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

The death of an illegitimate child did not cause a widespread sensation.

I really want to talk about the impact...

The members of the Sven family in the audience exclaimed, and the leader, Earl Sven, was frightened and angry, and beat his thigh hard.

His sharp-tongued wife knew better.

The old woman held on to her husband, not wanting to cause trouble for an illegitimate child.

Rhaegar glanced around and smiled.

Leave the field to rest and rotate to the next player.

Game three.

Cole, wearing silver-gray armor, appeared. His opponent was Medric Manderly, the eldest son of Earl Manderly of White Harbor.

House Manderly of White Harbor had a side effect in the Battle of the Stepstones, and has been ridiculed a lot in recent years.

Medrick is the heir to White Harbor. He is handsome and tall, and his silver armor bears the emblem of a mermaid holding a trident.

Known as the best knight in the North.

Cole and Medrick faced each other head-on, and their riding skills were evenly matched.

In the final charge, both men fell off their horses at the same time.

Cole landed and swung the meteor hammer, knocking half of Medrick's sword away, and won the victory with difficulty.

Afterwards, there were several more competitions.

Excellent knights from all over the kingdom compete with each other, and all kinds of tricks are used.

During the Damon period, he boarded it once, and his opponent was William Royce of the Valley.

William is a distant cousin of Jobert Royce, the guardian of the Eastern Territory, and has participated in several confrontations and sieges with mountain clans.

He is also one of Rhaegar's favorite candidates for the Kingsguard.

Unfortunately, William's skills were not top-notch, and his attacks were not as decisive and fierce as Damon's. After several rounds of charges, he was knocked off his horse.

The martial arts tournament enters the final competition.

Four knights were selected and assigned to compete in pairs.

Rhaegar faced off against Cole, and Daemon faced off against the bastard Bronn Storm.

…

On the high platform, everyone watched the competition with great anticipation.

Viserys smiled broadly, staring at Rhaegar and Cole who were entering the arena, looking back and forth, and toasted happily one after another.

The duel between the eldest son and the former Lord Commander of the Kingsguard must be very exciting.

He planned to end the tourney and include Cole as one of the candidates for the Kingsguard for discussion by the Royal Council.

At the bottom, Rhaenyra sat dignifiedly, with Helena lying in her arms.

Helena sat on Rhaegar's seat, her face buried in her sister's belly, trying to hear the sound of the fetus.

After pondering for a long time, she only heard a "gurgling~~" sound.

Raising her head, Rhaenyra picked up the pastry on the table and chewed it with a sullen face.

"Baby is hungry?"

Helena murmured quietly and sat upright obediently.

Behind him, Aemond abandoned his fiancée and interrupted: "It's Rhaenyra who is hungry."

After accepting the sheep thief, his confidence grew day by day, and the gloom deep in his eyes faded away, leaving him with a bit of arrogance.

"Boy, shut up and no one will think you are dumb."

Aegon looked gloomy, holding a half-swayed wine bottle and mocking his brother mercilessly.

Aemond raised his eyebrows and said dissatisfied: "Aegon, I didn't talk to you."

"Tch, is it possible that you are only allowed to interrupt randomly." Aegon clicked his tongue.

After the last warning incident, the relationship between the two brothers dropped to a freezing point, and they usually didn't even say a word.

Unless you exchange a few words with each other.

Rhaenyra was upset by the noise, so she put a glass of wine to her lips. Just as she was about to swallow it, she quickly spit it out and drank a cup of tea to rinse her mouth.

She could argue with Rhaegar, but harm to the unborn baby must be avoided.

…

On the competition ground, the battle has begun.

Rhaegar and Cole charged several times, each smashing the other's shield, and both rolled off their horses under the force.

"sword!"

Rhaegar stared intently and took the real fire from the attendant.

Cole was still a melee weapon. He spat out the bloody foam at the corner of his mouth, took a deep breath and said, "Prince, you have to be careful."

"bring it on!"

Rhaegar grinned, having long wanted to try Cole's skills.

Cole's eyes were calm, and he slowly stepped forward to close a suitable distance, and quickly and accurately rotated the meteors.

Dang clang——

Lei Jia leaned back, and the real fire struck the chain of the meteor hammer, and his feet in tandem immediately changed to move forward.

"Aha!"

Cole shouted angrily, and the meteor quickly spun around and slapped the opponent on the waist.

The sphere itself of the meteor ball is not large and can be swung continuously by the user.

He was hit in the waist with a hammer and basically lost his ability to fight.

Dang clang——

When the hammer fell, Regati raised his sword to block his side, and the spiked iron ball slammed into the dark sword body.

"you lose!"

With a low cry, he stepped forward and kicked Cole in the lower abdomen, then slashed at the breastplate with his backhand sword.

With a sizzling sound, a burst of sparks flew out of the steel plate-like armor, leaving deep dents.

Cole's eyes darkened, he stepped back to stop his body, twisted his waist and planned to use the meteor to force his opponent back.

Rhaegar was calm and cool, and saw through his intentions early on.

He bent his knees to avoid the iron ball that hurriedly swung at his upper body, closed the distance with half a step, and pressed the real fire forward thrust against Cole's throat.

The iron-like cylindrical neck protector could not block the sharp edge of the Valyrian steel sword. The blade penetrated the wood three-thirds of the time and accurately withstood the flesh.

Cole, who was still about to wave the meteor, was shocked. He kept raising his hand and froze in place, not daring to move.

He felt it.

The skin on his neck was punctured, and traces of blood flowed to the hem of his clothes.

Bang!

The obese referee rang the gong and cheered: "Congratulations to Prince Rhaegar for defeating Sir Christon Cole!"

Cole's bravery is known to all the seven kingdoms.

The former Commander of the Kingsguard, he achieved excellent results in several tournaments.

Due to his humble background as the son of the steward of Blackport, he won the favor of Princess Rhaenyra, the Light of the Kingdom, and once became the object of admiration and envy of countless noble children and knights.

At the end of the competition, Cole put down the meteor hammer and still maintained a stiff stance.

The reason is obvious, Rhaegar's true fire has not yet been drawn out of his neck brace.

It lasted two seconds.

Rhaegar took off his stuffy helmet and slowly pulled out the real fire, with a smile on his lips.

Just as Cole was about to move, the shining sword tip came right in front of his eyes, making his breath stagnate.

snap——

The tip of the sword lifted up the visor, revealing Cole's handsome face that was still as handsome as ever, but stained by some vicissitudes of life.

Regati put his sword on his neck, looked at him teasingly, and said with a smile: "Cole, three years have passed. Are you getting older, or are you not practicing martial arts diligently because of the sea breeze?"

Cole was born in 82 AC and is now 39 years old, only one year younger than his good uncle Damon.

Putting down the meteor hammer honestly, Cole smiled sadly: "You have grown up, Your Highness."

The image of the crown prince taking risks to tame a glutton when he was a child was still vivid in his mind, but in the blink of an eye things had changed.

Seeing his appearance, Rhaegar smiled a little more sincerely and said proudly: "Welcome back, I will discuss your duties at the imperial meeting."

"Many thanks."

Cole was surprised at first and thanked him with a complicated expression.

Based on his achievements, he should have returned to King's Landing long ago to serve, even if he was just an officer in gold robes.

After all, there is no war on the Stepped Stone Islands, and some pirates and smugglers have no use for them.

However, he repeatedly applied to be transferred back to King's Landing, but was always rejected by the Royal Council.

Rhaegar withdrew the real fire and smiled to meet the cheers of the audience.

That's right, Cole couldn't be transferred back to King's Landing, he did it!

When Rhaenyra was a child, she often praised Kor in front of him for how handsome and brave he was.

He was the white knight of her dreams.

Rhaegar has not been a broad-minded child since he was a child, and he keeps all his unhappiness in his heart.

Seizing the opportunity of Cole's mistake, you still ran away.

Let the sea breeze blow for three years before we talk about returning to King's Landing.

…

On the high platform, Viserys cheered excitedly, celebrating his eldest son's victory over Cole.

He is not proficient in martial arts, and his brother Daemon and the Kingsguard are the standards by which he judges his level.

He knew that his eldest son's martial arts skills were not low, but he didn't expect him to be so impressive.

I think back then, Damon, who was self-proficient in martial arts, was beaten up by Cole with a meteor hammer.

"Oh! Brother is the best!"

Helena cheered loudly and boldly expressed her love.

Aemond clapped beside his sister, looking at his eldest brother Rhaegar with envy, secretly saying that he should go back and hone his martial arts.

On the contrary, Rhaenyra and Aegon's expressions were duller than the other.

Aegon curled his lips and raised his head to drink wine.

Rhaenyra looked at Rhaegar speechlessly, caressing her belly with her palms, and rolled her eyes secretly.

He also told her to show mercy so that Cole would not be able to return to King's Landing.

If he hadn't been a little naughty, Cole might not have returned to the Kingsguard.

Thinking of this, the corners of Rhaenyra's lips curled up slightly, and the depression in her heart dissipated a lot.

…

Enjoying the cheers of the crowd, Rhaegar comes off holding the sword.

In the second game of the final, Daemon faced off against the bastard Bronn Storm.

Bronn was a tall, muscular man with a full beard, resembling the late Duke Beaumonde.

Damon, no matter who he looks like, he should be treated like an illegitimate son.

The duel between the two was unstructured and highlighted the word "reckless".

Bronn looks rough, but his riding skills are superb. He knocked Daemon off his horse in several rounds.

Daemon refused to admit defeat and took over the sword and shield to fight again.

Bronn used a huge sword as wide as his hand, swinging it wide and wide.

There was a clanging collision, like a fight between farmers in the countryside.

Daemon used ruthless methods, cunningly blinding one of Bronn's eyes, then raising his leg and putting his foot under the opponent's crotch.

Just hearing the sound of eggs breaking, all the men present felt a chill in their crotches.

Rega watched from the audience, subconsciously tightening his grip on the horse's belly, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

The good uncle did this, and he was a little timid before he started fighting.

"Hiss-"

Suddenly, the dragon's roar, as dull as a bell, resounded inside and outside the competition venue, and the huge black dragon shadow broke through the clouds, setting off a gust of wind and disappeared in a flash.

Rhaegar looked up, shook his head and laughed.

Bang!

The referee sounded the gong, and the finals of the tournament began.

The squire removed the bastard Bronn, who was wailing in pain, from the stage. Daemon gasped and discarded the broken shield, and climbed back on the horse.

Rhaegar rode on horseback, looking at his good uncle who became more and more courageous as he fought, and asked normally: "Why don't you take a rest?"

“Strike while the iron is hot, don’t waste time.”

Daemon had a high opinion of himself and stared at Rhaegar as if he were prey, eager for revenge.

"What a loud tone."

Rhaegar sarcastically said provocatively: "Come on, let me weigh your weight."

Who doesn’t know how to tell big lies? Dimon was not the one who suffered from several conflicts.

Bang!

The referee hit the gong hard, the drummer beat intensively, and shouted loudly along with the inspiring music:

"Prince Rhaegar of the Targaryen family versus his uncle Prince Daemon, the ancient and noble bloodline collided!!"

"Hiss..."

A huge scarlet figure soared across the blue sky, aiming at the long white clouds and spraying a puff of dragon flame, making an excited and sharp scream.

It senses the driver's enthusiasm.

"Hiss..."

"Hiss..."

The screams of the bloodworms caused a chain reaction. Roars came from the shore of the Divine Eye Lake, and huge figures one after another soared into the sky.

Golden Sun Flame, light blue Dream Fire, cobalt blue Theselion...

One after another, giant dragons proudly rose into the sky, their vertical pupils glaring at the white stone buildings below, and they flapped their wide wings and slowly circled.

Bang!

Holding back the fear and excitement of the dragon, the referee struck the gong, and the atmosphere reached its highest point.

"drive!!"

Lei Jia's eyes were cold, he gripped the horse's belly and galloped out.