MTL - Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day-Chapter 310 Conquer Aemond

Chapter 310 Conquering Aemond

 The two brothers sat on the edge of the well, facing the three girls who kept their distance.

Rhaegar put his arm around Aemond's shoulders and lowered his voice: "You have been in contact with the four storms for many days. Have you taken a fancy to any one of them?"

Hearing that it was for marriage, Aemond lowered his head in disinterest.

“Sooner or later you will have a wife, at least there are four candidates for you now.” Rhaegar shook his head and laughed.

 It seems that every proud person rejects family-arranged marriages.

 Unless the object is really a stunning beauty.

“Actually, I don’t really want to get married.”

Aemond looked as depressed as a defeated rooster, hanging his head and said: "If I really have to choose, I might choose Cassandra."

Rhaegar glanced at Cassandra vaguely.

Without waiting for Imond's response, he changed the subject: "Wormisor and Silver Wing are sleeping in Longshan. To be on the safe side, I recommend you to contact Silver Wing first. As you said, it is more docile."

Aemond raised his head angrily and shouted with grievance: "Rhaenyra is a Targaryen, she is just a stupid Baratheon!"

To be fair, he was a little angry.

　　The purpose of the first half of the conversation has been achieved, and the topic of marriage has been stopped.

Rhaegar interrupted Aemond's words of discernment to speak a powerful truth.

Rhaegar frowned and looked at Aemond, who had confided his heart.

 Obviously, the eldest brother’s statement was completely different from that of his mother.

 “She hopes that I will choose the eldest one to win the favor of Lord Borros.” Aemond said in an angry tone.

 Older male heirs marry daughters, while younger male heirs marry other nobles.

 The corners of Rega's eyes rose, hearing a different meaning.

Rhaegar did not disturb his thoughts and smiled without saying a word.

 In the Four Storms, Ma Lishan is smart but lacks appearance.

 “She is Hightower, a refined and self-interested surname!”

Aemond looked around blankly, his heart in a mess.

 “Mother never lets me have conflicts with others.” Emond was at a loss and subconsciously recalled his mother’s teachings.

 Under his brother's gaze, Aemond lowered his head again and said in frustration: "Aegon always laughs at me. The princes and ministers in the palace talk about it behind their backs, joking that I am not as good as little Daeron."

However, he was not angry. Instead, he thought that this boy was a good candidate.

 This is the family tradition.

 Aemond is his younger brother.

 He felt a lot of suppressed negative emotions, which was not a good thing.

"Oh, sorry." Rhaegar was stunned for a moment, not expecting Aemond's reaction to be so violent.

"Can…"

Hearing this, Lei Jia’s eyes flashed and he realized what the problem was.

Rhaegar showed a smile, tightened his arms, and encouraged: "The Baratheon family is powerful and will be helpful to you and the family."

 Confirming that no movement was heard over there, he exhaled and said awkwardly: "It's me who should be sorry. The only ones qualified to marry a Targaryen are you and Aegon."

Kassandra inherited the appearance characteristics of the Baratheon family. Her long black hair hanging down her waist and bright eyes gave her a very gorgeous aristocratic temperament.

Rhaegar's expression remained unchanged and he said seriously: "As long as you can ensure that they have laughed at you, you have the right to do so."

From Aemond’s words, it is not difficult to hear that Allison should have persuaded him to choose Cassandra more than once.

Rhaegar blinked and chuckled: "Good choice. She is only 6 years older than you. Rhaenyra and I are 8 years apart."

 It is reasonable for Aemond to choose her.

Young Aemond was not aware of his brother's complicated thoughts. He said emotionally like an honest man: "I want to tame Wormisor. It is stronger and can help me wash away my shame."

Although it is a bit far-fetched, it is undeniable that there is a factor of knowing that Cassandra will most likely inherit Storm's End to avoid trouble.

Eamond quickly struggled to raise his head and looked at his elder brother in surprise.

 Even though this younger brother is not close to him, he cannot erase the blood connection.

　　After thinking for a while, he did not break through the window paper, and it seemed like an ordinary chat: "Does Allison support you in marrying Cassandra?"

Rhaegar's eyes were cold. He pressed Aemond's head to his chest and whispered coldly: "Whoever talks about you again, you will pull out his tongue."

 In his mind, the status of the family is higher.

The remaining two are too young, one is 3 years old and the other is 4 years old, and they are definitely not among Emond's options.

Rhaegar stared into Aemond's trembling eyes, like a wise man who had seen through everything, and lowered his voice: "Allison is not a Targaryen, she cannot educate you well."

Aemond realized that he had lost his composure, and quickly glanced at the Cassandra sisters in the distance, not wanting his true thoughts to be heard by outsiders.

 In comparison, 17-year-old Cassandra is bright and attractive, and has a pair of straight long legs that complement her tall figure.

He thought Aemond would think it through.

Targaryen comes from Valyria and is unlike any other noble surname in Westeros.

 Chaos, disorder, nobility, fire…

These are the hallmarks of Targaryen.

While Aemond was in confusion, Rhaegar was not idle and took out a palm-sized square stone and a carving knife from the bracelet of persistence.

　　唰唰…

 The carving knife seemed to have a soul in Rega's hands. Lines were outlined on the flat surface of the stone, carving out lifelike patterns.

In just a few minutes, a pattern of three red dragons was carved on one side of the stone.

Hearing the trivial sounds coming from his ears, Emond felt a little dazed and looked around to observe.

Rhaegar was still using his knife, turning the stone over and carving the other side.

 High Valyrian, weird symbols, strange lines…

Aemond’s eyes were dazed and his mouth was pursed in astonishment.

 Soon, a pattern composed of circular outlines and symbolic strokes.

 The outer line of the circle resembles a dragon.

 The body of the dragon is slender, like a long winged snake with short hind legs, coiled on the stone surface with its head and tail facing each other.

With the patterns on both sides completed, Rhaegar stretched out his left index finger and scratched the pad of his finger with a sharp carving knife.

 Tick tock!

A drop of fire-red blood seeped out and fell on the stone pattern prepared in advance.

Blood beads kept ticking, flowing along the circular shape of the pattern, and spread all over the entire pattern in an instant.

The first one is a slender dragon shape with a round shape, and the blood is dyed scarlet, like a monster with teeth and claws.

 Following this were strange runes that Aemond could not understand, one after another, and they were all stained red.

 Not long after, the rendering of the pattern was completed, and Rega calmly retracted his index finger.

The small wound that was leaking blood closed slightly, and there was no trace of blood flowing anymore.

According to the theory that blood and fire come from the same source, Lei Jia can mobilize the magic power in the blood to slightly affect the blood flow rate in a certain blood vessel.

 “Here you go, keep it.”

Rhaegar looked at the masterpiece with satisfaction and threw it to Aemond aside.

Eamond hurriedly connected the square stones, perhaps a square stone plaque, and asked curiously: "Do you know how to do stone art?"

 “Obviously.” Rhaegar smiled carelessly.

His stone art was learned from his father Viserys, and that period was considered the only relaxing time after Rhaegar became the crown prince.

 Learn to carve stones without having to accept the cramming education from the city's bachelor. Aemond looked at his elder brother with admiration, turned over the stone tablet and asked, "What's the use of it? I see you dripping blood on it?"

 “Be honest!” Rhaegar said.

 “Huh?” Aemond’s eyes widened, full of doubts.

Rhaegar smiled and explained: "Speaking this sentence in High Valyrian, it means to calm down."

 Aemond tilted his head, still not understanding.

Lei Jiahun didn't care, and chuckled: "When you face a dragon you want to tame, it will help to raise the stone tablet and shout this sentence."

 The stone tablet is engraved with the soothing techniques in the "Forbidden Spell".

 He did not trust enough to hand over the complete forbidden spell to his younger brothers and sisters, but he wanted to help Aemond a little.

 The stone tablet infected his blood and had temporary effect.

　　When Aemond tamed the dragon, he took out the stone tablet. Not only could he tame a dragon 100%, but he could at least guarantee that he would not encounter dragon flames.

"real?"

Aemond opened his mouth wide and stared at the stone tablet.

 He heard from his sister Helena that his eldest brother had some mysterious power.

 So he had a dubious attitude.

"certainly."

Rhaegar responded simply.

Eamond was still a little unconvinced, holding the stone sign and looking around.

Rhaegar shook his head, stood up and brushed off the stone chips on his black robe, then stretched out his hand to show the fine steel carving knife in front of Aemond.

 Aemond looked at him, not knowing why.

 Zila—

The palm of his hand ignited into flames, and the high temperature distorted the air, forcing Aemond to lean back.

Under the flame baking, the fine steel carving knife twisted and deformed, gradually melted into molten iron, and dripped on the ground along the fingers.

 Aemond was stunned.

I saw with my own eyes the molten iron dripping on the moist soil beside the well, and the green smoke emitted, giving off a pungent smell.

Lega shook his hand, not leaving a drop of molten iron behind, and said calmly: "Do you believe it?"

Emond sat blankly on the edge of the well, his breathing suddenly became rapid, and his throat rolled up and down: "I believe it."

"very good."

Rhaegar put his hands behind his back and warned: "I asked the experienced dragon people to take you and Helena to Longshan to familiarize themselves with the environment. I have something else to do, so I'll take the first step."

 After saying that, he turned around and planned to leave.

Just as he took a step forward, Aemond's scream came from behind.

"etc!"

Rhaegar stopped and did not look back.

 He wanted to help this underappreciated younger brother, and at the same time heal his fragile heart that had been suppressed for a long time.

 When carving the stone tablets, he thought clearly and planned a lot.

 The moment the stone tablet was thrown, many thoughts disappeared.

 He still wanted to simply support his younger brother, and did not want to destroy the pure brotherly relationship first.

If this younger brother is smart and grateful enough, he might respond.

 “Wait, Rhaegar.”

Aemond jumped down from the edge of the well eagerly and trotted to stand in front of Rhaegar.

This time, he didn’t call him brother like before, but called Rhaegar’s name the same way he called Aegon.

Rega raised the corners of her mouth slightly and said calmly: "What's the matter?"

 “That...is...”

Aemond was so nervous that he could not speak. He held the stone tablet in his hand and stared at his elder brother with his eyes.

Rhaegar remained silent, watching him calmly.

 “I...I want to say thank you.”

Eamond had never felt so lacking in vocabulary as at this moment, and he mustered up the courage to say words of thanks.

As soon as the words left his mouth, he lowered his head and closed his eyes in embarrassment.

 He was afraid of being laughed at by Rhaegar.

Aegon is a bad boy, and the brothers would always laugh at his polite side when they were in daily contact.

 The ridicule in fantasy will never happen.

Rhaegar just stretched out his hand to rub his head and said with a smile: "Aemond, you are my brother. Daemon never thanks his father."

 Finally, he patted his shoulder and raised his feet.

 “This is different!”

Eamond grabbed his black robe and said in a panic: "I understand the conflict between you and grandpa."

Rhaegar finally turned around and looked at each other thoughtfully, wanting to see what he could say.

 “I am not a fool, I already have the ability to distinguish between good and bad.”

Eamond's eyes dodge unconfidently, and he hesitated to speak several times.

Rhaegar waited patiently.

  “What I want to say is.”

 Eamond gritted his teeth and finally made up his mind.

Hold up the stone tablet with one hand, put his thumb and little finger together with the other hand, raised his head and said: "I swear to the old and new gods, no matter the honor or disgrace in the future, I will never do anything to betray my family or the kingdom!"

 This was the first time that he bravely raised his head and looked at his brother firmly.

He didn't know why he swore, so he said it as soon as his head got hot.

But he knew one thing clearly.

 Apart from Helena, Rhaegar was the only one in the family who would look him in the eyes.

Notice! It’s about facing each other squarely and looking at each other as equals.

Rhaegar looked at his younger brother with a smile on his face and nodded gently: "Very good!"

 Don't say anything, he is really more and more satisfied with Aemond.

 “Hoo~” Aemond breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this, and covered his violently beating heart with his sworn right hand.

Rhaegar didn't give him a chance to breathe. He put his arm around his shoulders and leaned his head against his chest.

 Aemond raised his head blankly.

“Your mother raised Aegon wrong, but you were pretty good.”

Rhaegar's eyes were filled with relief, and he stretched out his hand to brush away the hair that was scattered on Aemond's forehead, lowered his head and kissed it gently.

Targaryen's feelings are so straightforward.

Feeling the touch on his forehead, Aemond's eyes widened and he stood tremblingly.

 After a while, Rhaegar raised his head.

　　Aemond recovered his consciousness slightly, responded with a bear hug, and whispered softly: "Brother."

 (End of this chapter)