Ice and Fire: Reign of the Dragon.

Chapter 84 Ridiculous Aegon, King Aegon

"Don't take risks." Otto looked at his grandson and sighed. "There are not only Syrax and Korax on Dragonstone, but also several wild dragons. When we hunted the glutton, four adult dragons targeted a wild dragon together, which caused the other wild dragons to hide in their nests and not come out. Aren't you worried about attracting other wild dragons and Princess Rhaenys's Red Queen?"

Aemond was stunned for a moment, then immediately responded: "We still have Dreamfire and Yangyan."

"Helena is no warrior," whispered Queen Alicent. "Neither is Aegon."

"Everyone, we are discussing how to restore order and defend the legitimate king. Now is not the time to destroy our prestige." Christon Cole suddenly interrupted everyone's thoughts. "Besides, that bitch may not survive the birth." Christon said fiercely. He had a bad relationship with Princess Rhaenyra. The White Knight, who was deeply hurt by the princess, immediately threw himself into the arms of the queen after feeling lost and became the most determined Green Party member.

"Without the army and the support of the major lords, Rhaenyra cannot sit on the Iron Throne." Otto said: "We need to create a fait accompli as soon as possible. The decree of the legitimate king is more effective than the decree of a usurper king."

Tailan nodded. He had just finished flipping through the account book that Count Linman carried with him: "Then I will raise funds immediately. There are still hundreds of thousands of pure gold dragons in the treasury, and several times more gold dragons. I suggest that the money be divided into four parts. One part should be sent to Oldtown, one part should be sent to the Iron Vault, one part should be used to bribe mercenaries in the East Continent and the Kingdom of Three Daughters, and one part should be used for the operation of King's Landing." Tailan smiled bitterly. He had wanted to send one of the money to Casterly Rock, but it was good enough that the Green Party did not ask him to donate money at this time, and he did not dare to go too far.

"How many troops can the Westland raise?" asked Aemond.

"Eight thousand, all veterans in armor, including at least fifteen hundred knights." Tailan said, "If my brother is given enough time to recruit farmers, hired knights, mercenaries, and summon vassals, there will be more."

"Can the Western Territory mobilize 20,000 troops in a short period of time?" asked Imond.

"Give us a month, about 25,000." Tailan knew his family well. "In three months, we can recruit about 35,000 to 40,000 troops."

"Then you should send 8,000 troops first. I need elite troops." Aemond walked quickly to the wall, assuming that there was a map of Westeros hanging on the wall. "Grandpa, when can Hightower's army set out?"

"One month. According to the speed of the ravens, it will take at least one month for Mond to gather an army of about 20,000 people and food supplies." Otto also came over. "We have to thank the Seven Gods for giving us a long summer."

"Let Earl Mond send out a part of his army to force the southern lords who have not expressed their opinions to join us." Aemond stared at the wall. "If the whole of the River Reach is used by us."

"Eight to a hundred thousand men," Otto replied. "And that's before we even recruit them in full."

"Sir Tyran, the army of the Westerlands must enter the Riverlands as quickly as possible." Aemond looked at Tyran. "Help Duke Tully suppress the riverland lords who dare to resist. It is best to block the Neck Swamp to prevent the northern barbarians from moving south. Then attack Harrenhal immediately." Aemond's one eye looked at Larys Strong, the Earl of Harrenhal, in the crowd.

The Minister of Intelligence spread his hands. "The Strong family has never acknowledged me as their lord, so you can do whatever you want."

"The army of the South will make a move to threaten Horn Hill and pin down the army of the Marches." Aemond continued: "Daeron's dragons are ready for action."

"He will die!" Queen Alicent was horrified. "You can't put your brother in danger! If the Vareses support Rhaenyra, Daeron will have to face two dragons much larger than his own and one dragon that is almost as big as his own."

"That is his duty," Aemond interrupted his mother. "If Aegon wants to keep his crown, he must ride a dragon to fight. If necessary, Helena will also fight a dragon."

"Where is Aegon?" Only then did Aemond notice that the subject of the conversation was gone.

"I've sent someone to look for him." Christon Cole realized that the protagonist of their power struggle was not there. "Isn't he in the Red Castle?"

Aemond sighed. He took the captain of the Iron Guard and walked out of the bedroom quickly. "How could you expect to find him in Helena's bed? You should go to the flea pit!"

The flea den at dawn was still in a mess, filled with an amazing stench, the smell of joy and death. The two horses were out of place here, but no matter the buck-toothed man, the burly washerwoman, or the man with sharp teeth, they all hid when they saw the two horses and the people on them.

Prince Aemond took a deep breath, jumped off his horse, and kicked open the tattered wooden door of the rat fighting pit.

The scene was a chaotic one, with drunkards laughing and throwing coins or indistinguishable food into the pit. Two naked little boys were trying to bite each other, and their master left a series of whip marks on the boys' rough backs.

If you look closely, you can see that the boys' teeth have been deliberately sharpened, so that the rat pit is full of rotten flesh.

An equally naive little boy knelt beside Great Aegon and poured him new beer. The drunken Great Aegon took off all his clothes and held up his glass, grinning foolishly.

Aemond glared at the boss with his only eye. The fat and strong old man hurriedly separated the two boys with a whip, signaling them to get out, and then drove the guests out of the rat fighting pit one by one, and slipped out flatteringly. Aemond then carefully jumped over the mud pit with no idea what was in it, pulled the little boy away, threw a handful of copper coins to him, and then grabbed the little brother of Aegon the Great.

Aegon the Great suddenly became alert. "Old man, what's wrong with you?" "What the hell are you doing here?" Seeing that Aegon the Great was awake, Aemond slapped him hard in the face. "We have done our best for you, and you are giving them a handle here?"

"What happened?" Great Aegon hurriedly put on his trousers and white silk coat, even though it was covered with stains of unknown origin.

Aemond sighed in frustration and whispered in his brother's ear, "Father has passed away. Mother and the ministers are planning to help you restore your position as the legitimate king."

The Great Aegon's eyes widened instantly. "My father passed away? Why is there no bell? What are you doing? Please, my sister is the heir, I am fine as I am now." The Great Aegon curled his lips and said, "Do you want to sit on that iron chair and not be able to do anything? Besides, there is no brother who would steal his sister's rights."

Aemond took a deep breath.

Criston Cole answered coldly for Aemond: "As long as there is a silver-haired, pure-blooded Targaryen prince alive, the bastard Strong of the slut princess will not be able to sit on the throne. The sister you mentioned will do anything for her bastard." The voice of the captain of the white knights was full of threats. "You will die, Aemond will die, Daeron will die, Helena will die, and your child will die!"

"How is this possible?" Aegon's voice trembled. "Although we have some conflicts with my elder sister, she is not that kind of person."

"Power changes everything. Think about it, you and your son stand with those strong bastards, what do you think the people will think?" Sir Christon continued: "The masses will strengthen their suspicion of the bastard bloodline, and all the families in the country who are loyal to the sacred law will secretly support the true orthodox king. That slut will definitely make sacrifices for her rule, and the sacrifices will be you, your brothers, and your sons."

"This, this." Great Aegon was a little panicked.

"Don't forget my eyes."

Aemond stopped talking and signaled with a look that Criston should take Great Aegon with him. They should return to the Red Keep immediately. Criston picked up Great Aegon and threw him onto the horse despite Great Aegon's protest. "Your Majesty, this is for the purity of the true dragon and for the whole country."

Blackwater Bay at dawn.

A small boat was slowly sailing towards the distant Crab Island. A middle-aged man with silver hair and beard was rowing hard. He was a spy of the Varese family and reported directly to Tigaro Dagareon. Unfortunately, before he could release his raven, the tavern was sealed off by the man in the golden robe.

"Laris betrayed us." The middle-aged man said in his heart: "But he also gave us information."

Must be faster. The middle-aged man rowed faster.

March 3th passed slowly, and nothing happened. Not a single Silent Sister or Septon was brought into the Red Keep. The king's body just rotted and stank on the couch. There were no bells ringing, and no ravens flying to Dragonstone. Only countless ravens took off to the territories of various lords who might support Aegon.

Aegon the Great finally accepted the crown, although no one knew why he finally made up his mind. Perhaps it was when he saw his carefree children?
On March 3, two ravens finally took off from Crab Island, one flew to Dragon's Nest and the other flew to Dragonstone.

Early morning of the same day.

"Am I the king?" Da Yigeng walked around his room anxiously. He had changed into red and black clothes and combed his hair. To be honest, as long as he was not drunk, he was indeed a handsome young man. "If I am the king, please put the crown on me quickly, mother, and don't tell me you are going to regret it again."

Queen Alisson, no, now the Queen Mother, also wore black mourning clothes and a gorgeous green dress.
The Queen Mother looked out the window silently.

In King's Landing, the whole city was filled with the sound of death bells, and hundreds of black ravens took off at the same time.

Black wings, black message.

"It is time, Your Majesty." Alicent stood up and lifted her skirt. "The people and ministers are already waiting for your arrival in the Dragon's Lair."

"I want the Conqueror's Crown." Great Aegon was still a little hesitant at this point, but the desire in his eyes was not false.

Sir Christon, the temporary Hand of the King, bowed slightly. Otto had already set off to the East to recruit mercenaries and unite the Three Daughters' Kingdom.

"As you wish, Your Majesty."

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