Game of Thrones: Dance of the Dragons

Viserys' smile was somewhat stiff.

His initial plan was to provide slow support for the campaign on the Steps Islands in order to wear down Damon and Corliss as much as possible.

He wanted to use this opportunity to bring the two of them back into the royal family.

To be honest, Viserys wasn't satisfied with this result, but it was better than nothing.

Viserys smiled and stepped forward, holding the clan sword Blackfire in one hand and taking the vine crown with the other.

After a brief glance, it was handed over to Harman, the captain of the Royal Guard.

"Welcome home, little brother."

Viserys put one hand on Damon's shoulder and spoke with a smile.

"I'm back, brother."

Without any hesitation, Damon leaned on Viserys' shoulder and nodded gently like a child returning home.

Amidst the applause of the ministers, Prince Bellon of Spring Dawn's bloodline was once again restored.

This was a signal from the king. Even if his brother secretly went to war with the Kingdom of the Third Daughter, he wouldn't allow anyone to make a big deal out of it!

Damon clearly knew this.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have maintained his previous arrogant attitude, announcing his return over King's Landing without any punishment.

"Damon, let me introduce you to your nephew, Baylor."

Viserys patted Damon on the shoulder and, smiling, called his eldest son, Baylor, whom he was very proud of, to his side.

"Congratulations to your nephew, you've finally shaken off the title of 'the cursed prince.'"

Whether Damon is sincere or not, Baylor doesn't know.

But from the moment we met, he kept his attention focused on his eyes.

No, to be more precise, it's because of the dreamwalker that the dark circles under the eyes are formed.

"Uncle, congratulations on your achievements and your return to the family!" Renilla happily gave her a congratulatory hug.

"I still remember our promise: once I conquer the Stone Steps, we'll fly from King's Landing to Dragonstone together to play the game. You haven't forgotten, have you?" Damon reminded him with a smile.

His gaze, however, inadvertently swept over Baylor.

Thin, exhausted, and mentally tormented by nightmares, living like such a useless heir is a form of oppressive suffering...

Baylor naturally noticed Damon's disdain for him and couldn't help but find it amusing.

It seems that Baylor overestimated his good uncle who once called him "the Crown Prince for a day".

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Viserys personally led his brother by the hand into the welcoming banquet that had been meticulously prepared for him.

Queen Alison is absolutely impeccable in terms of both age and management ability.

The banquet was arranged in an orderly manner, leaving no room for criticism.

Viserys was deeply moved and publicly praised Alison with the highest honor, saying, "She truly deserves to be the Queen of the Seven."

Allison smiled and took her husband's hand, saying virtuously, "You're busy with government affairs all day long, so it's only right that I help you with some of the trivial matters."

Viserys held Alison's slender, fair left hand. "Your Majesty, you've worked so hard!"

"I already said, this is simply my duty," Allison said gently.

"Heh heh, Renilla is truly a commendable wife and loving mother." Renilla looked at the queen and king, who were deeply in love, with a forced smile.

At this moment, the expression on her face was almost as intense as that of the black steel, a specialty of the free trade town.

"Sister, my shoulders hurt so much from your massage."

Sitting on the wooden chair, Beller patted Renilla's hand on his shoulder with a wronged expression.

Renilla paused for a moment, then immediately and considerately massaged Baylor's shoulders. "Sorry, little brother, I almost forgot you were still here."

"It's not a worthwhile move to damage your image in the royal family for her sake," Baylor whispered a reminder.

Then, bored, he looked up and around, only to see Viserys smiling broadly as he put his hand on Damon's shoulder and chatted about the shameful things that happened when they were young.

Damon nodded, outwardly complying, but his gaze casually swept around, secretly observing something.

Before long, the celebration banquet prepared for Prince Damon officially began.

The nobles and ministers who had come to attend all stepped forward to toast this meritorious official. Renilla was no exception.

She idolized Damon from a very young age and longed for his adventures in Westeros.

Viserys raised his hand to beckon Baelor, "Baelor, my eldest son, was kept in Oldtown because of his poor health."

"With the protection of the seven gods, he was fortunate enough to receive the blessing of a white deer during the previous royal hunt, which successfully healed his body."

Damon's expression turned serious for a moment, then relaxed. "Brother, this is an extraordinary encounter that even Aegon the Conqueror never had. My nephew is undoubtedly lucky."

"Yes, if the scholars hadn't examined his body, I wouldn't have believed this story that seemed straight out of a novel."

"But he did it. Perhaps this is the blessing of the gods upon my Targaryen family; Baelor is the chosen one."

Viserys' words startled all the nobles present.

The continent of Westerle has a long tradition of worshipping the Seven Gods, and even the most outstanding archbishops only dare to claim themselves as excellent missionaries.

King Viserys declared that Baelor was the chosen child of God, the significance of which was already self-evident.

Damon patted Baylor on the head. "My dear nephew, may you always be as healthy as you are today."

"Like my brother said, I hope you have many more adventures."

Renilla, completely oblivious to the underlying sadness, clapped her hands excitedly and whispered her blessings to Beller.

Not far away, Allison's gentle expression stiffened noticeably, and she unconsciously dug her nails into the flesh between her thumb and forefinger.

She originally thought that as long as she kept Baylor trapped in the old town, she could rely on the Hightower family's control over the old town and the Seven Churches.

In the name of atonement to the seven gods, the king's eldest son, who was physically weak, could be slowly worn down to death.

Afterwards, relying on the nobles and ministers she had already contacted, she recommended one of her sons to the king as his successor.

At that time, even if Viserys objects, the final crown prince position will inevitably belong to Aegon.

Now, Baylor's blessing of the white stag has dealt Alison a devastating blow.

Given Viserys's biased nature, he only needs to wait for the right opportunity to officially appoint Baelor as crown prince.

"Is our Hightoar family's years of scheming going to go to waste like this?"

Allison's fingernails were scratched and bled.

To avoid revealing her emotional outburst, Allison made up an excuse and temporarily left the banquet.

At the same time, Laris, who was listening to the noble ladies recount the situation on the Stone Steps Islands, noticed Alison's subsequent panic.

With his sharp mind, he immediately noticed something intriguing about it.

He then stood up, bid farewell to the noble ladies, and leisurely followed after them.