Chapter 115 Black and Green
Viserys' expression froze upon hearing this.
Imprisoning Dimon will certainly relieve anger, but the scandal of the royal family's internal strife will also be exposed to the world.
Rhaenyra was willing to support Rhaegar in order to avoid rumors of internal strife.
Today's peace and tranquility cannot be destroyed because of a Damon.
Rhaegar walked up to his father at this time and pulled the corner of his clothes.
Viserys lowered his head, frowning in confusion.
Rhaegar whispered: "Father, the rights of guests cannot be violated. Confiscate his clan sword and imprison him immediately after the banquet is over."
No matter Daemon's conspiracy with the sea serpent, the moment he entered King's Landing, he couldn't escape.
There's no need to get off your tongue just for the moment.
Viserys stared at his eldest son for a while, then looked back at Leonor with questioning eyes.
Leonor nodded and said: "The prince is right, Damon can't run away."
Taking a deep breath, Viserys sneered: "Okay, let him be comfortable for one more night."
He ordered: "Handle his sword and let him in."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
The Kingsguard accepted the Dark Sister's hand and searched Daemon's body carefully for weapons.
Damon was very cooperative and said with a smile: "Brother, I just want to participate in the eldest nephew's bank exchange celebration this time and send my blessings."
"Thank you, uncle."
Rhaegar's eyes were cold and he signaled the Kingsguard to send the Dark Sisters.
This sword is a Targaryen family sword that has been passed down for many years. It has countless stories and must meet the requirements of the exploration mission.
"Find a corner and sit down, and enjoy the wine before the banquet is over."
Looking at Daemon walking forward, Viserys scolded him with disdain.
Damon opened his arms and said helplessly: "I am your brother."
"You do not deserve."
Viserys didn't want to see him.
Damon couldn't help but looked around, trying to find a seat.
boom--
There was a knock on the table, and Mrs. Leia stood up from her seat angrily and glared at Damon.
"Leya, sit down."
Jenny grabbed her and stopped her impulsive behavior.
Tonight is not the time to judge sinners. We will wait until the banquet is over.
"snort!"
Leia was still obedient, glared at Damon with disgust, turned around and sat down.
Damon said disgustedly: "Isn't this my wife? Why, a husband who cares about you?"
"nausea!"
Rhea cursed.
Damon sneered, not bothering to argue with the bronze woman, and found an empty seat and sat down.
He wasn't supposed to be here.
But he couldn't help but come.
He wanted to meet the eldest nephew who became the crown prince and have a good communication.
As for the consequences?
When he makes a mistake, he no longer cares.
His brother Viserys would not kill him.
He is his brother's only sibling, and parricide will be punished by the gods.
Daemon paused, and Viserys smiled reluctantly, wanting to say something to ease the situation.
"Everyone..."
boom--
Before the words could be spoken, the door opened again.
Under the watchful eye of Viserys, Allison walked into the hall wearing a green skirt.
She held Aegon in one hand and Helena in the other, looking calm and composed.
The people present looked puzzled.
Green is a very common color, but not limited to the Hightower family.
When Oldtown summons its vassals for war, the lighthouse on the towering tower will light up green.
The crowd looked at each other in disbelief, feeling what it means to have a wave of uncertainty come and go again.
Viserys naturally understood what green represented, and his face looked ugly.
Rhaegar looked at Allison and said, "Your Majesty, your dress is beautiful."
Allison walked over slowly and chuckled: "I have been choosing for a long time, but this is the only one that fits the style tonight."
"I'm glad you dressed up for my celebration, but I don't like the color of the dress."
Rhaegar's eyes fell on the dining table of the Hightower family, and he said as if he was declaring sovereignty: "Change it, there is still time for the banquet."
At this time, Alto looked strange. He didn't expect that his daughter, who had always been soft-hearted, would suddenly show up.
Hobert, however, looked happy and waved gently to Aegon next to Allison.
Viserys said in a deep voice: "Allison, I left my handkerchief in the room. You can get it for me when you go back."
He didn't want to see his queen wearing a green dress, it was disrespectful to him.
Allison walked all the way to the main seat, let go of her children's hands, took out a handkerchief from her arms and wiped her husband's mouth affectionately.
With a friendly smile, she said, "I like this skirt and I don't want to change it."
Viserys grabbed her wrist and gritted his teeth: "You must change it!"
"Unless you want me to take off my skirt right now, I have to say no."
Alisson is surprisingly tough and his eyes are firm and powerful.
She knows what her family wants and is fed up with being manipulated by her family.
This kind of manipulation made her unable to sleep or eat well, and she could only survive in the cracks.
She wants to stand on the bright side, live in the sunshine, and fight for the interests of her children.
Viserys snorted coldly and shook off her hand. His original joy was wiped out by repeated accidents.
Allison ignored her husband's displeasure and sat on the queen's seat without even looking at Rhaegar.
Rhaegar looked expressionless and glanced at the quiet banquet.
"Rhaegar, take a rest."
Rhaenyra tried to comfort.
Rega thought for a moment, shook his head, laughed, and said, "Someone is anxious."
He wasn't happy, but he was prepared.
Rhaenyra's time as heir was filled with troubles.
He became crown prince and legal principles prevailed.
This group of monsters and monsters in the gutter couldn't hold it any longer and bared their fangs one after another.
That's good, at least you know who the enemy is.
After the storm has passed, the party must continue.
No matter how reluctant Viserys was, he had to speak out to make the celebration a success.
Continue what you just said and lighten the atmosphere.
As the music plays, the dancing session that everyone loves begins.
Rhaegar sat on the chair, not in the mood to watch the dance below. He had more important things to do.
The Kingsguard sent the Dark Sisters over, but Rhaegar stopped them and asked to observe.
Viserys was right, and he had considered giving the clan sword as a gift to his eldest son.
Daemon does not deserve this sword.
"The interjection exploration mission has begun, and the target is the Valyrian steel sword, the Dark Sister."
The system prompt sounded, and Rega raised the corners of her mouth, feeling much relieved.
【Dark Sisters】
Exploration progress: 0.5%
After checking the progress bar on the system panel, Rhaegar laid the Dark Sisters flat on the table and rested her little hand on the hilt of the sword.
Amidst the sound of music, the weird atmosphere just now disappeared, and everyone was looking for a dance partner.
Invitations were extended to Rhaenyra, but she declined them all because she felt ill.
Among them are brothers Jason and Tyran, as well as Leonor's eldest son Harwin Strong...
By the end, Rhaenyra was so fed up that she left the table early.
Rhaegar glanced at his sister's back and continued to stare at the ball.
In other words, staring at some people.
Damon changed two dance partners and found Lannal, the daughter of the sea serpent, to dance. The two of them were dancing with each other in the middle of the hall.
Allison walked to the Hightowers' dining room table and chatted and laughed with Alto and his uncle.
Everything was normal and everything seemed quiet.
However, there was an undercurrent surging in Rega's eyes.
Chapter 8 today, I hope you like it.
I originally wanted to prepare other Valyrian steel weapons for the protagonist, but as the plot progressed, I suddenly felt that the Dark Sisters were also a good choice.
A great relic will be revealed.
