Chapter 268 Ambition for the Free Trade City

The other party brought him shame.

The pride in his heart told him that if Rhaegar could defeat Daemon, so could he!

"Aegon, you should shut up." Rhaegar said coldly.

He hates stupid people, and this younger brother is one of them.

"Why, Damon is the guilty one!"

Aegon said unconvinced.

Damon raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and his eyes became evil.

However, there was someone who took action faster than him.

Snapped--

Rhaegar grabbed Aegon by the neck and picked him up like a chicken, with cold eyes: "Aegon, get angry and go back to the Red Keep. Don't cause any more trouble for me outside."

With that said, he turned back to face the stunned Damon, pointed at him, and said coldly: "Uncle, the same goes for you, I don't want to wipe anyone's butt!"

This is not King's Landing, let these guys run wild.

Everything they say and do represents Targaryen honor.

Rhaegar was not a weak father who allowed these blood relatives to act unscrupulously.

Damon felt his nephew's warning, his eyes flickered, and he held his wife's hand and passed him by.

With his departure, the tit-for-tat situation has subsided.

Aegon was lifted up by his neck and had difficulty breathing. His face turned red and he kept struggling with Rhaegar's hand with both hands.

At this moment, he recalled his past fears.

Seeing that Aegon could no longer hold on, Rhaenyra stepped forward to stop him and said nervously: "Rhaegar, let go of Aegon quickly, he can't breathe."

"I just taught him a lesson."

Rhaegar loosened his grip and felt much better after venting his anger.

Aegon fell to the ground, holding his throat and coughing hard, tears coming out of the corners of his eyes.

Aemond looked frightened and grabbed Aegon's clothes tightly, his body trembling a little.

"Let's go, the banquet has begun." Rega said calmly.

Rhaenyra reluctantly took his hand and squeezed his stiff knuckles.

…

It was late at night, and Storm's End was brightly lit.

The banquet is very lively and will last all night.

Around the table sat members of House Targaryen and Velaryon.

After some mediation by the female family members, the atmosphere was pretty good, and they were chatting and laughing while toasting and drinking together.

Rega was sitting on a chair, thinking about something in his mind, and suddenly asked: "Uncle, what are the recent developments in the Three Women's Kingdom?"

As soon as the words came out, the laughter at the dinner table stopped.

Damon shook his wine glass, not understanding what his nephew meant, and said frankly: "The three women in the country are ambitious and have been planning a comeback."

He concealed the matter of plundering the cargo ship, and only talked about the three women's country's coveting of the Stepped Stone Islands.

"The pirates in the Three Women's Kingdom are like weeds and can't be eradicated."

Rhaegar nodded in agreement and changed his voice: "I heard that the Tiger Party of Volantis seems to be eyeing the Three Women Kingdom?"

He had his own information channels and found out some information about the Free Trade Cities.

Volantis is one of the nine Free Cities.

Known as the eldest daughter of Valyria, she follows the traditions and customs of most Valyrian people.

The political structure continues the electoral system of the Free Fortress era, with three consuls elected annually from the local Tiger and Elephant parties.

The Tiger Party is the old aristocracy and warrior class who believe in conquering the world by force.

The Elephant Party is composed of merchants and moneylenders who adopt the concept of conquering the world through trade.

In the last bloody war when Volantis invaded the Three Women's Kingdom, Aegon the Conqueror drove the black god Balerion to the Three Women's Kingdom's aid and defeated the invader's army.

At this point, the Tiger Party was in decline and only one consul could be elected every year.

Xiangdang has two persons.

In recent years, the Three Women's Kingdom has been defeated in the Stepstone Islands War, giving Volantis the coveted sign.

The Tiger Party is making great moves and seems to have plans to subdue the Xiang Party and revive the army.

Damon took a sip of wine. He didn't expect his nephew to know so much. He pointed out: "Volantis is a stagnant water. If it doesn't change, it will gradually decline."

"Oh, so the Tiger Party does have plans to start a war?" Rega narrowed his eyes slightly.

He had no good impression of the Three Women's Kingdom, and he was also thinking about the land of Essos.

It will be a good opportunity for the Free Trade Cities to fight each other.

"I don't know. Volantis has always rejected Targaryens."

Damon licked the corner of his mouth and chuckled: "If you are really interested, you should go and take a look for yourself."

"To Volantis..." Rhaegar muttered.

He rarely set foot on the continent of Essos, and the few Free Trade City-states he visited were Braavos and Pentos.

Not counting the Three Women's Country, I was in such a hurry that I only had time to take away some money and slaves.

I have to say, he was somewhat interested.

Rhaenyra leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Do you want to go?"

Rhaegar blinked and made no comment.

"Volantis is the closest to Slaver's Bay and the ruins of Valyria. It is a place full of freedom and slavery."

Rhaenyra's eyes were bright and her voice was seductive.

She had never been to Volantis and wanted to persuade Rhaegar to go shopping together.

Rhaegar heard the expectation in her voice and squeezed her little hands without rushing for an answer.

After thinking for a moment, he cryptically reminded Daemon: "Uncle, the Dornish people are active in the borderlands, and the kingdom cannot withstand a cross-sea war."

After the idea of ​​provoking Volantis and the Three Women's Kingdom to go to war came up in his mind.

He suddenly thought of the possibility of Daemon fighting for the military power of the Stepstone Islands.

He is also coveting the land of Essos!

Damon is proud and complacent, but he cares about his family.

As a young man he coveted the Iron Throne.

After a man reaches middle age and has a wife and children, he begins to become obsessed with a piece of territory.

Rhaegar understood his psychology, but did not approve of it.

Targaryen's control of Westeros is not complete.

The North is alone, the West is constantly being harassed by the Iron Islands, and the heirs of the Riverlands and the Reach are in question...

In addition, Keolan Martell of Dorne is very ambitious.

Targaryen rule has a long way to go.

It does not yet have the ability to fight for the continent of Essos across the sea.

Being too greedy will only bring down the kingdom and lose the hearts of the people.

Hearing this, Damon clenched the goblet and his eyes became dangerous.

He knew clearly that his nephew had seen through part of his intentions.

Rhaegar didn't give him a chance to explain. He pushed away the chair and stood up. He said goodbye: "I'm full. I'm going to rest first."

Rhaenyra was stunned for a moment, then smiled apologetically at Lannal and Rhaenys, then stood up and left.

At the dining table, the atmosphere suddenly became much cooler.

Aegon gritted his teeth and cut the roast meat on the dinner plate hard.

But no one paid any attention to him.

Corliss' face was deep, and he glanced at Damon calmly, and the two looked at each other.

Damon poured himself a glass of wine, not feeling uneasy about being exposed, but feeling content.

Lanner lowered her head and stroked her belly, worry showing in her eyes.

…

Two days later.

After the funeral, guests from all over the place began to return.

"Hiss..."

Vhagar and Melias flew high into the sky, soaring in the direction of Tidal Head Island.

In the vestibule of Storm's End, there was a short distance between Glutton and Sylax, and Rhaegar and Rhaenyra stood in the open space.

Rhaenyra had a cold face and said nothing.

Rhaegar sighed: "Listen, Rhaenyra. You should see to it that Aegon and the others return to King's Landing safely for me, instead of following me around."

"Aegon is of age and can take good care of his brothers and sisters."

Rhaenyra's voice was cold, and she was very angry that Rhaegar refused her request to accompany him.

She wanted to ride the dragon with Rhaegar and explore the Free Trade City instead of being left alone.

Rhaegar felt helpless: "You know Allison's temper, and not only do I plan to go to Volantis, there may be danger."

He had a dream last night.

I dreamed of a sea shrouded in smoke, and an inaudible voice echoed.

From the map, where should be the Sea of ​​Smoke?

He was determined to ride the Glutton around and see what the Targaryen homeland looked like now.

"Rhaega, do you think I am a burden?"

Rhaenyra gritted her silver teeth secretly, dissatisfied with this wording.

"No! You know that's not what I meant. Don't tease me."

Rega smiled bitterly and took the initiative to hug him.

Rhaenyra was not a good-tempered person. She could kill a wild boar as a girl, but he did not dare to make her angry.

"For once, Rhaegar."

After being held and rocked for a while, Rhaenyra was defeated, her expression unspeakably serious.

She fawned over Rhaegar for two days, but he didn't let go.

This makes her feel less valued.

"I'll be back soon," Rhaegar said softly.

Wave~

Rhaenyra stood on her tiptoes and kissed her cheek, and said gloomily, "I'm waiting for you on Dragonstone. Remember to miss me."

"All the time."

Lei tightened his waist in his arms and gave some instructions to Aegon and Helena.

Then, with Rhaenyra's reluctant eyes, she rode the glutton and flew away into the distance.

…

King's Landing.

Viserys sat on the Iron Throne, listening to the report from the messenger from the north below.

"Your Majesty, I am very happy to receive the invitation to the tourney. However, Duke Rickon Stark unfortunately passed away and I am afraid he will not be able to come to King's Landing."

The speaker was an old, strong man, Roderick Dustin from the Deserted Tombs.

Viserys frowned when he heard this and said melancholy: "Duke Rickon has passed away unexpectedly. His death makes me lament as much as Duke Bomond."

The death of two guardian dukes in a row put a lot of pressure on him.

After thinking for a while, Viserys asked: "Who is currently in power in Winterfell?"

Roderick disdained lies and said truthfully: "Duke Rickon passed the title to his only son, Cregen Stark, before his death."

"But the new Cregen is still underage, so his uncle Bennard Stark will be under full management for the time being. He will also teach the young Duke."

"I see, a young heir."

Viserys sighed and said sincerely: "I hope Bennard and Cregen can come to participate in the tourney. Unfortunately, I can't go to the north to express condolences."

"It doesn't matter, I will convey His Majesty's wishes to Winterfell." Roderick said carelessly.

After the report, the Earl of Wild Tombs from the North said goodbye.

Viserys looked tired and worried for the Seven Kingdoms.

Inadvertently, I subconsciously touched the armrest with my left hand.

But he forgot that the Iron Throne only has a sharp blade, and never a backrest or armrests.

There was a sizzling sound.

A deep gash was made in the left tiger's mouth, and blood immediately flowed.

"Oh! Damn it."

Viserys woke up from the severe pain, shook his painful hand, and hurriedly stepped off the Iron Throne.