Chapter 251 Death of Rhaegar
Rhaegar sat in this luxurious hall at a loss.
The young prince never thought he would be so lucky. Among the dragon knights who came to the Eastern Continent, Aemon and Aerion both refused land or actual title rewards. When Daeron asked if they could help manage the conquered land, At that time, both of them decisively refused.
With no other choice, Daeron could only hand over the rule of the Conquered Land to his younger brother, the younger Rhaegar, and canonized him as "Prince Rika Raklon, Guardian of the Conquered Land." He stayed in the Conquered Land with the dragon Horntide. Eastern Continent, managing this newly conquered land.
He was forced to return to King's Landing not only because of his responsibilities, but also because Queen Jeyne was pregnant.
The entire Red Keep was busy working on this matter. Even Queen Samantha, who was seriously ill, took Baylor back to the Red Keep to take care of Queen Jenny nearby.
Rhaegar and a group of new nobles were left to manage the devastated land after the war.
It was not until the harvest season came that Rhaegar realized that ruling a vast area was really not something that ordinary people could do, especially since the mess his brother had left for him was actually an extremely bad mess.
Rhaegar still remembered a dispute he had dealt with before setting off for Ho Sule to attend a banquet hosted by the surrendered nobles there.
Not complicated, but difficult to deal with. When a knight who obtained a fief returned to his land, he was horrified to find that he was assigned to a ruins, and his brother - just because he was the second son, he was the second son. If he is an illegitimate child, he will get the share They obtained a territory where the people still remained, and the two of them were forcibly recruited by the big lord of this land - the brother of a certain big lord. The reason was very simple. The big lord found that the locals were not good. It's better for people from Westeros to use it.
So instead of becoming truly wealthy, the two knights were saddled with high debts.
For such a long time, Rhaegar has basically been dealing with this kind of affairs, but he can't solve these problems at all.
We can only tear down the east wall to make up for the west wall, barely maintaining a fragile balance.
My thoughts returned to the banquet.
Rhaegar tried his best to smile and raised his wine glass to return the toast to the lord who was toasting him. The dance of the dancer in the center of the banquet hall became faster and faster, more and more intense, and even the music became more exciting.
"Lord Fulgrim, what's going on?" Rhaegar didn't like this kind of music. He couldn't help turning his head to look at Fulgrim, who was enjoying the dance.
After Salish was ennobled as Duke and Governor, the Fulgen Army Commander also gained unimaginable benefits. Not only did he become the actual controller and heir of a large territory, he also successfully obtained a quarter of the military power in the conquered areas. .
He now serves as Rhaegar's chief knight, assisting Rhaegar together with the local noble knight Jon Darklin.
"Your Highness, this is our specialty." Fulgen smiled gently: "It is not easy to recruit so many dancers who can dance quickly. Your Highness, we sincerely love you and your brother. This is what we dedicate to you. Your gift."
Rega endured his dissatisfaction and discomfort with the intense music and forced himself to continue reading: "On behalf of His Majesty the King, I would like to thank you for your dedication."
"That's right, Your Highness." Fulgen said softly.
The music gradually subsided, and Rega quickly took this opportunity to walk up to Fulgen with a wine glass in his hand: "Count Fulgen, thank you for your efforts."
Rhaegar raised his glass, touched it lightly with the frightened Fulgrim, and whispered: "Please and Governor Salish consider my proposal more."
"We know very well that His Highness's proposal is beneficial and harmless to us." Fulgan said sincerely in the same low voice: "But this land has been like this for hundreds of years, so that the noble lords who have surrendered to the king Give up the population." He looked outside cautiously: "Even if the kingdom offers full compensation, most lords will not be willing to do so, believe me, Your Highness."
Rhaegar gritted his teeth. Although he was young, he could see many things clearly.
These surrendered lords were just as my brother feared, and they acted in both ways. Uncle Viserys was eager to make the war less intense, but he had never thought that the Eastern Continent was different from Westeros, and his brother was not Aegon the Conqueror. The dragon that could subdue all resistance forces, now only A young horned tide
This is the case with Fulgen in front of them. They just want to drag it out until the big lords are forced to join forces with their local lords who were once tyrants and warlords, and the small lords are burdened with debts and lose their territories.
Finally returned to their dominance.
There is no way to send enough people from within the kingdom. Maybe there will be a long summer if it lasts for another ten years or so, but now, no.
"Listen to me, Count Fulgrim." Rhaegar got closer: "I won't beat around the bush with you. My attitude is very clear. The kingdom is willing to pay some compensation, but the kingdom does not want to lose any of its available power."
"I'm very aware of your attitude, but you also know." Fulgan still laughed: "My father and I are just one of the lords of this land. We can't control most things. Your Highness, my suggestion is Yes, you can recruit farmers from the local area or buy slaves."
"Impossible!" He refused firmly.
"I understand." Rhaegar's face turned cold: "Thank you for your advice, Count Fulgrim."
The young prince saluted everyone from a distance, took a sip of wine, turned and walked towards the terrace.
He wanted to be quiet.
Seeing Rhaegar walk away, Fulgrim shook his head and continued to appreciate the dance that was getting intense again.
The noisy music gradually faded away, and Rhaegar let out a long sigh.
The world was finally quiet.
The vegetation in Ho-Sure was very dense. It was said that during the rule of the Rhoynar, those olive-skinned people even built tree houses.
Even now, there are plants whose names are unknown growing on the terrace, forming a natural landscape and umbrella.
Rhaegar took a sip of wine, and he was thinking about whether to ask his brother for help. Maybe it would be much better to ask the two cousins and uncles to come. The dragon is enough to make the disobedient guys hand over everything obediently.
But my sister-in-law is preparing for childbirth, and my cousins are also worried about the trouble of cousin Aegon.
It's difficult to deal with it.
Just as Rhaegar was thinking hard, a waiter dressed in ordinary clothes stood beside Rhaegar at some point.
"Didn't I say don't worry about me, let me be alone?"
Feeling someone around him, Rhaegar said without turning his head.
"Prince Rhaegar Targaryen, do you know how all the other dragon kings who owned dragons and were stranded outside died during the Bloody Century, except for your family and the dragon king Orion Vareses who led the army to the war?"
The man's voice was very low and his speed was very fast.
Rhaegar didn't hear what he said clearly.
"Sorry, you. Uh."
Rhaegar just turned around and was about to ask, when suddenly the man ran straight into his arms, and his chest was in great pain.
Puff.
The sound of the sharp blade piercing the flesh, bypassing the bones, and piercing the heart was so clear.
Just a moment.
There was no other feeling.
Rhaegar only heard a roar that shook the earth.
Then, he felt nothing.
