From afar, Baelon looked out across the field and saw the face of the dragon controller.
The standard Targaryen silver-gold hair and violet pupils.
Upon closer inspection, he had a severe face, a high nose, and a rebellious look in his brows, which matched the temperament of the dragon he sat upon.
Baelon had long heard the rumors among the crowd and knew who he was.
His uncle, Daemon Targaryen.
A wandering knight prince who dared to ride a dragon and travel across the continent when he was barely a teenager, leading his followers to attack bandits.
Baelon had heard that his exploits were widely circulated, with some even writing a book and biography about him.
"Look! It's a giant dragon, a living dragon, it's so huge!"
The nature of the child made Baelon not care at all about who Uncle Wang was; all he could see was the terrifying giant beast with scarlet scales.
Clasping Ilic's large hand, Baelon was extremely excited: "I will control an equally powerful dragon in the future." "
No! It must be more powerful and majestic. This dragon is too thin!" he said at a young age. Confessing his feelings unabashedly.
Ilic didn't care at all to look at the dragon. He gripped the hilt of his sword and looked around cautiously, so that no one would rush towards the prince in panic.
...
In the dueling arena, Colakxiu forced the young Dornishman into a corner, and he clung to the wall in fear, sweating profusely.
The fear of dragons filled his heart, just as the Dornishman's psychological defenses were about to collapse.
A calm voice came, like the sound of nature in his heart.
"Colakxiu, be honest."
"Hiss!"
Colakxiu roared, seeming to respond to his master.
Then he slowly lifted his head, paying no more attention to the young Dornishman who had no retreat, and obediently lay down on the ground.
When the danger disappeared, the young Dornishman's legs weakened, and he knelt on the ground with a thud, cold sweat running down his cheeks.
Daemon leaped off the dragon's back and walked towards the observation platform, looking at the people behind him as if they were nothing.
Without daring to stop his steps, Daemon walked step by step to Viserys's seat.
"Stop, no one can offend the majesty of the king."
Captain Harold of the Kingsguard drew his sword from its sheath and pointed the sword's tip at Daemon's chest.
Daemon looked at him and ignored him, his expression cold.
Viserys remained motionless, his eyes as deep as the sea, staring at his former brother.
Daemon was also looking at him, neither of them spoke, and the scene became serious for a moment.
The nearby princes and ministers seemed nervous, wondering how the two brothers would fare.
After a moment of silence, Daemon consciously took a step back to dissipate Hadro's vigilance.
Then, he drew a double-edged axe from his waist, threw it in front of Viserys, and lifted his head: "Add it to the Iron Throne!"
Viserys remained unmoved, looking at the top of Daemon's head solemnly. "You wear the crown, do you call yourself king?"
"As soon as the Kingdom of the Three Women was conquered, people called me the King of the Narrow Sea."
Daemon recounted his achievements, paused, and said, "But I know, Your Majesty! There is only one king in the world."
As he spoke, Daemon knelt on one knee, removed the vine crown from his head, and lowered his noble head: "My crown and the Stepstone Islands belong to him..."
These words and actions far exceeded everyone's expectations.
Who would have expected that Prince Daemon, who had always been distant and arrogant, would take the initiative to surrender and give his brother the respect and dignity he deserved as king?
Looking at his wise brother, Viserys did not become impatient and asked, "Where is Lord Corliss?"
"He sailed back to his hometown on Tidal Head Island," Daemon replied honestly.
Viserys continued to ask, "Who is protecting the Stepstone Islands now?"
"The tide, the crabs, and the two thousand pirates from the Kingdom of the Three Women who were impaled on the beach as a warning to others!" Daemon replied in a low voice, asked by his brother.
He knew that this answer was important to his brother.
After receiving an unsatisfactory answer, Viserys pondered for a moment and then nodded as if looking away.
Viserys stood up and took Daemon's vine crown first. After looking at it indifferently, he handed it to Captain Harold.
It was obvious that he looked down on this crown symbolizing the King of the Narrow Sea.
Noticing the expressions of the princes and ministers around him, Viserys blinked and said calmly, "Rise!"
Daemon looked expectantly at his brother, and upon hearing the signal of forgiveness, he slowly stood up.
Viserys's indifferent expression melted like ice, and he smiled, "Welcome home, brother!"
Without hesitation, Daemon and Viserys hugged each other.
In the eyes of the public, the lineage of Prince Beilron of Spring Dawn reunited.
Those who were interested understood that this was a kind of warning issued by the king.
He welcomed the return of his younger brother Damon, but that didn't mean that some people could make a big fuss about it.
Dimon also knew this.
Therefore, his attitude was very respectful from beginning to end, and he no longer followed his usual free will.
Rhaenyra stood in front of everyone and observed this complex power play closely, with an undisguised joy in her eyes.
Her clear and silly violet pupils still couldn't distinguish what was real and what was fake.
It was a sincere joy that her uncle had returned home.
"Sister ~"
Baelon emerged from the crowd at some point, approached Rhaenyra, and took her hand.
Upon hearing his call, Rhaenyra noticed Baelon's existence and said with a smile, "Uncle Daemon has returned. He has been very good to me since I was a child."
"Yes, he looks very handsome."
Facing Baelon, she forced a smile at her sister's joy and praised Damon's beautiful face.
Because she really didn't know what kind of excellent quality should match this uncle who had never been masked before.
Although she rarely heard information from the outside, she also knew that the name "Prince Heir for a Day" came from the mouth of this uncle.
She hoped Baelon would die young so she could inherit the Iron Throne from Viserys.
Let me ask, how could she please Baelon?
...
With Daemon Yulong's appearance, the two brothers reconciled.
The martial arts tournament of the day came to a hasty conclusion, and the officials organized to move to the banquet area to greet Damon.
As for a young Dornishman whose pants were soaked, Prime Minister Leonor "gently" invited him to stay at a luxury hotel in the city.
They not only paid the accommodation fee but also sent someone to take care of him, fearing he wouldn't get used to living there.
The scene was quite grand, and many trustworthy people asked about it.
The answers were very consistent.
The king admired this Dornish warrior who had traveled all the way and today received for the first time the victorious king's brother, Daemon.
The martial arts tournament will begin tomorrow, and he is invited to continue participating in the duels.
Don't refuse!
...
A banquet was always prepared, and Viserys walked alongside Daemon.
Behind him was a group of ministers, nobles, and invited lords.
It must be said that Alisson is an understanding queen.
Upon receiving the news of Damon's return, she immediately ordered the servants to remove the meals they had eaten and replace them with dishes already stored in the kitchen.
When Viserys led people to the banquet area, everything was in order, and there was no sense of imperfection like a temporary arrangement.
Viserys was very moved, publicly praising Alisson as his good wife, who always shared important tasks for him.
Alisson calmly held Viserys's arm and said softly, "You've been working hard all day on government affairs. You shouldn't worry about trivial matters."
Holding the queen's slender green hand, Viserys was filled with joy, "Thank you, I want..."
"Well, the ministers laugh at me for being intimate, so hurry up and bring people to the banquet."
Allison's cheeks were flushed, and her shy appearance was delightful.
The Stepstone Islands are a contentious place, implying a power struggle.