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

Chapter 614: The Young Dragon Has Difficulty Flying High
At night, the moon and stars are rare.

The Summer Hall was peaceful and the palace was brightly lit.

"Mom, the eggshell is broken."

The little girl was holding a pile of light purple egg shells and murmured cutely.

"Hiss~~"

A newborn dragon with a brilliant purple body and milky white horns on its head squatted in the corner, looking around curiously.

Helena took a sip of her wine, bent down and picked up her daughter, thinking, "Your baby dragon has hatched, and you kept the eggshell as a souvenir."

"Oh~"

The little girl was a little disappointed.

Compared to the lively baby dragons, they prefer the round and warm dragon eggs.

You can cuddle a dragon egg while sleeping, and it won’t bite you.

Rhaegar sat nearby and said with a smile, "If Daenerys likes it, let her glue the eggshells together and keep them by the bed."

"it is good!"

The little girl's eyes lit up and she clapped her hands in applause.

"Okay, I'll find a craftsman."

Helena had a headache. She handed the jumping little kid in her arms to him and turned around to call out, "Viserion, come and have dinner."

Rega took the little guy naturally, tilted his head and let her kiss his cheek.

Daniela was very considerate and gave him a big hug with her head around his.

"Good boy, remember to take good care of the baby dragon."

Rega smiled brightly and, like a daughter-slave, he personally picked up food and fed it to his daughter.

Daniela opened her little mouth and ate slowly, chewing the food.

The little guy didn’t get as much nutrients in the stomach as his brother. He was born with pale skin and a bad problem of loss of appetite.

On the other side, Helena shouted that it was useless, picked up her skirt and walked down the dining table.

Rhaegar noticed and followed the lead.

"Hiss~~"

In the corner, the baby dragon raised its small head and lay in the soft nest made of stacked pillows.

Next to it, a boy with silver hair and purple eyes was squatting, holding a book in his hands.

"It's time to eat."

Helena was filled with helplessness and took out the damaged book she was reading.

On the cover of the book, there is an exquisite painting of thousands of ships sailing across the sea.

"I know, Mom."

The boy spoke softly, revealing a fair and cute face.

"You haven't said hello to your father yet."

Helena rubbed her son's head and reached out to pull him up from the ground.

She was lucky enough to give birth to a son and a daughter.

A daughter was born later and was named by her father, Viserys.

In memory of his ex-wife Emma Eiling's mother, one of his many cousins.

Her son was born five minutes earlier and was named by her herself.

To celebrate his father's recovery, he also reconciled with his mother Allison.

"Viserion, come to me."

Rhaegar waved his hand, motioning the little guy to sit next to him.

Speaking of which, having offspring is an achievement he is proud of.

Janie gave birth to the eldest and second daughters, and Helena gave birth to a pair of fourth children.

After her third daughter, Visenya, Rhaenyra gave birth to her youngest son, Egg, who was just one year old.

There were nine children in total, five sons and four daughters, all of pure Targaryen blood.

Leaving aside the children who died prematurely, let’s just talk about the survival rate.

His descendants have surpassed his great-grandfather, the centenarian king, and have truly brought the family's influence to another level.

"Take it one step at a time. Don't be afraid."

Helena blinked and led her son to the dining table.

Viserion lowered his head, his movements a little stiff, and from time to time he would steal a timid glance at his father who was so close to him.

"Come on, I brought you gifts."

Rhaegar smiled and took out fashionable toys such as dolls and gems that he had prepared in advance.

As the territorial expansion of family rule required increasing control.

Jenny sat in the valley without mentioning it.

After Laena's death, Rhaenyra lost an arm and had to travel back and forth between King's Landing and Lys frequently.

In view of Dorne's dishonesty, Helena temporarily lives in her fiefdom, Summerhall, and joins forces with the Tyrell and Baratheon families to guard the border.

The two children hadn't seen their father for a while and felt a little strange about him.

"Dad, eat some food."

Danyla arched her little head and grabbed a leaf and stuffed it into Rhaegar's mouth.

Rhaegar opened his mouth, accepting the slightly hasty affection.

Across the dining table, Viserion quickened his snail-like pace with envy in his eyes.

It was Helena who led him to sit next to his father, flattered.

"Pick out the gifts and see which one you like."

Rhaegar held a bowl of water level and ruffled his son's short silver hair.

The little guy is a little introverted and has never liked to talk since he was young. He always holds a picture book biography and reads it over and over again.

However, Rega has a filter for his own cubs, thinking that this is a sign of inner talent.

"I want this."

Danella was sticky, sitting in her father's arms and reaching for the dining table, her little hands grabbing a dragon-shaped doll and a blue gem.

She remembered that her uncle had a blue gem that he hid in his eye socket and didn't let her play with it.

Cheapskate!
Rega looked at the four sons and encouraged them, "Pick one or take a few more."

I haven't seen them for two or three months, so I have to offer some benefits to win their hearts.

"I……"

Viserion hesitated among the gifts.

Rhaegar was surprised and asked, "Don't like it?"

Visenya liked it very much and even stuffed a gem into her brother Ego's pants, wanting to hide it as a small treasury.

"like!"

Danella answered first, holding the doll and the gem in her arms, and continued to fish for a round little wooden sword.

"Wait a minute, let my brother choose the same thing."

Rhaegar hugged his kitten-like daughter and turned his head to look at his four sons: "Pick one. Don't be so shy."

Viserion looked at his father timidly, his hand pausing in mid-air.

"You can pick the one you like."

Rega's eyes were bright and he gave guidance with great tolerance.

Being introverted isn't a problem; he was also a loner when he was a kid.

Because of this, he prefers the equally withdrawn Maekar and treats Viserion differently. Introverts often have their own plans and are suitable for controlling the situation.

"I, I'll choose this one."

Viserion glanced at the small wooden sword and then chose an obsidian dagger.

Rega noticed the four sons' gazes and said specifically, "That was a souvenir given to me by the Dragon Guards. It is not included in the gifts."

He placed his hand in front of the little guy, signaling him to hand over the obsidian dagger.

Viserion was stunned when he heard this, and a hint of panic flashed in his eyes.

Rhaegar said nothing, waiting for his four sons to respond.

In his view, there are only two choices.

"Then, I'll give it back to you."

Viserion silently handed over the obsidian dagger and reached out for another black crystal.

Suddenly, the veins on Lei Jia's forehead throbbed.

He originally thought that the little guy might return the obsidian dagger and choose a small wooden sword that he really liked.

Who would have thought that he would take out a crystal stone.

Lei Jia suppressed his bad thoughts and looked at the small backpacks carried by the four boys.

That was the little gadget Helena sewed for the two children to carry the dragon eggs with them.

At this time, the small backpack was dry and shriveled, and there was no black dragon egg.

Rhaegar frowned and asked, "Where are your dragon eggs?"

The fourth son's dragon egg was placed in the cradle by him personally. It was the Dreamfire egg that he failed to hatch when he was young.

He believed that he had no destiny with the black dragon egg.

But since Helena tamed Dreamfire, it was only natural for her to give Dreamfire's eggs to her master's son.

Viserion lowered his head and whispered, "I put the books in the backpack, and the dragon egg is in the room."

Hearing this, Rhaegar took a deep breath, stood up and said, "I'm full. Let me coax Danyla to sleep first."

After saying this, he left the table, hugging his daughter whose belly was bulging.

He really couldn't say much about his son.

Given his reputation as "Rhaegar the Cruel", how could his son's character be like this?
I don’t even dare to fight for the things I like.

Even the dragon eggs, which are prized like treasures by the world, are not as valuable as some picture novels.

After Rhaegar left with his daughter, Helena and her son were left at the table.

Helena looked innocent, scratched her loose hair, and comforted her son: "Don't worry, he's just angry."

"sorry."

Viserion's lips pursed and he lowered his head guiltily.

My father finally came and I got mad at him.

"It doesn't matter. Just know why he's angry."

Helena swallowed a mouthful of barbecue, stood up and turned around: "You eat first, eat your fill, and then go back to your room to rest."

As he spoke, he told the dragon keeper to take good care of the baby dragon in the corner and followed his brother upstairs.

Viserion watched the whole thing, huddled together stiffly.

After the young dragon was taken away, he was the only one left in the empty hall.

Viserion lowered his head, his eyes fixed on the cover of the book on the dining table.

It tells the legendary story of Nymeria, the Warrior Queen of the Rhoynar, and her voyage of thousands of ships.

dong dong!

When the clock hand landed on the bat, a bat-shaped ornament popped out of the box.

Viserion was in a trance for a moment, then slowly stretched out his hands.

"I choose this."

He held the obsidian dagger that Rhaegar had casually put down in one hand, and picked up the round little wooden sword in the other.

Viserion looked lonely as he pressed the two items on the page.

……

Attic, princess bedroom.

"This child is weak and has no strength. He is not fit for any important task."

Rega leaned against the window, looking at the night view, and expressed his views calmly.

Among his many descendants, there is no child who is so cowardly.

The youngest son, Ego, whose baby teeth haven't even grown all yet, would bite when bullied by his sister, Visenya.

Viserion's performance tonight really disappointed him.

"Maybe he just wanted to give the gift he wanted to his sister."

Helena, sitting by the bed, gently patting her sleeping daughter, held a very different view.

Rhaegar was in no mood to argue, and said regretfully, "If you can't even show your love for something you like, how can you accomplish anything great?"

The fourth son will inherit Summerhall in the future, shouldering the heavy responsibility of supervising Dorne and radiating the Riverlands and the Stormlands.

How could I trust him to hand over the fiefdom to him when he looked so cowardly?

Helena tilted her head and said thoughtfully, "Aren't those who dare to sacrifice greater?"

"Ok?"

Rhaegar was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "That makes sense. I hope I was wrong."

Three years old is not young anymore and the personality is basically formed.

If it really doesn't work, bring Viserion to King's Landing and interact more with Baelorm, and borrow his elder brother's courage to hone his skills.

Ultimately, it was because he, as a father, had neglected his son a little.

Thinking of this, Rega felt relieved.

Helena blinked and suddenly said, "Aemond hasn't been back for a long time."

She thought her son was more than that, and that there was a throne in that dream that belonged to him.

But my brother doesn’t want to talk more, so it’s time to change the topic to one that attracts more attention.

Rhaegar sat back on the bed and said carefully, "Qohor is at war all year round, and Aemond must guard the territory."

"His fiefdom is in Stonehelm."

Helena said calmly.

Rhaegar sneered: "You tell him and see if that boy is willing to give up Qohor."

Kohor is a hot potato.

Spanning the vast Forest of Qohor, it is a fertile land located in the eastern continent of Essos, where wealth can be accumulated through forestry, animal husbandry, fishing and farming.

Besides, there is a dead volcano outside the city, which is suitable for dragons to live in.

After Aemond occupied Qohor, he was attacked by the remaining four free trade cities: Braavos, Pentos, Norvos and Lorath.

There are only four of the famous nine free trade cities left. How can the Targaryen family dare to occupy Qohor safely?

This is also the cause and core issue of the war.

For this crucial war that determines whether the Targaryen family can take root in the interior of Essos, even Uncle Daemon rides on Korakshu to join the battle.

Rhaenyra went to Lys to gather food and supplies to support the battlefield of Qohor.

In this way, the four free trade city-states held on tightly and did not dare to let go at all.

He was afraid that he would be swallowed up by the Targaryens sooner or later.

(End of this chapter)