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

Looking at the remaining blood stains, Rhaegar fell into deep thought.

Many bachelors and doctors have treated my father over the years, but all of them have had little effect.

Ouroboros is transformed into a rune and has extraordinary properties.

Still can't completely eradicate the wound.

Very weird!

"Rhaegar, I feel the pain has eased a lot."

The Ouroboros disappeared, and Viserys groaned in pleasure and turned around with a smile.

Seven gods above!

Who knows how happy he is now.

The pain accumulated for many years has been eliminated, and I feel more than ten years younger.

"Really, that's good!"

Rhaegar forced a smile and was happy for his father.

Viserys was keenly aware that his eldest son was hiding something, and reached out to touch the wound on his back.

There was no soft rotten flesh or thick pus and blood.

He took his hand back and saw that his fingertips were stained with faint bloodshot eyes.

It's fresh blood oozing from tiny cuts.

Viserys's face changed slightly, and his eyes flashed with surprise.

He remembered his eldest son saying that wounds could be fully healed.

Judging from the situation, something went wrong.

Viserys thought in his mind and then smiled: "The wounds have been treated and the pain has been relieved. I am very satisfied."

He didn't want his eldest son to worry too much.

Everything he said was true.

Rega lowered his head and whispered: "I'm sorry, father. The one-time treatment will be converted into regular treatment."

He didn't know why the wound hadn't healed.

But it was better to relieve his father's pain than to let the wound rot.

"That's not bad, isn't it?"

Viserys had a rich voice and patted his eldest son's shoulder hard, with relief in his eyes.

Rhaegar forced a smile, feeling very disappointed.

He searched for a cure for his father.

Including searching for signs of swamp marigolds on the Crab Claw Peninsula.

But swamp marigolds are so rare that they cannot grow in ordinary swamps.

The largest swamp of despair is so dangerous that gluttons refuse to enter.

I thought ouroboros could be cured, but something strange happened.

Viserys thought for a while and smiled bitterly: "They say the Iron Throne will choose its master. It seems that I am not a good choice, so I was cursed by it."

Starting from Aegon the Conqueror, none of the kings Aenys, Maegor, and Jaehaerys had similar incidents.

Viserys, combined with his own state of mind, could only attribute it to virtue not being matched.

"No! You are a good king and have never made a mistake."

Rhaegar retorted loudly, believing that his father did not deserve this punishment.

Compared to the weak Aenys and the cruel Maegor, my father is already a very good king.

He is loved by everyone, the kingdom maintains peace, and the people can have a bite to eat...

Throughout the history of Westeros, such monarchs are rare.

"The gods will not make a man rich because he makes no mistakes; they will only make fools of the world."

Viserys felt relieved physically and mentally, and advised: "Don't worry too much about your father, he is not that fragile yet."

He endured the pain for more than ten years and persisted, not to mention that the injury is now healed.

"Rhaegar, tell me about your trip to the Vale, including where your magical abilities come from?"

Viserys put his arm around his eldest son's shoulders and asked kindly.

When Rhaegar used the rune, he did not believe Rhaenyra's words that everything was going well.

All goes well equals all is well.

Suddenly learning magic is not a normal phenomenon.

"Father……"

Rhaegar was moved by his father's optimism and slowly told his experience in the valley.

Hiding explorers and encountering ambushes is quite exciting.

Viserys listened carefully, with a smile on his face, but his fingers tightened on his eldest son's shoulders.

Even if Rhaegar embellished it, as a father, he could still hear the danger in it.

…

Three days later.

Dragon's lair.

"Hiss..."

A loud dragon roar sounded, and a giant light blue dragon breathed out dragon flames, burning a goat to half ashes.

"Menghuo, eat the sheep!"

The unique clear voice of the little girl came, giving instructions to the dragon.

Menghuo stretched his neck, stepped on the floor with both feet, and spread his wings widely.

Helena was protected by the dragon people, her big eyes full of expectation.

After several days, Menghuo stopped rejecting her approach and became willing to listen to her.

Today, she followed the instructions and roasted the goat. Helena's little head was filled with the desire to successfully train the dragon.

"Hiss..."

Menghuo neighed, flapped its wings and climbed up the wall of the dragon's cave, waving its tail proudly.

It roasted the goat when it was hungry, but that doesn't mean it obeyed the instructions of a little bug.

Even if it doesn't hate the little bug.

Seeing Menghuo's nonchalant look, Helena's round eyes showed disappointment as she tugged at the hem of her white skirt.

"Sister, Theselion obeyed my orders."

A milky sound came from the other side.

Helena turned her head and saw a little boy with short silver-blond hair and baby fat on his face.

The little boy looks about 4 or 5 years old. He is very cute and has bright purple eyes.

"Dylan, you succeeded?"

Helena opened her mouth in surprise and walked towards her brother.

Next to Darren, there was a dejected Aemond.

Aemond, dressed in green, stood behind his younger brother Darren, his eyes filled with envy and reluctance.

There are only two untamed dragons in Dragon Lair.

Helena was the oldest, and her two brothers left her alone to tame the Dream Fire.

Aemond and Daeron approached Theserion together.

Surprisingly, Daeron was particularly fond of Thessalian.

The arrogant blue dragon would not attack Daeron, but was willing to follow his orders and spit out dragon flames.

The deck at Dragon's Den.

Rhaenyra looked down at the movement below and said in surprise: "Tesserion has recognized Daeron, and it seems that he will be tamed soon."

"Yes, our little brother is a genius."

Rhaegar hugged Rhaenyra behind him, pressing against each other, cheek to cheek.

Rhaenyra tilted her head and smiled: "Daeron is about to break your record of successful dragon training at the age of 6."

"What a record."

Rhaegar said rationally: "But Daeron and Thessalyon are very compatible. He is a pure Targaryen."

After awakening his bloodline, he became very concerned about his family's bloodline.

Take him and Rhaenyra for example.

The 6-year-old and 7-year-old successfully trained their dragons.

This is already much better than the average family member who successfully trains a dragon around the age of 15.

In addition to luck, bloodline should account for part of the reason.

After chatting for a while, Rhaenyra broke away from her arms and said helplessly: "Lord Leonor returns to King's Landing today, and I have to help Allison prepare the banquet."

"Thanks for your hard work."

Rhaegar praised him.

"You really care about me. You should work with me."

Rhaenyra's voice was soft, she held Rhaegar's cheeks in her hands, and kissed her forehead again and again.

Rega was flattered and said teasingly: "Even if you bribe me, I won't help arrange the banquet."

Don't even think about it, he has other things to be busy with.

"Hmph, I don't dare to hope."

Rhaenyra snorted softly, turned and walked into the stairs.

"Princess!"

At the corner, I happened to bump into Menas and Shiliu who were going upstairs, and they greeted them respectfully.

Rhaenyra nodded lightly and passed by.