Game of Thrones: Dance of the Dragons

"That's right."

"But I don't think you'll obediently do as I say, dear uncle."

Baylor's keen observation told him that Damon would not agree to his plan so easily.

"All I have to do is find a child and say it's my and that bronze bitch's child, isn't that enough?" Damon said, enunciating each word clearly.

Baylor looked up and, upon hearing Damon's extremely affirmative answer, guessed the answer in his mind.

"Don't tell me you want to push an illegitimate child into the position while Mrs. Rhea is still alive?"

Baylor did not deny Damon's idea.

After all, it's understandable that he didn't want to have children with Mrs. Rhea and wanted to promote his own bloodline to gain control of the Royce family.

But if he were to actually do it, Damon would have to be fully prepared for everything, including the strong opposition from the Royce family and the hostility from the various nobles of the Vale should the plan be leaked.

"Good nephew, I am only telling you the plan out of loyalty to the family."

"As for other things, that's none of your business." Damon's meaning was clear.

He came up with the plan, he carried it out, and he would take full responsibility if anything went wrong, without implicating the Targaryen family that Baelor cherished most.

"Good uncle, now that you've told me, I absolutely cannot sit idly by."

"Father values ​​the family highly, and you are his only brother." Baylor's tone was extremely serious.

He and Damon have a personal feud, but it's an internal family matter. When it's time to unite against external threats, Baylor will never hesitate.

Upon hearing about his indirect relationship with Baylor, Damon showed a rare expression of disbelief, even more astonished than hearing that the Bronze Bitch had slept with him.

"Suit yourself. Don't blame me if it tarnishes your precious reputation."

Leaving those words behind, Damon turned and left the dragon's lair.

After watching Damon leave, Renilla finally spoke, "He wasn't serious, was he?"

Even now, Renilla finds it hard to believe Damon's plans.

In her eyes, allowing an illegitimate child to become the eldest son of a great noble family was an outrageous act that angered both heaven and man, even more terrifying than betraying the Seven Gods.

"The idea is good, but how will he keep it from the nobles in the valley?"

"Don't forget, it's not like our good uncle just started disliking his wife overnight. If he suddenly changes his mind and says he wants a child, even a pig would tell you there's something wrong with it."

More than these concerns, Beller was worried that his good uncle might do something extreme, such as dying unexpectedly from bedsore fever after Mrs. Rhea gave birth.

"Baelor, we must help Damon. If something really goes wrong, the royal family will have to step in to resolve it in the end."

"It would have been better if it had never happened in the first place."

Renilla didn't care what kind of sparks would fly between Damon and Mrs. Rhea. She was only concerned about how her brother would be affected.

Baylor gave a barely audible "hmm".

……

In the afternoon, as Prince Beller's coronation drew to a close, Lady Rhea prepared to mount her horse and return to the Royce family with her guards.

"Roar—!"

A black dragon swept across the sky and landed steadily in front of Lady Rhea's white horse.

"Auntie Rhea, is it convenient for us to have a chat?" Baylor stepped down from the dragon's back, deliberately changing his form of address to create a closer connection.

Rhea did not know why the prince had come, but out of respect for the royal family and the crown prince, he dismounted and followed the prince to the seaside.

Only then did Lady Rhea look seriously at the six-year-old crown prince.

She wore a simple and plain black outfit, with short and long golden-silver hair, purple eyes, and noticeable dark circles under her eyes.

On the surface, they appear kind and friendly, but they give off an extremely negative feeling.

Baylor began, "What kind of person does Auntie think my good uncle is?"

Rhea suddenly laughed, it was unclear whether he was mocking Damon or the question itself.

"Prince Baylor, you've spent quite a bit of time with Damon, don't you know his character?"

"If someone has pride ingrained in their bones, someone who would rather die than bow their head, and suddenly tells you they want to have a child, what do you think they would think?"

"If it were me, I would rather destroy it than hand it over to an outsider."

This is also Rhea indirectly telling Baylor that she knows Damon wants to seize the Royce family's territory and soldiers.

"That's true, but who wouldn't want their child to inherit the land?"

"Mrs. Rhea, since my uncle has already shown signs of repentance, you should go with the flow and have a child as soon as possible."

As he spoke, Baylor suddenly looked in the direction of the flea nest, "Besides, since you know what kind of person my good uncle is, how could you not know the methods he used?"

Upon hearing this, Lady Rhea looked at Beller in disbelief.

"Does the Crown Prince mean that that damned Damon wants to find a bastard to inherit my family's legacy?"

Baylor shook his head. "I never said that."

"I'm just offering you a friendly reminder from a family member's perspective: do what you're supposed to do, and you'll get the best result."

Rhea stared coldly at Beller.

She had to admit that the Targaryen family were a bunch of lunatics, both in their behavior and in their minds.

"Prince Bellor, some things, once said, cannot be taken back."

"Of course, if the prince is interested in my family, we can arrange a marriage after you give birth to your child, without having to go through Damon as an intermediary."

Rhea was clever; she knew that Prince Beller was after her family's lands and soldiers, and she made a promise without hesitation.

But why wait until the future when he can get it now?

"Mrs. Rhea, I urge you to stay."

"This is not just about the survival of the Royce family, but also about yourself."

"Don't you want to have a child who will inherit your land?"

Baylor's tone suddenly changed.

Like the sea breeze on Chaotou Island, it's not biting, but it's enough to enlighten you.

Behind him, the glutton was impatiently twisting its body and letting out a warning growl.

It was only then that Lady Rhea realized that Belle had summoned her to force her to make a choice.

"My mother came from the Valley, and Duchess Jenny was my natural ally."

"Madam, which do you think the Irene family will choose: the royal family or a vassal?"

Beller used the same words to tell Rhea.

If you'd rather destroy your fiefdom than hand it over to Damon, then the Vale, in order to maintain its close ties with the royal family, will destroy House Royce by its own hands.

After weighing the pros and cons, Mrs. Rhea almost instantly lost all her options.

She hated the Targaryen family intensely, yet she couldn't help but look up to them and admire them.

"Your Highness, thank you for your advice. I will choose to stay."