Chapter 122 Lan Naer and Damon
Hearing Rhaenyra's envy, Rhaegar glanced at her and said with a smile: "You collect shipping taxes on Dragonstone, and you make a lot of profits, right?"
"Not as much as you make."
Rhaenyra moved a chair and sat aside.
Rega shook his head: "Mushroom Ji makes a lot of money and spends a lot of money."
"Every year, I will give Old Tully 30% of the profits as dividends, and 30% to maintain the lives of the free people. I will also leave you 10% to fill the princess's private treasury."
"Not even half of the gold coins that ended up in my hands were left."
"Why, I feel bad."
Rhaenyra smiled as she thought of the private treasury Rhaegar had built for herself.
That's a lot of resources.
Not only golden dragons, but also various leather goods, jewelry, rare treasures...
Most of Rhaenyra's expenses in King's Landing came from her private treasury.
"This is compensation for you. It's nothing more than some gold and silver. It's nothing."
Rhaegar cared about sentimental value, not bits of gold and silver.
If you really need money, you can draw from the treasury.
It's just that he didn't want to ask his father for money.
Wealth freedom and support for free people need to be solved by themselves.
After a moment of silence, Rhaenyra changed her tone and asked, "I have two pieces of news, one good and one bad. Which one do you want to hear first?"
Rega's drawing hand paused for a moment and asked curiously: "Where did the news come from?"
"Lys!" Rhaenyra answered.
"I understand, let's tell you the good news first."
The news came from Lys, and Rhaegar had a headache, guessing what it was about.
Rhaenyra muttered: "Lanael gave birth to twin daughters, and the Targaryen bloodline multiplied again."
"She really has a deep love for Damon."
Rhaegar sneered and said, "Back then, she risked treason to save our good uncle, and in the blink of an eye, a child was born."
On a rainy night seven years ago, he guessed that Damon would not obey the law honestly, so he drove the glutton to guard Blackwater Bay in advance.
As expected, Daemon fled on Coraxio and was caught by him.
After he left, Lannar drove Vhagar to rescue Daemon who fell into the sea.
In order to avoid being held accountable by the king, the two hid in the Free Trade City and held a wedding.
"Rhaegar, I know you, you have stopped caring about them a long time ago."
Rhaenyra put her hand on Rhaegar's shoulder and whispered comforting words.
After that night, Damon and Lannal were wanted by the kingdom and fled the country.
But Rhaenyra knew that both her father and her brother had a tacit agreement not to mention the two of them again, only to treat the sinner as having fallen into the sea.
"Tell me the bad news."
Rhaegar was a little upset.
Rhaenyra nodded: "Lanael wrote to me. She misses her homeland and wants her newborn to grow up in her hometown. She begs me to intercede with you and her father."
"You agreed?"
Rhaegar raised his head in surprise, not expecting Lanner to dare to make such a request.
Rhaenyla said helplessly: "If I agreed, why would I say it was bad news?"
Rhaegar snorted and rubbed his eyebrows.
Putting aside her personal prowess, Lannar controls Vhagar, the largest dragon in the world today, and is truly the strongest dragon controller.
Her family has recovered its strength in recent years and its strength has returned to its peak.
Not to mention the huge fleet under the Sea Serpent.
In terms of the number of dragons alone, there are four dragons in total that have participated in the war: Vhagar, Melias, Corakxiu, and Haiyan.
On the other hand, there are currently only three dragon masters in the royal family.
Rhaegar who controls the glutton, Rhaenyra who possesses Syrax, and Aegon who recently tamed the Sunfire.
Among the three, except for Rhaegar who had experience in dragon fighting, Rhaenyra and Aegon were unable to form a fighting force.
Syrax and Yangyan were still young dragons, and in actual combat they were even inferior to their opponent's youngest, Haiyan.
"Sea snakes are not easy-going people. What are you going to do?"
Rhaenyra inquired softly.
Rhaegar's thoughts were flowing, and considering Velaryon's deep heritage, he pondered: "Lannal can come back, and the two children with the Targaryen surname must be raised by the royal family."
He had thought carefully about it, Daemon was a traitor, but his children were pure Targaryen blood.
Raise two children who can control dragons, thereby tethering Lanner, who is a mother.
No matter how you look at it, it's a sure-fire deal.
"What about Daemon? He won't leave his wife and daughter?" Rhaenyra asked.
Rhaegar raised his head and murmured: "Daemon is a traitor. The day he returns to Westeros will be the day I drive the glutton to tear him apart."
For the sake of their blood connection, Rhaegar could tolerate him living in this world.
But not in front of him.
"Okay, I will reply to Lanner truthfully."
Thinking of the pleas in the good sisters' letters, Rhaenyra could only lament that things have changed.
Rhaegar squeezed her hand and said seriously: "Rhaenyra, do you know? You have really bad taste."
"Why do you say that?"
Rhaenyra frowned at the questioning look.
Rhaegar said with a smile: "Look at these close friends you have made. Allison has become our stepmother, and Lanner has married Daemon."
"It's no wonder that grandfather only has two children, father and Damon, otherwise you would still have a few good girlfriends who are aunts."
"Rhaega, you have gone too far!!"
Rhaenyra's heart exploded when she heard this.
…
Three days later.
Dragon's lair.
"Stay away, be careful the dragon will crush you!"
"I kept my distance, brother."
"Then stay further away, Yang Yan doesn't care whether you are my brother or not..."
Rhaegar made a routine inspection of the dragon's lair, and as soon as he entered the door, he heard a familiar voice.
As he looked, he saw a golden dragon lying in the center of the dragon's lair, surrounded by dragon hunters and dragon guards.
Not far from the golden dragon, two figures, one large and one small, stood.
"elder brother……"
Just as Rhaegar was about to approach, a soft call came from the corner, full of joy.
He turned his head and saw a little girl with silver hair and purple eyes sitting on a corner near the bonfire.
The girl is about ten years old, has long pink hair and is wearing a white gauze skirt.
"Helena, why are you here?"
Rhaegar walked towards his sister and waved.
Helena looked pale. There were some bottles and cans in front of her, and she was holding a twisting reptile in her hand.
Seeing Rhaegar walking towards her, Helena quickly stuffed the reptile into a glass bottle and stood in front of the bottles.
My brother doesn't like her playing with these little guys.
Walking closer, Rega glanced behind Helena and said helplessly: "I've seen it a long time ago, what's the use of hiding it?"
Helena lowered her head, like a child who made a mistake, and said, "I was just watching, not playing."
"I'm not against you playing with bugs, but you should have more contact with people."
Looking at his sister who was just waist high, Rhaegar rubbed her little head and persuaded her softly.
He still likes this well-behaved and sensible sister.
But for some reason, Helena became more and more withdrawn as she grew older.
Lock yourself in your room all day long, playing with snakes and insects that no normal girl would like.
This is not a good sign.
What should the Dance of Blood Dragons look like?
