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

Chapter 603: Rainier: I want to complain!

Two months later.

It is October now and the weather on both sides of the Narrow Sea is still warm.

Rees, port.

A huge fleet sailed in, and more than a dozen warships were damaged, as if they had encountered a storm at sea.

"Hiss-"

The dragon wings as black as charcoal swept across the sky above the city-state, causing countless residents to shout.

……

Roofless dragon cave.

The Glutton folded its wings and landed with a thud, raising a cloud of dust.

Several dragon trainers rushed forward, holding bamboo sticks to drive the giant dragon back to its nest.

"Roar……"

The glutton looked on with disdain, shook off the stupid human who was in the way, and found a corner in the palace to lie down.

"Don't worry about it. You don't have to enter the dragon pit again."

Rhaegar's expression was calm, which dispelled the dragon keeper's doubts.

After the long summer slumber, the gluttons greatly satisfied their hunger and their bodies grew rapidly.

After several months of hard work, it is almost reaching 170 meters.

The bond between the man and the dragon is deep, and they sense that the growth trend is continuing.

boom!boom!
The Glutton snorted heavily and swung his dragon tail to slap the ground comfortably.

The dark and cramped dragon pit can no longer accommodate it.

"Welcome back, Your Majesty."

The dragon tamer had a shrewd look in his eyes and sensed the beast's resistance, so he retreated respectfully.

Rhaegar waved and looked at the person who greeted him.

"Father!……"

Imon's face was excited and he rushed forward cheering.

With a smile in his eyes, Rhaegar bent down and picked up his clever second son, and asked seriously: "Did you listen to your mother and finish your homework on time?"

"Of course."

Aemon threw his head back and patted his chest hard.

He is the smartest among his brothers and sisters.

"Your Majesty, welcome back."

Benilla was more mature and bowed gracefully.

Rayna followed her sister and smiled, "God bless you."

"Everything is fine. Go see your father and grandfather."

Rhaegar smiled and stared at the beautiful figure coming towards him.

With red eyes, Rainier walked up to him and resisted the urge to hug him, her hands tangled together helplessly.

It has been nearly half a year since we last met, and I can't sleep alone every night.

I can't suppress my inner longing for you, but I'm not sure what the other person is thinking.

There is always a thorn in my heart.

"I am back."

Rhaegar seemed to be able to read people's minds and tell the simplest words.

Hearing this, Rainier could no longer control herself and tears flowed down her cheeks.

"Rhaegar, I missed you so much."

His voice was choked with sobs, and he rushed forward like a young swallow returning to its nest.

Rhaegar threw away the clinging Aemon and opened his arms to welcome him.

The two hugged each other tightly, feeling each other's breath.

"I miss you as well."

Rhaegar smiled, enjoying the warmth of the moment.

puff-

Aemon fell to the ground with a thud, grimacing in pain.

Looking at the reunited parents, his lips pouted.

Benila grabbed his ears and said rudely, "You're an eyesore, let's go."

Yimon felt wronged and dared not say a word.

A few of the younger ones walked away to look for the bloodworms flying towards the beach.

……

noon.

The sun is shining brightly and the sky is clear.

High tower, warm greenhouse.

"I'll give you your whip back."

Rhaenyra's eyes never left his gaze, her fingertips brushed across his neck, and she took out the dragon taming whip.

"You can keep it."

Rhaegar shook his head, a little proud: "I have better."

Being able to retrieve a dragon horn from the sea of ​​smoke can help you overcome too much suffering.

The journey back was relatively peaceful, but we encountered numerous storms and attacks.

"You should keep it. I have no use for it."

Rhaenyra refused to accept it and stuffed it into the other's arms: "The dragon's horn cannot be moved easily. This is more convenient."

As he spoke, he stared at the other person's thin face, which was as pale as paper, then lowered his head and wiped the corners of his eyes.

Rhaegar pursed his lips slightly, lay sideways on the flower bed, and rested his head on his soft thighs.

The journey lasted half a year, and I spent three months in the sea of ​​smoke alone.

The depressing atmosphere was almost driving everyone crazy.

Rhaenyra's eyes were wet, and she reached out to touch Rhaegar's cheek, afraid that she would lose it if she was not careful.

Even so, it is difficult to hide her beautiful face.

He dressed up carefully to welcome Rhaegar, and then changed into casual clothes when he returned to the tower.

She wore a black off-the-shoulder dress, a Valyrian steel necklace around her neck, and her silver hair was braided into an exquisite braid and tied behind her head.

Sitting in the sunny greenhouse, with white toes touching the glass floor.

After a brief moment of intimacy, my heart gradually calmed down.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Rhaegar buried his face in his flat belly and muffled the sound.

The huge seven countries and both sides of the Narrow Sea are not so easy to govern.

How many people are secretly doing bad things, hoping that the power of the royal family will be weakened.

As soon as these words came out of her mouth, Rhaenyra's toes curled up and she lowered her head in shame.

Rhaegar sensed something was wrong and asked without even looking up, "What's wrong?"

Unless the sky falls.

Rhaenyra bit her lower lip and said nervously, "Braavos... and Dorne..."

She explained the major events that had happened in the past six months, and her beautiful eyes revealed stubbornness. Rhaegar listened halfway and hugged her slender waist and took a deep breath.

The situation was much better than expected, the sky did not fall.

Two wars in total.

Braavos allies with Pentos and clashes with fleets of Velaryon, Gulltown and others in the central Narrow Sea.

The Sheep Thief and Tesserion went into battle and achieved considerable success.

A month ago, we learned that Rhaegar had safely emerged from the Sea of ​​Smoke.

Braavos was the first to withdraw, and Pentos also raised the white flag.

The more difficult part is Dorne.

The resigned Dorne steward was assassinated and the young Prince Quayle was nearly taken hostage, but fortunately the situation was initially stabilized.

Led by a resistance group calling themselves the "Orphans of the Greenblood", Dorne's opposition forces once again rioted.

After failing to capture Yangji City for a long time, he hid in the desert and disappeared.

From time to time, they would come out to rob some minor noble, causing chaos in Dorne.

Rhaegar rubbed his cheek and whispered, "Don't worry, just let them do whatever they want."

Braavos and Pentos are too strong to be suitable for war.

Dorne has always been a place with unruly people, so it is not surprising that there are divided opinions on the rule of the Iron Throne.

First, there will be a few years of internal strife, then Dorne's external conflicts will be transferred internally and the external hatred will be weakened.

The Targaryens will only grow stronger.

On the contrary, how many years can Dorne, with its barren land, last?
“I’m just afraid that I won’t do it well enough.”

Rhaenyra sniffed and said in a muffled voice, “When you’re not here, they all bully me.”

Rhaegar was startled when he heard this, and raised his head suddenly.

Listen to the aggrieved tone of the voice, which bastard caused this?

"Who?"

Rhaegar asked bluntly.

Rhaenyra glanced at him and shook her head vigorously as if she were ashamed.

"You tell me, then I can make the decision for you."

A black line appeared on Rhaegar's forehead, and he looked very serious.

Bang bang bang!
There was a knock on the door, and Lanar's voice came:
"There is a letter from the King's Landing that needs your Majesty's review."

Just as Rainier was about to complain, she suppressed her grievances and said, "Come in."

creak-

Lanaer pushed the door open and walked in, her boots clacking on the glass floor.

Seeing that Rhaegar was there, he glanced at Rhaenyra inquiringly and said calmly, "Please read the letter from the regent."

Rhaenyra blinked, took the envelope and opened it.

"regent?"

Rhaegar was neither deaf nor blind, and he said angrily: "Which regent!"

Lanar's lips curled up slightly, and he said, "Of course it's the Regent Prince, Aemond."

Rhaegar's eyes went dark and he almost choked.

No wonder Rainier looked so stupid and like a punching bag, it turns out there are people who are not afraid of death.

Lanar continued: "After Aemond burned the fleets of Braavos and Pentos, he took the initiative to apply for the position of regent and negotiate with the two city-states on behalf of the Iron Throne."

“Who gave him the power?”

Rhaegar looked at Rhaenyra in disbelief.

Rhaenyra looked at him calmly and said, "No one, he sealed it himself."

"I'll deal with this bastard when I get back."

Rhaegar's back teeth itched, and he asked again, "What did the letter say?"

He can accept anything.

A lawless bastard who even forgot what I told him before he left.

After Rhaenyra had made her complaint, she felt much better.

Give the letter to Lannar and ask her to help read it.

Lannar rolled her eyes and read the letter clearly.

The two women's little movements caught Rega's eyes and caused a little surprise.

Rhaegar looked Lanaar up and down.

Compared with before departure, my complexion is much better.

Even with a big belly and wearing a loose white dress, she couldn't hide her capable and heroic spirit.

Lannar turned a blind eye to this and continued reading the letter.

Daemon returned, and brought back a strong, beautiful blue dragon.

The couple discussed and concluded that the baby dragon was an unborn fetus in the womb.

"Civil strife in Qohor... Bartimos was stabbed and seriously injured... Pull away to rescue..."

Lannar's voice was charming, and it became gradually solemn halfway through.

After listening to the whole thing, Rhaegar's face darkened: "Bartimos is such a fool. He insists on implementing policies that will harm the people!"

Otto and Bartimos worked together to govern Qohor.

The latter conscripted civilians to repair the city walls, raised tax rates and issued a city gate tax, which directly caused riots among the local people.

The Dothraki cavalry were not good at street fighting, and most of the warriors withdrew from the city-state and camped in the forest outside the city.

Kohor was lost overnight, and the culprit, Bartimos, was nearly captured and executed.

Aemond has rushed back to Qohor, sent a message to Rhaenyra to return to King's Landing, and allocated material support.

"What a loud tone."

Rhaenyra was speechless and said angrily, "Does he really think he is the regent and can give me orders?"

There were no rules at all and he didn't take her seriously at all.

"The focus is on Qohor."

Lanar interjected quietly.

Rhaenyra's eyes widened, and she laughed angrily: "Do you think that mob can stop the sheep thieves?"

Given Aemond's vengeful nature, he would rather pity the civilians who are about to die in the fire than worry about the riots.

Lanar closed her mouth and indicated that you were right.

Rhaenyra pinched the side of Rhaegar's face and sighed: "What do you say?"

"You don't look like you're seeking a solution."

Rhaegar held the soft jade-like hand and said helplessly: "I will return to King's Landing tomorrow to visit my father first, and then deal with Qohor."

"you said!"

Rainiera didn't hold back and applied a little force with her fingertips.

After enduring Emond's contempt for so long, someone had to vent her anger.

"I promise."

Rhaegar raised his hands in surrender, closed his eyes and lay in the same position for a while.

After running around for half a year, it's time to enjoy myself.

(End of this chapter)