MTL - Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day-Chapter 5 second exploration

 Chapter 5 The Second Exploration

　　The visitor looked anxious, walked quickly to Viserys, and handed over a letter.

Rhaegar looked at the other party without concealing it.

Hair of blond hair is combed back and his beard is neatly trimmed. He seems to be a very respectable person.

Viserys took the letter and looked at it, wondering: "A letter asking for help, doesn't it look like something Daemon would do?"

Tyran Lannister nodded slightly and sighed: "The letter was sent by Ser Waymond Velaryon, the sea serpent's younger brother."

“I knew that with that bastard’s pride, he wouldn’t take the initiative to write to my brother.”

 Viserys smiled knowingly.

 Soon, the contents of the letter were read.

Viserys's expression changed slightly, and he glanced at the ministers present: "The Stepstone Islands are in a stalemate. The fools feeding the crabs are avoiding fighting. Daemon and the others are being held back."

　　　…”

 The ministers looked at each other and made corresponding suggestions.

 It is nothing more than sending troops to support, or waiting for Daemon and the sea serpent's army to be defeated.

Viserys pinched his eyebrows, feeling a headache from this.

He hates war.

This war on the Stepstones was entirely initiated privately by the Sea Serpent, instigating Daemon.

Now that I am in danger, I write to him for help.

 Should he wipe the **** of these kingless guys?

“Rhaenyra, take your brother down and discuss whether it will be over in a while, so as not to tire him.”

Viserys kissed Rhaegar on the forehead and left him in the care of his daughter.

Knowing that this matter was complicated, Rhaenyra did not object and held her brother's hand and walked out of the hall.

 …

 After leaving the council hall, the siblings came to a floor-to-ceiling window in the corridor.

Rhaenyra looked out through the stained glass and asked, "Do you think Uncle Daemon can defeat the crab feeders?"

 “Dear sister, your young brother has just turned 6 years old.”

Rhaegar glanced at himself, who was not as tall as his opponent, and frowned melancholy.

　　　…”

 Speechless for a moment, Rhaenyra slapped her forehead, defeated by her own stupidity.

“I’m so stupid, I always treat you as a little adult, forgetting that you may not even know who the crab feeder is.”

Rhaegar: "If I hadn't heard from Uncle Daemon that I was a one-day crown prince, I wouldn't have known I had an uncle."

 Rhaenyra:…

Tilting his little head, Rhaegar whispered: "I saw that father is missing two fingers?"

“He is ill, and the Grand Maester has been treating him.”

Rhaenyra stroked the top of his head and answered in a soothing tone.

 She thought her brother was frightened by his father's wounds.

Rhaegar just looked at her, grabbed his sister's little hand that was stroking his hair, and held a piece of tender meat between his fingernails.

 A strong force.

“Ah! What are you doing? It hurts, you know?”

Rhaenyra withdrew her hand like a rabbit, and a **** red mark appeared on the back of her hand.

Facing his sister's angry gaze, Rhaegar said seriously: "A small wound will make you scream, but my father lost two fingers. Maybe there are other wounds on his body..."

　　After a pause, he added: "He is a king. He cannot cry or reveal his weak side."

“As his children, what we should consider is not a private war, but strengthening ourselves and helping our father.”

Rhaenyra was stunned when she heard this. She pointed at her brother blankly and stuttered: "You...you just said you were 6 years old, and then you turned around and came to teach me a lesson?"

Rhaegar said of course: "Age limits my knowledge, but books will inspire my wisdom."

“Sister, you should read more books and don’t spend all day riding dragons or getting caught up in rumors.”

Rhaegar pretended to pat Rhaenyra on the shoulder.

Sadly, I found that even if I stood on tiptoe, I couldn't reach it.

 The next best thing was to pat her slender waist.

 Turn around and leave gracefully.

Rhaenyra froze on the spot for a long time.

　It wasn’t until a gust of cool wind blew that I suddenly woke up.

 The next moment, the girl's roar echoed throughout the corridor.

“Rhaegar, you dare to disrespect your sister, prepare to receive the wrath of the sleeping dragon!!”…

 Two days later.

 A luxurious carriage was driving towards the royal forest, followed by groups of guards and attendants.

 In the spacious carriage, the king's family was sitting.

Viserys sat in the middle, and Queen Alison and Rhaenyra sat opposite each other.

 Aegon and Helena sat beside Allison, holding a Milkman in his arms.

Rhaegar naturally sat next to his sister, staring at the little Milkman in boredom.

 “It’s such a small one, it cries as if it doesn’t want to die, it’s really scary.”

Muttered softly, Rhaegar made a face at Milkman.

Allison smiled kindly as always: "Eamond is not used to the carriage yet, he can cry too much."

Viserys laughed: "The cry is amazing. He must be a brave warrior when he grows up."

Allison smiled sweetly, handed the baby to Rhaegar, and said softly: "Want to hug him?"

"Can try."

Rhaegar grabbed the baby's armpits with both hands and let him flutter and kick around, playing with it for a while.

 Don't say it, really don't say it.

 Going forward, if this little guy dares to stab me, he will definitely not be spared.

Rhaegar raised the corners of his mouth, already thinking about teaching him a lesson in the future.

 Not long after, Aemond was ravaged and returned to his mother's arms crying.

Viserys looked at this scene, and the frown he had frowned recently could not help but relax.

 His wife is with him, he travels in luxury cars, and his children are around him.

 Is there anything better than this?

Noting Viserys's pleasure, Rhaegar said at the right time: "Father, is this the Blackfire of Aegon the Conqueror beside you?"

Viserys smiled and picked up the sheathed sword beside him, and said proudly: "Yes, the black fire that symbolizes royal power, the conqueror used it to wipe out the Seven Kingdoms."

 “Can I admire it?”

Rhaegar's eyes shone, staring longingly at the Blackfire.

Viserys handed the sword over, but took it back midway.

Looking at Rhaegar's thin body, he regretted: "It's not possible yet. Black Fire is a sharp weapon full of blood. You can't pick it up until you are older."

 “I want to try.”

Rhaegar didn’t want to give up an inherited sword whose age and experience rivaled that of Balerion’s skull.

Viserys shook his head and replaced the Blackfire, refusing his request.

Rhaegar looked disappointed and lowered his head.

 “If you want to see a sharp edge, this would be a good choice.”

As if he couldn't bear to see his eldest son unhappy, Viserys took off a dragon-horn dagger from his waist and threw it to Rhaegar with a mysterious look on his face.

Rhaegar caught it in a hurry and looked at his father confused.

Viserys smiled and said: "The previous owner of this dagger was also Aegon the Conqueror. Before him, it belonged to Aenar."

 “Wow, that’s old enough.”

Rhaegar expressed his amazement and pulled out the dragon horn dagger.

　　唰—

 The dagger was unsheathed, as if a cold light was hitting his face.

Rhaegar squinted slightly and saw that the dagger was covered with patterns, and the material and workmanship were impeccable.

 “Is this a Valyrian steel dagger?”

Rhaenyra was attracted to the dagger and was amazed.

Viserys nodded: "Everything passed down by our ancestors has its own extraordinary qualities."

 At the same time, a system prompt sounded in Rhaegar's ears.

“Lost treasures are found, containing trace amounts of magic elements, and are automatically detected...”

 “Magic?”

Rhaegar perked up.

The system prompt sounds again.

“The detection is successful, the dagger recording the song of ice and fire, should the exploration be started?”

 (End of this chapter)