Game of Thrones: Dance of the Dragons

"Yes, Your Highness!"

Corliss sighed deeply.

As the saying goes, when you're under someone's roof, you have to bow your head. Especially when you're facing a crown prince who possesses a dragon and is extremely cunning.

"Very good, Lord Corliss. Not only today, but we will also get along very well in the future."

With his hands placed in front of his lower abdomen, Beller's thoughts were already self-evident.

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King's Landing, Council Chamber.

"Look, Lord Corliss says that thanks to Baylor's timely idea of ​​'grilling Dorne on a hot plate,' the war will be delayed for at least another month!"

Viserys excitedly banged on the table and handed the raven letter in his hand to Prime Minister Leonor and the other ministers of the court for a look.

Larry reacted the fastest, immediately rising to offer his congratulations, "Congratulations, Your Majesty!"

"With a capable and valiant crown prince like Prince Beile, you will have nothing to worry about, and your kingdom will surely surpass the reign of King Renji."

Of course, Larry's words were somewhat exaggerated, but the crown prince's statement about being a capable and battle-hardened ruler was absolutely true.

Finance Minister Lin Man followed closely behind, saying, "Your Majesty, the Prince has accomplished such a feat and deserves to be rewarded."

Following the statements of the two ministers of state, several others, including Prime Minister Leonor, also expressed their opinions, hoping that Prince Baylor would be rewarded.

"Very well, as you request, reward Prince Baylor and all the kingdom's warriors who fought valiantly upon your return!"

"Lord Leonor, this matter is entirely in your hands. Make sure the kingdom's warriors receive the rewards and honors they deserve."

Viserys entrusted the matter to his most trusted prime minister with complete confidence.

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Leonor was a highly efficient prime minister; the moment he agreed, he had already begun to consider how to reward the Valerian family.

Next, it was time to deal with some routine troubles. Viserys was in a great mood and didn't want to worry about these things, so he dumped them all on Leonor.

The king wanted to personally go to his beloved queen to prepare a victory banquet for his eldest son, Prince, the dragon riders, and the Valerian family.

A day later, the black dragon flew to King's Landing first, circling and roaring above the city, proclaiming its return as if demonstrating its sovereignty.

"Look! It's Prince Baelor's dragon!"

"The prince has returned! The Stepstone Islands are finally back in the hands of Westeros!"

"I heard that the war ended so quickly thanks to Prince Baylor!"

The people put down their work, looked up at the giant dragon in the sky, and cheered enthusiastically for the prince's return.

Baylor looked down at the people on the street and couldn't help but sigh, "Laris's publicity is really effective."

Then, he took the lead in riding the dragon to the outside of the dragon gate.

Viserys, accompanied by his children and ministers, welcomed the dragon riders led by Corliss.

"Baelor, my child!"

Viserys immediately stepped forward and hugged his eldest son tightly.

Baylor proudly declared, "Father, I have not let you down."

Viserys released Baelor, crouched down, and carefully examined his eldest son. "You've lost weight, but you've grown into a worthy Targaryen!"

The father and son exchanged a few pleasantries and agreed to have a more detailed discussion at the banquet.

Beller nodded and turned to stand in front of Renilla.

Welcome home.

"Yes, I'm back."

The siblings have been together for many years. They don't need many gestures; a single word is enough for them to understand each other's feelings.

"Brother, what about me? You can't just talk to your sister!"

Helena, despite her young age, was quite precocious. She ran to Baylor's lap and reached out for a hug.

Baylor doted on his little sister and immediately hugged her. "You've gained weight, looks like you've been eating well."

"Of course! I listen to my brother. I want to become a dragon rider someday and help you conquer the world!"

Helena spoke very seriously, and even began to carefully select which dragon in the dragon's lair was more suitable for her.

Baylor listened patiently, occasionally offering practical advice.

"By the way, Brother Aegon has successfully tamed Sunfire, and after the dragon saddle is finished, he can ride a dragon!"

Sensing Baelor's gaze, Aegon immediately tensed up.

According to his mother, as the crown prince and eldest son, Prince Baylor was very wary of the Hightoar family taming dragons, as it would affect his own rule.

Beller said with satisfaction, "Yes, well done. This is the kind of child our Tangrians should have."

"If you have any questions about taming dragons later, come find me, and I'll teach you personally."

"Of course, don't you know who I am? I bear the name of the Conqueror!"

"And thank you, brother."

Aegon knew that Baelor forced him to learn Valyrian in order to help him better tame Sunfire and fight for his family like him.

Therefore, he neither listens to nor believes what his mother says.

"Look at Damon, this is my eldest son."

"A good crown prince should have qualities such as being free from jealousy and embarrassment, and being willing to do everything in his power to maintain family unity and kinship."

Having such an excellent and well-educated crown prince is more gratifying for Viserys than taming a dragon.

"Perhaps."

How could Damon not see through Baylor's thoughts? It was just a clever trick to win people over.

Inside the Red Keep, Queen Alison managed the victory banquet flawlessly, demonstrating Viserys's high regard for his heroes.

Not only did they bring in aged wine, but they also invited the King's Landing circus.

With their professional performances and dramatic rhetoric, they perfectly portrayed the events of the Five Dragons' attack on the Stepstone Islands, the "Grilled Dorne," and the raid on the Tyrosh navy.

Viserys clapped his hands and cheered, downing several glasses of red wine in one go, while the assembled courtiers watched with great interest.

"Prince Bellor is truly remarkable, it's just a pity he's still too young."

Lin Man sat next to Lars, feeling a pang of regret.

If the prince were a little older, at least thirteen, and received the title of crown prince, everything would be different.

"Lord Linman, there are some things that need to be done, not just said."

Larry knew this was an opportunity.

After raising his head and receiving the prince's tacit approval, he knelt down before the king, limping.

"Your Majesty, if I may be so bold, Prince Baelor has achieved such great results; he should rightfully be granted the title of Prince of Dragonstone ahead of schedule!"

"Only in this way can the prince grow and become your true right-hand man!"

Viserys put down his glass, his brow furrowed slightly, as if he were considering the possibilities.

"Viserys, the Seven, and Oldtown all had relevant laws."

"The heir must first be knighted at the age of thirteen, and then formally be made a prince at the age of sixteen."

Allison kindly filled his glass with wine and affectionately urged him on.

"Alison, do you mean the royal family's power should rank after the Seven Gods?"

In Renera's mind, it would be only right and proper for Baylor to be made Prince of Dragonstone ahead of time, let alone Crown Prince!

"Renera, you!"

"Okay, I think it's time too."

Viserys slowly stood up, took a handkerchief to wipe the grease from the corner of his mouth, then walked to an empty seat and drew his family's clan sword, Blackfire.

"My child, do you want to see your father bestow the title of Prince of Dragonstone upon some thin air? Come here now."