The royal meeting soon ended.
Viserys did not leave, but instead sat in a chair and took gulps of wine.
Strong liquor is the best numbing agent for stress.
"The gods are unfair."
Viserys sighed deeply and finished the wine in his glass.
They are all sons of his father and Targaryens of the same generation.
His daughter seems smart, but she is actually irresponsible.
The two sons and one daughter born to Alicent are even worse.
The eldest son, Aegon, is a little fool who still pees and plays in the mud at six years old.
The second daughter and second son are always together, playing with all kinds of reptiles.
In contrast,
Damn Daemon!!!
Son Aemon.
At only twelve years old, he rides the second largest and perhaps most ferocious dragon, "Bronze Fury" Vormithor.
With the power of his mother's family, he gathered an army of 20,000 in the valley.
Looking at the Targaryen family's brief history in the book,
His grandfather, Jaehaerys, only succeeded to the throne at the age of fourteen, and the government was controlled by the queen regent and Lord Baratheon until he came of age.
How could his nephew Aemon be as charming as he is now?
"If only he were my son."
Viserys glanced back, wanting to confide in someone.
There was only one person left in the conference hall:
The commander of the Kingsguard, Sir Harold Westerling.
Harold had watched the king wallow in self-pity throughout the whole process, but he didn't seem to care.
When he saw the look in the king's eyes, his expression changed.
He thought of what he had seen in Seagull Town.
Viserys was smart enough to immediately notice something was wrong. "Do you have anything to share with me?"
"I have some knowledge, but I don't know if I should share it."
Harold was rarely so tough.
His Royal Highness had done him a favor.
If he said the wrong thing, it might cause unnecessary misunderstandings.
Viserys said with a smile, "Tell me about it, my commander of the Iron Guard."
His tone was casual, yet it made people dare not hide anything.
Harold sighed and told the truth: "When I was in Seagull Town, I saw His Royal Highness and Lady Laena being too intimate."
"Are you sure?"
Viserys's smile froze.
"No, they're related through Princess Rhaenys. Maybe they're siblings or friends."
Harold shook his head.
"That's a friend. That kid calls Alicent a good friend."
Viserys looked serious.
It has to be a yes or no answer.
His nephew would never be allowed to marry the daughter of the sea snake.
"Yes, I think so too."
Harold said firmly.
"Go down. I'll be alone."
Viserys shook his head and sighed, raising his hand to cover his forehead.
Suddenly, he had a severe headache.
Harold nodded and walked out the door.
Just halfway through the journey, the king's voice came from behind. "Sir Steve followed Aemon. Did he participate in the battle this time?"
Harold did not look back. "No, he was left in the prince's territory to guard."
The Kingsguard communicated with each other and occasionally reported on their work.
There was a moment of silence.
The king's tired voice came through. "Select two more Iron Guard knights with superb martial arts skills to join the battle with the reinforcements and closely protect the boy."
"Yes!"
Harold took the order and walked out quickly.
...
It was the third day since the army had departed.
A throat was cut.
A three-masted ship flew the two-point flag of River Valley Town as it sailed into Blackwater Bay.
On board were allies and vassals, including Horton, Addison, and Walder.
The ship's name is also interesting: Prince Aemon.
It was the big ship that His Royal Highness took when he was a child.
"The Generous Lord Barkin" gave this ship to the current Prince Aemon.
Praise him!
The clouds and mist on the horizon are thin, and the waves in Blackwater Bay are calm.
Horton and the others stand on the deck and listen to Addison brag.
"Hiss!"
Suddenly, a sharp roar came from afar.
Everyone looked up.
A scarlet dragon flew through the clouds and flapped its broad, powerful wings as it flew straight toward the ship.
It was so fast that it looked like red lightning.
"Dragon!"
Addison, the smartest, quickly fell to the ground.
The others were horrified and lay on the deck to avoid the dragon.
Above,
Rhaenys wore tight leather armor and looked down at the large ship that had entered the Throat below.
Seeing the two-cent flag embroidered on the sail, she thought of the fat little boy.
"Get out of the way, Melias."
Rhaenys patted the dragon's back; her voice was magnetic.
"Hiss!"
Melias roared in response, twisting his sturdy body mid-flight and flapping his wings to take off again.
He is worthy of being recognized as the "fastest dragon."
Rhaenys grasped the dragon's saddle and prepared to return the same way.
The next moment—
Melias's pupils suddenly shrank, and he growled deep in his throat as he looked back vigilantly.
"Hiss..." A hundred-meter-long bronze dragon flew out of his throat, its huge body resembling a thick black cloud.
Following closely behind was a gorgeous, silver-gray dragon.
The two dragons came one after the other. The silver-gray dragon was half the size of Melias and roughly the same size as the other dragon.
"Go for it, Vormithor!"
Aemon narrowed his eyes.
"Hiss—"
Vermithor did not hesitate. He flapped his brown wings, which covered the sky, and charged forward with the force of thunder.
His body was huge, and he was fast.
When Rhaenys saw him, she was surprised.
"Hiss!"
Melias screamed sharply, and red dragon flames accumulated in his mouth.
"No, Melias!"
Rhaenys looked resolute and stopped the dragon from reacting in time.
Boom!
Vermithor rushed a hundred meters away. The majestic dragon head suddenly rose, and it swung its thick, long tail to climb into the sky.
"Fly, Vormithor!"
Aemon glanced back and rode the dragon toward Tidehead.
He was just saying hello to his aunt.
Although, it's not a very formal way of saying hello.
Someone told me that the Velaryons greeted me the same way when I first visited Tidehead.
It's definitely not because the vassal embarrassed him.
"Hiss!"
Melias's pupils dilated angrily as she roared at the backs of the two dragons.
"Okay, old girl."
Rhaenys calmed the dragon, looked at her nephew's departing figure, and shook her head helplessly. "No Targaryen man is broad-minded."
Her father was narrow-minded and always found reasons to teach her uncle Baelon a lesson.
"There is another good show to watch."
He sighed, resigned to it.
...
On the other hand,
Aemon rode his dragon to Tidehead Island and did not immediately enter High Tide.
He stayed on the barren grassland where the dragon rested and kept track of the time.
"Hiss!"
After a while, a scarlet, sturdy dragon flew over from the horizon.
Melias saw Vermithor and Silverwing hovering in the sky, refusing to come down.
"Land, Melias."
Rhaenys repeated this several times, forcing the dragon to reluctantly land.
She had a dark expression and slowly climbed down from the dragon's back.
"Aunt, long time no see."
Aemon smiled brightly and greeted her like a dog.
Before Rhaenys could catch her breath, her nephew hugged her tightly.
She almost laughed out of anger.
"You were so aggressive just now. I thought you were going to kill your relatives midair."
Rhaenys tilted her head back and stared at her good nephew.
Aemon refused to admit it, grinning and saying, "You misunderstood. How could I do that to you? I mistook Melias for Caraxes."
"Haha, can Caraxes kill his own family?"
Rhaenys was speechless.
"Just believe that I'm kind."
Aemon broke the hug and took her by the arm.
As if they were at home, he led the other one to High Tide.
Rhaenys couldn't help but laugh at her helplessness.
When people are speechless, they really will laugh unconsciously.
I haven't seen him in a while. How could my nephew be so shameless?
From his grandfather to his uncle Baelon, and then to Viserys and Daemon.
I have never seen a Targaryen with such thick skin.
Aemon was shameless, even greeting the servants along the way.
What's wrong with being shameless?
Throughout history, who among those who have accomplished great things has had to save face when starting from humble beginnings?
In the current Targaryen family, the only one who is truly "great" is the "Uncrowned Queen," Rhaenys.
The eldest uncle was too weak, and his thoughts were too deep for people to understand.
Daemon, the old man, was unique: a combination of "great" and "crazy."
To maintain the family's peace, he had to find an ally, and it had to be the strong and brave Aunt Rhaenys.
"What are you doing here?"
Rhaenys couldn't pull her arm free, so she adjusted her posture to hold it.
She was torn between satisfaction and dissatisfaction with this nephew.
He was popular as a child and knew how to stand up for the family.
But he was really untrustworthy.
He said he would visit Tidehead Island, but he never came back after he left.
He didn't care about her at all, his aunt.
"I came to Lord Corlys to form an alliance and fight the pirates of the Three Women's Kingdom together."
Aemon was straightforward and said, "I was influenced by the town of Riverdale, and Lana invited me. "I was influenced by Riverdale, and Lana invited me."
Rhaenys was not surprised by this.
This was the one thing that could make this nephew, who never did anything for anyone, rush to Tidehead Island.
The Three Women's Kingdom?
Haha, it's a second-rate force that can easily be defeated.
I don't know why these men have to go to such lengths to abide by the nonsense of "mind your own business."
If the dragon were to breathe fire on a city-state in Lys or Myr, the conspirators inside would come clean.
I don't know what she's thinking. Otherwise, he must shout, "The aunt is mighty!"
If the river valley isn't too far away, he wants to conquer a free trade city-state.
Daenerys, known as the "Mother of Dragons" in later generations, conquered Slaver's Bay with three newly hatched dragons.
The Targaryen family now lives too comfortably, forgetting the bloody struggle of the Free City Empire and the Conqueror's reign of terror.
They remain on the continent of Westeros and fight to the death for the Iron Throne.
So unstructured!
Just thinking about it, the person next to him suddenly said, "Lanaer didn't do anything else with you except invite you?" "Didn't Lanaer do anything else with you except invite you?"
"Ahem."
Aemon coughed tactically.
I said that the Velaryon family genes shouldn't be so good.
The sea snake is smart, but his brother and son are average.
It seems Lanaer inherited her bad intentions from her mother.
"I know you touched her, even if you won't tell me."
Rhaenys was quite tough and didn't hide it at all.
Aemon was sweating.
"Don't worry. I have no objection."
Rhaenys glanced at her nephew and said, "The Targaryens have had customs since ancient times. But when it comes to you and Laena, you're four generations apart. Even the Church of the Seven won't object."
Honestly, she was a bit prejudiced against her family's ancient traditions.
Someone had suggested that Viserys marry her.
She was so scared that she rode Melias at night and chose Corlys, who was talented and capable, from all over the continent.
Now, her daughter has the blood of a true dragon. Marrying her nephew from the same branch could be considered giving back to the family.
Aemon stood like a minion: "You are righteous."
I should introduce Aunt Rhaenys to my mother; they're on the same level.
"Stop talking nonsense."
Rhaenys became serious and said, "Since you are here, you must provide an explanation."
"What explanation?"
Aemon realized it wouldn't be that simple.
Rhaenys said lightly, "You'll find out soon enough."
As they talked, they arrived at the gate of High Tide.
The aunt and nephew walked side by side into the Nine Flights Hall.
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