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

"Where is the magic?" Darren frowned and stretched out his hand to observe.

He didn't see magic, and he didn't feel any different from ordinary people.

Rhaegar also stretched out a hand and said seriously: "You are a Targaryen, remember that blood and fire come from the same origin."

As soon as he finished speaking, a wisp of flame rose from his palm.

"fire!!"

Darren exclaimed, eyes widening to their maximum size.

Rhaenyra and Helena were much calmer, watching patiently.

They had all seen Rhaegar's extraordinary powers, and igniting fire was just one of them.

Rega gently shook his palm, and the flames swayed, and said: "Grow up quickly. When you can help me share the pressure, I will consider passing this power on to the family."

These words seemed to be spoken to Darren, and also seemed to be spoken to himself.

The current family is strong on the outside and weak on the inside, and the family members are as loose as a piece of loose sand.

Whether it's a fire warlock, a blood wizard, or a rune, you can't share it with confidence.

If this continues, he may have to wait until his own heir is born before he can carry it forward.

Darren stared at the flames without blinking, and said with longing, "Can I really learn this kind of fire magic?"

"I can't say for sure, but there is always something suitable for you." Rega shook his head and put away the flames in his palms.

Dai Lun was very determined, hugging the ancient book tightly and saying with a straight face, "I can definitely do it."

As he said that, he seemed to remember something, turned around and walked out: "I'll go back and read. I'll finish the ancient books you gave me first."

Rhaegar did not stop him and watched Daeron's small figure walk out of the room.

This younger brother seems to have a talent for learning in addition to dragon training.

More than Aegon and Aemond, he has a will to strive for self-improvement.

As soon as Darren left, Helena froze on the spot, tilting her head in confusion.

Just leave her here?

Rhaegar turned back, his eyes wandering to Rhaenyra and Helena, thinking: "Do you want to learn magic?"

"Are you sure you want to pass on this power?" Rhaenyra became serious.

"You must keep it a secret," Rhaegar muttered.

Compared to several heartless brothers, he wanted to give Rhaenyra and Helena some ability to protect themselves.

Rhaenyra thought for a moment, noticed the silent Helena beside her, and extended her hand generously.

Helena followed suit and stretched out a chubby hand.

"Are you ready?" Rhaegar took one hand and held the other hand, his eyes full of seriousness.

The sisters nodded quickly, looking solemn.

"very good."

Rhaegar touched his hand and gently shook it out.

Under the puzzled looks of the two people, he took out a piece of paper and shrugged: "You don't have the talent of a pyromancer, just learn some runes."

He is not an inherited blood witch, and he can explore his talent by shaking his hand.

It is more common sense to impart some knowledge on paper.

Rhaenyra held her forehead helplessly, ashamed of her curiosity.

Taking the paper, the construction and inscription of the rune [Bronze] were clearly written on it.

The premise also tells the mystery of the rune system, the connection between spiritual power and blood.

etc……

Rhaenyra pulled the confused Helena into her arms and read the contents on the page together.

Rhaegar lay back on the bed and closed his eyes quietly.

Teaching knowledge requires patience, let them see it slowly first.

If you can understand it, you can naturally learn it.

I can’t understand it, and I’m making no progress with the step-by-step instructions.

…

On the other side, Aegon's room.

As soon as Aemond reached the door, he heard his mother's voice coming from inside.

"Aegon, your father doesn't care about you at all. You must learn to plan for yourself."

Crunch——

Before Aemond could listen carefully, the door opened and Allison, with red and swollen eyes, walked out with his head lowered.

Seeing Aemond, Allison wiped away his tears and forced a smile and said: "Aegon is resting inside, go and see him."

The two sons have a very good relationship, she knows it very well.

"Mother, you should also go to bed early."

Emond comforted him thoughtfully, opened the door and walked into the room.

Allison suppressed his smile and left in a hurry.

In the room, Aegon was lying on the bed, shirtless and staring at the ceiling in boredom.

A maid was collecting the tableware and bending down to pick up things.

Aegon turned his head, glanced at the maid's erect roundness, and licked the corner of his mouth.

Just as he was about to stretch out his paw and touch it, Aemond's voice sounded: "Aegon, are you okay?"

Aegon was startled by the sudden sound and quickly retracted the big hand he was about to touch.

"Prince Aemond."

The maid turned her head when she heard the sound and saluted the little prince.

Aemond glanced helplessly at Aegon and the maid, waved his hand and said: "You go out first, I have something to talk to Aegon."

He had just seen what Aegon wanted to do, and he was really hurt and couldn't bear the loneliness.

My mother's sincerity was blinded in vain.

The maid nodded, picked up the leftover plate, and left quickly and cautiously.

There were only two brothers left in the room. Aegon lowered his face and said displeasedly: "I almost touched it. You came at the wrong time."

"Aegon, she is mother's maid."

Emond's voice was calm, and he walked to the bed and sat down.

Aegon sat up with support on his hands and said slutty: "So what, don't you also like plump women?"

"Aegon!" Aemond raised his voice, asking him to pay attention to his words.

Last time Aegon took him to a brothel and called a very mature woman.

To be honest, although it feels good, the woman is probably older than my mother.

"Okay, okay, I won't say anything anymore."

Aegon silently pulled the quilt to cover his lower body, and said reluctantly: "Why did you come to me?"

His younger brother is just pretending to be aloof, always trying to act like a good boy that his parents like.

What he looks like on the inside is not much better than him.

"I asked Rhaegar to go to Dragonstone, and he agreed."

Emond was a little excited, his eyes flashed, and he said, "I want you to go with me and help me find a powerful dragon."

Aegon looked at him quietly and tilted his head.

Quite a while.

"Pfft...hahaha..."

Aegon couldn't hold it in any longer and laughed mercilessly: "You can't even tame a young dragon, and you still want to touch a giant dragon?"

If the dragons on Dragonstone were really that easy to tame, they would have been secretly tamed by the dragon species on the island.

Where's Emond's turn?

Aemond's face turned red and he said angrily: "Why can't I do it? Rhaegar can tame the glutton, so can I."

"Hahaha, stop talking, I almost died laughing."

Aegon laughed heartily, pulling the bruises on his face in pain. He laughed and covered his face: "Rhaegar is a monster. He dares to jump on the back of a glutton to train a dragon. You don't even dare to see that black dragon." move."

"Aegon, I think of you as my brother!"

Aemond clenched his fists in ridicule and shouted loudly.

Aegon suppressed his laughter and struck: "Aemond, it's nothing if you don't have a dragon. In my grandfather's generation, there was also a dragonless man named Wei Gen."

Vaygon Targaryen, the seventh child and fourth son of King Jaehaerys I of Humanity.

He is mean by nature and indifferent to emotions. He doesn't like the sister he is supposed to marry, and he doesn't care about the dragon.

Later, he went to the Academy and became a bachelor who devoted himself to research.

Soon after the death of Jaehaerys I, he also followed his father in death.

At this point, that generation of Targaryens was basically dead.

Being ridiculed as the Dragonless One, Aemond's face darkened, he stood up and shouted: "Aegon, I will definitely prove myself."

He was fed up with this brother who only looked for presence in him.

He walked quickly to the door and left angrily.

Seeing his brother leave, Aegon lay down bored and clicked his tongue.

The movement was too big, causing bruises on his body. Aegon bared his teeth and cursed: "Damn Daemon, you actually want to avenge a private vendetta. Just wait for me."

…

A few days later.

Parliament Hall, Royal Council.

Viserys, who looked tired, sat on the throne and looked around at his ministers.

"Your Majesty, Duke Bomond has passed away. His son Boros has inherited Storm's End and is holding a funeral."

Otto held a letter in his hand and explained the situation seriously.

Viserys rubbed his brows and sighed: "Duke Bomond was a respectable man. His death made the Seven Kingdoms lament."

Linman Bisbury opened his mouth to persuade: "Your Majesty, Duke Beaumonde is highly respected by the people, and the royal family should come forward to commemorate him."

Leonor nodded and considered: "Yes, we can also take this opportunity to get in touch with the new Duke of Boros to see if he is loyal to the royal family."

Bolos has a great reputation.

Rude, martial, arrogant...

Such a person becomes the Duke of Storm's End, and his loyalty must be confirmed.

"Boros is Rhaenys's cousin and will be a loyal Targaryen ally."

Viserys trusted him, but was reluctant to go to Storm's End to express his condolences.

He has been in poor health recently and is very tired.

Either from the Kingdom Road or by ship, it would increase his fatigue.

Leonor heard the rejection in the king's words and frowned: "Your Majesty, Duke Beaumonde once married a Targaryen, and the royal family should come forward."

"I agree." Justice Minister Jaspi expressed his attitude.

With the end of the Stepstone Islands War, the kingdom's control over the Narrow Sea has strengthened, and its contact with the Baratheon family has become more and more frequent.

The Baratheon family's attitude towards the royal family has gone from being respectful to now being a bit dull. This is not a good sign.

Several ministers tried to persuade him, but Viserys couldn't refuse and forced a smile.

After thinking for a moment, he turned his eyes to the eldest son beside him.

Feeling his father's earnest eyes, Rhaegar spoke at the right time: "Father, I will go to Storm's End on behalf of the royal family."

He had long anticipated the death of Duke Beaumonde, and also wanted to test Boros's attitude.

As the crown prince, this status is enough.

Viserys's eyes lit up slightly, and he agreed very much with his eldest son taking over his duties.

At this time, Otto knocked on the table and suggested: "It is better to let Prince Rhaegar lead several princes and princesses to go together to show that the royal family attaches great importance to Duke Bomond."

"Are you all going?" Viserys asked hesitantly.

Otto's eyes were deep: "Storm's End is not far from Bloodstone Island. Prince Aegon made a mistake and should return to the fief to garrison."

"There are several other princes and princesses who rarely leave King's Landing. They should all show their faces outside to promote the prosperity of the royal family."

Viserys hesitated upon hearing this.

Otto's suggestion was good, and it was more in line with the brotherly relationship he believed in.