A few days later, the sea is calm in Blackwater Bay.
In Blackwater Bay, the sea is calm.
A large, dragon-headed ship with three red dragons painted on its sails sails slowly by.
"Princess, the sea breeze is strong outside,"
Cole said with concern, holding a black cloak in his hand.
"No, I want to feel the wind."
Rhaenyra smiled slightly and declined the White Knight's offer.
Today is an important day for her.
Her one-and-a-half-year tour of the continent was finally over.
Only God knows how strong her willpower was to endure.
Fortunately, with her father's permission, she could return to King's Landing openly.
Cole nodded. "We can land in half an hour."
Holding the cloak with one hand, she stood guard quietly by the side.
Rhaenyra was used to it and continued enjoying the scenery of Blackwater Bay.
After the hardships of the "tour to choose a husband," the relationship between the master and the minister greatly improved.
Especially at Storm's End.
As the son of the steward of Driftmark Island, Cole knew many of the Stormland nobles' scandals, which made selecting allies much easier.
After spending a long time together, Cole displayed the tenderness of a mother figure.
It was like returning to the ideal "white knight" of the past.
"Princess..."
Cole opened his mouth as if to say something.
Rhaenyra frowned in confusion and looked up at the horizon.
It seemed she had discovered something.
"Hiss... Ka..."
Suddenly, the misty clouds were torn apart and a huge monster rushed out like red lightning.
It had a fierce and evil appearance, a slender, snake-like body, and a pair of wide, scarlet, flesh wings.
"Dragon!"
Cole shouted. "Protect the princess!"
Boom!
The scarlet dragon swooped down, brushing past the mast with its slender body and sweeping up gusts of wind.
Rhaenyra lost her footing and fell to the ground.
"Princess, are you okay?"
Cole looked anxious and stepped forward to help her up.
"No, I'm fine."
Rhaenyra covered her forehead and stared at the shadow of the scarlet dragon heading straight for King's Landing.
That was her Uncle Daemon's dragon.
Doesn't that mean Daemon is back?
"Hiss..."
Suddenly, a thunderous roar came from the horizon, clearing the shaking clouds and mists.
Rhaenyra looked up immediately.
A dragon as big as a mountain broke through the clouds. It had bronze scales all over its body, and it had a majestic and domineering appearance.
Its body was even larger than the scarlet dragon's, and it was more majestic and powerful.
"Aemon,"
Rhaenyra said in surprise.
She stood on tiptoe and looked over the railing of the boat, but the bronze dragon's back was too wide. She couldn't see the person riding the dragon.
Boom—
Vormithor's cold, indifferent bronze pupils ignored the ships below as he flew towards King's Landing without haste.
He flew like a king high above.
...
King's Landing.
Red Keep, throne room.
The ministers entered and stood in two rows on the left and right.
The return of Daemon, to King's Landing was a significant event.
The king's temporary court session demonstrated how much he valued it.
"Prince."
"Your Highness..."
Aemon walked slowly, and everyone greeted him with smiles.
"Yes."
Aemon nodded in greeting to each person.
He was in a complicated mood.
He had expected his father, Daemon, to return, but not so soon.
The father and son met in Blackwater Bay—what wonderful fate!
The others made way when they saw him.
No one wanted to offend a Targaryen who had dragons and real power.
Even if the other party was just a teenager under 16 years old.
Especially at a critical moment like today, when the situation was changing.
Aemon looked normal standing at the front of the crowd on the right.
Beside him stood noblemen of noble birth, including ministers of the royal court.
He used to only be able to find a corner in the throne room to listen.
Now, however, people took the initiative to make room for him.
After a while, the hall was full of people.
Ser Harold, the commander of the Kingsguard, came out and said solemnly,
"Viserys I of House Targaryen, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men; Ruler of the Seven Kingdoms; and Protector of the Realm."
"Here you are!"
The entire audience fell silent and looked at the door.
Viserys wore a black crown and carried his family sword, "Blackfyre," as he walked in.
He had a resolute face and was accustomed to grand occasions that attracted everyone's attention.
He was under the protection of two white knights.
He climbed the Iron Throne, which resembled a forest of twisted, towering swords.
Aemon narrowed his eyes slightly.
At that moment, his uncle seemed unfamiliar to him.
He was not as amiable as before; he no longer had the doting smile that pleased his wife and daughter.
His face was expressionless, and his purple eyes were as deep as the sea.
If you didn't know him, you might think he was a cold king who never smiled.
Viserys didn't sit down but stood on the steps of the Iron Throne with his family's sword, Blackfyre.
He rubbed the hilt of Blackfyre with his palm, and the tip of the sword kept hitting the iron surface.
He was trying his best to hide his emotions.
"Aemon."
Hearing someone call his name, Aemon turned around.
Rhaenyra pushed her way through the crowd and waved to him, smiling.
She hadn't had time to change into her regular clothes, so she wore a red formal dress that made her look like an excited red butterfly.
Aemon smiled and motioned for her to stand next to him.
She was the heir to the Iron Throne.
This time, she couldn't just stand in the corner and listen with him.
"Daemon is back."
Rhaenyra seemed very excited and eager to share her experiences with him as soon as they met.
Aemon: "Come back when you come back."
"Are you unhappy?"
Rhaenyra asked curiously.
Aemon rolled his eyes and pushed away her head, which was close to his.
"None of my sons are excited, so why are you?"
Daddy Daemon is back, and you and your uncle will have a good time."
"Ahem."
Finance Minister Linman coughed softly, reminding the prince and princess to pay attention to their image.
The two of them composed themselves and stood upright.
They sat on the Iron Throne.
Viserys looked around at the ministers and saw that his nephew and daughter had just returned and gathered together. He couldn't help but raise a relieved smile.
Tap, tap, tap.
Footsteps sounded outside the hall, immediately affecting the people present.
At the door of the hall stood a figure with short silver-gold hair and violet pupils.
A head of short silver-gold hair and violet pupils appeared.
The man had a stern face, a high nose bridge, a vine crown on his head, and scaly black leather armor.
He was the main character of the day, Daemon Targaryen.
He looked indifferent and strode forward.
Aemon and Rhaenyra stood together, their eyes following him.
It was clear that Daemon had come prepared.
He held a rolled iron axe in one hand and supported the "Dark Sister" on his waist with the other.
It seemed to be a trophy from the Battle of the Stepstones.
Daemon walked firmly and soon approached the Iron Throne.
Swish!
Ser Harold drew his sword and held it to his chest.
How could he possibly have seen the sword when meeting the king?
Daemon stopped and casually glanced at the sword in front of his chest, a slight smile on his lips.
Then, he looked up at his brother, who was looking down at him.
Viserys had a serious expression and was also looking at his brother, whom he had not seen for many years.
The four looked at each other as if they had endless grievances.
After a long time, Daemon retracted his gaze and said lightly, "Add it to the Iron Throne."
He threw the iron axe he was holding, and it clanged into the sword forest.
In the quiet throne room, the sound was no less than thunder.
Ser Harold retracted his sword and picked up the rolled axe vigilantly.
This action showed that Daemon had no ill intentions.
Viserys's frown relaxed, and he looked at his brother, pretending to be puzzled. "You wear a crown. Are you also a king?"
As a king and brother, Viserys was afraid that Daemon would defecate in public.
It would be a disgrace to the royal family.
Fortunately, Daemon seemed a bit repentant.
Daemon knew what his brother wanted to hear and said frankly, "After we won the Battle of the Stepstones, they called me the 'King of the Sea.'"
"Who?"
Viserys's eyes flickered.
Daemon's words were ambiguous, so he continued. "But I understand, Your Majesty. You are the only true king."
As he spoke, he knelt on one knee.
He removed the vine crown from his head and said in a sonorous, powerful voice, "My crown and the Stepstones belong to you."
Viserys did not rush to agree and asked, "Where is Lord Corliss?"
There could be only one answer: the sea snake.
The Stepstones were conquered by Daemon and the Sea Serpent, and they belong to more than just Daemon.
Daemon gave a satisfactory answer: "Lord Corliss has returned home."
"Who is guarding the Stepstones?"
Viserys asked a tricky question.
Daemon replied lightly, "The tide, the crabs, and the two thousand dead pirates of the Three Women's Kingdom. I left their bodies on the beach as a warning to others."
There was no falsehood in these words.
He was telling his brother that the Stepstones had always belonged to the royal family and that the Velaryon family had not interfered with their ownership.
Sure enough.
Viserys nodded slightly and strode down the steps of the Iron Throne.
The ministers watched the king and his brother get closer and closer, their eyes fixed on the king.
Some people frowned secretly, obviously not wanting to witness this scene.
Aemon stood in the crowd, pondering the meaning of his father's words.
As far as he knew, his father and the Sea Serpent were also at a stalemate.
The real reason was unknown.
Linman walked aside, watching and laughing.
Apart from being timid and stingy, the old man's loyalty to the royal family was unquestionable.
His eyes returned to the Iron Throne.
Viserys walked up to his brother, took the vine crown, looked at it, and handed it to the commander of the Iron Guard disdainfully.
He was in such a miserable state.
Ser Harold held the axe and the crown, which was quite amusing.
When Viserys lowered his head again, he happened to meet his brother's sincere gaze.
For a moment, his heart softened.
Daemon remained on his knees, showing obedience and humility.
He knew many people did not want him back.
If he wanted to return, he would have to rein in his personality.
Viserys pursed his lips, bent down, and leaned close to his brother's ear. "What is your intention in coming back this time?"
It's easy to leave a country, but difficult to change one's nature.
He did not believe his rebellious brother would become obedient.
Daemon lowered his head and said two high-level Valyrian words: "Family. Relatives."
Viserys was startled and looked at his nephew, Aemon, standing tall in the crowd, and at his daughter, looking at him curiously.
This answer hit Viserys right in the heart.
Viserys's eyes flashed with struggle. He closed his eyes, opened them again, and said, "Get up."
He stood up, and Daemon did too.
The latter stared at his brother with burning eyes.
Viserys pondered for a moment. His stern expression melted like ice and snow, and he smiled. "Welcome home, brother."
"Thank you, brother."
Daemon took the initiative and stepped forward.
Needless to say, the two brothers embraced each other tightly.
Everyone who witnessed this scene applauded and cheered, whether they wanted to or not.
It was witnessed by everyone.
The bloodline of the "Prince of Spring Dawn," Baelon, was reconciled.
This is a great thing for the royal family and the kingdom.
"You can ask Daemon about martial arts in the future."
Rhaenyra's eyes were wide and vacant, and she bumped her shoulder against the chest of the person next to her.
Aemon did not hold out hope: "Father and son don't need to fight each other."
"Huh?"
Rhaenyra was full of question marks.
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