Noon:
Red Keep, Godswood.
A grand banquet was held, and the veranda pavilion was crowded with people.
In the middle of the crowd, Viserys pulled Daemon aside and said, smiling: "Daemon will go out on adventures, travel overseas, and win the tournament."
He showered Daemon with compliments.
Daemon smiled and declined.
It's too high-profile.
Although he liked it.
"No, no, no," he said.
Viserys shook his index finger, sounding a bit jealous. "I won't argue about this topic anymore. You have always been my mother's favorite.
"This is no secret."
As he said this, he punched out in revenge.
Daemon's shoulder hurt, and the force of the punch almost made him stagger.
However, he happily accepted it.
He liked his brother's honesty.
Aemon walked out from behind the veranda and saw Rhaenyra guarding the dining table while she picked out snacks.
She pricked up her ears and listened to the conversation nearby while eating.
"You're here."
Seeing Aemon in a white dress with red stripes, she waved happily.
"How does it taste?"
Aemon picked up a lemon-shaped cookie and put it in his mouth.
As soon as it entered his mouth, he tasted its sour, astringent flavor.
Rhaenyra chuckled. "Not delicious."
I wonder which kitchen chef developed a new dessert completely mixed with citric acid.
Aemon's eyebrows knitted together as he ate all the cookies, determined not to waste any.
They were so sour yet refreshing.
"You are really principled, but not too much."
Seeing the joke, Rhaenyra handed over a glass of sweet wine and asked, "Why are you wearing clothes with this color combination?"
The traditional Targaryen family dress is black and red.
On solemn occasions, they usually wear pure black.
Aemon rolled his eyes and said perfunctorily: "The traditional combination of the ancient Valyrians is wool thread dyed with red berry juice."
Rhaenyra was not satisfied, but she was too lazy to pursue the matter.
She occasionally wears beige or red.
During the conversation, a familiar figure appeared in her line of sight.
Alicent, wearing a red dress, slowly walked to her brother's side. They had been reunited after a long absence.
Her face was full of smiles, and she listened quietly to the brothers' conversation.
The topic was uninteresting; the older brother complained the whole time.
Seeing his wife approach, Viserys became excited. "Our mother doesn't care about customs, traditions, or rules."
"What a pity! I'm not a warrior with superb martial arts skills."
As he said this, he punched his brother again.
Damn Daemon!
He's been outstanding since childhood. What a bastard.
"Come with me."
Rhaenyra wiped the corner of her mouth with her white fingertips and pulled Aemon closer.
Three people became five.
Rhaenyra and Alicent looked at each other and smiled, saying to Daemon, "Welcome home, Uncle."
The conversation paused.
Daemon glanced at Rhaenyra and chuckled, "Thank you, princess."
Viserys's face fell, and he turned his head away.
He didn't even want to look at his daughter.
He let her go on a tour to choose a husband and secretly met her halfway in the valley.
That's fine.
Over the past six months, she had stabbed a nobleman with the rapier her nephew had given her every now and then.
The reason was that the other party had offended her.
It's said that the attacks were very cruel and that a knight's squire was injured and died.
How could a girl behave like that?
Seeing this, Rhaenyra was stunned and couldn't help but complain.
She didn't complete her tour of the continent successfully.
Aemon was speechless and said: "Rhaenyra's trip was worthwhile. She met with the major lords and gained a large number of followers."
Rhaenyra affirmed, "That's right!"
When confronted with those twisted proposals, she tried her best to control her temper.
Finally, when she could no longer bear it, she remembered Aemon's parting instructions, pulled out the "Light of the Kingdom," and stabbed the man in the stomach.
He didn't die, but he was seriously injured. She was very scared at the time.
She was worried about her father's duties and afraid the vassal would exclude her.
Unexpectedly, she was greeted with warm applause and cheers.
Everyone shouted, "Long live the princess!" and praised her for Queen Visenya's legacy.
After this incident, her tour of the continent went smoothly.
Every time she passed through a noble territory, she was warmly received.
In the Riverlands and the Bay, especially, a large number of young talents swore allegiance to her and were willing to follow her to King's Landing.
Things are so unpredictable.
Daemon suppressed his smile and said, "I heard that the princess is studying swordsmanship."
Both father and son pleaded for mercy.
Viserys was angry but couldn't express it and rolled his eyes fiercely.
"Let her do it!"
Aemon took the time to look at his father, Daemon.
Daemon turned his head and said lightly, "You've grown taller and stronger, boy."
"You might as well say that I've grown wings."
Aemon pouted, being impolite.
As soon as he said this, the other three were all shocked.
The next second—
Aemon smiled and went forward to hug Daemon. "Father, I'm glad you're back."
"Too corny."
Daemon said, but his body was very honest.
Viserys was stunned, his eyes sweeping back and forth between the father and son.
It felt like the father-son bond was weak.
There is, but not much.
After they separated, Viserys took the opportunity to punch Daemon again and accuse him: "Daemon, you were too irresponsible before. You must be a good father and husband from now on."
Look how hard his nephew's life has been since childhood.
His father didn't love him, and his mother didn't love him either. It was all up to him, the uncle, to take care of everything. Daemon was upset but tried to smile.
He could try to be a good father, but a good husband?
Hehe, that's impossible.
The father, son, and brothers greeted each other, and the scene became lively.
Rhaenyra stood next to Aemon, ready to share stories about touring the continent.
"Aemon, long time no see."
But before she could speak, Alicent suddenly pushed her away from her spot.
It was obvious that this had been planned for a long time.
Aemon laughed and cleverly shifted the blame, saying, "It was my uncle who put me in solitary confinement."
"I miss you very much."
Regardless of the opinions of outsiders, Alicent held his face with both hands and kissed him on both cheeks.
Aemon: ...
Hard. The corpse is hard.
"These are not pure eye drops for the king."
Alicent pursed her lips and smiled. "Aegon, Helaena, and the others miss you, too."
She added a few words to salvage the situation.
As she spoke, she glanced at Rhaenyra provocatively.
Rhaenyra was stunned; her eyes were about to spit fire.
Alicent's two kisses broke down the solid wall of defense she had built up over the last year and a half.
One time is not enough; come again!
Aemon quickly grabbed her hand.
His white little hand was on her lower back, where it was estimated that a dagger was hidden.
The king's brothers were equally surprised.
Daemon's eyes wandered between his son and the queen.
He knew that his son had been raised by his grandfather before turning three, and that he had a close relationship with Alicent, who had taken care of his grandfather's daily life.
But this posture was not right.
"Haha, you are so mean."
Viserys broke the silence, holding his wife's shoulders and smiling. "You've been pregnant for two months. The maester said you've been less active, so you should rest."
Alicent smiled back. "It doesn't matter. The little guy in my belly also wants to see his relatives in advance."
She was right.
Aemon was silent.
He's not the child's father, so there's no need for him to rush to see it.
Fortunately, the scene returned to harmony.
Viserys held his brother's shoulders and massaged them vigorously while talking about the good times they had experienced in the past.
Daemon, like a good boy, endured it all.
After talking for a long time, Viserys felt it was enough.
Seeing that his wife and daughter were still there, he interrupted and said, "Aren't you going to meet those noble ladies?"
"Some things should be said in private."
Alicent glanced at Rhaenyra and suggested, "Perhaps Aemon would like to walk in the corridor. He hasn't seen the new tapestries sent to you by Norvos and Qohor yet."
These two free cities are known for their handmade products, such as wool and lace.
Viserys said, "Oh," looked at his nephew, who bowed his head in silence, and teased, "Do you want to see the new tapestries?"
Aemon held his forehead with one hand.
"Hahaha..."
Viserys laughed and put his arm around his brother's shoulders. He said proudly, "My nephew can ride dragons and fight well. He's not interested in those things."
Daemon was also laughing, but he didn't make a sound.
If his son liked feminine things, Daemon thought, he should have shot at the wall.
He would rather shoot the wall than let the bronze bitch have it.
Alicent faced her husband's laughter.
Alicent knew she had said something wrong and felt a little embarrassed.
Aemon opened his mouth to speak.
Rhaenyra spoke first, saying, "I'd like to go and see it."
Viserys immediately put away his smile and said, uninterestedly, "Then you don't have to stop yourself."
The contrast in his attitude before and after was visible to the naked eye.
Rhaenyra was accustomed to it and replied coldly, "Then I will enjoy it myself."
He bumped Aemon with his shoulder and turned back to the dining table.
Aemon ignored him and turned to look at Alicent.
Her face changed, and she stood up and followed Rhaenyra.
She knew it was Rhaenyra's invitation.
After not seeing each other for a year and a half, now was a good time to see how much she had grown.
"They left. Let's talk about men's things."
Viserys changed the subject.
Daemon nodded, prepared in his heart.
Aemon glanced at the two women from the corner of his eye.
Rhaenyra was becoming increasingly free.
Who knows if Alicent will be stabbed suddenly? Let's Take a step back.
A fight between a queen and a princess would provide the common people of King's Landing with enough material for years of laughter.
After waiting a while,
Rhaenyra and Alicent sat down and started talking in low voices with their backs to me.
He couldn't hear them clearly, but they weren't fighting.
Aemon breathed a sigh of relief.
When he turned around, he heard his uncle say, "Daemon, I dream of your return for the sake of brotherhood and our children."
Daemon waited for more.
Viserys looked at his nephew with admiration and said, "Your son and my daughter. Two bloodlines are combined into one."
"Do you really think so?"
Daemon asked.
"Of course."
Viserys replied firmly, "Only when our bloodlines are combined can the royal family truly be strengthened."
Who else could he trust in this world?
His simple-minded daughter counts as one.
His bastard brother counts as half.
Daemon was silent for a moment, then smiled. "You are right, Your Majesty."
"Hahaha, that's great."
Viserys laughed, and his laughter spread across the Godswood.
He knew his half-brother still had a conscience. He
He still had his family and his brother in his heart.
This time, Daemon returned just in time to arrange the marriage between the two families.
Daemon was also laughing.
Aemon looked at him.
He noticed that his father's eyes were deep, as if he were considering something.
How could he not know his father's character?
Maybe he was holding back a fart. In the original world, that would have caused a big scandal.
"Aemon, you are a man now, and you should practice increasing your alcohol tolerance."
Viserys laughed warmly and patted his nephew's shoulder.
Aemon smiled and nodded.
Seeing this, Viserys was even happier.
He felt better than ever.
His late wife, Aemma, left him with his eldest daughter, Rhaenyra.
Alicent had borne him three children, and he could see that a fourth was about to be born.
In terms of fertility and survival rate alone, he had caught up with his grandfather, Jaehaerys.
After arranging Rhaenyra's marriage, the royal family won over his younger brother, Daemon, and his nephew, Aemon.
With the return of two adult dragons, the kingdom will experience a period of great growth.
"You are all great."
Viserys couldn't help but praise him.
He was great, too.
Despite being said to be weak and mediocre with no military achievements, he was great.
However, it can be predicted that his life and great deeds will not be inferior to those of his grandfather, Jaehaerys.
His reign would be recorded in great detail in future family history.
In their joy, the other father and son looked at each other.
Aemon raised his eyebrows.
It was as if he were saying, "Dad, what are you thinking?"
Daemon ignored him and pulled his brother aside. "He's not old enough to drink. Let's drink with old friends instead."
"Okay, that's a good idea."
Viserys was thirsty and was just about to take a big drink.
His daughter is back, his wife is pregnant, and his brother Daemon is back.
Three good things.
Oh, that's not right.
Viserys looked at Aemon's tall figure, his mouth almost grinning from ear to ear.
There are four good things.
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