Ice and Fire: Reign of the Dragon

Ringol calmly walked down the stairs of the Silver Blood Tower and calmly turned back to the hall where he usually handles government affairs. After Igor was born safely, he moved back to this small, but very bright room after lighting the candlestick. In the small hall.

"Did I forget something?"

As soon as he sat down, Ringor frowned. But he really couldn't remember what he had forgotten.

"No, since I have the impression, it means this matter must be very important." Ringol realized something was wrong and hurriedly looked through the letters sent by his brothers.

Jakaris's letter did not. ,

Dan's letter. Found.

Dan is indeed better suited to deal with politics than Jakaris, and his letter is more than a little more detailed than Jakaris, including not only the intelligence of the Grand Council of Harrenhal, but also some analysis.

In the corner, Ringol found something he had forgotten.

"Seven Hells, let Prince Aegon go to Braavos?" Ringor couldn't help but shuddered, "Viserys can actually agree? No, no."

Ringol, who had not panicked for such a big thing as conquering a disputed land, was a little panicked this time. He walked around in the small hall with his hands behind his back and immediately decided that he must tell his father about this matter immediately.

"Yes, father must have a way."

Ringol panicked and ran back to the top of the Silver-Blooded Tower along the same path.

This actually made Sage, the faceless man who secretly protected him, and the servants coming and going look at his heir with some surprise.

He had never been so out of sorts.

Even Rey, who was about to return to the Twin Towers, looked at his nephew a little strangely. He had never seen his nephew be so out of sorts - except for the wedding of King Aegon and Samantha.

It wasn't until he was approaching the top of the tower that Ringol calmed down, took a deep breath, and walked up slowly. Seeing the children resting, Ringol tried his best to lower his voice. Went to my parents' side.

"What's wrong?" Diana said gently, "Did you forget something?"

"Mother, I forgot something important." Ringol sighed and said, "Father, it's my problem. I forgot such an important thing."

Long Zell moved indifferently on the recliner: "Tell me, you forgot something."

"His Majesty the King has decided to appoint Prince Aegon as an envoy to Braavos."

Diana's hands trembled instantly. She had been married to Long Zell for so many years and had been the matron of a Dragon King family for so many years. Naturally, she knew the importance of bloodline.

And Prince Aegon.

However, Long Zell was not that gloomy. He opened his eyes calmly.

"Aegon." Longzell was also quite impressed by Prince Aegon. Benjikou once wrote a letter to him. In the letter, his admirer could curse Prince Aegon.

After all, in Benjiko's eyes, Prince Aegon abducted his little cabbage. Although Melissa Blackwood loved Prince Aegon deeply, she was willing to disobey Benjiko many times for the sake of this man whose mistress could queue from the dragon's lair to the Red Keep.

"Ringol, what do you think?"

"Prince Aegon must be prevented from riding Syrax to Braavos. If His Majesty the King must have a member of the royal family as a messenger, Prince Viserys is more suitable than Prince Aegon." Ringol said anxiously.

He didn't have the Targaryens' best interests at heart.

Prince Aegon and Syrax are both examples of good parenting, and no one can guarantee that they will not leave anything behind in Braavos.

Ringol doesn't want another dragon-taming family to emerge.

"Have you ever gotten to know Prince Aegon?"

Long Zell smiled, looked at his son and asked.

Ringol suddenly discovered that he really didn't know much about Prince Aegon. Ringor had heard about his debauchery from other places.

What he knew was a patchwork of Prince Aegon.

"That's enough, let's get to know him better." Long Zell smiled. "He will let you down, but on this issue, he will not let us down."

Lin Ge looked at his father strangely. He didn't quite understand what Long Zell meant.

"It's very simple. For some issues, you can't just look at Prince Aegon's side." Longzell sighed: "He is the son of Viserys. The boy Viserys has had his own opinions since he was a child. He can tolerate it and even help cover it up." Prince Aegon’s behavior shows that Prince Aegon is not as simple as it seems to the outside world. Therefore, Ringor, I suggest you go to Hegen and get information about Prince Aegon’s mistresses.”

Ringol understood what his father meant: "I understand, father."

"Remember?" Viserys looked at the eldest son on the dragon's back who was about to set off, and couldn't help but touch his forehead. Although he knew better than others that Prince Aegon, although he was lecherous, he also had certain principles.

For example, he never engages in coercion. When it comes to aristocratic women, he prefers to use his charm, power, or dragons to conquer them, and when it comes to civilian women.

As we all know, most of the time, civilians don’t count as human beings.

Except when it comes to paying taxes.

But Prince Aegon would pay, which gave him a good reputation among the brothels of Oldtown and the resurgent Flea Bottom of King's Landing.

But Viserys was still worried.

After all, although the people of Braavos are very peaceful, everyone knows that Braavos' desire for dragons is no less than that of any city-state in the Eastern Continent.

Otherwise, the Neptune back then would not have accepted the three dragon eggs readily.

The Vareses family alone has already made the Targaryen rule no longer exclusive. If there is another dragon king family supported by the richest free trade city-state in the world.

Viserys dare not imagine what will happen.

"Don't worry, father." Prince Aegon could only promise for the umpteenth time: "I promise you that when I arrive in Braavos, I will not touch even a woman." He thought for a moment: "Neither will a man. As for Syrax."

Prince Aegon patted the topaz-colored golden beast under him lovingly: "It is more reassuring than me. No dragon egg will be lost in the East Continent. You can rest assured that I know what I am doing."

Viserys still looked at his son on the dragon's back.

Prince Aegon sighed, knowing that his absurdity made it impossible for his father to completely trust him: "Seven Gods, I swear in the name of the old and new gods. Father, is this okay?"

"Remember your promise." Viserys sighed: "If you dare to leave seeds in Braavos, you can burn Braavos yourself."

Prince Aegon chuckled: "No problem, father."

"You guy." Viserys didn't know what to say to his son.

But what Viserys didn't notice was. Outside the courtyard, his niece, Diana, the daughter of the late King Aegon, looked at Aegon who was taking off with admiration. Even if the sisters around her looked at her with a fool's eyes, she still didn't change her eyes that moved with Syrax.

This chapter is shorter, I will edit the current genealogy of the Varese family.

[Longzel Vareses]

Ringol Vareses: Daenerys Vareses, Igor Vareses

Samantha Vareses

Serena Vareses

Jaicaris Vareses: Osiris Vareses

Jenny Vareses

Dan Vareses: Damion Vareses

Regon Vareses

[Valar Vareses (deceased)]

Daniela Vareses

Valenna Vareses

[Rey Vareses]

Orion Vareses: Sebastian Vareses