Game of Thrones: Dance of the Dragons

The welcome banquet ended shortly afterward.

Senila led her children to the rooms that the sea serpent had prepared for them. Each room was incredibly spacious, and there were even servants waiting outside the doors.

Princess Senira's descendants have never enjoyed such treatment.

Senila also guessed that if they hadn't genuinely accepted them, they wouldn't have made such thorough arrangements, so she felt at ease enjoying the experience.

……

After they were the only ones left in the banquet hall.

Aegon finally couldn't suppress the smile on his face. "See those pathetic expressions on their faces? They look like they've never seen anything like this before."

"They don't really think that returning to Westeros will make them true Targaryens, do they?"

You know, the Red Keep and Dragonstone are full of bastards, so what are those foreigners compared to them?

"Oh ho, my good nephew's finally figured it out! He knows how to talk now?"

Damon had to admit that today was the day he found his foolish nephew Aegon most agreeable.

Although Renis didn't speak, her defense of Helena just now almost made her stance clear.

She looked at Baylor, "What do you plan to do with them?"

Princess Senira's lineage is truly unique.

If this happens, what will happen to the bastards on Dragonstone? And what about all the bastards in Westeros?

If they don't acknowledge it, there's no guarantee that Princess Senira won't cause some other trouble.

Baelor's stance was firm: "Great-aunt Senira is of my great-grandfather's bloodline, and her Targaryen lineage is beyond question."

"As for offspring, they cannot have territories, the right to ride dragons, or be considered a legitimate line of the Targaryen family."

Renilla stared at Beller with interest. "So, you've come up with a solution?"

"No, let's just put it off for now."

"Anyway, the one thing we don't lack right now is time to conquer the Three Daughters Kingdom first, and leave these troublesome things to Father."

Having served in the Council of Kings for many years, Baylor has thoroughly mastered Viserys' two great secrets: "delay if you can, and get rid of if you can."

It must be admitted that it is particularly effective.

"After that, Lord Sea Serpent wrote a letter to the entire Free Trade City-State, informing them that House Targaryen had officially declared war on Myr, the Kingdom of the Three Daughters."

"As for Aunt Rhaenys's position, let Rhaenys and Aegon, who are patrolling the sea, take her place."

Originally, Baylor's plan was to feign war against Mill while actually leading several dragons to Rhys to force the slave owners and wealthy people there to surrender.

After that, the sea serpent led the Valerian navy and soldiers into the city to take over its defenses.

"Great! Syracuse and I have been practicing dodging these past few days, and it's finally come in handy!"

Rhaenyra was thrilled. Her childhood dream was to become a dragon knight and fight for House Targaryen!

But for Aegon, who only wanted to be lazy and gain prestige, going to the battlefield was even more terrifying than taking away his right to drink!

He had witnessed the power of the Scorpion Crossbow in previous battles. Apart from the dragon's scales which could provide immunity, once hit by the Sunfire Arrow, it was almost certain that the user would not survive.

"Brother, can't I just not go?"

"My precious Yang Yan is still so young, what if she gets hit by the scorpion crossbow?"

"I'm not married yet. If I really die there, there won't even be anyone to collect my body."

Rhaenyra looked at Aegon with disdain.

It's hard to imagine how he can switch back and forth between easily mocking someone and instantly backing down.

Damon felt the same way, and even considered taking back what he had just said; the slap in the face came too quickly.

Helena didn't care.

After all, Aegon's status in her eyes was even lower than that of the youngest, Daren.

Baelor turned his head without changing his expression, smiling as he looked at Aegon, who was pleading for help. "What do you think, my dear brother?"

"I... I was just kidding! I'd love to be at the forefront!"

"Brother, if you need this kind of mission in the future, remember to call me!" Egon didn't dare to refuse.

He vividly remembered that the last time he failed to learn Valyrian, he was hung on the walls of King's Landing by Baelor and left to bake in the sun for three whole days.

After the conversation ended, everyone returned to their rooms to rest.

The next morning, Princess Senera and her children, along with their servants and provisions, boarded the merchant ship they had been on before, and were escorted by Princess Rhaenys on a dragon to the Baratheon family's territory.

At the same time, the sea serpent handed the written challenge to the messenger, who delivered it to Mil in the late afternoon.

"Those ungrateful Targaryens dare to declare war on us, Myr!"

"Send reinforcements to Tyrosy and Lisley as quickly as possible. We must prevent the fall of Mil!"

"How about we ask the Faceless Ones for help? Although it will cost more than half of our assets, we can always earn more money. But if we lose our lives, they're truly gone!"

This slave owner's proposal was approved by the vast majority of people.

Although many years have passed, the fate of Tyroth turning to ashes is still etched in everyone's heart.

In their eyes, dragons are almost invincible; even with many scorpion crossbows, it is impossible to defend against six dragons at the same time!

"Yes, let's do it!"

"If all else fails, poison the food with the Tears of Ries, just like we killed Belron!"

After a heated discussion, the envoys from Rhys split into three groups.

A team heads to the Faceless Men headquarters, requesting permission to kill Prince Baelor of the Targaryen family!

One team was preparing to carry the Tears of Rhys and poison the target at an opportune moment.

A team traveled to various cities in the free trade states, seeking their support and assistance.

Once the Kingdom of the Three Daughters falls, they themselves will be the next to face such a disaster!

……

Ries, Temple of Trade.

Upon seeing Mill's plea for help, the first reaction of this group of wealthy people, governors, and slave owners was not to send weapons to support them, but rather to feel extremely fortunate.

As long as the Targaryen family goes to fight Myr, they will have enough time to transfer their assets to other cities.

"What a pity, Mill is going to become the next Tyrossi."

"What's the big deal? As long as peace is restored in the future, we can still return as merchants and continue doing business."

"That's right. If we transfer our assets now, at most we'll just lose our houses and slaves."

The organizers of the free trade city-states were driven by profit; they didn't care what fate awaited them after the fall of Mil.

But they knew that as long as the Targaryen family ruled this place in the future, there would always be a place for them, the merchants.

Only the governor, who had ruled Rees for over a decade, was always reluctant to relinquish the power he held in his hands.

"I believe supporting Mill is necessary, and so should we!"

Before he could finish speaking, soldiers rushed in and knelt before the crowd in terror.

"Dragons! The Targaryen dragons have arrived!"