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

Chapter 633: Bernila's Bravery
King's Landing, Red Keep.

Parliament Hall.

"Lady Marlys of Storm's End sent a letter through Raven, offering to send 800 men to support the Crown Prince."

"Lady Margaery of Highgarden also means the same thing. She is willing to allocate 1,500 men, plus half of the fleet of the Arbor."

Justice Minister Jaspi and Finance Minister Linman reported one after another.

"Not bad. With the fleet of House Velaryon, we have an army of over three thousand men."

Viserys sat in the main seat with a satisfied smile on his face.

His grandson's declaration of war seemed a bit trifling to him.

An army of 3,000 people would have no problem conquering the Iron Islands, but the Basilisk Islands would require further consideration.

"His Majesty."

Grand Secretary Orvel looked hesitant and wanted to say something.

Rhaenyra, who was sitting at the head of the left seat, interrupted, "Father, you should ask about the requirements behind the support."

Her face didn't look good, and she looked disappointed.

Viserys scratched his chin, wondering, "What's too much?"

"Yes." Rhaenyra sneered impatiently, "The Black Widow of Highgarden is betrothing Visenya for her brother, Duke Leonor. This is simply a threat."

Viserys frowned.

This is not the end yet. Grand Maester Orwell followed up with a report: "According to Lady Elena of Storm's End, Prince Aemond killed Lady Maris's fiancé in the name of a duel. The fight was intense."

That fiancé was Cassandra's former lover, Sir Steve of Griffin's Roost.

"What did you say!?"

Viserys was confused, thinking he had heard it wrong.

The third son, Imond, has married Lady Shireen of the Celtigar family.

The couple had been married for many years without having any children, and their relationship was on the verge of freezing.

According to recent gossip, Aemond and Lady Elena were having an affair at Storm's End, causing quite a scandal.

How could he suddenly get involved with Duchess Maris again?

"Your Majesty, I know you are in a hurry, but please don't be in a hurry."

Orvel was quite helpless and could not say anything: "Prince Emond is young and hot-tempered, maybe it is not the case."

"hehe."

Rhaenyra sneered.

That one-eyed boy is very good at changing his attitude according to the situation. Women are just his playthings.

But the women in Storm's End are not good people either, they all take advantage of each other.

Viserys was confused and undecided.

This is such a mess, more Targaryen than Targaryen.

Lin Man hesitated for a moment and asked, "Your Majesty, Duke Leonor of High Court has proposed marriage to the royal family. Do you think it is possible?"

"No!" Rhaenyra refused directly and said forcefully: "Don't mention this matter again. Neither Rhaegar nor I will allow the child to be traded."

Lin Man closed his mouth and looked at the old king silently.

When the king is not in Reign, the queen's say is still slightly weaker than that of the old king.

Rainier's face darkened and she was very dissatisfied.

"We'll discuss this matter later."

Viserys laughed, stood up and said, "Inform the two duchesses to send out the agreed troops and not to delay the battle in the front."

After saying that, he patted his daughter on the shoulder and signaled her not to be so angry.

Isn't it just a condition?

It's like a merchant doing business, where money is exchanged for goods.

The vassals paid the money first, and the royal family would give them the goods depending on their mood.

"Your Majesty is wise."

The sea snake that had been watching the show stood up and left the table with its tall body.

After half a lifetime of contact, Viserys is a master at playing dumb.

I haven't suffered much in politics.

……

same moment.

Naas Island, desolate jungle.

"Come on, be quick!"

"..."

Accompanied by the creaking sound of iron saws, towering ancient trees fell to the ground one after another.

A large number of slaves were hunched over, and more than a dozen of them worked together to carry a thick log, gritting their teeth as they carried it towards the coast.

clang! clang!
Dalton looked gloomy as he swung his axe to chop down the tree trunk.

Just got the news that the Iron Islands were destroyed.

Pike City burned down.

The parents, brothers, wives and concubines of the crew members under his command were all killed in the fire.

Dalton became angrier and angrier as he thought about it. He suddenly sneered, "Haha, it's good that they died. All the crew members died anyway."

It just so happened that the whole family went together to see the God of Drowned.

At this time, a skinny slave walked over and accidentally fell while picking up a branch.

boom--

The slave fell to the ground one second ago, and the sharp axe blade hit him on the back of his head the next second.

The skull creaked and blood splattered as the axe was pulled out.

Dalton's eyes were gloomy as he continued to cut down trees, muttering: "When I finish building the fleet, I will show you what real cruelty is."

The bodies of the slaves lay nearby, smashed into pieces as the tree was chopped down.

Dalton didn't even look at it, as if it were a fallen leaf lying on the ground.

Wow…

Suddenly, there was a noise in the primeval forest, and birds were flying around chirping.

Dalton frowned and looked up vigilantly.

boom--

The clouds and mist in the sky surged, as if a giant beast was passing through it, stirring up an inexplicable, chaotic gust of wind.

"That is……"

Dalton had superb vision and his pupils contracted slightly.

A pale shadow emerged above the clouds, its tattered wings covering the sun, and a gray-white tail as sharp as a bee sting drooping down from the clouds.

"dragon!!"

Dalton's face changed drastically, and he blurted out subconsciously. The gray-white dragon tail flashed by, but he recognized the species at a glance.

He could recognize those horrible creatures that burned down all his property even if they turned into ashes.

……

Essos continent, Qohor Forest.

"Hiss!"

The gorgeous Moon Dancer soars in the sky, hovering above this primeval forest.

Benilla's short hair fluttered as she lowered her head to inspect every path.

"Faster, Moon Dancer."

Roughly scan the eastern area and pull the saddle rope to head to another area.

Yuewu blinked her vertical pupils slightly, her round dragon head turned around, and she flapped her wings to speed up to the west.

Although every day is a boring patrol mission, the dragon will not refuse the order of its rider.

Gradually, the sun sets.

Benila was exhausted and sighed, "Let's go back, Moon Dancer."

As he spoke, he gently patted the dragon's back, as if to comfort the dragon.

"Hiss!"

Moon Dancer neighed happily, swept away his tiredness and flew high into the sky, returning to Qohor towards the setting sun.

……

Kohor.

Rhaegar was sitting in the newly rebuilt temple hall, discussing food and supplies with several ministers.

Damon sat opposite, playing with an exquisite jade wine cup.

Cole, dressed in silver armor and a white robe, turned to fight Qohor and stood tall behind the king.

Smoothly...

There was an orderly sound of footsteps, and Benilla walked into the hall alone.

Seeing this, Rhaegar asked, "How is everything today?"

The construction of the Dagger Lake Castle is on track, and the enemy's counterattack is gradually unfolding.

First, a rebellion broke out in Norvos, and then the towns and markets of the Golden Fields gathered mobs to resist.

Until recently, Bravs and Pentos wooed the Dothraki people on the Great Grass Sea and ran to Qohor and the Golden Fields, burning, killing and looting along the way.

In just one month, the continent of Essos became a mess.

"Your Majesty, everything is fine."

Benila took off her cross-body backpack and stood aside listlessly.

She was responsible for patrolling the Forest of Qohor to prevent Dothraki incursions.

After patrolling for more than a month, they didn't see even a shadow of the enemy.

"No one is good. Darren is not as lucky as you."

Rhaegar smiled and said gently, "You've been tired all day. Find a seat and rest for a while."

The relationship is too complicated, she is cousin, adopted daughter and future daughter-in-law.

At least give them some preferential treatment.

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Benilla forced a smile and added, "I'd rather have some bad luck than work in vain."

After saying that, he planned to sit next to his father.

boom--

Without even looking up, Daimon smashed the jade wine cup onto the chair.

Benilla was startled and looked at her father in surprise.

"Do you think fate favors the unlucky?"

Daemon looked deep in his eyes and reminded him, "Daeron fought day and night in the Golden Fields. You should be grateful."

Benila's eyes widened and she asked, "Do you think I'm a coward?"

There were only two main battlefields. Daeron, who was traveling with us, shined brightly in the golden plains. Half of the Essos continent was singing the praises of "Bold Daeron" and "Blue Queen".

Instead, she and Yuewu, who had volunteered, were left behind and lagged far behind in achievements.

Damon was used to his daughter complaining, so he said calmly, "You're not even a coward."

How can you be called a man if you don’t have a foundation in your lower body?

"What? Don't you think that's unreasonable?"

Benila was greatly stimulated, and the suppressed mood of more than a month completely exploded: "Don't I want to go to the battlefield? Who caught the war elephants that pull stones in Dagger Lake?"

The reason why she was in Kohor was because her father and cousin had deliberately arranged it.

Otherwise, she would be more suitable than Darren to stay in the Golden Fields to quell the rebellion.

"Just a few elephants and some scared mercenaries."

Daemon was a little annoyed and said arrogantly: "You should stay in King's Landing and accompany your adoptive mother and fiancé."

The battlefield is no joke and is not suitable for girls.

News came from Tyrosh that his nephew Aegon was staying in the Stepstones and was almost killed by the bastards from the Iron Islands.

Benila thought her father looked down on her as a girl, and she was indignant: "If a man can do it, I can do it too."

As soon as he finished speaking, he picked up his backpack and walked out.

She wants to find Daeron and solve the rebellion in the Golden Fields together.

A green fire and a scarlet fire were ignited in Qohor and Norvos respectively, and the rebellion was basically put down.

Only the scattered mobs on the golden plains were still resisting stubbornly.

The stubborn girl left without hesitation, regardless of her old father's attempts to keep her.

Damon's expression was complicated, and he couldn't say the soft words stuck in his throat.

At this moment, he seemed to see the shadow of his deceased wife Lannar on his daughter's back.

Rhaegar watched the whole quarrel between father and daughter, sipped his sake silently, and said softly: "The child is grown up now, it's okay for him to go and fight with Daeron."

The youngest brother is the youngest, but he is the most steady in his work.

With two young dragon riders working together, it is easy to resolve a peasant riot.

After being persuaded by his good nephew, Daemon's originally calm face suddenly fell, and he said unhappily: "Damn Velaryon blood, born to be rebellious."

Just put the blame on the sea snake far away in King's Landing.

Rhaegar smacked his lips and tried to suppress his laughter. "Perhaps. A girl is no longer under the control of her father."

To be honest, Benilla's fearless character makes her more like a dissolute prince than a sea snake.

They both break the rules and refuse to accept constraints.

Blessed is Aemon the second son.

(End of this chapter)