Chapter 124: The Long-Winged Dragon Breeding Base Plan in the Stormlands (Part 1)
The Stepstones, Tyrosh, Purple Palace
The Purple Palace was exceptionally lively tonight. To host this banquet, Jon had begun preparations early and spread word in advance to build momentum.
Although most of the guests Jon invited were from Myr and Lys, Dorne and Pentos had also sent envoys.
At this moment, inside the banquet hall of the Purple Palace, the long dining table was already covered with various delicacies.
Golden roasted chickens, fragrant roasted meats, colorful fruits and vegetables, as well as exquisite pastries and fine wines—all looked mouth-watering.
These foods were sourced from farms around Tyrosh. After the institutional reforms, many farms had undergone transformation, with quality becoming the primary focus.
The agricultural processing techniques Jon introduced also extended the storage life of food. The emergence of pickled goods and canned foods greatly enriched the diet of the common people.
The banquet hall decorations were equally meticulous. The walls were covered with magnificent tapestries depicting the heroic deeds of Jon and the Chainbreakers, subtly placing pressure on the guests.
While entertaining them, Jon also intended to issue a warning—after all, his two "good neighbors" had long coveted Tyrosh.
A massive crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling. Unlike traditional candle chandeliers, this was a new Tyroshi luxury design.
Though it still used whale oil lamps, the addition of reflective glass made it far brighter.
The floor was covered with thick, newly designed carpets that felt like walking on clouds. Everything in the banquet had been carefully arranged by Jon to showcase Tyrosh's recent development.
Exquisite sculptures and vases were placed in every corner, adding elegance and refinement. Fresh flowers filled the hall with fragrance.
The Tyrosh Garden Plan, proposed by Jon, was inspired by the "garden cities" of his previous life. He preferred greenery and clean environments.
Flowers and trees not only beautified the city but also improved its smell—something Jon cared about deeply.
He truly disliked the mixture of perfume and rot that plagued many cities.
As the banquet began, nobles from various regions entered one after another.
Male nobles wore luxurious clothing in their respective styles—adorned with gold, silver, and jewels. Unlike Westerosi nobles, those of the Free Cities preferred wealth display over martial austerity.
This was precisely why Tywin Lannister looked down on them. Having served as a mercenary in the Free Cities in his youth, Tywin considered them decadent and weak.
Had circumstances been different, Tywin might have unified the Seven Kingdoms entirely—a testament to his governing ability in the Westerlands.
Compared to the ostentatious men, the noblewomen appeared more refined. They wore elegant silk gowns or gauze dresses, adorned with jewelry—but with far more restraint.
After entering, the nobles naturally divided into groups. The Myrish and Lysene were easy to distinguish.
Most Lysenes were exceptionally beautiful due to their strong Valyrian bloodlines.
The Myrish, on the other hand, were a mixture of Andals, Rhoynar, and Summer Islanders, making their appearance more varied—a fact often mocked by Lys and Tyrosh alike.
"Ladies and gentlemen, let us welcome the two Dragonlords of Tyrosh—Lord Aegon Targaryen and Lady Jeyne Belaerys—to give the toast!"
As the herald's voice echoed, all eyes turned toward the grand staircase.
This structure had been specially built by Jon. Unlike traditional raised platforms, he preferred a more theatrical entrance—descending from above under everyone's gaze.
Today, Jon wore a magnificent black military uniform of his own design, far more refined than the leather armor common in this world.
Beside him, Jeyne Belaerys wore a stunning silver gown. The corset accentuated her already striking figure, drawing heated gazes from the crowd.
They descended slowly, allowing everyone to observe them clearly—while Jon quietly observed the guests in return.
Tonight was not just a banquet—it was a negotiation.
"First of all, welcome to Tyrosh. The Chainbreakers seek friendship with all. Let us raise a cup together!"
At Jon's signal, the herald shouted:
"Raise your cups!"
Glasses filled with Tyroshi White Pear Wine were lifted across the hall.
After the toast, the atmosphere shifted. Many guests grew restless—they had come for something specific.
"Lord Aegon!"
The speaker was Omar Pahmari, a Myrish noble of mixed Summer Islander descent and a key figure among the neutralists.
"We've heard you brought back Long-Winged Dragons from Pterodactyl Point. Many have tried to tame them and failed. Has your plan succeeded?"
Jon smiled faintly.
"The Chainbreakers have mastered the method of domesticating Long-Winged Dragons. Tonight's banquet is to demonstrate that achievement."
At his signal, Garo ordered the doors opened.
Soon, several wheeled iron cages were pushed in. Inside them were Long-Winged Dragons roughly the size of hounds.
Gasps spread across the hall.
"Are those… dragons?"
"They really look like the ones in legends…"
"Why are they so small?"
"Can they be bought?"
After observing the crowd, Jon spoke again:
"What you see are recently bred Long-Winged Dragons. Like hounds, they require time and effort to raise."
"Can… can they be sold?"
The timid question came from a young Lysene merchant's daughter.
The hall fell silent.
Jon answered without hesitation:
"Naturally."
The room erupted.
"Dragons… for sale?"
"Is this even possible?"
"They're not true dragons…"
"But if they can fly, they'd make excellent mounts!"
Excitement spread like wildfire.
For nearly ten minutes, the hall buzzed with discussion—
Because whether real or not…
The age of dragons seemed to be returning.
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