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

Not long after, Rhaegar walked out of the inconspicuous tent.

Her short silver-gold hair covered her eyes, but it couldn't hide the sparkle in her eyes.

Orville said nothing, just handed him a thick brief history of the modern palace.

Every time a king ascends the Iron Throne, the archmaester sent by the city will record a separate catalog of the king's and blood relatives' actions.

Finally, a brief history of House Targaryen is added to the summary.

The brief history of the palace recorded by Grand Scholar Melos confirms too many anomalies.

Looking up at the sky, I saw the afternoon sun hanging in the blue sky and white clouds floating in the sky.

Rhaegar recalled the mess recorded in the brief history, and his heart felt gloomy.

Turn around and go straight to the main tent.

…

Camp picnic area.

Aegon's eyelids were drooped, wandering back and forth aimlessly.

Occasionally, I pick up a bottle of red wine placed on the outdoor dining table, bite open the cork, and then drink it with my head tilted up.

There were many nobles, big and small, who were handling prey and having barbecue dinners scattered around. They all looked at the king's second son with strange eyes.

The four girls of the Baratheon family followed closely behind Aegon, with sweat on their tired foreheads and mud on their boots.

"Your Highness Aegon, when do you want to transfer?"

Cassandra Baratheon, the oldest, gritted her teeth secretly and asked unbearably.

The sisters are here to meet their marriage partners, not patrolling guards.

After following Aegon around for a long time, his throat was filled with thirst and smoke, and the other party was still drinking alcohol carelessly.

When Aegon heard this, he glanced at her and saw that they were panting pitifully. He raised his eyebrows and said, "What's wrong, are you thirsty or tired?"

Malice Baratheon, who ranked second, took a step forward, her not-so-pretty face wrinkled, suppressing her anger: "You are tired and thirsty, you should entertain us politely instead of wandering around the camp. "

The two Baratheon youngest daughters, Elaine and Floris, nodded with hatred and glared at the frivolous Aegon.

When they were at Storm's End, the four sisters were collectively known as the Four Storms, and they were very favored by their father, Boros Baratheon.

No one dared to slight them like this.

"Haha, when you are tired, find a place to rest. When you are thirsty, there is good wine on the table."

Aegon glanced at Malis with disgust and curled his lips: "Also, don't follow me, which will delay me from finding a place to sleep."

"You!" Maris was furious and stomped her feet in aggrieved manner.

Aegon looked at the person with his nostrils and retorted: "What are you doing? Just play house."

As he spoke, his eyes glanced at the white dress that Maris was wearing, and his look of disgust became even stronger.

She has an ugly face, and in terms of figure, she has more breasts than breasts, more butt but less ass, and she has a petite figure with short legs.

Totally inconsistent with his sexual preferences.

Besides, if Boros Baratheon hadn't acted against him, he wouldn't have been so embarrassed.

Don't let him marry Bolus's daughter.

Feeling Aegon's contempt, Malice's eyes turned red with anger, and she wanted to call the guards to beat him immediately.

However, the other party is the king's son, and the father was called to reprimand by the king, so the four sisters cannot be tough at all.

The eldest sister Cassandra took a deep breath, walked to the table nearby, brought out a bottle of wine and glasses, and handed them to the three younger sisters to share the drinks.

Then he looked at Aegon, who was about to continue wandering around, and said sharply: "You can wait until dark. We will probably all be around you before the hunting in the Kingswood is over. You will have a lot of bragging in the future."

She finally saw it.

The king's second son didn't like the sisters at all, he was just teasing them.

Then let's torture each other.

…

While the children of the two families were getting along "friendly", two pairs of eyes were watching from a distance.

Next to an outdoor dining table, two log piers serve as benches.

Otto stood on the side of the dining table, picked up the wine bottle, poured out the wine, and first handed it to his brother Mond Hightower beside him.

The two brothers raised their glasses and drank together, their eyes never leaving Aegon and the Four Storms who were wandering around.

"Brother, my great nephew doesn't seem to like the daughter of the Baratheon family."

Mond shook the wine glass in his hand, full of gloating.

Otto looked indifferent and said: "Marriage is a major event between two families, and the opinions of the marriage candidates are not important."

"Not necessarily, our Majesty is a well-known benevolent king." Mond said with a smile.

Dang clang——

Otto held a cut of steak on a porcelain plate, his eyes calm: "The royal family has always been inclined to marry the two families of Vale Arryn and Storm's End Baratheon, which will help maintain the peace of the kingdom."

The aristocratic power in Westeros is widely distributed, and the duke families of the old Seven Kingdoms have naturally become a thorn in the side of the royal family.

The Starks in the North, the Lannister in the West, and the Martells in Dorne, each of these three families is more troublesome than the last.

Stark isolated the north and could move south at any time.

Lannister owns the gold mines in the West and Lannister Port, and its rich reputation is known to all the seven countries.

Needless to say, Dorne often raided the borders and was incompatible with the Iron Throne.

Under this situation, a layout of merging and dividing emerged.

Arryn in the Vale can block the way for the Starks in the north to go south to the Path, and cooperate with Tully and Harrenhal in the Riverlands to keep the battlefield away from King's Landing.

Baratheon of Storm's End is the closest to King's Landing, shouldering the heavy responsibility of always rushing to King's Landing and guarding the Bone Road and Cape Wrath.

For this reason, Arryn and Baratheon have been the first choice for marriage and friendship between Targaryens throughout the ages.

Mond laughed and said, "Then we'll wait and see which one of the four storms our great-nephew will pick."

Nowadays, Baratheon and Targaryen are separated from each other, so it is indeed a good idea to get married.

Otto picked up a piece of steak and chewed it in his mouth, and said calmly: "Brother, just say what you have to say."

Mond took a sip of wine, turned to face a corner, and said unabashedly: "The king is in poor health, and it is best for the family to establish a new marriage with the royal family."

"Marriage?"

Otto frowned slightly and followed his gaze.

Under a simple awning, three silver-blond heads stood side by side.

Helena knelt in the middle, next to Aemond and Daeron on the left and right.

At this time, the three siblings were holding piles of fruits and desserts, watching Aegon and the Four Storms chasing each other as if watching the excitement.

The youngest Darren stuffed a piece of cake into his mouth and said vaguely: "Aegon doesn't like girls the most, why does he hide so far away?"

"Maybe the two older girls are not pretty." Emond sat calmly and dealt with it casually.

Snapped--

Suddenly, Aegon in the distance slapped Kassandra in the Four Storms on the cheek, and slapped her to the ground.

Aemond's eyes widened and he exclaimed: "Oops, Aegon is beating someone."

Helena and Daeron quickly stood up and hurried towards Aegon.

Otto and Mond were stunned for a moment when they witnessed this scene.

Mond grinned: "It seems that the great-nephew is still the best marriage candidate for the family."

Otto looked gloomy and left without saying a word.

Things were going off plan, and he had to do something to make amends.

…

Inside the women's tent.

In a warm environment, several coffee tables are separated by screens, and there are enough gorgeous chairs placed around the tables.

It is divided into areas where ladies of different status gather.

Sitting around the coffee table in the middle were many noble ladies and ladies from all over the world.

Allison sat on a bench next to Lady Elena, opposite Rhaenyra, Lannar and a pair of twin girls.

In addition, in the corner near the screen, Larry Strong was sitting alone on a round stool.

This is his hobby, listening to gossip and news from a group of gossips.

The ladies tolerated his presence because he was lame.

It is said to be a women's tent, but in fact there are many male family members in the tent, including the prime minister's second son.

Around the coffee table, the ladies chatted endlessly.

Allison and Rhaenyra maintained their identities and were not as thick-skinned as these middle-aged women, so they chose to listen silently, occasionally interjecting a word or two.

As they chatted, the ladies' topics became sharp.

A gorgeously dressed old woman with black hair mixed with white took a sip of tea to moisten her throat and suddenly said: "All the Targaryen princes are restless and eager for war?"

Allison, Rhaenyra and Lannar were stunned and looked at the old woman in surprise.

The three of them were either the mothers or lovers of the Targaryen princes, and they couldn't figure out the old woman's attitude.

"Mrs. Swann, what do you mean?"

Allison, the eldest and the most senior, asked with a smile.

"Seek truth from facts."

The old woman's eyes wandered over Rhaenyra and Lannar, and she said slowly: "As far as I know, Prince Daemon has often robbed the ships of the Three Women's Kingdom since he became the Governor of the Narrow Sea."

Lanner's expression changed slightly and she opened her mouth to refute.

The old woman turned her head and pointed at Rhaenyra again, with an unhappy tone: "Some time ago, Rhaegar invaded Volantis with a dragon and executed two consuls, which almost triggered a war between the mainland and the Free Trade City."

Upon hearing that her brother was being slandered, Rhaenyra immediately turned cold and said unkindly: "Lady Swin, you can talk nonsense, but not words."

"Did I say something wrong?"

The old woman thought highly of herself and frowned: "What Prince Daemon and Prince Rhaegar have done is well known to everyone. This is not a secret."

Rhaenyra's eyes narrowed and she noticed that the gold ornaments on the old woman's breast were engraved with the clan emblem of two swans facing each other.

The Siwen family's fiefdom is in Stonehelm City in the Stormlands, located on the coast of Cape Wrath, and has guarded the sea routes to Dorne for generations.

Together with Lady Elena's natal family, the Cullen family of Nightsong City, they are known as the two oldest families in the Stormlands.

The strength is quite strong.

When she thought of the old woman's family, Rhaenyra immediately understood why the other party acted like this.

The Shiwen family is close to the Sea of ​​Smoke and relies on sailing to accumulate wealth.

At present, the royal family is targeting the Lord Baratheon family. The actions of Daemon and Rhaegar have affected the peace in the Narrow Sea, causing the Sven family's business to decline.

The old woman came here specifically to cause trouble.

Rhaenyra was not the only one to see the problem, Allison and Lanael were not fools either.

Taking on the role of stepmother, Allison raised a smile and planned to mediate.

Lan Na'er, who had always been forbearing, couldn't help it anymore and lectured: "Mrs. Shi Wen, the Three Women's Kingdom has always been at odds with the kingdom. Damon has fulfilled his duties, which is not the reason for you to make false accusations."