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

Seeing her pitiful look, Rega plucked a fallen leaf from her hair and said softly: "Want to improve your sword skills?"

Helena glanced at him timidly and tangled her fingers.

Dream Fire gave her courage, but she still felt it was not enough.

In my heart, I hope that my swordsmanship can better protect me.

Rhaegar continued: "If you want to practice swordsmanship, I can ask Ser Alec of the Kingsguard to take the time to teach you."

"Really?" Helena tilted her head, her big eyes shining brightly.

"Of course." Rega nodded and said with a smile, "The premise is that you must study hard and not be afraid of hardship."

He does not have the prejudice that women should learn from female workers and take care of their husbands and children.

The possibilities for any Targaryen are endless.

Helena quickly answered: "Okay, I want to practice swordsmanship and become a powerful woman like Queen Visenya."

Everyone has their own idol.

Rhaenyra admired the heroic deeds of the Rhoynar warrior queen, Nymeria.

Helena worshiped Visenya, a Targaryen.

Rhaegar also admired the brave and wise Visenya. He rubbed her little head and thought: "If you are successful in swordsmanship, I will give you a gift."

"What gift?" Helena asked curiously.

Rhaegar glanced at the wooden sword in his hand, shook his head and said, "It's a secret, but it must be great."

"Uh-huh."

Helena was so happy that she threw herself into the other person's arms.

The little girl's whole body was hanging on her body. Rhaegar smiled helplessly and held up his legs that were restraining his waist.

"Thank you, brother."

Helena whispered softly, hugged the other person's neck, and kissed the side of the face.

Rhaegar shook his head and laughed, patted her back and kissed her forehead close to her neck.

Helena had the same dragon dream as him, and was also subject to the tempering of talent.

For this reason, Helena has been close to him since she was a child.

The brother and sister's unobtrusive intimacy has an emotional impact on others.

Rhaenyra stood behind Rhaegar, her eyes slightly narrowed as she stared at Helena hanging in front of Rhaegar.

As if she sensed someone peeping at her, Helena raised her face from the crook of Rhaegar's neck and met Rhaenyra's gaze.

Rhaenyra's eyes were cold and cold, so as not to scare the other person.

Unexpectedly, Helena raised the corners of her mouth, tightened her arms around her neck, and rubbed her head.

A pair of watery eyes looked at Rhaenyra without blinking.

the other side.

Looking at his sister being held in his eldest brother's arms, Aemond blinked and silently closed the distance.

He has no special ideas.

There was a vague feeling of envy in my heart.

Like Rhaegar, the eldest brother, and Helena, the sister.

Rega noticed this kid's little movement, put an arm around his shoulder, and asked with a smile: "What, do you have something to say to me?"

In addition to facing the messed up Aegon, he showed great concern for his other brothers.

"Well……"

Suddenly his elder brother hugged his shoulders and his head rested on his arm. Emond was suddenly confused and his mind went blank.

After a while, Aemond's cheeks were hot and he hesitated: "Brother, do you remember that before going to Storm's End, you promised..."

"Go to Dragonstone and train your dragon!"

Seeing that he couldn't speak clearly, Rhaegar spoke directly for him.

Emond's spirit perked up and he immediately regained his senses. He nodded repeatedly: "That's right."

"Don't be impatient."

Looking at the expectant look in the boy's eyes, Rhaegar mused: "There will be a royal forest hunt in a month. After that, I will persuade my father to go to Dragonstone Island together and help you train the dragon."

In the parchment and the ancient books of Daianliga, Rhaegar explored the theory of the influence of dragons and drivers.

He wanted to persuade his father to have more contact with dragons.

Another thought.

He mastered the forbidden spell and wanted to pass it on to his father first, and then his father would pass it on.

With his father's push, he united the Targaryens.

Dragonstone and his party are inevitable.

When he heard that he was going to be taken to train a dragon, Emond was very excited: "Really?"

Snapped--

Lei Jiayang slapped his head with his hand and lectured: "Man, don't follow Helena's example."

Emond covered his head and his face suddenly dropped.

"Rhaega, put Helena down, we should go back."

Rhaenyra's voice sounded suddenly, with a chill in it.

Rhaegar looked back in confusion and saw Rhaenyra who looked calm.

After years of being together, he realized that something was wrong with Rhaenyra's mood at the moment.

After thinking about it, the two of them had been intimate for a short time, so they probably wouldn't get angry for no reason.

He put down Helena calmly, rubbed her and Emond's heads with his hands, and said softly: "Go and play."

"Yes." Helena nodded obediently and pulled Emond away.

The pace is very brisk, jumping up and down.

When Rhaegar looked back again, Rhaenyra had turned and walked away, her red skirt swaying as she walked too fast.

Rhaegar's eyes flickered, thinking back to where she was dissatisfied.

…

At night, the moon and stars are scarce.

In the king's palace, several lit tallow candles hung on the walls, giving off a dim light.

Dong Dong...

In the deep corridor, there was a knock on the door.

"Ahem..."

Viserys coughed and gasped, "Come in."

It could be heard that the cough made his throat hoarse and his breathing became more labored.

Crunch——

The door opened from the outside, and Rhaegar walked in first, glancing at the dim palace.

After him, Rhaenyra poked her head in, her long silver hair hanging down her side.

Rhaegar glanced at her and said amusedly: "Come in quickly, we are not thieves."

"It's just my first time here at night."

Rhaenyra didn't give him a good look. She lifted up the hem of her black skirt with her little hands and walked in slowly.

After leaving the godswood, Rhaenyra engaged in a unilateral cold war.

If you don't want to witness your father receiving treatment with your own eyes.

Before entering the palace gate, the two siblings did not exchange a word.

Picking up a tray with a tallow candle on it, Rhaegar took Rhaenyra's hand and walked into the palace bedroom together.

"Are you all here?"

Viserys was wearing a loose nightgown and leaning listlessly on the bedside. He didn't expect his daughter to come here.

"She insists on coming." Rhaegar was helpless.

The first night he came back, he told his father to treat his cut.

There was a banquet last night, postponed until tonight.

Viserys grinned: "Come as soon as you come, be generous."

Rhaenyra glared at Rhaegar, walked quickly to the bedside, and whispered: "I want to come and see you."

As he spoke, he picked up a goose feather pillow and placed it on his father's back with concern.

She knew her father had cuts on his body and they were serious.

Her father never let her see those wounds with her own eyes.

Rhaenyra wished to know the pain and stress her father endured.

"Haha, a body covered in wounds is nothing to look at."

Viserys stared at his daughter, still thinking about joking: "You should really take a closer look at my gorgeous dress during the day, I am still somewhat heroic."

Rhaenyra heard the complaint and silently squeezed one of her father's hands.

The two hands were clasped together, Rhaenyra's heart trembled, and her face looked unnatural.

The hand he was holding was missing two fingers.

Looking at his father's other hand, it was wrapped in layers of gauze, with traces of blood oozing out.

Rhaenyra immediately lowered her head and secretly bit her lower lip.

During the day, my father was the king, high and high.

She only saw the physical weakness on the surface and didn't feel it deeply.

As the night progressed, my father lost his strong disguise and truly showed his vulnerable side.

Rhaenyra's first glimpse of it made her chest feel tight and her nose sore.

After thinking about it, he looked helplessly at Rhaegar, his beautiful eyes glowing red.

"Oh, I really can't do anything about you."

Rhaegar sighed, walked slowly to her side, and said softly: "Remember? Father is not as fragile as you thought."

These were Rhaenyra's words of comfort to him during the day.

Rhaenyra burst into tears and said vaguely, "Rhaegar!"

Maybe the environment is different, and the senses are also obviously different.

Looking at her father at this moment and hearing Rhaegar's words, Rhaenyra felt deeply guilty and embarrassed.

"Why are you crying? This doesn't affect my enjoyment."

Viserys hugged his daughter lovingly, kissed her head and comforted her: "You are right, resilience is one of my rare strengths."

"I'm sorry..." Rhaenyra buried her head in her father's arms, choked and unable to speak.

She didn't expect that just one look or action from her father would touch her so much.

Rhaegar sat at the head of the bed, patted Rhaenyra's erect breast, and said softly: "No one blames you, let me treat my father first."

Rhaenyra sniffed and said without hesitation: "Do it, don't let father suffer."

Rhaegar: ...

Viserys: ...

The father and son looked at each other and saw helplessness in each other's eyes.

Rhaegar picked up Rhaenyra and reminded her carefully: "Father has many wounds on his body, don't be afraid."

"Don't worry." Rhaenyra wiped the corners of her eyes and consciously made room.

Rhaegar nodded and helped his father take off his robe.

Rhaenyra had witnessed the war scenes between Runestone City and Harrenhal, and she was no ordinary noble lady.

Soon, treatment begins.

"Sha~"

Viserys was naked from the waist up, hissing from time to time, enduring the painful itching of new flesh buds as the wound healed.

Rhaegar remained silent, driving the strange-looking Ouroboros to suck the black smoke from each wound.

Halfway through the treatment, Rhaenyra could no longer stand it.

Quickly walked to the other side of the bed, knelt down and sat on the bed, holding his father in his arms.

Viserys leaned on his daughter's shoulder, the pain relieved a little, and forced a smile.

After a long time, the treatment ended.

Without further ado, Rhaenyra put on her father's robe, carefully smoothing out the wrinkles.

Rhaegar held his father's newly cut hand and inspected the tiger's mouth, where there was only a trace of blood.

He remembered correctly. His father's cut was so deep that his bones were visible. Ouroboros shouldn't have healed so much flesh.

Having an idea, Lei Jia thought to himself: "The cut can definitely be treated, but the method is wrong."

After treating the cut, Viserys felt much more relaxed even though he still had some chest tightness and breathlessness.

Seeing his son and daughter busy at work, Viserys was delighted and smiled: "It's late at night, you should go back and rest quickly."

The moment the siblings entered the bedroom, he could see that they had some conflicts.

As a father, he should not occupy his children's time.

"Don't worry, I still have some questions to ask."

Rhaegar moved his hands for a moment, stared at his father, and said seriously: "Father, have you ever thought about taming a dragon again?"