Chapter 258 My Beloved

Baile didn't leave in the end. But he also firmly refused to become his brother's heir. Daeron couldn't refuse his brother, not to mention Serena was there.

Daeron really couldn't control himself.

So before Viserys reacted, Daeron finally compromised and agreed to Baile's request. The Black Palace was handed over to Baile by Daeron, and he promised not to make Baile the heir, and gave him the right to enter and leave King's Landing at any time.

Baile swore to his deceased parents and the ancestors of the two families in front of his brother and aunt that he would remember his oath.

When Viserys reacted, the facts were already determined.

The Prime Minister's Tower.

Viserys sat silently by the bed, looking at the capital King's Landing outside the window of the Prime Minister's Tower. After so many years of development and changes, King's Landing is no longer the King's Landing of the past. Looking down at the city, King's Landing is still growing. The once muddy and chaotic Flea Bottom has disappeared, but next to the city gate that was once a wasteland, on the banks of the Blackwater River, a new Flea Bottom was born.

That's right. After all, the city is still there. Slums are always endless. The bank, brothel, Jacaerys Great Sept, and dragon pit of the Rogaar family have become the landmark buildings of King's Landing. The bustling crowd proves the prosperity of the city.

It is indeed prosperous.

Today, King's Landing and Oldtown provide nearly 70% of the income for the royal family, and even in the period of the Centenarian King and Viserys I, these incomes are wealth accumulated in several years.

"Viserys, what are you looking at." Lady Lara walked gently to her husband. She was much older than Viserys. Viserys's face was now wrinkled, and so was Lady Lara. Even the wealth and secret arts of the Rogaar family could not restore Lady Lara's youth.

"Looking at the family's kingdom." Viserys turned his head to look at Lady Lara, his voice full of fatigue.

He knew he couldn't blame Beile.

In fact, he was a little numb now. He had been jumping up and down for so many years trying to strengthen the power of the royal family. However, in the face of the fact that both queens who married into the Vareses family died and even left behind a dragon, he was not happy at all, and even felt deeply powerless.

He found that he could no longer reverse the gradual merging of the two families, and even the process of Vareses becoming the main one.

Even if Beile succeeded to the throne and let the fire stay in the family, it could not be reversed, and it would even speed up the merging of the two families.

This made him look like a clown in contacting the princes for so many years.

"Madam, you have seen what I have done for so many years. Do you think I did the right thing?"

He looked at his wife. Lady Lara was not only his wife, but also his political ally. The Rogaer family's strong support and submission to the royal family were rooted in her and her children.

Although Lady Lara never made any judgments on Viserys's affairs.

"Viserys, you already have the answer, why bother asking me." Lara said calmly, she walked to the chair next to Viserys and sat down. "Everything you do, only you know whether it is worth it, right."

Viserys was silent: "Lara, you take the children. No, let Aegon stay, you take the children back to Oldtown."

Lara smiled, she knew what her husband was going to do.

"Take care of yourself and go home soon, Viserys."

Viserys closed his eyes and bathed in the sun quietly.

He was tired. After helping Daeron stabilize the operation of the kingdom, he would return to Oldtown to retire.

He suddenly understood why Longzel chose to return to Dragon's Nest when no one questioned his authority. Since then, the power of the Vareses family in King's Landing was limited to the Black Palace and the intelligence network.

"Your Highness, I am indeed still your student."

The old prince couldn't help but sigh.

Maegor's Tower.

The King's bedroom.

After scolding the maid for the third time, Daeron sat on the long settee with an unhappy look on his face, staring at the castle steward who was in awe: "Tell me, my beloved just died, and you are so impatient to let the girls climb into the king's bed?"

"No, no." The steward of the Red Castle had a trembling voice, but he still tried to calm down and said: "Your Majesty, this is not our decision without authorization. Before Your Majesty chooses a new queen, these girls who have taken the moon tea will ensure the vitality of your seeds, so that the kingdom"

"Shut up, get out!" Without even listening to the steward's words, Daeron picked up a book and threw it at him. The steward cried "Ouch" and was hit on the head by the thick book, bleeding. He could only kneel on one knee in panic and beg for the king's forgiveness.

"I told you to get out!" Daeron stood up impatiently, grabbed the butler's collar and threw him out the door: "Go to the Grand Secretary to get the medicine and compensation." Daeron pushed the butler against the wall viciously, gritted his teeth and said: "Remember to compensate those girls, no more! No more girls are allowed to come here, understand?"

"Yes, yes, your majesty."

Looking at the butler running out in a panic, Daeron breathed a sigh of relief and returned to the empty bedroom.

The king was stunned for a moment. In the past, at this time, Queen Jenny would gently pour him a glass of hot wine with spices, and then soothe his heart with her gentle voice.

But now, nothing is left.

The king sat back to his previous position in a somewhat decadent manner.

What did I want to do before?

Daeron knocked his head.

Suddenly he saw the book still lying on the ground.

"Expedition"

Darren suddenly remembered something, picked up the quill, dipped it in ink, and scrawled a few lines in High Valyrian on the open blank page.

"This book is dedicated to my beloved Queen Jeyne Targaryen."

He went on to write:

"And all the knights who fought for the king in war."

He wrote the signature.

"King Daeron I Targaryen, King of Conquerors."

He paused and continued: "Loss of a loved one."

Then he crossed out this line again.

He closed the notebook.

This was Darren's decision. He found that normal methods could not relieve his mood at all, so he made an important decision.

He wanted to write a book because he found that writing could make him forget his troubles for a while.

So what to write?

Daeron decided to write about his expedition to conquer the Disputed Lands.

Thus, "The Eastern Expedition", which was loved and hated by later generations of historians and scholars, was born.

Dragon Nest City.

The already elderly Lady Diana was lying on the bed, looking at the setting sun with somewhat empty eyes. The loss of two daughters one after another made this old woman who was already in poor health worse and worse. .

The door creaked open.

Long Zell, who was also old but had no wrinkles on his face, walked in silently.

The old man sat next to his wife, but the old couple looked at each other in silence.

I don’t know what I’m thinking.

It was Diana's weak voice that broke the silence.

"Lonzell, I have seen Stranger and my brother waving to me."

she said calmly.

"For all these years, I have always wanted to ask you a question, Longzell, what is your true love?"

I'm late. It's too late to stay up late during this period. I took a break on Saturday. This chapter is an update on Saturday. There are also normal double updates today.