Chapter 130 King’s Landing in the Shadows

Dong Dong...

A slight knock on the door disturbed Rhaegar's thoughts.

"who?"

When someone knocked on the door in the middle of the night, Rega frowned subconsciously.

"It's me, your sister."

Rhaenyra's voice came from outside the door.

"Rhaenayla?"

Rega was slightly startled, got up from the bed and said, "Come in."

Crunch——

The door opened, and Rhaenyra walked in carrying a dinner plate.

"Rhaenayla, why are you here?"

Rhaegar was a little confused.

"I heard that you showed great power and took on a big mission. Come and see you."

Rhaenyra naturally walked to the bed and sat down. The dinner plate was placed aside with a glass of milk on it.

"I've prepared a glass of milk for you to save you from insomnia and nightmares at night."

Rhaenyra crossed her legs and smiled.

"grateful."

Rhaegar took the milk seriously and took a sip.

Suddenly, he noticed Rhaenyra's outfit.

A more formal dress, not the black or red dress that I used to like.

It was a green dress that didn't quite fit her.

Rega glanced at it and asked casually: "Why does your dress look familiar to me?"

"Hehe, you finally found it."

Renee tugged at the corner of her skirt and said with a wicked smile: "Last time you were talking in your sleep and kept talking about your stepmother's skirt, so I stole one from Allison."

"Pfft...ahem..."

Upon hearing this, Rega spurted out a mouthful of milk, choking and almost unable to breathe.

He said he felt strangely familiar.

It's actually Allison's dress.

"Why are you reacting like this? I have been hesitating about this dress for several days."

Rhaenyra rolled her eyes angrily and patted her on the back.

Rhaegar suppressed it so much that his face flushed, and he said in embarrassment: "That's just a dress in a dream, not Allison."

He felt so embarrassed to say such words.

All kinds of fragmentary pictures always appear in his dreams.

Occasionally some costumes are normal.

Absolutely nothing to do with Alisson.

"Rhaenyra, you'd better return the skirt to Allison." Rhaegar felt that this was not good.

"What, doesn't it look good?"

Rhaenyra was aroused and refused to admit defeat. She stood up and turned around in a circle.

Rhaegar didn't even look at it, covering his face and saying: "You and Allison have different figures. She is slimmer than you."

Needless to say, Alison is still as tall as a girl even after giving birth to four children.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to charm his father Viserys for so many years.

Rhaegar and his brother both tend to have large frames in the valley, and their bodies are healthy and well-proportioned, not slender by any means.

Rhaenyra was wearing Allison's green dress, which was so tight at the waist that her upper and lower parts were almost unbearable, and it felt very inconsistent.

No wonder Rhaegar could see the difference at a glance.

"Rhaega, do you have the guts to say it again!?"

It was very difficult to guess the woman's thoughts. Rhaenyra's expression changed instantly and she stared at Rhaegar with an unkind look.

Rhaegar choked and hesitated: "I mean, you don't fit Allison's clothes, the size is not right."

"How dare you say that!"

When the words reached Rhaenyra's ears, they were automatically filtered to say that she was in worse shape than Allison.

She put a lot of effort into this dress.

How could I not be angry when I didn't get the praise I expected, but was slandered instead.

Rhaenyra was furious.

The peaks of the upper body are constantly rising and falling, thanks to the quality of the skirt, otherwise it would have cracked.

Seeing that Rhaegar was still trying to argue, he threw him down violently and grabbed his neck with both hands.

But with her little strength, there was no way she could hurt Rhaegar.

Seeing how hard she worked, I couldn't help but laugh out loud and put my arms around her waist.

He still thought it was a daily fight.

As a child, Rhaenyra would always use her age to teach him a lesson.

Rhaenyra pinched her for a long time, but when she saw that it had no effect, she angrily shouted: "Rhaeja, if you dare to talk nonsense again, I will pull out your tongue."

"Haha, you have the final say."

Rhaegar did not realize the seriousness of the problem, and opened his mouth provocatively.

"Ouch~"

Rhaenyra became more and more angry and bit him on the shoulder.

"Rhaenyra, it hurts so much, please let go."

As the pain hit, Rega immediately changed his face and begged for mercy.

"It's a nice thought, but you just need to be dealt with."

While biting the shoulder flesh, Rhaenyra turned it over and raised her hand to whip it.

Plop——

Rhaegar suddenly turned over and pinned her down.

Rhaenyra still bit her tongue and stared at him angrily.

The moon outside the window is bright and bright, and its light shines into the bedroom.

The evening breeze blew through the weirwood trees in the garden, making their leaves rustle.

Rhaegar looked down at Rhaenyra, suffering the pain and falling silent for a moment.

Quite a while.

Rhaenyra's mouth was bloodshot and she slowly opened her mouth.

"Hiss, you're going to kill me!"

Rhaegar quickly distanced himself, holding his bleeding shoulder and grinning.

Rhaenyra was so angry for the first time, and it hurt him.

Rhaenyla lay on the bed glumly and said awkwardly: "I will go with you on the trip to Chaohead Island."

"Who told you that?"

Rega sat on the head of the bed, wiped the saliva off his shoulder, and looked over in surprise.

"In this huge city of King's Landing, besides your dragon's lair, does it have any secrets?"

Rhaenyra glanced at him, her words mocking.

Rega nodded upon hearing this and did not refute.

As the political center of the entire continent, King's Landing is exposed to countless eyes and spies.

"I can just go to Chaotou Island by myself. Sea snakes don't dare to make small moves."

Rhaegar raised his head and said calmly: "Besides, I am going to celebrate the name day, and there is Aunt Rhaenys."

"What about Lana'er and Damon?"

Rhaenyra raised her head, her face serious.

Rhaegar was stunned, not expecting that she even knew this.

"Alas, you have been the crown prince for many years and are good at everything, but you are too self-righteous."

Rhaenyra sighed, her words helpless.

Under Rega's puzzled gaze.

She kicked off her boots, sat on the bedside, and held him in her arms.

Rega obediently leaned his head on the soft place, and his originally irritable mood suddenly calmed down.

Then, I heard Rhaenyra's sad words.

"Rhaegar, I was also chosen as the heir by my father."

"Just because I am not a male, the vassals who swore allegiance to me despised me and followed my words."

"King's Landing is the largest stinking ditch in the world, harboring countless snakes, insects, rats, and ants."

"Every preference and every decision you make will become a target for these bugs."

Having said this, Rhaenyra lowered her head and kissed Rhaegar's forehead, admonishing: "Don't trust anyone, they just want your flesh and blood."

Her vigilance was sincere, and she wanted to tell her brother to be more vigilant and not to become a pawn of others.

Rega silently hugged her slender waist, rubbed her cheek twice, and said movedly: "I understand, I know everything."

"You don't understand. I know first-hand the situation of being isolated and helpless, but you have been living in the sun."

Rhaenyra pressed her hand harder and said seriously: "You have no foundation in the Royal Council. Father's ears have always been weak."

Alas, I want to write something good, but the master He Crab is so awesome that he understands everything.