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

Chapter 660: Moving the Capital to Harrenhal

In the North, beyond the Great Wall.

The First Men's Fist Peak.

The rustling sound of stepping on the snow.

Three night watchmen in black robes, leading skinny horses, trudged along the foot of the snow-covered mountain.

"I say, we should find a place to warm up."

A thin young man spoke, shivering from the cold.

She already has shifty eyes, and when she hunches her neck and hugs her chest, she looks even more wretched.

"Shut up and save your energy."

The burly night watchman refuted and walked forward with his horse.

This is the territory of the savages, and you may encounter migrating savage tribes at any time.

There is no place for the Night's Watch outside the Wall; they are the hated "crows."

"Be quiet and find shelter before dark."

Finally, a young man patted his companion on the shoulder, took out a piece of moldy dried meat from his arms and handed it to him.

There is not much food left and everyone is starving.

We are all unlucky, and only by supporting each other can we get through the difficulties.

"Thank you."

The thin young man showed gratitude in his eyes and hesitated for a moment before putting the dried meat into his arms.

He seemed worried and patted his chest.

Before joining the Night's Watch, he was a prisoner in the Red Keep dungeons, arrested for theft.

The damned Minister of Justice threw him into the dungeon without asking why.

Da da……

Suddenly, the sound of horse hooves came from afar.

The three of them quickly raised their heads and threw themselves into the snow to hide.

I thought it was just bad luck to run into a tribe of savages.

They are rangers who follow the Night's Watch commander to walk out of the Wall and observe the migration routes of the wildlings.

Unfortunately, Rangers never live long.

The wind and snow obscured the view, and figures appeared in the fog.

The three Night Watchmen held their breath, drew their daggers and stabbed them into the necks of their mounts.

The three skinny horses were staggering as they walked and were bleeding profusely. They soon fell to the ground and died.

Can't be found because of the horses.

"Roar..."

The footsteps became more and more frequent, accompanied by inhuman hoarse roars.

If you listen carefully, you can hear the crisp sound of bones colliding.

Da da……

The wind and snow gradually subsided, and the view suddenly became wider.

The three night watchmen carefully poked their heads out, and instantly their faces showed fear.

Thousands of shaky frozen zombies surrounded them, the stench of decay filled their heads, and the sound of tattered armor rubbing against bones echoed in their ears all the time.

The army of the dead moved forward aimlessly, as if controlled by an unknown force.

They didn't see them.

Or maybe they found out and didn't care at all.

"Woo~~"

The skinny young man was so frightened that his jaw almost dropped.

Fortunately, his companion covered his mouth, and the three of them buried their heads in the snow pit covered by large rocks.

Finally, the army of the dead passed.

The three of them were frozen all over, and only then did they take a breath.

Da da……

The sound of horse hooves stopped beside me, and a bone-chilling chill came over me.

The skinny young man was the most alert and turned his head away in fear.

A strange man with long hair and pale body riding a rotten dead horse stopped in the snow, looking at them with a pair of blue eyes.

call--

The cold wind howled, and the pale monster pulled out an ice crystal spear from his back.

Then,

"what!!"

The shrill wails echoed in the snow, as if falling into hell on earth.

……

"what!!"

King's Landing, Red Keep.

Visenya screamed loudly, and her little hand was bitten by her brother Ego.

"Hum~"

Ego perfectly demonstrated the principle that even a rabbit bites when it is angry, and he grabbed his sister's hand and started to chew it.

His face was covered with saliva, which smelled sticky and sour.

"Ego, don't bite your sister!"

Rhaenyra rushed over and separated the fighting brother and sister.

Visenya was crying and her fingers were bitten by her little baby teeth.

"Why don't you care?"

Rhaenyra hugged her sobbing daughter and glared at Rhaegar reproachfully.

Rega, who was flipping through the account book: ...

boom--

After closing the crude account book, Rhaegar stretched, stood up and took out the gold dragons and silver deer coins from Egg's pants.

As if that wasn't enough, he picked up his young son's short legs and shook him upside down.

Dozens of coins fell down, and there was even half a copper star.

"Woo~~"

Ego didn't cry or make a fuss, but bit his lips and made humming sounds of dissatisfaction.

Rhaenyra was stunned for a moment, her face becoming embarrassed.

"Look, your good daughter has done a good job."

Rhaegar hugged Egg again and rolled his eyes. "Visenya is almost using her brother's pants as a piggy bank."

It must be very uncomfortable to stuff so many coins into your trouser pocket.

"Visenya!"

Rhaenyra's face darkened and she stared at her daughter with an unfriendly look.

As expected, a little girl's ghostly howling could be heard in the Red Castle.

The servants walked by with their heads lowered, trembling with fear and not daring to say anything.

Whenever you hear this sound, it represents a signal.

Someone got beaten.

……

After the brother and sister finished dealing with the other pair of siblings, they walked to the parliament hall together.

"His Majesty."

Commander Ilic of the Kingsguard nodded and saluted, then pushed open a door on one side with one hand.

On the other side was a Kingsguard with gray hair and green eyes. He was shorter and had a young baby face. "Your Majesty."

Hall Reed was very shy and pushed open the door on the other side.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Rhaegar smiled and took Rhaenyra's hand and walked into the hall.

The hall was full of people, including the emperor's ministers and family members.

After Rhaegar sat in the main seat, the three elders standing in a circle spoke first.

"Rhaegar, you want to move the capital?"

Viserys had a frown on his face and was wrapped in a thick blanket.

"Moving the capital is a trivial matter. People from all over the seven nations are discussing it."

Rhaenys stood beside her cousin and did not approve of this move.

Grand Maester Orville, Finance Minister Linman, and Chief of Intelligence Tormund sat at the parliamentary table, all of them looking as if they wanted to say something but were hesitant.

The only people who really don't seem to care are a few young people.

Helena played with a sapphire, with her son Viserion and daughter Daenerys sitting at her feet.

Aegon came closer and coaxed one of his children into a fistfight with another pair of cousins.

"Be quiet, idiot."

Aemond grabbed Aegon by the back of his neck and said with disdain, "As if you were sick."

Having said that, the sapphire prosthetic eye under the black eyepatch was missing.

Rhaegardon looked around and sighed softly, "Winter is coming. Harrenhal is a better place to store food and troops than King's Landing."

King's Landing is a rat's nest with leaks from all sides.

Apart from a port on the coast, it is far less reliable than other famous castles in terms of resources and solidity.

Harrenhal, located in the warmer Riverlands, has the exact opposite geography.

Large tracts of fertile farmland can be used to harvest grain, and with Shenyan Lake behind it, there is no shortage of fresh water and fish.

The key is that Harrenhal is large enough to accommodate the entire royal family and the necessary winter food.

Beneath the dragon's nest on Thousand Faces Island, there is underground magma that is being developed year by year, and the dragons can also spend the winter here.

There is no need to worry about the coldness of King's Landing causing the temperature in the dragon's lair to drop.

Viserys shook his head, still disagreeing: "King's Landing has been the capital since the Conqueror founded the country. We can't move the capital easily."

The meaning of "Junlin" is the king's arrival.

If the capital is moved to Harrenhal, what will the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms think?

"Father, it's not that simple."

Rhaegar said seriously.

"If we move the capital, what will happen to the people in the city?"

Viserys brought up the voice of the people. Could he easily abandon the millions of people in King's Landing?

Harrenhal is big enough, but it can't accommodate a million people.

"Brother, listen to him."

Damon was very interested and wanted to hear his nephew's ideas.

When it comes to governing a country, the good nephew is just as good as his elder brother, but his vision is very unique.

Don't make rash decisions.

Seeing this, Viserys swallowed the rest of his words helplessly.

To be fair, he has deep feelings for King's Landing.

This place carries all the joys and pains, and people don’t want to leave their hometown when they get old.

"Father, winter is coming."

Rhaegar's tone was calm, and he went straight to the point.

"winter?"

Viserys was stunned for a moment.

However, Daemon and Rhaenyra's eyes flashed, and they thought of the Conqueror's prophecy at the same time.

Rhaegar looked at his blood relatives and ministers present and said solemnly: "The snow covers the North, and the wildlings are attacking the Wall in large numbers."

"From what I know, the heavy snow will spread all the way to the entire Seven Kingdoms, forming a severe cold snap that will not be seen in a century."

"Did Belron write to you?"

Viserys was a little agitated, worried about the safety of his eldest grandson.

"Soon." Rhaegar shook his head and continued, "Harrenhal is easy to defend and difficult to attack. The Hall of a Hundred Hearths is warm enough to ensure that the family can survive the difficult times."

Unless it is absolutely necessary, you cannot migrate to the continent of Essos.

Harrenhal and Dragonstone are the ideal places to live.

The geographical basis of the former is superior to that of the latter.

The land of Dragonstone is barren and the island relies entirely on maritime trade to collect taxes.

The Stone Drum Tower was not big enough to accommodate the army managed by the royal family.

Harrenhal is rooted in the Riverlands and can directly control the Riverlands, the Valley, and the Reach, which in turn consolidates the royal family's ruling position.

At this time, Viserys finally thought of the Conqueror's prophecy.

The heavy snow in the north and the agitated dragons both indicate that a disaster is about to come.

Rhaegar threw out an account book, slid it in front of his uncle, and said solemnly: "Moving the capital cannot be done in a big way. Father and the dragon cubs will go first. You must stay in King's Landing and serve as the Prime Minister."

King's Landing is still the capital, but the royal family still has to move.

As the Dragon Prince and Prime Minister, Daemon's stay in King's Landing can help stabilize the people's hearts.

"no problem."

Daemon shook his head and laughed, pulling his daughter behind him and admonishing her, "Rhaena must stay with her foster mother, and she can also take care of the dragon cub for you."

Rhaena's eyes sparkled as she held one of her brothers' hands.

"Rhaena can return to Driftpoint."

Rhaenys argued for it, caressing her granddaughter's cheek with her hand. "She is Laninor's heir, and that has never changed."

Rhaena lowered her head, not pleased.

Seeing this, Daemon chuckled and said, "Don't worry. Stay with Rhaenyra first and learn the court etiquette."

He even looked down on a mere Chaotou Island.

It would be better if the daughter was not adopted, and she is still a true Targaryen.

"Okay, that's it."

Rhaegar made the decision and began to give orders: "Rhaenyra and I will move the capital to Harrenhal, Aemond will stay and cooperate with Daemon, and Helena will return to Summerhall..."

The names were read out one by one.

Not only Helena will return to her fiefdom, but Daenerys and her sisters and Maekar will also return to the Valley and Volantis.

Jenny was alone in the Eyrie, facing the uncertainty of the cold winter.

Daenerys controls the blizzard, which is enough to deter many villains.

The Golden Fields received financial support from Quarles, and Daeron began to recruit soldiers and horses to reclaim the wasteland.

Although Meka is young, he has a lot of ideas.

Returning to Volantis, he can supervise the Slaver's Bay and assist his uncle Daeron in completing the mission.

"Helena is leaving too?"

Imond frowned slightly and was quite dissatisfied with this.

Helena looked up, her large eyes flashing with clear stupidity.

"Summerhall is on the Dornish Marches. It's warmer than Harrenhal."

Rhaegar did not show favoritism. He said seriously, "With her in Summerhall, both the Stormlands and Dorne will be much safer."