MTL - Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day-Chapter 345 Best friend Lanner

Chapter 345: Best friend Lanner

 The godswood.

 In the lush garden, various types of willows, pines and cypresses are planted, and a clear stream flows.

Rhaenyra took a leisurely stroll and stopped to admire a light purple flowerbed.

 There were many aristocratic ladies and young ladies wandering nearby, wearing clothes, skirts and accessories in the name of flower viewing.

 When they noticed Rhaenyra's arrival, the ladies all greeted her and did not dare to get too close.

She was accompanied by her maid Sarah and two iron-like Unsullied guards.

Rhaenyra pursed her lips and smiled, then walked deeper into the forest so as not to disturb their enjoyment.

Going around to the other side of the flower garden, a dozen gardeners were pruning flowers and grass.

 There is also an acquaintance among them.

 The green man of Thousand Faces Island, Green Hand Gal.

The faith of R'hllor can be the only one, or it can be one of many foreign faiths.

 But it’s still okay to be rare.

 You need to rest when you are sleepy. Rhaenyra could not bear to treat the baby in her belly harshly.

The last time Rhaenyra was prevented from entering Rhaegar's warm soup, the next day he was banned from the Isle of Faces and hired as a temporary gardener at Harrenhal.

Taking some time to talk to the red-robed witch, they discussed R'hllor's faith in detail.

Seeing her seductive look, Rega grinned: "I'm exhausted, let me in quickly."

 …

Rhaenyra held the doorframe with one hand and whispered, "No! You have to sleep outside tonight."

Rhaenyra is pregnant and must not act recklessly.

Most of the time, he still works as a witch doctor, and occasionally works in Harrenhal.

Gar still looks like a fat old man, wearing a coarse cloth robe and taking the lead in tending a clump of lilac trees.

 Sacrifice was held at every turn, with animals and even slaves as sacrifices.

 Belief, something subtle.

  Hiff, sniff~

Passing by after a few steps, Rhaenyra frowned in confusion, her nose quivered slightly, and she smelled a familiar fragrance.

Rhaenyra watched the excitement for a while, feeling slightly sleepy, and yawned unconsciously.

Rhaenyra was wearing a light nightgown and looked at him with a smile.

Rhaegar doesn’t care.

Rhaenyra's eyes narrowed and she said in a deep voice, "Sarah!"

Rhaenyra glanced at him casually and walked by without taking it seriously.

Rhaegar raised his hand and knocked on the door, and the door creaked open.

The Faith of the Seven Gods is unique in Westeros. No matter what it is on the inside, its superficial teachings and traditions are very close to the people.

 Night falls.

Without a series of corrections, this belief will be labeled as a cultist even if it is introduced into Westeros.

Skipping her hair wrapped in silk scarves, her eyes fell on the silver-gold temples on both sides of her ears.

 The door of the lord's bedroom.

Rhaenyra went back to her room early to rest. He had been busy all afternoon.

Twisted a strand of hair and put it under the tip of her straight nose, sniffed it, and turned to stare at the two girls who were covering their heads tightly.

　　咚咚…

 …

He is dressed in ordinary clothes, with his hair **** and wrapped in a silk scarf. Looking at his back, he looks slender.

Single point of view, the temple of R'hllor itself is selling slaves, raising boys and girls and teaching them as hands of the holy fire and bed slaves.

"Let's go back."

　　God Lei Jia returned to the Burning King Tower a little tired.

The red robe witch is astute and aware of the conflict between the doctrine and the local customs of Westeros, and plans to further her education.

 He will not come forward to support, it is enough not to obstruct it secretly.

 The faith of the Seven Gods is arbitrary and needs some impact from external faiths.

 In comparison, the faith of R'hllor only occupies a small place among the complex beliefs of Essos.

Rega's evaluation is not very good.

"Busy working?"

Old Tully returned early with the body of his youngest son Edmure, and he sent it off on behalf of the royal family.

As soon as I turned around, two girls, one big and one small, were holding scissors to trim the weeds growing in the flowerbed.

“Just give me a corner of the bed,” Rhaegar said miserably.

Thought she was angry because of Jenny and was deliberately teasing herself.

"no!"

Rhaenyra shook her head and said resolutely: "Lanael will sleep with me tonight, and there is no room for you."

Move your feet to a different position, revealing the dark-skinned beauty on the bed.

 Lanner was also wearing a light nightgown, lying lazily on the couch, with a pair of round and delicate legs crossed and exposed.

"Oh, sorry!"

Rhaegar was stunned for a moment and quickly looked away: "This is not something I can see."

"Perhaps you should sleep with Daemon, and the uncle and nephew can talk by candlelight at night." Rhaenyra felt proud.

Rhaegar quickly shook his head: "I just don't think it's safe for you two pregnant women to sleep together. It's better to go back to your respective partners."

 “It’s not safe to sleep with you!” Rhaenyra looked at her with contempt.

 Rhaegar:…

 There was a moment of silence. Rhaenyra's slim figure was half-leaning against the doorframe, her long silver-gold hair hanging on her chest, and her pair of purple eyes looking up and down with deep meaning.

　　I wish I could make a hole out of the person in front of me.

Rhaegar felt uncomfortable and couldn't help but take a step back.

What a strange look in his eyes, as if he was seeing him clearly for the first time.

Rhaenyra suddenly said: "Rhaegar, I find that your taste has changed."

Rhaegar tilted his head in confusion, confused.

 “Are you hiding something from me?”

Rhaenyra's eyes sparkled, she hugged his waist with her arms, and buried her head in her chest to listen to his heartbeat.

Rhaegar's scalp went numb when he heard this, and he hesitated: "I promised Jane something..."

 “I don’t care about that.”

Rhaenyra stared up at him and said seriously: "My mother once said that a woman's battlefield is the birth bed. I have already stepped into the battlefield with one foot. You should know the consequences of lying about military information."

"I should chop off the head of the liar." Rhaegar replied bravely.

"Hmm, I can't bear to chop off your head." Rhaenyra snorted and took out an ancient gold coin in her palm, saying in memory: "Do you still remember this?"

Rhaegar recognized them at a glance as the first batch of ancient Valyrian gold coins found in the space bracelet.

 When he took over as crown prince, he gave Rhaenyla three gold coins and promised to grant her three wishes.

 For a moment, Rhaegar's eyes changed slightly, becoming more serious than ever before: "Rhaenyra, whatever you want to know, I will tell you everything."

Rhaenyra regarded the three gold coins as such a treasure that even Rhaegar could not find them where they were kept.

Rhaenyra was not willing to take out one and use it when she had a relationship with Janey.

 “It seems that you still mean what you say.”

Rhaenyra pursed her lips, her eyes twitched, and whispered: "A little thing, it's not a big deal at first, but I still want to hear it from your own mouth."

Her tone was a little guilty, as if she was sorry for this behavior.

 Because it is indeed not a big deal, but it requires a process of persuasion.

Rhaegar was in a daze, with random thoughts in his mind.

He thought about agreeing to marry Jane, Helena's abnormality, and even the fact that Sarah was still secretly loyal to him...

 Recently, I really haven’t done anything bad.

Seeing him thinking over and over again, Rhaenyra hugged his neck, rubbed her head against his neck and hair, and said softly: "Think carefully, otherwise Lannal will sleep with me tomorrow night."

 Speaking, he put the ancient gold coin into his hand.

Rhaegar was confused and looked at Sara standing by the bed calmly.

Rhaenyra stepped aside to block his view and warned: "Think for yourself, don't pry around."

 Speaking, he turned back and glared at the innocent Sara.

 Sarah lowered her head, put her hands on her belly and remained silent.

Rhaegar was completely bewildered.

He would rather Rhaenyra said the problem directly, even if she opened her little mouth and got angry.

 Let him guess?

There is no need to guess whether he promised Damon to attack the Three Women Kingdom.

Rhaenyra seemed to see what he was thinking. She shook her head with a smile, stood on tiptoes and kissed the side of her face.

"See you tomorrow."

 Slamming the door.

Rhaegar remained silent, vaguely hearing the conversation between Rhaenyra and Lannar in the room.

 Turn around and walk away silently.

 He planned to find out about the situation from Tormund first, and then get some sleep with Damon.

Who told Damon's wife to occupy his bed?

 …

 Inside the room.

Rhaenyra and Lannar were lying on the bed, huddled together, hugging each other.

 “Are you worried?”

 Lanner’s eyes were soft, and she held her friend in her arms and caressed her gently.

Rhaenyra shook her head: "An illegitimate daughter. I just feel sorry for Rhaegar for guarding him too strictly."

　　That said, you know whether you feel good or not.

Rhaegar betrayed her again.

 Lannar has a different view: "Rhaegar looks down on vulgar fans, and this is his advantage."

"It turns out that he doesn't have to be me." Rhaenyra's voice was muffled and her mood was very low.

Lanner sighed helplessly: "My father, who is so unsmiling, still has a mistress in Hull Town, or you can compare it with Damon's romantic debauchery."

 She is not a carefree woman, and Damon is not a discreet man.

 She admired Damon's unruly character and extraordinary experience, and Damon took a fancy to her beauty and family background.

Rhaenyra raised her head and glanced at her. She put her little hand under the other person's skirt and caressed her swollen belly. She teased, "If you say that, I'll feel much better."

 “Rhaenyla, you are so annoying!” Lannar grabbed the offending little hand, pretending to be angry.

Rhaenyra played around for a while, resting her head on her friend's soft body, feeling disappointed: "He is my brother, but I play the role of mother most of the time, and I am not willing to let go of him at all."

 Lanner touched her belly and comforted her: "You are a mother now."

Rhaenyra’s actions were the result of her direction.

Rhaegar is not Daemon. He has the pride and integrity of the Arryn family in his blood, and he doesn’t like sensuality.

　Things have been made clear and there is room for each other.

 A small misunderstanding will be over in a blink of an eye.

 …

 Two days later.

 A contest ground, a high platform.

 “Hiss…”

A huge scarlet figure flashed past, its snake-like slender body was very agile, and it flapped a pair of broad wings to beat out the strong wind.

Damon was wearing jet black armor and wearing a golden sword. He sat on a chair and said calmly: "Brother, the pirates in the Three Women's Kingdom are getting more and more rampant. This is not a good sign."

 “This is always the case in the Three Women’s Kingdom, you are too sensitive.”

Viserys frowned depressedly and refused: "If you have anything to do, we can talk about it after the tournament. Don't disturb my happy mood."

 “Ha~, you always have ten thousand reasons to reject me.”

Damon let out a strange cry and leaned his head back on the chair.

 He tried to persuade him privately several times, but was shunned by various reasons. He really didn't have the patience to talk nonsense.

 Lanner reluctantly patted her husband's hand, telling him to pay attention to his etiquette.

Damon curled his lips, stretched out his hand to caress his wife's belly, and stared at his nephew opposite him with burning eyes.

In order to distinguish his appearance from that of his good uncle, Rhaegar tied his long shawl hair behind his head and put on a set of silver-white armor with a better appearance.

 The overall armor is defensive. A diamond-shaped steel armor on the chest is as bright as a mirror. The shoulder armor on both sides is like a dragon's head. There is a red cloak on the back.

At this time, Rhaegar looked calm and whispered quietly to Tormund, keeping an eye on his good uncle's every move.

The uncle and nephew looked at each other, and there was a flash of deep dislike for each other.

Damon’s eyes were gloomy and a sneer appeared on his lips.

 He didn't know how he offended the other party, so he forced himself to stay in his room for two nights in a row.

Is it possible that you want to use this disgusting trick to target him?

Thinking about it, Daemon glanced at Laninor behind his cousin Rhaenys, his eyes becoming more and more evil.

 Lanino was watching the competition with a smile when he suddenly shivered and felt something bad.

 (End of this chapter)