Game of Thrones: Dance of the Dragons

After saying that, Damon turned and left without hesitation.

"where did you go?!"

This wasn't just an inquiry; Viserys was worried that his brother might do something foolish.

"This has nothing to do with you!"

With those words, Damon vanished from Viserys's sight.

Viserys had a terrible headache, secretly pounding his forehead with one hand. "When are you going to grow up? When are you going to stop being so willful?"

The King's Landing, the Dragon's Lair.

The dragon fight ended with Baylor emerging victorious, as the Glutton suffered the least severe injuries.

Lannar admired Beller immensely, not only for his unprecedented dragon-riding skills, but also for the tacit understanding between Beller and the Glutton.

Keep in mind that Baylor had only spent two short months with the glutton.

The effort and hardship required to make a wild dragon that has never been tamed before completely obey one's commands is no less than that required to restore a city that has been reduced to ruins.

"Cousin Bellor, thank you. I learned a lot from this dragon battle."

"If there is an opportunity, please allow me to spar with you again."

Although the two did not spend much time together, Beller had a very good first impression of Lannar.

He didn't possess the unyielding and arrogant air of Damon, the dissolute prince; instead, he gave off a relaxed and incredibly approachable feeling.

Moreover, Beller was very knowledgeable about taming and feeding dragons, which greatly benefited Lannar, who was also a dragon knight.

Beller smiled and nodded. "No problem, Cousin Lannar."

With the arrival of the carriage, the two returned to the Red Castle together.

It was only at this point that Baylor learned that Damon and his father had argued again.

"Because they disagree with the illegitimate child becoming the wife?"

"No way, he said he wouldn't hold it against me after the dragon fight, so why is he being so petty again?"

Baylor simply couldn't understand Damon's thought process.

He was the one who disagreed with having a child with Lady Rhea, he was the one who chose to fight the dragon, and now he's the one throwing a tantrum.

What exactly is Damon trying to do?

"Perhaps, all he ever wanted was the family's approval?" Renis suddenly said.

"Oh? Does Aunt mean you know something about it?" Baylor had always been very interested in matters concerning his good uncle.

"When your father and I were vying for the throne, Damon assembled a small squad of several dozen men, intending to kill me after I became crown prince."

"Later, Damon became your father's Lord Chancellor. If it weren't for Otto's machinations and his own insolence, things wouldn't have come to this."

In Rhaenys's eyes, Damon was not a Targaryen who wanted to rebel; he was more like the second of three children, easily overlooked and unpopular.

Therefore, he desperately wanted to prove himself useful, to get the attention of everyone in the family, and to receive the praise he deserved.

"Haha, I never expected that Uncle Good had such a history."

This information was extremely useful to Baylor; he knew how to use his good uncle.

The flea den is a brothel.

"If you're here to mock me, I advise you to shut up, because I'm in a bad mood and I don't want to chop your head off," Damon said, extremely annoyed.

Prince shook his head. "I would like to propose to Father that you be reinstated as the captain of the capital's garrison and placed among the ministers of the Imperial Court."

Damon suddenly smiled, unusually perking up as he looked at Baylor.

"Let me guess, are you planning to sleep with that bitch from the Valley this time, and then take over her territory and military power?"

The prince ignored him and instead threw the dagger-shaped token, symbolizing the captain of the capital, onto the bed.

"I will take office this afternoon and attend the royal council convened by the King."

"Of course, you can also choose not to continue rotting in this brothel and become the king of your flea den."

"Then, like a rotting bedbug, it was slowly eaten away and forgotten by everyone."

After saying that, he turned around and left the stinking brothel with the king's guards.

Damon is a man who values ​​his reputation above all else. To control him, you not only need to adopt the toughest approach, but also make him feel that the family still needs someone like him.

As expected, after Baylor left with his guards, Damon picked up the dagger token symbolizing the captain with a cold face and silently gripped it tightly.

Outside the brothel.

Renilla frowned. "Let me in next time. I don't want to see my future husband in a brothel, and I certainly don't want a bunch of women surrounding you."

Beller raised the corners of his mouth. "Sister, don't worry."

"If it weren't for finding a good uncle, I wouldn't have come even if you had someone carry me."

Renilla kissed Baylor's forehead with satisfaction. "Good boy, that's my good little brother."

"Do you think Uncle Damon will attend the Imperial Council meeting?"

Baylor was absolutely certain, "My good uncle always wanted the family's approval, but he was too proud and concerned about his reputation to admit his mistakes."

"So all I have to do is hand him the steps, and he'll come down like a dog."

In Baylor's view, Damon still has the mind of a child; apart from being a bit rebellious and arrogant, he can be coaxed back to work on his own.

It would be such a waste not to use someone like that.

……

In the afternoon, the Imperial Conference officially commenced.

As the crown prince, Baelor sat to the left of King Viserys, while Leonor, representing the ministers, sat to the right.

"Gentlemen, the Kingdom of Daughter and Dorne have recently sent envoys to King's Landing, hoping to resume trade with Westeros."

"In just a few days, many dukes and lords have sent ravens, hoping that I will resume trade as soon as possible."

Minister of the Navy, Tyrant, was the first to stand up and respectfully said, "Your Majesty, trade has always been the kingdom's most important source of income, and its continued stagnation will affect the national treasury's tax revenue."

Sea Serpent also stood up. "Your Majesty, I agree with Lord Tylan's idea."

"The objectives of expulsion and punishment have been achieved; it is time to resume trade between the two sides."

Both the Lannister and Valerian families rely heavily on trade resources, especially the Valerian family.

Without so many years of trade with free trade city-states, the small Chaotou Island would never have developed into the prosperous place it is today.

Viserys nodded slightly, then turned to Leonor beside him, "After the meeting, you and the Three Kingdoms and the Dornish envoys should arrange a time for us to discuss a ceasefire agreement."

Leonor stood up respectfully. "Yes, Your Majesty."

"In addition, we have allocated a batch of property to Dragonstone to repair Prince Baelor's castle."

"Great, this is very exciting news."

As he spoke, Viserys smiled and looked at Baylor, "You've been really into design lately, so you can use the remaining money to your heart's content."

Baylor leaned back in his chair and looked at Viserys gratefully. "Thank you for your support, Father."

"In addition, I have also designed a blueprint for the renovation of the dragon's lair, and I hope Father will approve it."