Chapter 167 Angry Rhaenyra
"It's Syrax's voice. Rhaenyra is here."
Rhaegar stood up first and went out to greet him.
When the crown prince left the banquet, the nobles did not dare to delay and followed him out.
The castle door opened and he saw Syracuse landing in the front yard.
Orange-yellow scales, a horn crown that curves backwards, and a dragon head raised high.
Rhaenyra was wearing a black dragon-riding uniform, her long hair was tied into braids and tied behind her head, and her chin was raised high.
The arrogant temperament of one dragon and one master is exactly the same.
It was dusk now, and Rhaenyra looked a little dusty as she climbed down the ladder quickly.
Behind her, Zhan Sifu, with messy hair, tightened her cheeks and followed with frivolous steps.
Obviously, her condition is not much better than Jenny.
"Rhaenayla, have you had a safe trip?"
Rhaegar strides forward to meet him.
"Don't worry, except for being left behind by you, everything is as usual."
Rhaenyra smoothed her hair and calmly faced Leia and other nobles.
She had seen all of these people, and they had all sworn allegiance to her before, but they were much more familiar with them than Rhaegar.
Back at the castle, Zhan Sifu asked about Jenny's situation and looked for her close friend with the help of the maid.
Rhaenyra leaned close to Rhaegar's ear and chuckled: "You fly so fast, I'm afraid Jenny will fall apart."
"It's really not my fault. It's because she was afraid and wanted long-term pain rather than short-term pain."
Rhaegar looked innocent.
Jenny's identity is there, how could he neglect her.
Rhaenyra smiled and said nothing, looked him up and down, and sniffed the hem of his clothes.
There is the mint smell of Jenny and the aroma of sake, besides...
Rhaenyra looked around the hall and noticed the noble ladies leaving the table and walking to the center of the hall.
"Rhaegar, you are so welcome."
Rhaenyra adjusted his collar for him, unable to hide the smile in her eyes.
Her brother was good-looking and noble, and he made many noble ladies jealous.
Faced with such small problems, she has always shared weal and woe.
When she was a girl, she was also the focus of competition among men across the country.
From old men in their sixties to seventies, to boys aged eleven or twelve, everyone wanted to marry her.
The Lannister brothers Jason and Tyran almost got into a fight because of her.
She had always wanted to see that idiot Jason get beaten up, but it was a pity.
The attendants brought a chair, and Rhaenyra sat down next to Rhaegar as she was accustomed to.
The arrival of the princess pushed the atmosphere of the banquet to a climax.
The nobles exchanged cups and cups, bragging about their great achievements.
The easiest one was Rhaegar.
Rhaenyra sat aside, and the noble ladies did not dare to come forward.
Occasionally, one or two brave ones were impressed by Rhaenyra's powerful aura and sadly withdrew.
Especially the timid Jonal, who didn't even dare to look at each other and stood silently next to Old Green as a waiter.
"Rhaenyra, you are still as domineering as ever."
Rhaegar looked amused and chatted quietly.
"Did I say anything or do anything?"
Rhaenyra held the table knife with one hand and Rhaegar's thigh with the other, smiling sweetly.
"No problem."
Rhaegar held the slender hand on his thigh, honestly.
…
Two days later.
In Rune Stone City, a wedding is held.
During this period, nobles came every day, and their carriages and horses were parked all over the castle's horse gallery, so they could only stay nearby.
The wedding venue was not indoors, but in the back garden of Runestone City.
The Royce family has a long history and believes in the old gods.
In the back garden there is a strong and ancient weirwood tree.
Under the lush branches of the weirwood trees, Rhea and Gerald, dressed in formal attire, declared their love for each other.
The oath ended, and Janey, as a witness, gave Rhea a flower crown.
The nobles applauded and sent blessings.
Leia smiled and held Jero's hand. The two invited everyone present to return to the castle for a banquet.
Another grand event has begun.
Rhaegar was pulled to take two sips of red wine, got rid of the toasts of the nobles, and slipped up to the second floor to take refuge.
The second floor is a gathering place for some aristocratic ladies, laughing and playing non-stop.
Balcony, wide floor-to-ceiling windows.
Rhaenyra, wearing a red dress, sat on a rocking chair, crossing one leg elegantly.
"Rhaenyra, why aren't you with Jeyne and the others?"
Looking at her figure, Rhaegar was surprised and walked to her side.
Rhaenyra shook a glass of red wine gently, turned her face, and ignored him.
"Why don't you speak?"
Rhaegar held the back of the rocking chair and lowered his head to the side of her face.
"Get away!"
Rhaenyra scolded, reaching out and pushing his face.
"Who made you angry?"
Rhaegar held her shoulders and asked with concern.
Obviously everything was fine last night, so someone must have provoked Rhaenyra.
Rhaenyra said nothing, looking out the window expressionlessly.
Rhaegar followed her gaze.
In addition to the unique valleys and green grass of the valley, you can also see the weirwood tree.
At this time, a group of children were playing under the weirwood trees.
Rega frowned slightly, not noticing anything was wrong.
After thinking for a while, Rhaegar stretched out his hands and slowly hugged Rhaenyra's waist.
The corner of his lips came to her ear, and his words were accompanied by the hot breath: "Did I make you unhappy?"
Rhaenyra usually regarded herself as the eldest sister and took care of his daily life.
There was rarely a time when I was angry with him.
Perhaps because the heat in her ears was uncomfortable, Rhaenyra bumped her head against him and said angrily: "What do you think my skirt looks like?"
Rega was slightly startled and glanced at the strapless red dress seriously.
"looks nice."
Rega said innocently.
"Does it look like the Reese red carpet you sent Jenny to?"
Rhaenyra turned her head, and the two were facing each other, less than a fist apart, staring at each other.
Rega was stunned when he heard this, and a black line appeared on his forehead.
"Did you read the news from the Eyrie City that sent a raven?"
Last night, Ilic led the convoy through the Blood Gate and arrived at the Eagle's Nest City.
Due to the difficult terrain, most of the centaurs were stationed at the Gate of the Moon at the foot of Giant's Spear Mountain.
He only took a dozen people with him to visit the Eagle's Nest City, carrying gifts.
There are many rare treasures among them, including Rhaenyra’s Red Carpet of Lys.
Rhaenyra frowned, and said word by word: "That red carpet is my 11th name day gift to you!"
"Well……"
Rhaegar's spine went cold and he took a step back silently.
"Get back!"
Rhaenyra didn't give him a chance, stretched out her hand, grabbed the collar, and pulled him over.
With too much force, the two of them bumped their foreheads together, one high and the other low, looking at each other.
"The gifts I gave were all selected from private treasury. I didn't know about the red carpet."
Rhaegar's mind was racing with thoughts, thinking of excuses.
That red carpet was sent to her on purpose.
He didn't like the color red, whether it was Rhaenyra's red dress or the red carpet in Lys.
That red carpet is worth a lot of money, and it will just gather dust in the library.
He secretly added to the gift list, not expecting Rhaenyra to notice it.
"You prepared the gift with your own hands. Do you think I will believe it?"
Rhaenyra didn't believe his lies, her eyes were scary and sharp.
That red carpet is very expensive.
She made a special trip to Reese and spent a lot of effort to buy it back.
"Allison!"
Rega quickly offered up Her Majesty the Queen to ward off the disaster, and said seriously: "She has seen the gift list, she must have added it by mistake."
