Ice and Fire: Reign of the Dragon

"Don't take risks." Otto looked at his grandson and sighed. "Dragonstone not only has Syrax and Corax, but also several wild dragons. When hunting the glutton, four adult dragons targeted a wild dragon together, which caused the other wild dragons to hide in the nest. Aren't you worried about attracting other wild dragons and Princess Rhaenys's Red Queen?"

Aemond was stunned for a moment, and immediately responded: "We still have Dreamfire and Sunfire."

"Helena is not a warrior," Queen Alicent whispered. "Aegon is not either."

"Everyone, we are discussing how to set things right and defend the orthodox king. Now is not the time to destroy our prestige." Christon Cole suddenly interrupted everyone's thinking. "What's more, that bitch may not survive the birth." Christon said fiercely. He had a bad relationship with Princess Rhaenyra. The White Knight, who was deeply hurt by the princess, immediately threw himself into the arms of the queen after feeling lost and became the most determined green party.

"Without the army and the support of the major lords, Rhaenyra cannot sit on the Iron Throne." Otto said: "We need to create a fait accompli as soon as possible. The decree of the orthodox king is more useful than the decree of a usurper king."

Tylan nodded. He had just finished flipping through the account book that Earl Linman carried with him: "Then I will raise funds immediately. There are still hundreds of thousands of pure gold dragons in the treasury, and several times more gold dragons. I suggest that this money be divided into four parts, one to Oldtown, one to the Iron Vault, one to buy mercenaries and the Kingdom of the Three Daughters in the East Continent, and one for the operation of King's Landing." Tylan smiled bitterly. He originally wanted to transport one of them to Casterly Rock, but at this time, it was good enough that the Green Party did not let him donate money, and he did not dare to go too far.

"How many troops can the Westland raise?" Aemond asked.

"Eight thousand, all veterans in armor, including at least fifteen hundred knights." Tyran said, "If my brother is given enough time to recruit farmers and hired knights, mercenaries, and summon vassals, there can be more."

"Can the Westerland have 20,000 troops in a short period of time?" Aemond asked.

"Give us a month, about 25,000." Tyran knew his family well. "In three months, we can recruit about 35,000 to 40,000 troops."

"Then you send 8,000 troops first. I want elite troops." Aemond walked quickly to the wall, assuming that there was a map of Westeros hanging on the wall. "Grandpa, when can the Hightower army set off?"

"One month, according to the speed of the ravens, it will take at least one month for Mond to gather about 20,000 troops and food." Otto also came over. "This is thanks to the Seven Gods for giving us a long summer."

"Let Earl Mond send a part of the army to set off first, forcing the southern lords who have not expressed their opinions to join." Aemond stared at the wall. "If the entire Riverlands are used by us."

"Eight to one hundred thousand people." Otto replied, "This is still the case without full recruitment."

"Sir Tyran, the army of the Westerlands needs to enter the Riverlands as quickly as possible." Aemond looked at Tyran. "Help Duke Tully suppress the lords of the Riverlands who dare to resist. It is best to block the Neck and prevent the northern barbarians from going south. Then attack Harrenhal immediately." Aemond's one eye looked at the Earl of Harrenhal, Larris Strong, in the crowd.

The Minister of Intelligence spread his hands. "The Strong family has never recognized me as their lord, so you can do whatever you want."

"The army of the Southerlands must make a move to threaten Horn Hill and pin down the army of the Borderlands." Aemond continued, "Daeron's dragon can fight now."

"He will die!" Queen Alicent was a little horrified. "You can't let your brother fall into danger! If the Vareses family supports Rhaenyra, Daeron will have to face two dragons that are much larger than his dragons and a dragon that is almost as big as his dragon."

"That's his responsibility." Aemond interrupted his mother. "If Aegon wants to wear the crown firmly, he must ride a dragon to fight. If necessary, Helena will also fight dragons."

"Where is Aegon?" At this time, Aemond noticed that the protagonist of the topic was not there.

"I have sent someone to look for him." Christon Cole realized that the protagonist of their power was not there. "Isn't he in the Red Keep?"

Aemond sighed. He took the captain of the Iron Guard and walked out of the bedroom quickly. "How can you expect to find him in Helena's bed? You should go to the flea trough!"

The flea trough at dawn was still in a mess, and there was an amazing stench everywhere, and the smell of joy and death was everywhere. The two horses looked out of place here, but no matter whether it was the buck-toothed man, the muscular washerwoman, or the man with sharp teeth, they all hid when they saw the two horses and the people on them.

Prince Aemond took a deep breath, jumped off the horse, and kicked open the tattered wooden door of the rat fighting pit.

What came into view was a chaotic scene, with drunken guests laughing and throwing copper coins or indistinct food into the pit. Two naked little boys were trying to bite each other, and their master left a series of whip marks on the boys' rough backs with a whip.

If you look closely, you can see that the boys' teeth were deliberately sharpened. So that the rat pit was full of rotten meat that had been bitten off.

An equally immature little boy knelt beside Great Aegon and poured him new beer. Great Aegon, who was already drunk and blurry, took off all his clothes and held up his glass and laughed foolishly.

Emond glared at the boss coldly with his only eye. The fat and strong old guy hurriedly separated the two boys with a whip, signaled them to get out, and then drove away the guests in the rat pit one by one. He also slipped out flatteringly. Only then did Emond carefully jump over the mud pit that contained something unknown, pulled away the little boy, and threw a handful of coins to him. Then he grabbed Aegon the Great's little brother.

Aegon became energetic instantly. "Brother, what's wrong with you?"

"What the hell are you doing here?" Aemond saw that Aegon was awake and slapped him hard in the mouth. "We have done our best for you, and you are here to give people a handle?"

"What happened?" Big Aegon hurriedly put on his trousers and put on his white silk coat, even though it was already stained with unknown stains.

Aemond sighed bitterly. He whispered into his brother's ear: "My father has passed away, and my mother and other ministers are planning to help you restore your status as the legitimate king."

Aegon's eyes widened instantly. "My father has passed away? Why are there no bells? What are you doing? Please, I am the heir. I am fine now." Big Aegon curled his lips: "Do you want to sit on that iron chair? You can’t do this or that? Besides, how can a younger brother steal his sister’s rights?”

Aemond took a deep breath.

Kriston Cole coldly replied for Aemond: "As long as there is a silver-haired, pure-blooded Targaryen prince alive, that bastard Strong, the slut princess, will not be able to sit on the throne. The sister you call Will do anything for her bastard." The white knight captain's voice was full of threats. "You will die, Aemond will die, Daeron will die, Helena will die, and your child will die!"

"How is this possible?" Great Aegon's voice was trembling. "Although we have some conflicts with my sister, she...she is not that kind of person."

"Power changes everything. Think about it, you and your son stand with those Strong bastards. What do you think the people will think?" Sir Christon continued: "The people will confirm their suspicion of the bastard blood. , all the families in the country who are loyal to the sacred law will secretly support the true orthodox king, and that slut will definitely make sacrifices for her rule, and the sacrifices will be you, your brothers, and your sons. "

"This..." Big Aegon was a little panicked.

"Don't forget my eyes."

Aemond stopped talking nonsense and signaled with a glance that Christon should take Great Aegon with him and they should return to the Red Keep immediately. Criston picked up Big Aegon on his shoulders and threw him onto his horse despite Big Aegon's protests. "Your Majesty the King, this is for the purity of the true dragon, and for the sake of the entire country."

Blackwater Bay at dawn.

A small boat slowly sailed towards the Crab Island in the distance. A middle-aged man with silver hair and a silver beard paddled the oar vigorously. He was a secret agent of the Varese family and belonged directly to Tigaro Dagarion. Unfortunately, Before his raven could be released, the men in golden robes sealed off the tavern.

"Laris betrayed us." The middle-aged man said in his heart: "But he also gave us information."

Must hurry. The middle-aged man rows faster.

March 4th passed slowly like this, nothing happened, not a single silent sister or monk was put into the Red Keep, the king's body just rotted and stinked on the couch, no bells rang, and no ravens flew. On Dragonstone, there were only countless ravens flying to various lordships that might support Aegon.

Aegon the Great finally accepted the crown, although no one knows why he finally made up his mind. Maybe it was when he saw his carefree children?

On March 6, two ravens finally took off from Crab Island, one flew to Dragon's Nest City, and the other flew to Dragonstone Island.

Early morning of the same day.

"Am I a king?" Big Aegon walked around his room irritably. He had already changed into red and black clothes and combed his hair. To be honest, as long as he was not drunk, he was indeed He is a handsome young man. "If I were a king, put a crown on my head quickly, mother, and don't tell me that you regretted it again."

Queen Alison, no, she is the Queen Mother now. She also put on black mourning clothes and a gorgeous green dress.

The Queen Mother looked out the window silently.

In the city of Junlin, death knells are tolling all over the city. Hundreds of black ravens soared into the sky at the same time.

Black wings, black message.

"It's time, Your Majesty the King." Allison stood up and lifted up her skirt. "The people and ministers are already waiting for your arrival at the Dragon's Cave."

"I want the crown of the conqueror." Great Aegon was still hesitant until now, but the desire in his eyes was not false.

The temporary Hand of the King, Sir Christon, bowed slightly, and Otto had already set off to the east to recruit mercenaries and unite the Three Daughters Kingdom.

"As you wish, Your Majesty."

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