"You don't have to regret it. Every Targaryen is obsessed with dragons, and it's not uncommon to make rash judgments."
Looking at Baelon lying on the bed enduring the pain, Ilic wasn't angry.
At the mention of dragons, anger flared in Baelon's eyes, he gritted his teeth and said, "I was just about to tame Dreamfire."
"Was there an accident?" Ilic asked, furrowing his brow, realizing the matter was not simple.
Lei Jia said angrily, "Dreamfire was about to accept me, but a chain imprisoned him, making him unable to even get up."
"The recognition ceremony between Dreamfire and me was forcefully interrupted by that chain!"
At the end of the sentence, Baelon almost roared from his throat.
There were bloodshot eyes, connecting with the purple pupils, forming a strange color difference.
Failure isn't terrible.
Blocked success is the worst sin.
Ilic didn't expect things to turn out like this. He grabbed Menas cruelly and threatened, "You will regularly inspect the dragon's lair. What happened to the chain?"
Although he hadn't had much contact with dragons, he knew what they were. Dragon chains are usually long enough to not interfere with the dragon's freedom of movement.
As Baelon said, Dreamfire's situation is anything but ordinary.
Ilic had reasons to suspect that the illegitimate bachelor was attempting to assassinate the prince.
As he was grabbed by the neck and lifted up, Menas panicked and said, "It's not me. I'm only responsible for cleaning dragon bones and dung. These are dirty and exhausting jobs that nobody does. Dare you touch a giant dragon?"
"Who else if not you, Dreamfire? Or is it the Undergraduate in your mouth?"
Ilic obviously had no intention of letting him go. He punched him twice in the face, making his nose swell and bleed.
Menas screamed and kept explaining, "I really didn't do it. The only ones who can change the dragon's chains are dragon hunters. Those guys can appease the dragon!" he defended himself hoarsely.
The noise made Baelon's burns more painful, and he said angrily, "Tie him up first and let's return to the Red Keep immediately. This matter must be reported to my father." The wound hurt so much he couldn't concentrate on thought. Now he just wanted to think about two things.
The first is to go home and find his parents,
and the second is to find out who privately changed Meng Huo's chains and then fed them to the dragon.
Ilic said without objections, "Yes, Prince."
He threw Menas to the ground, took off his belt, and tied his hands behind his back.
After subduing the helpless illegitimate bachelor, Ilic carefully took out Baelon.
The carriage was right outside the Dragon's Cave door, and Ilic walked steadily and quickly.
Ignoring the frightened look of the driver, Baelon was placed in the spacious carriage seat.
He kicked Menas into the coachman's arms and said, "Tie him behind the carriage and let him run with the carriage."
Finally, he remembered, "The prince is injured. The carriage may be fast, but without bumps."
"Yes, Sir, sir."
The coachman had never seen a battle like this before. He obediently tied Menas to the trunk and gagged him with a cloth.
Complete the mission and drive the carriage back to the Red Keep.
...
The Red Keep, the King's Bedroom.
After watching the tournament all morning, Viserys returned tired to his room and lamented his lack of energy.
"Call the Prime Minister and tell him the king has something to discuss," Viserys punched from the door.
An assistant responded outside the door.
Ten minutes later, Prime Minister Leonor opened the door and entered.
"Your Majesty, do you have something to discuss?" Leonor's fat body stood by the table and asked respectfully.
Viserys waited for the attendant to serve a glass of wine for each of them and indicated for them to leave.
When only two people were left in the room, Viserys waved his glass of wine and said melancholically: "Recently, marriage proposals for Rhaenyra have almost piled up like a mountain. I have been hesitating about what kind of partner to choose for her."
Leonor said with hesitation on her face, "Your Majesty, I believe it's best for her." "Oh, is there anything more important than Rhaenyra's marriage at this time?" Viserys asked humorously.
Leonor couldn't help but smile, her eyes never leaving the king's face since she entered the door.
Her rich life experience had cultivated her taciturn character and she also had a pair of eyes that could see into people's hearts.
Leonor knew the king was playing dumb and typically avoided problems.
After pouring the red wine from the cup into her stomach, Leonor said bravely, "Your Majesty, Prince Baelon is your eldest son. According to the inheritance system of the eldest son in Westeros, he should be the heir to the Iron Throne."
Reese's expression changed immediately and he said sadly, "But the current heir is Rhaenyra. She was chosen by me personally and is older than Baelon."
The words had already made it clear that Leonor had no reason to withdraw.
From a rational point of view: "Prince Baelon is a male, and a male heir who complies with the law can earn the loyalty of the lords."
"Rhaenyra has been the heir for many years and hasn't traveled across the continent for a long time. She did, and all the lords recognize her," said Viserys indignantly.
In this regard, she is very similar to Rhaenyra.
Be willing to listen to other people's opinions, but take them only as opinions.
It's all based on personal preferences.
Leonor said, "That's because they don't have a better option. If Prince Baelon stands up, they'll definitely be more willing to support a male heir." After
many years of getting along, Leonor understands Viserys better than he does himself.
She knew what to say and do to convince the king.
Unfortunately, when it came to the issue of the heir, Viserys was firm and would never yield.
He shook his head and said dissatisfied, "No! Rhaenyra has not made any mistakes, and no one can deprive her of her qualities as heir."
"What should Prince Baelon do?"
Leonor didn't bother with Rhaenyra. She didn't make any mistakes and said calmly, "Prince Baelon was born as heir."
"He used to suffer from frailty, but now he enjoys good health. Are you going to give up such an excellent eldest son?"
"Of course not!" Viserys denied and stated his plan, "Baelon is a good boy. He loves his father and his sister."
"I will ask the best teacher to teach him and let him grow up to be a straight. A man."
"In the future, when Rhaenyra takes the throne, he can serve as Hand of the King, Regent, and even guardian of the entire territory."
Leonor was astonished and said incredulously, "My lord, do you
really believe that?"
That's just a euphemism.
Leonor's heart was full of twists and turns at that moment.
As the eldest son of Baelon in the king's words, shouldn't he be the heir?
Moreover, would such an outstanding prince really succumb to others and quietly contribute to others?
Siblings of small aristocratic families would also fight to the death for family property.
Not to mention the charm of a whole king.
Nor can biological siblings do it!
Viserys ignored it and insisted, "I believe in Baelon. He will help his sister with governance matters and protect the realm from harm."
Leonor opened her mouth, unsure of what to say for a moment.
She picked up the jug from the table, poured herself a glass of wine, and drank it again.
"All right, I believe in your decision."