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

Late at night.

Otto, clad in a black robe, walked out of the brothel door and walked into the carriage under the protection of his guards.

"Sir, White Maggot is just a bitch who was born a prostitute."

The young attendant driving the carriage was indignant.

Otto took off his hood, his eyes were calm, and he said calmly: "Even if she is a prostitute, she is still a capable prostitute."

"She didn't take your initiative to show your kindness, and she actually tried to be on an equal footing with you."

The young attendant was still dissatisfied.

He was born into the Hightower family of Oldtown and was Otto's cousin and nephew.

Seeing my uncle trying so hard to win over a prostitute, I felt unspeakably useless.

Otto's eyes were deep and his tone was calm: "Look at the long term. The white maggot is just a crawler in the stinking ditch. The important thing is the person behind her."

The Targaryen heirs are growing bigger and bigger, showing signs of prosperity.

There are four royal heirs with Hightower blood, and they are all his grandsons and granddaughters.

I don't dare to dream about the position of prince, and it is easy to plan several princes' identities.

Rhaegar's decision to seal Harrenhal has set a precedent, and the other royal heirs will not stand by.

According to the past cases of the Targaryen family, sooner or later there will be great turmoil in the kingdom.

By preparing in advance, he will surely occupy a place in the court.

Hearing his uncle's meaningful words, the young attendant was half-aware and drove with peace of mind.

Slowly, the carriage is about to drive out of Flea Bottom.

Suddenly, a mocking curse resounded.

"Minister of shit, go ahead and eat shit!!"

The young attendant was startled when he heard the sound and subconsciously looked around.

Wow...

A bucket of shit fell from the sky and splashed onto the roof of the carriage.

"Bah, what a damn bastard!"

The young attendant was drenched with feces and urine, wiped his face violently, and yelled in a broken voice.

"Get out of Flea Bottom, or I'll feed you every day!"

A group of dirty heads appeared on the stone building above their heads, spitting and cursing.

Swish——

The young attendant drew his sword out of its sheath and was about to rush forward in anger.

"Stop it, don't stir up trouble."

Otto stopped him and shouted: "Hurry up, the white maggots will help us deal with it."

The young attendant suppressed his rage and gritted his teeth: "Yes, sir."

After that, he ignored the carriage floor with feces and urine flowing all over it, and whipped the horse to get out of the flea hole quickly.

In the carriage, Otto covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief, glanced at the leaky carriage shed, and slowly closed his eyes.

This saying is applicable in any era.

King's Landing is a big city that reeks of shit and urine.

Refugees who cannot survive from all over the Seven Kingdoms will flow into King's Landing, trying to make a living in the capital.

This also resulted in extremely poor security in King's Landing, with fierce conflicts between nobles and commoners.

Otto served as Minister of Civil Affairs and was responsible for cleaning the streets.

Undoubtedly, it touched the fragile bottom line of the poor people and caused a huge backlash.

After a series of failed moves, he came up with a way to adapt to local conditions.

If the poor people resist the aristocratic management, then send people who are also poor people to manage them.

White Maggot is a typical low-level citizen with outstanding talents.

This was one of the main reasons why he tried so hard to win over the white maggots.

…

The next day.

Viserys held his beautiful wife in his arms, immersed in a sweet dream and unwilling to wake up.

Allison rested on his arm, listening to the familiar sound of snoring, his eyes slightly absent-minded.

She didn't sleep a wink all night.

I have been thinking about planning rights for several children.

Dong Dong...

There was a knock on the door, and Ilic's voice came: "Your Majesty, Queen, urgent report from the Stone Steps Islands!"

Hearing the sound, Allison's eyelids moved slightly, and he gradually came back to his senses.

He reached out and pushed his husband, his voice was hoarse: "Viserys, a letter from the Stepstone Islands, please wake up."

The shaking gradually worsened, and Viserys woke up passively.

"What's wrong, Allison?"

Viserys was dazed and wanted to sit up, but felt that his right arm seemed to have no feeling.

With a look of helplessness on his face, Allison stood up, put on her nightgown, and opened the door with bare feet.

Outside the door, Ilic looked serious, nodded and said: "Your Majesty the Queen."

"Come in and tell him if you have anything."

Alisson turned slightly to get out of the way.

Eric strode in, not daring to look sideways.

Seeing the king lying on the bed shaking his right hand, he handed over a letter with both hands.

"Okay, let me take a look first."

Waking up early in the morning, Viserys was reluctant to take the letter and read it.

Tear--

Tear open the letter, unfold the folded letter, and read it carefully.

After a while.

Viserys's face changed drastically, and he said in shock: "Weymund Velaryon is dead!"

"Sir Wymonde?"

Alisson was also surprised.

Weimond is the younger brother of the sea snake Corliss. The two have a very good relationship and are full of a sense of honor for the family.

Viserys nodded with an unwavering expression on his face: "The letter said that Weimond felt abdominal pain some time ago. He didn't pay attention to it at first, but then it became more and more serious."

"Until the evening of the day before yesterday, Weimond suddenly fell down in pain, his abdomen was as bloated as a basin, and he died of pain."

Allison's eyes flashed and he quickly asked: "Where is Aegon? Is Aegon okay?"

"Don't worry, Aegon is fine."

Viserys said solemnly: "Weymund died strangely, it doesn't look like a disease."

First there was abdominal pain, then there was abdominal distension and death.

This method of death was all too familiar to him.

His father, Baerron Targaryen, felt abdominal pain during a hunt and died in pain upon returning to King's Landing.

Allison was very smart. He turned his head and exclaimed: "Someone poisoned me!"

"This possibility cannot be ruled out. Reese's poisons are all kinds of strange."

Viserys sighed and said in a low voice: "I heard that Lord Corliss woke up some time ago, and Weimond's body will be returned to Tidehead Island for a funeral, and the royal family will go there."

Weimond died while guarding the Stepstones.

Both emotionally and logically, the Targaryens wanted to express their condolences.

"I'll make arrangements."

Allison knew the priority of the matter and asked someone to inform Grand Maester Melos Raven to deliver a message.

…

at the same time.

Rhaegar woke up from his sleep after soaking in the hot springs all night, his eyes confused.

"Roar……"

Feeling that the driver was awakening from sleep, the glutton climbed up from the open space on the side, rolled his throat and let out a hissing growl.

"My body is all wrinkled."

Rhaegar grabbed his long wet hair, put on his robes, rode the dragon, and returned to Harrenhal.

As soon as his feet landed on the ground, Toru, who was wide and fat, hurried over.

"What happened?"

Seeing Tohru taking small steps, Rhaegar smiled inexplicably.

Tohru handed over a piece of letter paper, breathing heavily and saying in a honest voice: "If you receive a letter from the Stone Steps Islands, I will come to you as soon as possible."

Rega's expression changed upon hearing this, and he quickly took the letter and read it.

The letter was sent by Tormund who stayed on Bloodstone Island.

Writes about Weimond's death and the changes before, after and during his death.

According to speculation, there is a high probability that he was poisoned and died of poisoning.

snap——

Clenching the letter into a ball, Rhaegar handed it to Tru and solemnly said: "Supervise the work of Harrenhal. Ask Robb for help in management. I want to go back to King's Landing."

"Yes, Prince."

Tohru hurriedly caught the ball of paper and nodded repeatedly.

After explaining the affairs, Rhaegar flew away on the dragon without looking back.

…

The glutton was extremely fast and rushed back to King's Landing from Harrenhal in less than an hour.

To put it bluntly, Harrenhal's location is too critical.

Not only did they stop the nobles of the Riverlands, but they also used the rapid flow of the Three Forks River to keep out the armies of the Valley and the North.

The most important thing is that it is very close to King's Landing.

"Hiss..."

The Glutton circled the skies above King's Landing, hissing to announce its return.

After riding the dragon into the dragon's lair, Rhaegar planned to return to the Red Keep first.

"Prince, wait a moment."

A figure in black robe appeared and walked out of the corner with light steps.

Rhaegar looked back.

Shiru had a smiling expression on her face, and her fluffy brown curly hair could not be hidden under her hood.

"Is there any news in King's Landing recently?" Rhaegar asked.

Xiliu is his shadow in King's Landing. He manages a group of skilled experts who specialize in collecting information about King's Landing.

"That's right, the high-ranking big shot was splashed with shit and thought he could work with maggots."

Xi Liu clicked his tongue and said, "The smell of shit and urine in the city is getting stronger and stronger, and I don't dare to go out."

"Maggots?" Rhaegar murmured, puzzled: "Has Otto found someone to join forces?"

He had never heard of white maggots.

Shirley gave an explanation: "White Maggot, also known as Mesalia, a prostitute trafficked from Reese, the mistress of Prince Damon..."

Omit some unimportant sources and get straight to the topic.

"White Maggot Xiaomei is the organizer of the largest intelligence network in King's Landing. It is not known who she is loyal to."

"It's very mysterious. Even I have only heard about him but never seen him."

Xi Liu pouted, sighing at how powerful the white maggots of this prostitute were.

After preliminary understanding, Lei Jia frowned and ordered: "Check for white maggots."

"Do you want to stop Otto from cooperating with White Maggot?" Shiliudo asked.

Rhaegar refused directly: "No, it's time to put the King's Landing rectification plan on the agenda. Otto is the most suitable person to do this."

Of course, this kind of scolding job must be left to Lord Otto.

As for the white maggots...

A bug hiding in the dark, no matter how much information he gathers and how thoroughly he understands people's hearts, he can't withstand the squeeze of power.

Not worth mentioning.

…

Red Fort.

Rhaegar walked into Maegor's Tower and climbed the stairs.

At the corner, I met a tall, thin middle-aged man with shaved head.

"Prince, how can I help you?"

"No, Lord Casway."

Rhaegar acted in a hurry, said hello and passed by.

Baron Caswell nodded slightly and took the initiative to give way to the spacious road.

He comes from the Caswell family.

The family clan is located in Bitterbridge in the Reach, and is loyal to House Tyrell of Highgarden.

Climbing the tall building, Rhaegar came to the king's palace and found his father who was having breakfast.

"Father, Lord Weimond has been killed."

Rhaegar did not hide it, and directly used the word "killed".

Viserys cut the roasted mutton with a knife and fork, chewed it carefully and said, "I know, we will all go to Chaotou Island to attend the funeral in a while."

"As long as you know what's going on."

Seeing his father's calm look, Rhaegar felt confident.

Gulu~

With a rumbling stomach, Rhaegar looked bitter and moved a chair to sit at the dining table.

I was busy early in the morning and didn't have time to eat.