Chapter 544: Doting on Meka

After a day and night.

Rhaegar held the letter and barely read the High Valyrian script on it.

"Aegon's letter?"

Rhaenyra leaned closer quietly, and the faint fragrance hit her nostrils.

"Who else could write such bad handwriting except him."

Rhaegar's face turned slightly dark. He handed it to Meka in his arms and threatened, "If you dare to write such words, my claws will be chopped off."

Meka retracted her little hand and said, "Grandmaester Mukun said that my handwriting is pretty good."

Rhaegar rolled his eyes, trying to understand what the letter said.

Summarize it in one sentence.

Astapor's defense is very weak, can we attack the city quickly?

Rhaenyra rolled her eyes, lay on Rhaegar's back and hugged his neck, biting her ear and saying, "Do you want it?"

"The child is still here." Rhaegar pursed his lips slightly and replied deliberately.

Meka turned her head silently and looked at the prosperous city under the black wall.

A family of three is located in Volantis.

Aegon, who was far away on the Stepstone Islands, now became the main force in the attack on Slaver's Bay.

Rhaenyra smiled, tilted her head and said, "I asked you to attack Astapor."

Say half a sentence and pause deliberately.

As the queen of a king and Queen of Lys, Rhaenyra has always been in a high-pressure state.

Not only do you have to be busy dealing with government affairs, but you also have to guard against some bitches who dare to climb into bed.

The duty of childbearing almost deprives freedom.

Not to mention the long-famous Slaver's Bay, even the newly conquered Volantis was the first time to set foot there.

She can't wait to go to war and repeat the feats of Queen Visenya.

Rega broke away from Xiangruan's embrace and leaned against the female wall. He had already judged: "Wait a little longer, and Astapor will come to the door."

The blue sky and white clouds are above your head, and the towering black wall is below your feet.

Rhaenyra looked Rhaegar up and down, confused by his strategizing temperament, and whispered, "Oh?"

Deep in my heart, I whispered.

She is already 30 years old.

Even though he has received some kind of blessing, he still looks like he is about twenty years old, and his figure is still slim and graceful.

But there is still unavoidable anxiety.

After all, Helena, who fought with Rhaegar on the dragon many times, was young and beautiful, and had more achievements than her.

On the other hand,

Rhaegar was only 22 years old, at the most energetic stage of his life.

His handsome appearance was praised by people both inside and outside the Seven Kingdoms and the Narrow Sea.

Of course, the denigration of the Ash-Maker may have spread more widely.

Rhaegar didn't know what she was thinking. He took Meka from his arms and placed him on the parapet. His small body could be overturned by a gust of wind.

Rhaenyra tensed up, but chose to trust.

Meka sat on the cold black stone, her calves hanging outside the wall, her fair face tense in vain.

Rhaegar was one step away, leaning forward with his elbows on the parapet, and asked the youngest son, "Are you afraid?"

"Not afraid."

Meka leaned back silently, a little unable to understand what she was saying.

Lei Jia was happy: "I'm not afraid of being a fool. Only your brother Bellon dares to do this."

Meka:…

Sometimes, my father is really hard to figure out.

Rega stopped smiling and became serious: "Look below, all kinds of people in gorgeous clothes and carrying baskets on their backs."

"Um."

Meka nodded heavily and stared with wide eyes.

Under the black wall, next to the wealthy Dongcheng District.

The streets in the city are spacious, with all kinds of shops, inns, and brothels, and there is a constant flow of people, rich and poor.

You can see luxuriously dressed slave owners and even ragged slaves.

In some remote alleys, you can even see prostitutes slapping the round and erect breasts of prostitutes.

Rhaegar pointed at a greasy businessman sitting on a dwarf elephant cart, together with the old slave who drove the cart, and said in a cold voice: "Remember, these are mine for the time being, and one day in the future, they will also be yours."

"Me?" Meka pointed at himself.

"Yes." Rega held his little finger and looked around, including the blue sky in the sky and the gray floor tiles on the ground, and said solemnly:

"You are my son, the future Prince of Volantis, and every tree and plant here belongs to you."

Then, High Valyria spoke briefly and concisely: "You are a true dragon!"

Meka was dumbfounded, thinking half-informed.

Leng Buding got an extra fiefdom and a prince title, and his sensitive brain was a little down.

After getting serious, Rhaegar smiled: "Don't worry, your brothers all have their own territories, and you are not an exception."

"Is it too early to tell him this?"

Rhaenyra said in surprise.

Sometimes, brothers will turn against each other.

Just because she has the confidence to raise several children does not mean that people's hearts will not be corrupted by power.

"Morning?"

Rhaegar didn't care, and said as if something was wrong: "When you were the heir to the Iron Throne, I had no interest in that iron chair."

After a pause, he strictly added: "This is still the case even now."

Is power scary?

Right or wrong.

If you want your children to take the right path, you must first build a solid state of mind.

They are the Targaryens, the last remaining dragon race of ancient Valyria.

The moment you are born from your mother's womb, the moment you ride on a dragon and conquer the sky.

Power is at your fingertips.

Rhaegar was not worried about his children growing up and competing for power.

What could be more important than family and dragons?

Whether it's Baelon, Aemon, Mekar, Lyanna...

When they ride on the dragon, the world is at their feet.

Power, haha.

It's just an ignorant desire for desire when the soul is incomplete.

Just like Daemon, Aegon, Aemond, and even little Daeron who is used to being submissive.

They are all troubled by what they were missing when they were young.

If you don't break free, your life will be uneasy.

Rhaenyra heard this and remained silent.

To some extent, she was also troubled by being abandoned by her father and losing her right to be the heir.

Proving oneself seems to be the destiny of every generation of Targaryen.

Rhaegar patted Mekar on the head, not afraid that he would fall off the wall, and warned: "Enjoy it, this is your birthright."

"But be careful not to be in awe of life."

Cruel people may not go to hell.

Killing innocent people indiscriminately will not end well.

Meka was confused. He looked at the people under the black wall and asked, "How can I manage them if I come to rule?"

The question was very direct, and there was no hint of any hesitation.

Rhaegar liked this about his youngest son. He was more decisive and less secretive than his eldest and second sons. He smiled and said, "The best management is to set a rule and let them fight each other internally."

Meka tilted her head, indicating that she didn't understand.

Rhaegar said patiently: "What is the system of Myr and Lys?"

Meka opened her eyes and turned her head.

Mill was a three-member parliament, with representatives elected by old nobles, commoners, and slaves.

After the identity card was issued, Protestantism, craftsmen's unions, healers and bachelor groups gradually emerged.

Layers of separation, layers of control.

Even if Rhaegar does not live in Myr, the city-state operates effectively under a huge mechanical system.

Lys is a high tower system with a queen and three councilors.

Rhaenyra was left in charge, and it was all up to Johanna and Lannal to manage things in an orderly manner.

Johanna is a local force in Reese, and Lanner is a foreign noble force.

Hedging between the two sides is the best check and balance.

Meka had a headache thinking about it, and she had thoughts but couldn't think clearly.

Lei Jia did not force the answer, and smiled: "Think about it slowly, you will understand later."

He decided to leave Maekar in Volantis for a while to observe the cruel rules of this slave city.

The characters of Bellon and Eamonn are basically finalized and there will be no major changes in the future.

Meka is still small and more malleable.

"Okay." Meka agreed in a daze.

The children couldn't understand it, but Rhaenyra who was listening could understand it.

Thinking of Johanna's overt and covert struggles with external forces, combined with the three city-states in Slaver's Bay, Rhaenyra suddenly said: "Will the three city-states attack each other?"

"They have no chance." Rhaegar shook his head in denial.

Aegon harassed Astapor, and Daemon kept Yunkai at bay.

Three out of three, the lone tree in Meerin is difficult to support, and they dare not rush to help.

Slaver's Bay had no chance to unite and fight the enemy together.

Rhaenyra frowned slightly and speculated: "There will be problems within Astapor?"

Aegon's dragon-riding harassment has formed an implicit rule of oppression.

The good people in the city will eventually be unable to bear the high pressure.

Rhaegar smiled and refused to deny it.

According to the information from the red-robed female priest, Meereen is the main force that worships the bastard dragon king.

Just like the Three Women Kingdom in the past, Reese is the one who controls Mogul.

The other two city-states followed suit and took advantage.

A group of despicable slave traders with no sense of propriety, justice or shame.

If you can't see the real benefits brought by the hybrid Dragon King and Yanhai Young Dragon, how can you be willing to die?

At this time, there was a burst of footsteps behind him.

Rhaenys, wearing red armor and dusty, walked quickly and said in surprise: "I just came back from patrol and heard the news of your visit."

"Aunt." Rhaenyra greeted with a smile.

The family of three first went to the Worm River, visited Aegon and then returned to Volantis.

Full of plans, just arrived one day ago.

Rhaenys was very happy to see her relatives and took the time to ask, "How is Lannar?"

"She is fine. Daemon has established Benila as the heir."

Rhaenyra's expression was complicated, and she felt a little awkward when she said this.

She thought that Lanner would break up, but she didn't expect to have a second spring.

On the contrary, Bai Maggot Xiaomei's position is in an awkward position, and Dai Meng has not said when she will get married.

Rhaenyra felt strange to be involved in this.

Rhaegar glanced at her and held her bare hand.

Rhaenyra was stunned for a moment, then smiled in relief.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty!"

Urgent shouts rang out, and a blond figure ran over in small steps.

Tailan combed his back hair, his stubble was unkempt, and breathed: "Volantis' finances are in good hands, and the tiger and elephant parties have confiscated a lot of money."

"Thank you for your hard work, Tailan."

Rhaegar noticed the redness in the other person's eyes and encouraged him appropriately: "I plan to let you stay in Volantis as the first administrator."

"Really?"

Tailan was surprised and happy, realized the slip of the tongue, and said quickly: "Sorry, I was too excited."

The Tigers and Elephants of Volantis were out of power, leaving only low-level officials in management.

If he were the first magistrate, he would be comparable to the Hand of the King in Westeros.

It is much more valuable than a nameless Sea Minister.

Rega nodded gently and affirmed: "It has to be you."

After saying that, he grabbed Meka by the back collar, placed it at Tailan's feet, and said solemnly: "He will leave it to you, and you will be his enlightenment teacher from now on."

"Huh?" Meka was stunned.

Tailan also reacted similarly.

Tai Lan had a dull look on his face, pointing at the little prince who was no taller than his knees, and asked at a loss: "Is the prince too small?"

"It's a little small."

Rhaegar said something, and Tyran sighed secretly.

He didn't want to be a babysitter for a broken kid.

Then, Rega said: "But Meka is a little genius, he won't cause you too much trouble."

The confident look is like some stereotyped parents who want their children to be successful.

Tylan wanted to refuse but didn't dare to speak, so he squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying: "Your Majesty trusts me, I...then I'll try."

"I'll try too."

Meka was unhappy and grabbed Tylan's trouser leg.

The other party even despised him.

A flatterer who always runs the last few steps to see his father.