After the morning mist cleared, Weimond got up and prepared to visit Prince Aegon.
He had drunk too much last night and forgotten many things, but he only remembered Prince Aegon's understanding and comfort towards him.
"I'm sorry, you cannot enter. Prince Aegon is resting."
Weimond was stopped by the guards.
"Has Your Highness not woken up yet?"
Weimond was a bit surprised, as Prince Aegon really didn't look like someone who would sleep in.
"Your Highness taught Tyrosh a lesson last night and only returned at dawn. Please, Ser, do not disturb Your Highness's rest," the guard whispered.
"Alright, when Your Highness wakes up, please give him my regards," Weimond said.
The guard nodded.
"Okay."
After reluctantly leaving, Weimond went to find Ser Aric.
At this time, Ser Aric was arranging the construction of a warehouse.
A large amount of supplies needed to be stored, and there would be further aid from the Hightower Family and the Lannister Family.
If the warehouse wasn't built first, there would be nowhere to store the subsequent aid supplies.
"Ser Weimond?" Ser Aric saw Weimond.
"Good morning, Ser Aric. I am preparing to withdraw. I won't be taking some of the 'battle-damaged' weapons and armor. It will be a hassle for you to clean them up."
Ser Aric's eyes narrowed slightly, understanding the meaning behind Weimond's words.
"Wouldn't that be inappropriate? What if Count Corlys blames us..."
"It's fine. It's normal to lose some weapons and armor in war. Otherwise, why would they say war burns money?"
Weimond waved his hand, acting as if he would take responsibility.
"Alright then, I will have someone clean them up."
"Good, I am relieved to hear you say that. I will be leaving now."
"I will see you off," Ser Aric said.
"No need, you are busy."
However, Ser Aric insisted on seeing Weimond off.
Under Ser Aric's gaze, the remaining seventeen warships of House Velaryon slowly disappeared into the distant sea, bathed in the morning sun.
Next, the Stepstones would completely become the final battlefield between the Seven Kingdom and the Triarchy and the Dornish!
The sun rose in the east and set in the west, and time came to evening, with the fiery red sunset hanging in the west over the mountain.
"Brother, Brother? Brother!"
"Hmm?"
Prince Aegon suddenly opened his eyes, and what came into view was Daeron's face, which was chubby like a baby's but still handsome.
"Little Daeron, what do you want?" Prince Aegon pushed Daeron's face away.
"You've slept all day, I thought you were dead," Daeron happily sat on the bed. "It's great you're not dead!"
"..." Prince Aegon opened his mouth, unsure of what to say for a moment, and finally silently picked up his shoe.
If he didn't teach this kid a good lesson today, he would really be turning the world upside down!
In the original work, Daeron grew up in the shadow of his older brother.
But after transmigrating, Prince Aegon gave his younger brothers enough love.
For Aemond and Daeron, Prince Aegon was truly like a father figure as the eldest brother.
Therefore, Aemond and Daeron only recognized Prince Aegon and not Viserys.
At that banquet, Aemond completely disregarded Viserys's face and directly threatened Daemon and others!
However, just as Prince Aegon was about to teach Daeron a good lesson, Helena walked in.
"Alright, Prince Aegon, Daeron was really worried about you, he didn't mean anything else," Helena said softly.
Since their marriage was decided, Helena's way of addressing Prince Aegon had changed, and she started calling him by his name.
However, to be fair, Prince Aegon really liked Helena's personality and her soft tone of voice when speaking.
Perhaps after Helena became an adult, he could teach her some unhealthy things.
He wondered if Helena would still listen to him then.
"Daeron, you go out first," Helena said to Daeron.
"Oh." Daeron pouted. He still wanted to ask if Aemond was bragging. Could Vhagar really be that powerful?
After Daeron left, Helena sat down next to Prince Aegon.
"Prince Aegon, I've had my first period."
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Prince Aegon looked at Helena, his mouth twitching.
"When you have your first period, you need to pay attention to rest, drink more hot water, and one more thing, don't ride a dragon during these few days, okay?"
"Then can I rest with you tonight?" Helena blinked.
"Mother told me to quickly give birth to a boy for you, saying that only then will your position be more secure!"
Hearing this, Prince Aegon helplessly cupped Helena's flushed little face.
"They say the birthing bed is a woman's battlefield, so I don't want your body to go to battle before it's ready!
I cannot lose you, Helena, you are my blood and fire, you are my sun, you are my moon, you are my lighthouse!
I hope to see your gentle eyes, like a collection of stars in the sky, every day, so I absolutely cannot let anything happen to my sun and moon."
Prince Aegon's eyes were full of love and tenderness, and Helena's eyes were hazy, not knowing what to say anymore.
Just then, Daeron and Aemond suddenly poked their heads in from outside the tent.
"Brother, what am I to you?" Aemond asked with a smug look. "I must be your left and right arm, right?"
"Then I am the left arm, and you are the right arm," Daeron first said to Aemond, then looked at Prince Aegon, "Isn't that right, Brother?"
Aemond and Daeron's sudden appearance made Helena blush with embarrassment.
All that talk about blood and fire, sun, moon, and lighthouse, her two younger brothers must have heard it all!
It was really embarrassing her to death, and Prince Aegon too, saying such things in broad daylight!
Helena's face was so red it was almost steaming.
Prince Aegon, however, generously admitted, "You two are also my blood and fire, my left and right arms!"
Hearing this, Daeron immediately Drill into the tent, straightened his waist, and patted his chest, saying, "That's right—that's right!"
"Brother, you can rest assured, when I grow up, I will ride Tessarion to get rid of that smelly woman Rhaenyra for you!"
Daeron was full of confidence. Among the fourth generation of dragons, Tessarion's talent was definitely the strongest!
However, the confident Daeron did not notice that Prince Aegon had quietly picked up his shoe, nor did he notice that Aemond had long since disappeared!
"I am pleased to hear that, my dear brother, but before that, I think it is necessary for me to correct your bad habit of eavesdropping!"
"Huh?" Daeron was taken aback. "What do you mean?"
"Heh heh," Prince Aegon sneered.
Daeron looked at his sister who was covering her face in shyness and suddenly realized something.
A small tuft of silver-gold hair stood up on his head: "Ah, look, you're getting anxious again."
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