Chapter 20 King of the Stone Step Islands

Rhaegar looked into the field in the distance and saw the face of the dragon master.

The standard silver-gold hair of the Targaryen family and violet-like pupils.

Looking carefully, he has a stern face, a high nose, and an unruly look in his eyebrows, which is the same as the sitting dragon's temperament.

Rhaegar had long heard the rumors among the crowd and knew who it was.

His uncle, Daemon Targaryen.

A knight-errant prince who dared to ride a dragon and travel across the continent when he was just a teenager, leading his followers to attack bandits.

I heard that his experience was widely circulated, and some people even wrote a book and biography about him.

"Look! It's a giant dragon, a living dragon. It's so big!"

The childish nature made Rhaegar not care who Uncle Wang was, all he could see was the terrifying giant beast with scarlet scales.

Holding Ilic's big hand, Rhaegar was extremely excited: "I will also control an equally powerful dragon in the future."

"No! It needs to be more powerful and majestic. This dragon is too thin!"

At a young age, he expressed his feelings without reservation.

Ilic couldn't care less about looking at the dragon. He clenched the hilt of his sword and looked around cautiously, lest someone rush into the prince in panic.

…

In the duel arena, the Dornish youth was forced into a corner by Corakxiu, and he clung to the wall in fear, sweating profusely.

The fear of dragons fills the heart, just as the Dornish youth's psychological defenses are about to collapse.

A calm voice came, like the sound of nature in his heart.

"Colaccio, be honest."

"Hiss!"

Corakxiu roared, seeming to respond to his master.

Then he slowly raised his head, no longer paying attention to the Dornish young man who had no retreat, and he lay obediently on the ground.

When the danger disappeared, the Dornish young man's legs weakened and he knelt on the ground with a bang, cold sweat dripping down his cheeks.

Damon jumped off the dragon's back and strode towards the viewing platform, looking at the people behind him as if they were nothing.

Without daring to stop his steps, Daemon walked step by step to Viserys's seat.

"Stop, no one can offend the king's majesty."

Captain Harold of the Kingsguard drew his sword from its scabbard and pointed the tip of the sword at Daemon's chest.

Damon glanced at him and ignored him, his expression cold.

Viserys remained motionless, eyes as deep as the sea, looking at his former brother.

Damon was also watching him, neither of them spoke, and the scene became serious for a moment.

The nearby princes and ministers looked nervous, wondering how the two brothers would meet.

After a moment of silence, Damon consciously took a step back to dispel Hadro's vigilance.

Then, he took out a double-edged ax from his waist, threw it in front of Viserys, raised his head and said, "Add it to the Iron Throne!"

Viserys was unmoved, looked at Daemon's head, and said in a deep voice, "You wear the crown, do you also call yourself the king?"

"As soon as the Three Women's Kingdom was conquered, people called me the King of the Narrow Sea."

Damon recounted his achievements, paused and said, "But I know, Your Majesty! There is only one king in the world."

With that said, Damon knelt down on one knee, took off the vine crown on his head, and lowered his noble head: "My crown and the Stone Step Islands belong to you."

These words and deeds greatly exceeded the expectations of everyone present.

Who would have expected that Prince Damon, who had always been aloof and arrogant, would take the initiative to surrender and give his brother the respect and dignity he deserved as a king.

Looking down at his sensible brother, Viserys was not impatient and asked, "Where is Lord Corlys?"

"He set sail back to his hometown on Chaotou Island."

Damon answered truthfully.

Viserys continued, "Who now guards the Stepstones?"

"The tide, the crabs, and the two thousand pirates of the Three Women Kingdom who were nailed to the beach for their lives as a warning to others!"

Damon responded to his brother's inquiry with a low voice.

He knew that this answer was important to his brother.

After receiving an unsatisfactory answer, Viserys pondered for a moment, then nodded as if looking away.

Viserys stood up and stepped forward, first taking the vine crown from Daemon Harvest.

After looking at it casually, he handed it to Captain Harold.

It was obvious that he looked down upon this crown that symbolized the King of the Narrow Sea.

Noticing the expressions of the princes and ministers around him, Viserys' eyes flickered and he said calmly: "Get up!"

Damon looked at his brother expectantly, and upon hearing the signal of forgiveness, he slowly stood up tall.

Viserys's indifferent expression melted away like ice, and he smiled: "Welcome home, brother!"

Without hesitation, Daemon and Viserys embraced each other.

In full view of the public, the bloodline of Prince Beilron of Spring Dawn was reunited again.

Those who are interested understand that this is some kind of warning issued by the king.

He welcomes the return of his younger brother Damon, but that doesn't mean some people can make a big fuss out of it.

Dimon knows this too.

Therefore, his attitude was very respectful from beginning to end, and he no longer followed his usual free will.

Rhaenyra stood in front of everyone and watched this complex power game at close range, with unconcealable joy in her eyes.

Her clear and stupid purple pupils still couldn't tell what was real and what was fake.

Just a heartfelt joy to have uncle come home.

"Sister~"

At some point Rhaegar squeezed out of the crowd, came to Rhaenyra, and took her little hand.

Hearing his call, Rhaenyra discovered Rhaegar's existence and said with a smile: "Uncle Daemon is back. He has been very good to me since I was a child."

"Yes, he looks handsome."

Facing his sister's joy, Rhaegar forced out a smile and complimented Damon's handsome face.

Because he really didn't know which kind of excellent quality should match up with this uncle who had never been masked before.

Although he rarely heard information from the outside, he also knew that the name "Crown Prince for a Day" came from this uncle's mouth.

He was hoping that Rhaegar would die young so that he could inherit the Iron Throne from Viserys.

Let me ask, how could Rhaegar like him?

…

With the appearance of Damon riding the dragon, the two brothers reconciled.

The day's martial arts tournament came to a hasty conclusion, and the officials were organized to move to the banquet area to greet Damon.

As for a young Dornish boy whose pants were soaked, he was "softly" invited by Prime Minister Leonor to stay at a high-end hotel in the city.

Not only did they pay the accommodation fee, but they also sent someone to take care of him, for fear that he would not be used to living there.

The scene was quite grand, and many trustworthy people inquired about it.

The answers were very consistent.

The king admired this Dornish warrior who had come all the way, and today he first received the victorious king's brother Daemon.

The martial arts tournament will start tomorrow, and he is invited to continue participating in the duel.

Don’t refuse!

…

A feast was always prepared, and Viserys walked side by side with Daemon.

Behind him were a group of ministers and invited nobles and lords.

It has to be said that Alisson is an understanding queen.

After receiving the news of Damon's return, he immediately ordered the servants to remove the meals they had eaten and replace them with dishes already stocked in the kitchen.

When Viserys brought people to the banquet area, everything was in order, and there was no sense of imperfection as a temporary arrangement.

Viserys was greatly moved and publicly praised Allison as his good wife who always shared important tasks for him.

Allison held Viserys's arm unfazed, and said gently: "You have been busy with government affairs all day long. You have already worked very hard. You shouldn't worry about trivial matters."

Holding the queen's slender green-white hand, Viserys's eyes were full of joy: "Thanks to you, my life will not be so lonely."

"Okay, I was laughed at by the ministers for being intimate. Let's bring people to the banquet."

Allison's cheeks were flushed, and his shy appearance was delicious.

The Stepstone Islands are a troubled place, implying a struggle for power.