Chapter 98 The Queen’s Conscience

The two siblings exchanged sentences with each other, telling each other's experiences.

Not long after, a group of guards arrived.

"Rhaegar, Rhaenyra!"

Viserys, who looked haggard, pushed aside the guards gathered in front of him and trotted to a pair of children at a very fast pace.

"Father!"

Rhaegar exhaled loudly and looked at his father happily.

But Rhaenyra was still leaning against him, and he could not embrace his father.

Rhaenyra turned around when she heard the sound and called out in a low voice, "Father."

She carried the Kingsguard on her back and sneaked out through the secret passage in the bedroom.

Now that he was hit by his father, he felt a little cowardly.

"O-very good, I'm glad you're okay, Rhaegar!"

Viserys did not respond to his daughter's call, but ran to Rhaegar and squatted down, looking up and down in surprise.

He knew that his eldest son would be fine.

I will definitely come back safely.

It turns out that the dream he had was accurate.

Seeing her father being so excited, Rhaenyra consciously gave way to Rhaegar and stood aside silently.

Viserys immediately hugged his eldest son, kissed his forehead hard, and said with satisfaction: "Rhaegar, when the dragon roar sounded on the island, I knew you were back."

Rhaegar wiped the saliva from his forehead and showed off his achievements: "Glutton and I defeated Vermithor and Silver Wing. There is no dragon on the island that can be our opponent."

"How bold you are, kid."

Hearing the words of his eldest son, Viserys had a sad look on his face, and his tone was indescribable with relief and helplessness.

Since the eldest son recovered, everything has been fine.

Only his courage is growing day by day.

First, he tamed the dragon without permission, then he controlled the dragon to fight...

Now that he has just returned from outside, he fights two adult dragons at his doorstep.

When he gets older, I can't imagine what shocking things he will do.

Viserys' mind was full of thoughts, and he said with relief on his face: "It doesn't matter, you were never an ordinary child, Rhaegar."

At this moment, he believed from the bottom of his heart that Rhaegar was the prince prophesied in the Song of Ice and Fire.

Just like this time, Rhaegar was able to tame the largest wild dragon in history at a young age, and defeated the Bronze Fury and Silver Wings who were famous throughout the continent.

"Let's go, I've prepared a grand banquet and am waiting for you to come home."

After rubbing his eldest son's head affectionately, Viserys picked him up with joy.

As he walked, he turned back to Rhaenyra and said, "You didn't obey my orders, Rhaenyra."

"I'm sorry, Father."

Rhaenyra bowed her head and apologized, explaining: "I'm very worried about Rhaegar's safety, I can't just wait."

"Forget it, this isn't the first time you've disobeyed my orders."

Viserys shook his head and said indifferently: "Let's go back together, you look very nervous."

"Yes, Father."

Rhaenyra looked at the two people, a loving father and a filial son, with a flash of disappointment in her eyes.

…

Inside the castle.

After washing up, the siblings sat at the long table in the hall.

Rega talked about the trip to the peninsula with great enthusiasm.

Viserys held the goblet, looked at the eldest son kindly, and listened patiently to the story.

Until he talked about resurrecting the Shadowbinder's head and using the mask to defeat the curse, his face changed slightly and became a little heavy.

In his opinion, magic, like dragons, is a dangerous thing.

In particular, the curse of resurrecting dead heads and constantly killing people is a despicable product that he is extremely repulsive and shameless about.

"The Bren family and the Kleb family seem to have to send someone to investigate..."

With a calm expression on his face, Viserys was mentally calculating the details of the two families.

Rhaegar spoke enthusiastically, but saw that his father and sister remained silent, and he was a little disappointed.

He thought the stories were already exciting.

Why didn't they respond at all?

After thinking for a while, he revealed the allegiance of the peninsula's nobles and the two thousand free people who followed him across the sea.

Viserys' expression suddenly changed.

Rhaenyra pursed her lips, picked up the wine glass on the table and took a sip.

Rhaegar realized something was wrong and stopped talking.

"I'm late, are you all ready?"

Allison's voice sounded just in time, breaking the moment of silence.

The three of them turned around.

Allison walked down the stairs, holding the baby in one hand and holding Helena in the other.

Aegon followed behind her, guarded by the maid.

Viserys hesitated and then said to Rhaegar: "There are quite a few free people who have followed you. I will order people to transport them to the vicinity of the Kingswood first to provide sufficient supplies."

"Whenever you decide how to use them, it will be up to you."

Rhaegar nodded: "No problem, father."

While father and son were talking, Allison walked down the stairs and sat down on the other side of the long table.

She looked at Rhaegar with joy and said with emotion: "Blessed by the seven gods, you can come back safely, Rhaegar."

"elder brother."

Helena stood on the chair and called happily.

She hasn't seen her brother for a long time.

Rhaegar smiled at Helena and responded to Allison: "Thanks to the glutton for protecting me, I am safe."

"That wild dragon?" Allison looked confused and crossed his hands in front of him.

"From the moment I tamed it, it was no longer a wild dragon." Rhaegar emphasized.

Allison smiled apologetically: "Yes, you are very brave, taming an adult dragon alone."

"Unlike Aegon, he is still trying to get Sunfire to obey his orders, but has not succeeded."

"Mother!"

Aegon shouted, his brows knitted together.

Rhaegar glanced at Aegon, his eyes falling on Allison's hand.

Those hands were not pretty.

Allison received an aristocratic education from an early age and believed in doing things by himself.

Whether it's tailoring clothes or reading and writing, these are compulsory courses for the Hightower family.

This also caused her hands to be a little rough, not pampered and soft.

At this moment, Allison probably didn't realize that she was picking the nails of her right hand with her left hand.

He dug so hard that blood seeped out from between his fingers.

Rhaegar also noticed that almost all of her fingers had scratches.

Some are new and some are old, but none are healed.

Rhaegar, who had frequent contact with the maester, knew that these injuries were all new, caused in the past few days.

Rhaegar hesitated and said: "Your Majesty the Queen, your hand?"

"ah?"

Allison was startled for a moment, until he followed Rhaegar's gaze and landed on his hand, then he put his hand away in panic.

Sansan smiled and said: "Sorry, my hands are a little itchy. Maybe it's because Dragonstone Island is relatively humid."

"Keep warm." Rega said casually, which was even more strange.

Dragonstone is indeed humid.

But as a city by the sea, King's Landing is no drier than Dragonstone.

Allison's explanation is too far-fetched.

The expression he showed was also weird and nervous.

Being seen through his nervousness, Allison quickly changed the subject and ordered his servants: "Isn't the banquet ready? Let's bring it up quickly."

Viserys nodded in agreement.

Rhaegar leaned closer to Rhaenyra and whispered: "Why does Allison pick his fingers?"

As her former best friend, Rhaenyra certainly knew the reason and whispered: "Allison's bad habit is that he likes to pick his fingers when he is nervous, which always results in bleeding."

"nervous?"

Rhaegar repeated silently.

Why do people get nervous?

Fear, excitement...

Or, guilty!

Vengeance must be avenged, and those who should be caught will be caught.

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