did not mention Rhaegar's wisdom, his martial arts, or the dark dragons he rode, or his leadership qualities in every battle.

In his eyes, Rhaegar's status as the eldest son born to Emma surpassed everything.

All of the above are merely additional conditions and cannot occupy a dominant position.

Finally, he glanced at everyone present.

Viserys's eyes returned to Rhaegar.

Looking at that handsome face that looked like a demon, with a bit of Emma's shadow, he said solemnly: "Rhaegar, my child, the iron chair that hurt me so deeply is handed over to you."

"You come and inherit my throne!"

(End of this chapter)