Game of Thrones: I Am The Heir For A Day

Chapter 120: Dragonpit Reform

Chapter 120: Dragonpit Reform

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The stone ball landed in the slot in front of Rhaegar, signifying that the heir prince was ready and the Small Council Meeting had officially begun.

Tyland Lannister was the first to speak, his expression serious. "Your Grace, there are signs that the Kingdom of the Three Daughters is resurging after many years."

"According to the latest reports, ships near the Stepstones have been intercepted by an unknown group of pirates."

Viserys's face grew heavy. "Are you sure it's the Three Daughters?"

"Not confirmed yet, but the signs point to them," Tyland replied, shaking his head.

"The Three Daughters' pirates are a serious threat to the kingdom. We must send more spies to gather accurate information and should not underestimate them," Viserys sighed.

He didn't want the kingdom involved in a war, especially with the Stepstones so far from King's Landing.

Tyland nodded, concluding his report.Upstodatee from n(0)/ve/lbIn/.(co/m

Next was Lyonel Strong, Hand of the King. Placing one hand on the table, the bloated Hand spoke slowly, "Your Grace, the construction of the Prince's palace has begun, and the cost is considerable."

"That's fine. We'll cover it from the treasury," Viserys said, smiling at Rhaegar. "That's good news for you."

"Thank you, Father," Rhaegar replied, leaning back in his chair with a smile.

Traditionally, the fiefdoms of Crown Princes were on Dragonstone.

To compensate Rhaenyra, the island was returned to her until her death, leaving Rhaegar without his own fiefdom.

After years of negotiations, it was decided that both the heir Prince and the Princess should have their own residences.

Viserys had given Rhaegar a piece of land of his choosing to build the Prince's Palace. Work had begun early this year, but due to its distance from King's Landing and the time required to select materials and labor, construction had only recently started.

Lyonel finished his report.

The Minister of Finance, Lyman Beesbury, rose slowly to his feet, holding a report in his hand. "Your Grace, the Prince has submitted a proposal for the reconstruction of the Dragonpit. The costs are so high that I cannot authorize it."

Many noble ladies in the kingdom had been enchanted by him at first sight. Suddenly, Rhaenyra's earlobes turned slightly red, and she hurriedly looked away.

"Rhaegar is an adult now," she murmured to herself, her heart beating a little faster.

No one noticed the princess's thoughts as the discussion over the Dragonpit reform continued heatedly.

Half an hour later, the discussion concluded. Viserys clapped his hands and said, "The Dragonpit can be reformed, but it must be done within its limits. If anything goes wrong, it should be halted immediately."

"Yes, Father."

The motion passed, and Rhaegar, grateful, embraced his father. He had never expected the proposal to rebuild the Dragonpit to pass. Reform had been his primary goal. The current Dragonpit was still too weak and needed strengthening in every aspect.

Viserys, somewhat resigned, squeezed his eldest son's arm. It gave him some comfort. The mere sight of a healthy, intelligent heir was reassuring.

Viserys thought for a moment and then advised, "You can take charge of the Dragonpit, but after this, you will assist the advisers and learn how to run the kingdom."

Rhaegar understood his father's good intentions and accepted gladly. "No problem, Father."

With the Dragonpit matter settled, the Small Council moved on to other political issues.

Rhaenyra, not particularly interested in politics, rose silently from her chair. She walked around the council table, picked up a flask from the fireplace, and poured a glass of wine for her father. She then served each of the ministers. The ministers nodded their thanks, and for a moment, it felt like old times.

Rhaenyra, as a young girl, had often served wine while listening to the council’s discussions. When she finally reached Rhaegar, nostalgia filled her. She lifted the wine bottle skillfully.

Rhaegar, however, covered his glass and moved aside. Looking at her gently, he said, "You're not serving wine anymore."

After her teenage years, Rhaenyra had grown more beautiful, deserving the title "Realm's Delight."

Rhaenyra smiled. "I have to do something."

"Sit down. The meeting will be over soon."

Rhaegar pulled her back into her seat and pushed the flask toward their father, who had finished his drink.