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

Next night, after dinner.

After Viserys finished reviewing the memorial, he returned to his home in a depressed mood.

"His Majesty."

In the room, Allison had been preparing for a long time and lit two romantic red candles on the round table.

"has not rested yet?"

Viserys forced a smile, noticing his well-dressed wife and the ambiguous atmosphere.

The lower body moved slightly, then stopped.

As soon as the war started, his pressure increased day by day.

Rhaegar captured Myr and Lys, and Helena rushed to rescue Seagull Town. These good news never stopped.

The daily surprises and joys greatly stimulated his already fragile nerves.

The love affair with Allison has become a good way to vent for nearly a month.

But although my wife is beautiful, her already injured body is a bit overwhelmed.

Viserys stood there looking slightly embarrassed.

Allison raised his slender eyebrows and said with a smile: "Sit down quickly, I've made snake soup for you. I heard the bachelor said it's very nourishing to the body."

"Luckily there's you."

Viserys said perfunctorily, feeling quite on pins and needles.

"You are the king. Your health is the most important thing. Go to bed early tonight."

Allison served a bowl of soup with her own hands, implicitly easing her husband's worries.

She is not a hungry woman, her husband's affection is dispensable, and she dislikes it more often than not.

"That's good, I can't help but taste it."

Viserys breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the soup and drank hard.

Allison sat down next to him, lifted up a strand of hair, and asked softly: "Is Aemond going to the battlefield too?"

Viserys paused while drinking the soup, then remembered the annoyance of being rejected by the minister, and said with a gun and a stick: "The boy will be killed first, and then he will be punished. I, the father, can't stop him."

All of his children are very promising, which makes his father, a housekeeper, very mediocre.

He also wanted to fly out of King's Landing with Vermisor and recreate the father-son soldiers who went into battle during the reign of King Renrui.

Allison heard the dissatisfaction in the words and pretended to be pitiful: "Aemond is still very young. He just wants to defend the kingdom for his father and gain your attention."

"Well……"

Viserys was at a loss for words, unable to think of a word to retort.

He did not care enough for his second sons and daughters. It is understandable that Aemond would want to imitate Helena.

Allison's eyes were blank, and he said sadly: "Except for little Darren, all my children appeared on the battlefield."

Unintentional lament, full of worry.

Upon hearing this, Viserys put down his spoon and could no longer drink the fragrant snake soup.

He hugged his melancholy wife and whispered comfort: "The children have grown up and have their own ideas."

"Viserys, I am their mother. How can a mother not worry about her children?"

Allison broke away from her husband's arms and said seriously: "Don't you understand yet? They went to the battlefield for you, for Rhaegar who entrusted them all to you."

She wanted to put on a show and gain her husband's sympathy.

However, my husband is a master at pretending to be confused and cannot communicate without speaking directly.

She must let the other party understand who her child is putting herself in danger for!

Viserys' face stiffened and he said solemnly: "Rhaegar is also your child."

Allison looked aggrieved and asked, "When did he consider me a mother?"

"Do you regard Rhaegar as your own?"

Viserys felt ridiculous and asked bluntly.

"I...at least fulfilled my responsibility."

Allison's eyes were red, and his hands were dug together unconsciously.

Everyone says that stepmothers are vicious, but who knows the difficulties that stepmothers face?

Rhaenyra wanted to tear her bones apart. How could Rhaegar, who had been brought up under her care, be close to her.

Compared to her siblings who were indifferent to her, her stepmother tolerated them all the time.

As taught by the Hightowers: Honor, Sacrifice, Preservation.

Viserys sighed after hearing this, covered his forehead and said: "It seems that when the war is over, it is time for us to hold a family meeting."

People with weak personalities tend to be more sensitive to emotions.

The conflicts between the eldest son and his wife Allison are accumulating day by day, and sooner or later an unpredictable conflict will break out.

Fortunately, the eldest son is good enough to overwhelm several younger half-brothers and sisters.

Even if the problem is made clear, there is no need to worry about conflicts breaking out in advance.

Allison was anxious and angry, gritted his teeth and said: "What can we discuss? It's not another form of favoritism."

"I'm trying to level a bowl of water."

Viserys was exhausted both physically and mentally, and his tone became more serious: "Before then, stop arguing."

Allison pursed his lips, took a deep breath and turned his head.

It is useless to argue, and her husband is not a character who can get results from arguments.

The bedroom fell into a brief silence.

When the soup stopped steaming, Viserys' stiff face softened and he was relieved again: "Think on the bright side, the battle is going well, and our children are safe."

He specifically insisted on the word "we".

Allison sneered inwardly, but maintained a gentle image on the outside, saying: "The Dornish people are dangerous and cunning. They once shot down a dragon. Aemond is not safe."

"That was Meraxes flying too low, it was an unforeseen accident."

Viserys was speechless and affirmed: "Dorne invaded the Stormlands, the battlefield is flat, and the dragon is invincible."

The fury of the War of Conquest spread across the prairie fire, and a hundred thousand troops from the Reach and the Western Territories were burned to death in a plains battle.

In the open plains, Viserys had full confidence in the dragons.

"Viserys, don't you understand what I mean?"

Allison slapped his forehead and said helplessly: "My child is for you, for...forget it, just treat it as serving the kingdom."

Her eyes met Viserys's and she emphasized: "I just want to say, don't always focus on your children, love my children more."

“They are also giving and sacrificing!”

Viserys had complicated eyes and remained silent.

He seemed to understand what Allison was thinking.

After conquering the Three Women Kingdom, the territory of the kingdom will be expanded, and rewards will become an important event.

Allison was asking for payment for "her children."

Viserys looked away and said in despair: "I remember it all in my heart."

"If you don't say it out loud, you will choose to forget it." Allison said silently.

Viserys shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Whatever you think, I will not treat the children badly, and Rhaegar will not treat his younger brothers and sisters badly."

After the words fell, there was another silence.

After a while, Allison wiped the corners of his eyes, not caring about picking at his bloody nails, and helped her husband get up and go back to bed to rest.

Before extinguishing the candles, take the initiative to chat: "Helena sent me a letter, Lannar returned to Tidehead Island, Rhaegar transferred her back to Dragonstone Island to stay with Rhaenyra."

"How do the sisters get along?"

"Rhaenayla is pregnant, and her attendants serve her well."

"..."

…

The next morning.

News of the Dornish invasion reached Lys, and the letter landed on the desk of the Governor's Palace.

"Hiss..."

Thrax jumped around wildly, shaking his big head, flapping his wings and slowly taking off.

Rhaegar read the letter and slapped it on the head, suppressing it on the spot.

"Gah..."

Thrax kicked his hind legs wildly, his misty wings lying on the table, and screamed indignantly.

"Let's play while we're at it."

Rhaegar held up his tail and swung it out, letting the young dragon fly with difficulty in balancing in mid-air.

Thrax spreads a scarlet dragon's kiss and wants to take revenge on the hatcher.

Rega didn't even raise his head, an inexplicable sense of oppression was released unconsciously.

Thrax was startled and subconsciously closed the dragon's kiss.

puff!

The accumulated tiny dragon flames exploded in the mouth, causing the young dragon to tremble all over.

Thrax's head was dizzy, a puff of black smoke came out of Dragon Kiss, and he fell to the ground with an uncontrollable thud.

"Hehe, the little guy is so funny."

Johanna watched the whole process, with a pair of watery and affectionate eyes flowing between the person and the dragon.

After taking refuge in the Iron Throne, her power and status rose step by step.

The former lover and intelligence steward of the Governor, High Steward Lys, who was promoted to heir to the Iron Throne.

Rega glanced at her and said calmly: "Are you done with your work?"

Johanna's smile faltered, and her dignified demeanor almost lost its balance.

With hundreds of thousands of mouths waiting for her to feed, there is no time to spare.

Rhaegar was too lazy to pay attention to her and took out a pen and paper to write letters, one to King's Landing and one to Storm's End.

The invasion of Dorne was expected, but I didn't expect to pick this moment.

I thought they would choose to attack Reese, thus triggering a two-front war.

It can be seen from this that the so-called Three Women's Kingdom and Dorne Alliance are also working hard for their own interests.

Johanna asked for trouble and had to work honestly. She asked, "Prince, Tyrosh has been under siege for a long time, and Daemon has urged him several times."

"Is Lord Tyrosh's attitude as tough as ever?"

Rhaegar wrote and chatted.

Johanna said seriously: "Mirov is a mercenary. He believes in the principle of licking blood with a knife and will not surrender easily."

"The rich people and grassroots people in Tyrosh have no reaction?"

Rhaegar changed his perspective.

The fleet blocked the port and stopped all trade.

Whether it is affecting the wealthy who make money, or the common people and slaves who are panic-stricken, everyone should respond.

Take a look at the sieges in Westeros' history and the chaotic wars in dreams.

The top priority has always been to attack the heart and the bottom priority is to attack the city.

He and Aunt Rhaenys sat in Lys and Myr, and killed the Lord of Tyrosh.

Johanna frowned slightly and said, "Mirov burned two city-states to inspire civilians to resist the Iron Throne army, while the rich and slaves were forcibly managed by him."

In every era, civilians are a bunch of blind and ignorant fools. They believe whatever the people at the top say.

A small group of rich people and slaves without human rights were difficult to manipulate and were directly suppressed by force.

Hearing this, Rhaegar couldn't help but sneer: "Tylosi relies on the rich to govern the city. He threatens the rich and is dying slowly."

The great kings of Tyrosh in the past dynasties only took office by bribing the powerful and wealthy with large amounts of money.

This bad custom continues to this day, and the people of Tyrosh don't think it's wrong at all.

According to them, a person who can't even bribe is not qualified to lead them to make money.

Johanna smiled and agreed very much.

Don't underestimate the customs and customs of a place, that is the key to governance.

Rhaegar wrote the letter quickly and ordered: "Tylosi won't be able to hold on for long if Braavos doesn't take action. Inform Damon to keep the siege for another half month."

This is probably the time limit for the wealthy people of Tyroshi to be unable to bear the seizure and resist Milov's tyranny.

In addition, Rhaegar pondered for a moment: "The people of Dorne are strong and the soldiers are high-spirited. I'm afraid Aemond may not be able to withstand the pressure."

At a critical moment in the Narrow Sea War, it would be best for her father and Helena to stay at King's Landing and Dragonstone.

Outside the narrow sea, there are five dragon masters.

He and Aunt Rhaenys guarded a castle alone, unable to move easily.

Aegon plays an important role in guarding the Stepstone Islands and overseeing the shipping of supplies.

Needless to say, Daemon besieged Tyrosh at all times and could not drive them away.

He scratched his silver hair and said thoughtfully: "Write a letter to the Sea Serpent and transfer Lanino back to the Stormlands. There is no future in patrolling the sea."

Johanna's eyes flashed, and she obeyed: "Yes, Prince."

She likes smart partners.

In particular, the prince's calm demeanor in strategizing is much better than that of his previous partners.