Chapter 3 Light of the Kingdom

【Rhaegar Targaryen】

Talent: Dreamer (gold)

Bloodline: Ancient Valyrian Dragon King (+8%)

Skills: Literature (Elementary), History (Elementary)

Relic: Blood and fire (fire resistance +50%)

Comment: "The ancient bloodline is showing signs of recovery. If we can encounter a miracle, we may be able to get out of this predicament."

Rhaegar looked at the panel and pondered slightly.

Lineage, relics and evaluations have all changed on the panel.

"Ancient bloodline..."

Rega murmured in a low voice: "Did the origin of blood and fire inspire the true dragon's blood?"

"Forget it, don't waste your brain on things you can't figure out. It's better to continue looking for the lost treasure."

With his body much lighter, Rhaegar tried to jump off the altar and succeeded.

"Explorer, you will definitely be able to cure my frailty."

With excitement, Rhaegar raised his eyebrows, secretly applauding his adventure.

The excitement didn't get to his head.

The young prince had to go back to bed.

Walking out of the hall, it was getting dark outside, and the servant lit the oil lamp on the wall to illuminate the Red Fort at night.

No one paid attention to him all the way, and Rhaegar quickly returned to his home.

Crunch——

Pushing open the door, the room was dark, and the moonlight filtered through the glass window, reflecting a hazy halo.

"Who! Who is there?"

Standing at the door, Rega asked sternly, staring at the back by the window.

Ambushing him in his bedroom at night, could someone want to attack him?

"It's me, Rhaegar."

Turning around, in the moonlight, you could see a girl wearing a slim leather skirt.

Also has silver-gold hair.

The girl turned to look at him and shrugged: "Why, I didn't celebrate your birthday and you don't even recognize your sister?"

"Rhaenayla, why are you in my room?"

Seeing the girl's face clearly, Rhaegar breathed a sigh of relief and his eyes showed joy.

The girl is his biological sister.

The rightful heir to the Iron Throne.

Light of the Kingdom - Princess Rhaenyra.

Rhaenyra leaned against the window, staring at his pale face with complex eyes, a flash of pity flashing across his face.

Looking away, Rhaenyra hesitated: "Today is your birthday. As my sister, I should come and see you."

Rega smiled happily: "Sister, I'm very happy that you can come see me."

"But I don't like birthdays, you know."

Rhaenyra breathed out: "I know, I went to visit my mother today, and I came to see you in the afternoon, and I have been waiting until now."

"Didn't you eat?"

Rhaegar asked confusedly.

Rhaenyra didn't react for a moment: "I ate a piece of bread in the morning, and the rest of the time..."

"That means I haven't eaten yet."

Rhaegar interrupted her, got up and went to the bedside table to rummage around.

"What are you looking for?" Rhaenyra was confused.

"Don't worry, I have it in stock."

With that said, Rhaegar took out a pack of biscuits from the drawer.

Passing the biscuits to Rhaenyra, Rhaegar hung a pot of cold tea on the table on the fireplace and lit the coals inside.

“The Red Fort is close to the coast, so it’s always humid and cold both in winter and summer.”

Rhaegar sat casually by the fireplace, patted the seat opposite and motioned for Rhaenyra to sit down.

"How have you been lately? Do you still have nightmares?"

Not rejecting her brother's kindness, Rhaenyra opened the biscuit and ate one generously, then warmed herself over the fire with him.

"Give me a piece, I haven't eaten it yet."

Rhaegar grabbed the second biscuit she took out and replied: "Nightmares always follow me. I have long been used to it."

"Where have you been playing until now, and you haven't even eaten?"

Rhaenyra was curious in her heart and worried in her eyes: "The Grand Maester said that you have refused to take medicine recently. My father and I are very worried about you."

"Wander around as you like, I know my body well, and taking medicine won't solve the problem, but I believe it will get better soon."

Rega defended and changed the topic: "Tell me, what else do you have to share with me?"

Rhaenyra said displeased: "We are talking about you."

"But every time you come to see me, you always complain to me."

Rhaegar gnawed on the biscuit: "Dear sister, I have become accustomed to being the tree hole where you talk."

"asshole."

Rhaenyra snorted coldly: "It's not just a dirty game of power. Those ministers think that women should not sit on the Iron Throne. They want to drag me down and let my father replace Aegon."

"Father loves you dearly, sister."

Rhaegar didn't think King Viserys would harm his daughter because of what his ministers thought.

"never!"

Rhaenyra shouted back.

Rhaegar was startled and looked at her sarcastically.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. I was going crazy because of Feng Yanfeng's tone."

Realizing that she had lost her temper, Rhaenyra touched her brother's head and lowered her voice a lot: "My father wants to marry me to those powerful people who can help him consolidate the power of the king. I feel like... like... "

"Sold like goods?"

Rhaegar spoke her thoughts for her.

"Rhaegar, my brother."

The words revealed her thoughts, Rhaenyra's eyes turned red, and she helplessly took her brother's hand.

Since his mother died, his father married his best friend, and his uncle Daemon was kicked out of King's Landing.

She had no one to confide in her heart.

Apart from riding a dragon and flying through the sky, she felt like a lonely ghost in the huge Red Keep.

No one listened to her, no one really helped her.

Rhaenyra held her brother's thin little hand tightly: "Fortunately the stranger didn't take you away, otherwise I really don't know who would care about me."

Rhaegar shook his head and said, "Don't think like that, sister."

"Father has not replaced you as heir, which means that he still loves you."

"The gossip outside is not only impacting you, but also beating your father who protects you from wind and rain."

Rhaenyra lowered her head: "But I don't want to marry those vultures with malicious intentions. They just want to eat my flesh and blood."

"If you don't want to, maybe I can go talk to my father. Maybe he will see our deep love as brother and sister and forget about this for a while."

Rhaegar had an idea in his mind, and with a very gentle face, he tried his best to comfort his sister.

"But……"

Rhaenyra hesitated, unable to speak.

Rega said bitterly: "I know that every time my father sees my son who is dying at any time, he will think of his mother and fall into deep self-blame and guilt."

"He doesn't want to get close to me, and he's even more afraid that he won't be able to bear the blow of losing me one day."

"However, I am Rhaegar Targaryen. I belong to the sky and the sea. I cannot always be imprisoned in the Red Castle."

Rhaegar's face was firm, looking at his sister expectantly.

Listening to her brother's hopeful words, Rhaenyra felt the same way.

She was kept captive by her father and deeply bound by power.

The girl didn't think much and agreed: "Okay, I will take you to see your father tomorrow. He should fulfill his father's responsibilities."

Rhaegar's childish face showed a smile, and he crawled into Rhaenyra's modest chest affectionately, and said, "Sister, this is the birthday gift I want."

Bullshit cakes and birthday celebrations.

He just wants the love of his relatives.

This is not greedy.

Rhaenyra hugged her brother, her chin resting on the shoulder where she could feel the bones clearly, her eyes were confused and helpless.

After a long silence, he said regretfully: "How I wish you had a healthy body?"

"This will satisfy everyone's expectations and protect me."

"I will stay with you, sister, until the stranger takes me away."

Feeling the breath of the girl's arms, Rega responded in a muffled voice.

When he was young, the only people in the world were his father Viserys and his sister Rhaenyra.

He didn't want these two relatives to be harmed.

There is a slight difference between the book and the play. The timeline in the play spans a large time, and the time is concentrated into a series of events for ease of interpretation.

In the book, the author will stick to the timeline of the original work.

The events are the same, but a little clearer to avoid unclear issues such as the age of the characters.