MTL - Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day-Chapter 346 Everyone has his own opinion

Chapter 346 Everyone has their own opinions

Rhaegar turned a blind eye, and the conversation with Tormund quickly ended.

"What's wrong?"

Rhaenyra’s eyes flickered, showing the slightest hint of anticipation.

Rhaegar shook his head slightly, held her little hand and kissed her gently, deliberately raising his voice: "News from Volantis, someone is inciting the Tiger Party to burn and kill Lys's fleet."

The latest letter from Xiliu, the Tiger Party consul Teslio acted privately, specifically targeting innocent merchant ships in Lys to plunder.

Lis unilaterally condemned and accused, and there are strong signs of joining forces with Myr and Tyrosh to counterattack.

Rhaegar’s voice was strong and loud, ensuring that everyone present could hear it.

Dimon’s first reaction was to pour the wine and drink it himself.

Viserys glared angrily and scolded: "Daemon, did I warn you not to target the ships of the Three Women Kingdom again!"

"This is obviously the fault of the Three Women's Kingdom, and it was the revenge of Volantis."

 At least a year later, until Rhaenyra and Lannar were born.

 He is the king of the Seven Kingdoms, and avoiding war and ensuring peace are his primary responsibilities.

Viserys took two deep breaths, glanced back and forth between his younger brother and his eldest son, and said angrily: "I don't care what you think, I will not allow anyone to privately provoke a war during my reign!"

Viserys was slightly startled. Seeing his vow, his eyes fell on the eldest son carefully.

　　He was really fed up with this free-spirited brother.

 As a father, he cares about the reputation of his children, which he says in a very subtle way.

 Feeling his brother's anger, Damon surprisingly calmed down, stood up and walked off the platform in silence.

Alison on the side looked concerned, holding her husband's arm and patting it gently.

 But he couldn’t say it now, as it would put pressure on Rhaenyra.

Rhaenyra glanced sideways at him, her face grimacing with sadness.

 “Rhaegar, did you hear what your father said?”

 “Huhu, I’m fine.”

Too many Targaryen children died in infancy.

Rhaegar said nothing, seeming to acquiesce or retort.

 He couldn't wait to share the joy with his father and tell him that his heir was about to have an heir.

He knew that the eldest son had been preparing an army and had made a big move in Volantis.

And Rhaenyra is great, and she might give birth to two healthy babies at once.

 Actually, Rhaegar is not entirely to blame for this incident.

Damon suppressed his irritation, pointed his finger at his nephew opposite, and said in a sinister tone: "Your Majesty, before you teach me a lesson, you should really take a look at your eldest son. I am not the only one who is looking forward to war."

Rhaegar withdrew his thoughts and smiled brightly: "Father, I don't want to fight and kill. I just want to hold a ceremony with Rhaenyra as soon as possible after the tourney."

Viserys was so angry that he provoked the eldest son's shortcomings.

He did not want these two points to be erased from future history books, and only his mediocrity and the continuous wars during his reign would be recorded.

In Viserys's doubtful eyes, he and Rhaenyra intertwined their hands and caressed each other's belly under the red silk dress.

 Lannar controls the largest dragon today. Whether it is the War of Dorne or the War of the Three Kingdoms, she and Vhagar cannot be absent.

Always trying to challenge his majesty, ignoring the kingdom and wanting to provoke war.

Pregnancy out of wedlock is against the rules, so you should be careful in public.

Either the news leaked from the prince's palace, or the shadow planted in Dorne was found to have clues.

Viserys's face turned red, his chest rose and fell more intensely, and he gritted his teeth: "Take your king seriously, or you will go back to the Stepstone Islands to enjoy the sea breeze."

Rhaegar looked calm and said nothing.

 He is a king without great achievements.

Since taking over the throne passed down by his grandfather Jaehaerys I, peace and prosperity have been synonymous with his rule.

 After waiting for two days, Rhaegar still had not given her an explanation.

Viserys gradually opened his eyes wide, with a smile of surprise on his face, eager to know the answer: "You mean... you have it?"

Damon put aside the relationship in a lazy tone.

Rhaegar remained unmoved, still contemplating the idea that his good uncle had discovered that he intended to start a war.

It seems that the preparations are not secretive.

Rhaegar raised his chin and said proudly: "The maester is not sure yet, but there are various signs that there will be no mistakes."

Rhaenyra was pregnant, and he was worried about going out to fight.

 The timing is not right, and he has no plans to break out a war for the time being.

Viserys had a splitting headache and the wounds on his body ached.

Rhaenyra turned her head away and let him do whatever he wanted without saying a word.

The illegitimate daughter landed on the land of Westeros and was secretly sent to live in a mushroom colony more than ten miles away from Harrenhal.

Rhaegar made it clear to them and found a place for them to live and work in peace and contentment, leaving enough money to live richly.

 Other than that, contact is basically cut off.



 At first Rhaegar just wanted to experience the...feeling of having fun with his peers.

 To be honest, it’s not very good.

 Danila gave him the same feeling as a noble lady from Westeros, and the process was boring.

 He asked Orville privately, and he explained his views tactfully.

 His physiology is normal, but he may have psychological problems.

 In the past and now, Rhaenyra and Jeyne, two people who truly loved him, could bring him sleepless nights of joy.

Danila blindly worships and seeks asylum, while Rhaegar has subconscious resistance.

 Let’s get down to business.

Hearing the great news, Viserys was almost overwhelmed with joy and couldn't help but said:

“Rhaenyra, it’s normal for you to feel uncomfortable recently. Allison and I are still secretly worried about you.”

Allison paused for a moment and said happily: "Rhaenyra, congratulations."

 She herself didn’t know her true emotions at the moment, and she was feeling depressed but also faintly happy.     At least in terms of etiquette, she must send blessings.

Rhaenys, Sea Serpent, Lannino and others sent congratulations one after another, with smiles on their faces.

 The Targaryen bloodline is prosperous and the crown prince has a successor. These are happy events worth celebrating.

Especially Lagnino, who smiled like a fool and couldn't stop puckering his lips.

His wife Celine Celtija was dejected, looking at Rhaenyra and Lannal with envy in her eyes, and she clapped in unison with a forced smile.

 She wants to have a child, but she doesn’t know how long it will take to have a baby.

Rhaenyra accepted the blessings with a smile, and quietly shook off someone's clasped hand.

Rhaegar smiled and said nothing, putting his hand on the other person's thigh and stroking it.

Viserys had sharp eyes and could see through the little movements of the two people at a glance, and he shouted warningly:

“Rhaegar, today is the last day of the Tourney. Daemon has already left, and you are about to fall behind.”

 The best way to please a woman is to wear a crown of love and beauty for her.

Rhaegar received the signal, put on his armor and stood up, smiling confidently: "No problem, let me try their skills."

 Looking back at Rhaenyra, her eyelashes fluttered slightly, her beautiful figure reflected in her purple eyes.

Rhaenyra crossed one leg, picked up the teacup calmly, and said perfunctorily: "Go quickly."

Rhaegar leaned down dissatisfied, boldly held her face, and aimed at the pretty red lips to press and invade.

 He really couldn't think of what was wrong.



 After a long time, the moisture will separate.

Rhaegar's eyes were filled with affection, and he said with a little hope: "I prepared a gift for you. I originally wanted to give it to you on the day of the ceremony, but I want you to be happy now."

"take it out."

Rhaenyra's eyes were filled with mist, and her lips were filled with water.

Rhaegar shook his head slightly: "Wait until I take the crown of love and beauty, and entrust it to your hands together."

He kissed his forehead lightly again and stepped down amidst everyone's ambiguous glances.

 …

 On the fighting field.

Dimon has already won a victory, breaking several ribs of his opponent as if he was angry.

Rhaegar was riding a silver-white war horse, just facing him.

With just one glance, Daemon reined in the reins and warned: "Dorne is not a good place. It is barren and hot. It will lead to a protracted war that will last for several years."

Rhaegar said calmly: "If the seven countries are not unified, how can they expand their territory outwards?"

　It’s not enough to talk about speculation.

Damon looked unruly, riding a dark horse and passed by. He said coldly: "Keolun is not an idiot. The Three Women's Kingdom is the first choice."

“Uncle, I have to think about my family.” Rhaegar sighed.

Of course he knew that Dorne was difficult to fight, and to some extent it was much more dangerous than the Kingdom of Three Women.

 But only by conquering Dorne can Targaryen's reputation be conquered by the Seven Kingdoms once again.

On the other hand, most of the nobles in Westeros cannot live without the land and will not be willing to try to invade territories beyond the narrow sea.

 The uncle and nephew parted on bad terms, and Rhaegar rode onto the jousting ground.

Hang!

 The fat referee sounded the gongs and drums, and the opponent of this game appeared.

 A tall and muscular young man wearing tin armor and riding a brown war horse.

“This duel is between Prince Rhaegar of Targaryen and Arno Storm of Stonehelm!”

Hang!

The fat referee shouted the introduction and sounded the opening gong again.

 Both sides took the stage and looked at each other's place.

Rhaegar put on the silver helmet decorated with dragon wings on both sides and tightened the handle of the gun in his hand.

One of the **** sons of House Baratheon, he is really a good opponent.

Arnaud was also looking at him, his eyes hesitantly becoming solemn.

He had participated in the Second Battle of the Stepped Islands and witnessed the crown prince's style of controlling a dragon with his own eyes, and he was very frightened.

 The first round, charge.

Rhaegar turned slightly sideways, aiming his lance at Arnaud's abdomen, doing a decent test.

boom-

Arno’s riding skills were not good. He hurriedly raised his shield to block, and was almost knocked off his horse.

 The two sides passed each other and the second round began.

"shelf!"

Ten feet away, Rhaegar's eyes were cold, and he shouted in a low voice and drove his horse to gallop.

The **** dares to covet Storm's End, but he can't stay!

Between the staggering of the figure, Arnold raised his arm stabbing the gun and aimed at the crowd's chest armor.

Rhaegar's horse was faster. The shield engraved with three red dragons hit the opponent's spear point without any bias, and the lance in his hand stabbed out.

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　——

The wooden lance hit Arnold's throat accurately. The iron-wrapped spear tip broke through the thin mail gorget and stabbed fiercely into the neck.

Lega shot the **** of her gun and rode away in a hurry.

Arno immediately flew out and fell heavily to the ground. His bloodshot eyes widened unwillingly, and he gasped while holding his **** throat.

 Attendants and bachelors came forward to check and found that the man had completely died.

 (End of this chapter)