Chapter 4 A letter of request for help from the Stepstone Islands

The next day.

The first ray of sunshine in the morning shines on the Red Fort, and the servants begin their busy day.

After eating a sumptuous meal of milk and bread as usual, Rhaegar and Rhaenyra went straight to the Council Hall.

The servants and knights on the road did not dare to block it, and the flow was unimpeded.

Entering the grand council hall, it was very lively.

King Viserys, who was in his thirties, was smiling broadly and was communicating cordially with several ministers.

Viserys was known to be a tolerant and merciful king.

Face everyone with a smile.

"Rhaenyra, we were discussing the Kingswood Hunt, and you came just in time."

Rhaenyra walked into the hall calmly, instantly catching Viserys' attention and inviting her to join the discussion.

"Father, do you still remember me?"

Rhaegar held his sister's hand and looked at his father with melancholy eyes.

"Oh, Rhaegar, why is your sister leading you around?"

Looking at the thin figure at the door, Viserys' eyes widened and he stood up immediately the next second.

"His Royal Highness Prince."

The king left his seat, and the other ministers quickly raised their buttocks and greeted Rhaegar.

After all, Rhaegar was the king's eldest son.

He was born with the privilege of being respected by ministers.

If the frail little prince had not fallen into a coma at birth, Rhaenyra would not have been the heir.

Glancing around the ministers, Rhaegar raised his hand to indicate that they didn't need to be polite, showing a gentle smile.

This scene made the ministers slightly distracted.

It has to be said that in terms of image alone, Prince Rhaegar seems to be carved out of the same mold as King Viserys.

Calm and kind...

Rhaenyra held her brother's hand and said as they walked: "Yesterday was Rhaegar's birthday. None of us were there. He wanted to come and meet his father."

Viserys was moved when he heard what he said. He walked quickly to the siblings, knelt down and said, "I'm sorry, son. As a king, you always have a lot of work to do. I hope you don't blame me."

Rhaegar and Viserys looked at each other, their smiles still on their faces, and they secretly glanced at Rhaenyra, who was pretending to be angry, and said softly:

"It doesn't matter. How can I blame my king? I just want to see my father as a son."

Since you use your status as king to escape responsibility.

Then I can also use my identity as a son to punch your conscience.

As expected, Viserys was slightly startled, with a look of guilt on his face.

He lowered his head slightly and reached out to touch Rega's pale face, with a complicated expression: "You have grown up, you really look like your mother."

"Maybe, I just hope that my father will not forget me and leave me behind during my lifetime."

Rhaegar lost his voice and continued to pursue Viserys' broken heart.

He is no longer a three-year-old child.

A few kind words can get everyone moving.

He is 6 years old and knows what words to say and what effects to create.

Viserys only felt his palms trembling slightly, and especially noticed the eldest son's thin, pale face, as if his heart was being struck by a hammer.

Taking a deep breath, Viserys stood up, picked up Rhaegar, and sat back in the king's seat.

He rubbed his silver hair and said, "You have never taken the initiative to see me. As a father who has failed in his duties, can I make up for it for you?"

As he spoke, Viserys glanced at Rhaenyra calmly.

I want to see what medicine the siblings are selling.

Rhaegar shook his head gently and leaned into his father's arms: "No."

Too much talk makes too many mistakes. The hunter who strikes first will only become the prey.

Viserys smiled, looked at Rhaenyra, and asked, "Why didn't I know that the relationship between your siblings is so good?"

"He is my brother, closer than Aegon." Rhaenyra choked unceremoniously.

Viserys's smile faltered and he stopped talking to his daughter who was covered in thorns.

He looked at the ministers again, showed the magnanimity of the king, and said calmly: "Rega is specially authorized to listen to political affairs today. Where did we discuss it before?"

"There is no harm in the prince hearing about some small things."

Linman Beesbury, Chancellor of the Exchequer and Treasurer, agreed.

Rhaegar looked at the other party.

He is an old man with black and white hair and a kind appearance.

Noticing his gaze, Lin Man nodded to him kindly, and seemed to be easy to get along with.

Rhaegar smiled back.

The little interlude between the two people was quickly passed over, and Leonor Strong, who was the Hand of the King, brought the discussion back to the original track.

"Your Majesty, this royal forest hunting will be scheduled in two days. The itinerary and cost..."

This fat King's Hand has an ordinary appearance, but his attitude is very serious when reporting work, and he meticulously explains what is needed for hunting in the royal forest.

After he finished speaking, Viserys thought for a moment and agreed with the other person's plan.

Since the queen's father, former Hand of the King Otto Hightower, resigned, Lord Leonor has been King Viserys' most effective assistant.

He is strict and self-disciplined in his work and does not act in personal interests. He is very respected by Viserys.

Rhaegar listened silently to their discussion, shook Viserys's arm, and asked in a low voice: "Kingswood Hunting sounds cool, can I go?"

He has never left the Red Keep since his birth.

I really want to go out and see the outside world.

Viserys also thought of this and looked troubled.

The eldest son was so weak that the trek to the Kingswood would probably kill him.

Viserys looked at Rhaenyra with a look of help in his eyes.

"I think the plan formulated by Lord Leonor is very good and I have no objections."

Rhaenyra pretended not to see it and communicated with the ministers.

She is the heir to the Iron Throne. Although her father Viserys does not give her any decision-making power, seconding and praising are indispensable etiquette.

Unable to get his daughter's help, Viserys was slightly embarrassed and said, "I also want to take you hunting in the Kingswood, but..."

"Aegon will go too, why can't I?" Rhaegar pretended to be confused.

"Because of your body, I don't want anything bad to happen to you."

"No, I want to go. My health is slowly improving and there will be no accidents."

Rhaegar was determined to go: "Even if there is danger, I should still see the scenery outside. I can't be locked in a cage like a little bird."

"That's protection."

Viserys looked serious and did not let go.

Rhaenyra spoke up at the right time: "Our family will go hunting in the Kingswood. Rhaegar cannot be left alone in the Red Keep."

Viserys looked at Rhaenyra displeased.

Rhaenyra puffed out her breasts and looked at him disapprovingly.

When the father and daughter were tit-for-tat, Rhaegar tugged on Viserys's sleeve and said pitifully, "Please, father, I really want to go."

"Oh, God, you always give me a hard time."

Viserys banged the table in annoyance, but finally gave in to a pair of children.

He warned: "I can take you with me when I go hunting in the Kingswood, but you have to promise me to be honest and obedient and not to run around with Rhaenyra."

"No problem, I promise."

Rhaegar agreed without even thinking.

At this moment, a person hurriedly walked in at the door of the hall, speaking urgently.

"Your Majesty, there is a request for help from the Stepped Stone Islands. You may want to take a look at it!"

Viserys was a man of indecision.

Greet everyone with a smile and be full of pleasure.

He worked hard to please everyone, and even though he was exhausted, he was still unable to shake people's pursuit of power.

No one can please anyone.

As Damon said, the only person who really hurt him was his weakness.

Now, in this book, someone will protect Wei Yi.