Chapter 267 Head-on Conflict
Halfway through the funeral, a guest arrived late.
Daemon arrived at Storm's End on a three-masted sailing ship carrying a lot of treasure.
The sad Bolos ignored him and sent his wife, Lady Elena, and two daughters to greet him.
As Daemon walked into the castle vestibule, the funeral wood was burning brightly, lighting up the gloomy sky.
Seeing the visitor, Aegon seemed to be irritated. He twisted his face and shouted: "Damon, you still dare to appear in front of me!"
As he said that, he strode forward, raised his fists and was about to take action.
His move was so sudden that everyone present was stunned.
Look at that menacing posture, as if he is about to make a difference between life and death.
"Aegon!"
Aemond exclaimed, not expecting his brother to be so impulsive.
Aegon couldn't hear it. There was only the hateful figure of Damon in his eyes.
Damon had a playful look in his eyes and stood there waiting for his nephew to approach.
The uncle and nephew faced each other. Aegon punched the air, leaving an open space in front of him.
"madness!"
There was a hint of sarcasm in the corner of Damon's mouth, and he grabbed the other person's arm with one hand, raised his leg and hit his chest with his knee.
There was a muffled bang, and Aegon's face instantly turned pale, and he felt as if his heart stopped beating for an instant.
Damon took advantage of the victory and slapped him on the face. He grabbed his silver hair and threw him heavily on the courtyard floor.
"Damon, stop it!"
Everything happened too fast. In just a blink of an eye, Lanner saw everything clearly and quickly screamed and shouted.
The last time Daemon taught Aegon a lesson, it had aroused the queen's hatred.
If you fight again, the queen will definitely not give up easily.
Following Lanner's shout, only those present realized what had happened.
Rhaenyra stared at this scene in shock, her big eyes full of confusion and confusion.
Aegon...how dare you?
That's Damon!
No matter how much you hate someone, you have to weigh yourself.
Hearing his wife's cry, Damon stopped moving and kicked Aegon with his toes mockingly, with a stern look on his face: "My dear nephew, do you think you are your brother and imitate him and say disrespectful words to me?"
"Damon, you bastard!"
Aegon groaned in pain and rolled on the ground.
He admitted that he was careless again.
Seeing that he still dared to curse, Daemon's face darkened, he knelt down and pulled Aegon's collar, and reached out to pinch his chin.
This bastard has been causing trouble in various ways since he took office as the Governor of the Narrow Sea.
I have really tolerated him for a long time.
"Damon, think about what you are doing and don't stop."
Lanner ran up to her, holding her belly in her hands, and pushed her angry husband away in a panic.
If you let him do whatever you want, who knows what will happen.
Damon took two steps back, glanced at Aegon with disdain, and sneered: "He was the one who did it first. I have compulsory education for my disobedient nephew."
At this time, those present could no longer watch.
Bolos was the first to step forward, his sad expression faded, and he said angrily: "Damon, this is my father's funeral, you should respect it."
Hearing this, Daemon ignored the wailing Aegon and walked calmly towards the cremation pyre.
When passing by a servant, he took the bouquet from his hand, threw it into the burning fire, clasped his hands and said a silent eulogy.
At least in terms of etiquette, he did a good job.
Boros glared angrily, turned his finger on Rhaegar, and said in a deep voice: "Prince, this is your Targaryen etiquette, disrupting the funeral of a meritorious minister!?"
"Lord Boros, it was Aegon and Daemon who took action, and it was definitely not our intention."
Rhaenyra didn't want Rhaegar to take the blame, so she encouraged herself to explain calmly.
Rhaegar's face was calm, and he glanced at Rhaenyra who had made her own decision without leaving any trace.
He should do the answering.
Nor would he answer as Rhaenyra did.
Bolos did not deserve this response.
As expected, Boros didn't care about anything else, he recognized the Targaryen surname, and said angrily: "Isn't Daemon the king's brother, isn't Aegon the king's second son, they don't respect the surname Baratheon at all!"
Rhaenyra's face darkened, and she opened her mouth to refute.
"That's enough, Rhaenyra."
Rhaegar held her waist and moved behind him.
He didn't want to hear what was right or wrong, as that would only escalate this farce into an uproar.
Rhaegar looked at Damon coldly and said, "Don't you want to say something, uncle?"
Take action as soon as it comes up. Even if Aegon is ignorant, as an elder, he should calm down the farce instead of acting arbitrarily.
Putting the Targaryen reputation into disrepute.
After delivering the bouquet, Damon didn't bother to look at anyone else, and said calmly: "The disobedient nephew must be educated."
"Aegon is indeed stupid, but he is not the only one who is disobedient."
Rhaegar spoke calmly, feeling wary of this uncle in his heart.
Damon returned to the family as he wished, and lived peacefully for more than a year.
The recent sudden impact is probably due to some unknown action.
"Prince, my father's body is still being cremated, you have to give me an explanation!"
During the conversation, Bolos was unreasonable and his face turned red with anger.
Rhaegar lowered his eyes, looked at the Duke of Storm's End calmly, and said calmly: "Lord Boros, what do you want to explain?"
As he spoke, he slowly approached the other person, looking down at him with his tall height.
This idiot has been neglecting me several times. I really thought he couldn't tell.
Boros' expression paused, and suddenly he remembered the roar of the dragons just now, and his breathing became faster.
Rhaegar walked up to him, his purple pupils like sharp knives, piercing Bolos's fearful mind, and said, "Duke Bomond was a tolerant man during his lifetime. I believe he would hope that you would be so broad-minded."
As they were talking here, no one dared to interrupt, and they watched with apprehension.
Everyone knows that Lord Boros once had friction with Prince Rhaegar.
But I didn't expect that the two sides would turn into a confrontation.
Damon watched with interest, not feeling guilty at all, and only had contempt for Boros in his heart.
He is a Targaryen and will not bow to anyone.
Rhaegar's way of handling the situation suited him very well.
"Hiss..."
Human thoughts are complicated and weird, while dragon thoughts are more pure.
Sensing the dissatisfaction of the driver, Gluttony let out a warning hiss, lowered its thick neck and stretched forward, and the dark dragon head covered Rhaegar's head.
A pair of strange green vertical pupils stared at the ant-like Boros.
As long as the driver gives the command, it will spray dragon flames to sweep away the disobedient insects.
"Gulu~~"
Facing a ferocious dragon standing on two legs, with a body that could cover the sky and the sun, Boros swallowed his saliva, and his back was wet with cold sweat.
At this moment, his thoughts were racing and he remembered a lot.
The most crucial point that cuts right to the heart.
This is what my father often said during his lifetime.
[Targaryens never lack troops, because they control dragons! 】
His father fought alongside King Jaehaerys I of Humanity, defeating thousands of Dornish armies.
There has been peace for so long that the world only hears the name of the dragon.
But he forgot the wrath of the sleeping dragon!
The next second.
Bolos resisted the thought of running away, lowered his arrogant head while trembling, and said tremblingly: "Prince, this is just a small episode, and it will never affect the generation-to-generation friendship between the Targaryen and Baratheon families."
He gave in.
His status as a duke did not allow him to act arbitrarily and question a crown prince in public.
Rhaegar remained silent, folding his hands in front of his belly, staring as if he didn't hear anything.
The glutton opened his dragon's kiss, revealing a cruel arc, and his breathing was in sync with the driver.
Looking at the giant dragon with its fangs exposed, Boros's heart seemed to stop and he said anxiously: "Prince, the funeral is over, and a sumptuous banquet has been prepared in the castle!"
At this moment, he didn't know what to say to beg for mercy, so he was rambling on and on.
Seeing his embarrassment, Rhaenys broke away from her husband's pull and intervened: "Rhaegar, Bolos is as generous as his father. Don't cause any misunderstanding."
First Aegon and Daemon took action, then Boros looked for trouble and was targeted by the dragon.
Things turned so fast that most people's minds were in a state of confusion.
I just felt that the atmosphere took a turn for the worse, and the air around me began to solidify.
Bolos was extremely nervous. When he heard his cousin's voice, he felt as if he had found a savior. The two of them moved towards the direction of the sound.
"Lord Bolos, where are you going?"
Rhaegar suddenly spoke, so shocked that Boros trembled and did not dare to move.
However, making things difficult didn't happen.
Rhaegar took a deep breath and said in a soft voice: "I apologize to you and your deceased father on behalf of my ignorant brother and uncle. I hope you don't blame them. They didn't mean to disturb you."
The words were sincere, and Aegon and Daemon were identified as the culprits.
Bolos didn't want to hear the apology. As long as the matter calmed down, he didn't care.
He quickly responded: "It doesn't matter, the banquet is about to begin, so let's move to the castle."
After all, he was a Duke of a Realm. He had lost a lot of face in front of all the vassals and just wanted to leave the scene quickly.
"As you wish, my lord."
The corners of Rhaegar's mouth curled up slightly, returning to his usual gentle and elegant temperament.
The desired deterrence has been generated, and there is no need to engage in fearless entanglement.
Boros forced a smile, faced the vassals shamelessly, and walked back to the castle under the watch of the guards.
"Everyone, let's go too."
Lady Elena looked embarrassed, and she and her two daughters took care of the guests' emotions and led the way back to the castle.
The husband's character is flawed and his moodiness will always put him in a situation where there is no way out.
Soon, the guests who had watched such a lively scene left with their own thoughts.
For a moment, the courtyard was empty for the Targaryens.
Damon held Lanner's hand idly, caressing her slightly bulging belly, feeling the newborn's beating.
Rhaegar glanced at him, not in the mood to talk to him.
An arrogant and egotistical guy who cannot listen to good advice.
Aemond and Daeron helped Aegon up, struggling to stand beside Rhaegar.
Compared to Aunt Rhaenys and Lord Corlys, there is also Uncle Daemon who has always disliked each other.
The eldest brother Rhaegar can undoubtedly bring them a sense of security.
That huge black dragon threatens anyone who offends at critical moments.
"Damon, don't think that I don't know about your conspiracy, I won't let you go."
Even though his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, Aegon was still shouting and staring angrily at Daemon.
