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

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

Rhaegar looked at the other person unabashedly.

With his blond hair combed back and his beard neatly trimmed, he seemed 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 Sir Wymond 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 idiots who feed the crabs are avoiding fighting. Daemon and the others are being held back."

"..."

The ministers looked at each other and made corresponding suggestions.

It's 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 initiated privately by Daemon under the guidance of the Sea Serpent.

Now in danger, I wrote to him asking for help.

Should he wipe the butt of these kingless guys?

"Rhaenayla, take your brother down and discuss whether this will be over soon. Don't tire him out."

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."

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

"..."

Briefly speechless, Rhaenyra slapped her forehead, defeated by her own stupidity.

"I'm so stupid. I always treat you like a little adult. I forget that you may not even know who the crab feeder is."

Rhaegar: "If I hadn't heard Uncle Daemon say 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 thinks 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 sharp force.

"Ah! What are you doing? It hurts, you know?"

Rhaenyra withdrew her hand like a rabbit, and a bloody 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 war started privately by individuals, but to strengthen ourselves and help 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. Don't just ride the dragon all day long and get caught up in rumors and troubles."

Rhaegar pretended to pat Rhaenyra on the shoulder.

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

The next best thing was to pat her slender waist.

Turn around and leave gracefully.

Rhaenyra froze in place 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 accept the wrath of the sleeping dragon!!!"

…

Two days later.

A luxurious carriage drove towards the imperial forest, followed by groups of guards and attendants.

In the spacious carriage, the king's family sat.

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

Next to Allison sat Aegon and Helena, with a Milkman in his arms.

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

"The little one cries as if it doesn't want to die. It's really scary."

Muttering softly, Rhaegar made a face at Milkman.

Allison smiled kindly as always: "Emond 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."

Alison 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.

From now on, if this little guy dares to stab me, he will definitely not be spared.

Rega 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.

Looking at this scene, Viserys couldn't help but relax his frown that he had frowned recently.

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

Is there anything better than this?

Noticing Viserys's pleasure, Rhaegar said in 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 was used by the conqueror to wipe out the Seven Kingdoms."

"Can I admire it?"

Rhaegar's eyes shone, staring longingly at Blackfire.

Viserys handed the sword over, only to withdraw it midway.

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

"I want to try."

Rhaegar did not 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, rejecting his request.

Rhaegar lowered his head with disappointment on his face.

"If you want to see a sharp edge, this is 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.

Rega caught it hurriedly 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.

Swish——

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

Rega 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 notification sounded in Rhaegar's ears.

"The lost treasure was found to contain trace amounts of magic elements and was automatically detected..."

"magic?"

Rhaegar perked up.

The system beep sounded again.

"The test was successful. Is the dagger recording the Song of Ice and Fire open for exploration?"