The visitor seemed anxious, walking quickly towards Viserys and handing him a letter.
Baelon looked blatantly at the other person.
With his blond hair slicked back and his neatly trimmed beard, he appeared quite respectable.
Viserys took the letter and glanced at it, asking, "A plea for help, isn't that something Daemon would do?"
Tyran Lannister nodded slightly and sighed, "The letter is from the brother of the Sea Snake, Weimund Vale. Ser Leanne sent someone to deliver it."
"I knew with that bastard's pride, he wouldn't take the initiative to write to my brother."
Viserys smiled knowingly.
Soon the contents of the letter were read aloud.
Viserys' expression changed slightly as he looked at the ministers present. "The Stepstone Islands are at a standstill. The fools feeding the crabs are avoiding a fight. Daemon and the others are being detained." The ministers looked at each other and made corresponding suggestions.
It was nothing but sending troops to support or waiting for Daemon and the Sea Snake's army to be defeated.
Viserys pinched his eyebrows, feeling a headache coming on.
He hated war.
This war in the Stepstones was privately initiated by Daemon under the guidance of the Sea Snake.
Now in danger, he wrote to him asking for help.
Should he wipe these kingless guys' backsides?
"Rhaenyra, take your brother downstairs and discuss whether this will end soon. Don't tire him out."
Viserys kissed Baelon's forehead and entrusted him to his daughter's care.
Knowing this matter was complicated, Rhaenyra raised no objections, took her brother's hand, and left the hallway.
...
After leaving the council chamber, the siblings arrived at a window in the hallway.
Rhaenyra looked out the stained glass window and asked, "Do you think Uncle Daemon can defeat the crab feeder?"
"Dear sister, your younger brother just turned six."
Baelon looked at her, not as tall as the opponent. He furrowed his brow with melancholy.
"..."
After being speechless for a moment, Rhaenyra slapped her forehead, defeated by her own stupidity.
"I'm so stupid. I always treat you like a little adult. I forgot that you might not even know who the crab feeder is."
Baelon: "If Uncle Daemon hadn't said I was a future Crown Prince one day, I wouldn't have known I had an uncle."
Rhaenyra: ...
Tilting his little head, Baelon whispered, "Did I see Father missing two fingers?"
"He's sick, and the Grand Maester has been treating him."
Rhaenyra ruffled the top of his head and replied in a reassuring tone.
She believed her brother was frightened by their father's injuries.
Baelon merely looked at her, grabbing his sister's hand that was patting his hair and holding a tender piece of meat between his nails.
A sharp force.
"Ow! What are you doing? That hurts, you know?"
Rhaenyra withdrew her hand like a rabbit, and a red, bloody mark appeared on the back of her hand.
Facing his sister's angry gaze, Baelon said seriously, "A little wound can make you scream, but Father lost two fingers. Maybe he has other wounds on his body..."
After a pause, he added, "He is the King, you can't cry and show your weak side."
"As his children, what we should consider is not a private war caused by individuals but to strengthen ourselves and help our father."
Rhaenyra was stunned after hearing this, utterly dumbfounded. Pointing at her younger brother, she stammered, "You... did you just say you were six years old and then turned around and gave me a lesson?"
Baelon said matter-of-factly, "Age limits my knowledge, but books will inspire my wisdom."
"Sister, you should read more books and not spend all day riding dragons or getting caught up in rumors and troubles."
Baelon pretended to want to pat Rhaenyra on the shoulder.
Unfortunately, he found he couldn't even reach her even if he stood on tiptoes.
The best he could do was to stroke her slender waist.
Turn around and leave gracefully.
Rhaenyra remained motionless for a long time.
It wasn't until a gust of fresh wind blew that she suddenly snapped out of it.
The next moment, the girl's roar echoed throughout the hallway.
"Baelon, how dare you disrespect your sister, prepare to face the wrath of the sleeping dragon!!!"
...
Two days later.
A luxurious carriage headed towards the royal forest, followed by groups of guards and attendants.
In the spacious carriage sat the king's family.
Viserys sat in the middle, while Queen Allison and Rhaenyra sat facing each other.
Next to Allison sat Aegon and Helena, with a milk feeder in her arms.
Baelon naturally sat next to his sister, watching the little milk feeder with boredom.
"He's so small. He cries like he's desperate. It's very scary," murmured Baelon quietly, grimacing at the little milk baby.
Allison smiled kindly as always, "Aemond isn't used to the carriage yet, he cries too much."
Viserys chuckled, "Crying is amazing, he'll be a brave warrior when he grows up."
Allison smiled sweetly and handed the little milk feeder to Baelon, saying gently, "Do you want to hold him?"
"You can try."
Baelon pinched the baby's armpits with both hands and let him drop and kick, playing with him for a while.
Don't say it, really don't say it.
From now on, if this little one dares to stab me, he definitely won't be spared.
Baelon raised the corners of his mouth, already thinking about giving him a lesson in the future.
Shortly after, Aemond became distraught and returned to his mother's arms crying.
Seeing this scene, Viserys couldn't help but relax the frown he had recently furrowed.
His wife is with him, traveling in luxurious carriages, and their children are around him.
Is there anything better than this?
Realizing Viserys' joy, Baelon spoke in time, "Father, is Aegon the Conqueror's Blackfyre by your side?"
Viserys smiled, took the sheathed sword by his side, and said proudly, "Yes, Blackfyre, symbolizing royal power, was wielded by the Conqueror to unite the Seven Kingdoms."
"Can I admire it?"
Baelon's eyes gleamed, staring at Blackfyre with nostalgia.
Viserys handed him the sword, only to withdraw it halfway.
Looking at Baelon's slender frame, he said regretfully, "Not yet. Blackfyre is a bloody weapon. You can't wield it until you're older."
"I want to try."
Baelon pleaded, longing for the inherited sword that was comparable to Balerion's skull.
Viserys shook his head and replaced Blackfyre, rejecting his request.
Baelon lowered his head with disappointment on his face.
"If you want to see a sharp blade, this would be a good choice."
As if unable to see his eldest son unhappy,