Chapter 397 Aegon on Girls' Day

Bang——

The door closed, and the bedroom was quiet.

Alison bent down and sat down, reaching out to hold his daughter's hand, and whispered: "Many adults are coming today."

Helena turned a deaf ear and muttered: "Bears in the sea..."

The voice was crisp, as if her eyes had seen through some scenes.

"Helena~"

Alison tried to hug her, his eyes full of love: "My daughter."

Helena turned around quickly and avoided her mother's arms with a cold face.

Alison was stunned, and his pupils trembled as he stared at his daughter.

"I need quiet."

Helena lowered her eyebrows and added at the end: "Mother."

She had just seen many unknown scenes.

These scenes were stuffed into her head, like a stick stabbing in it roughly.

The pictures entered her head and were also smashed by the stick, and the vague memory was unclear.

Alisson put down his hand awkwardly, ignoring the black and green spools on the felt, and sighed: "You are a big girl, you should go out and see the world."

"I am Targaryen, I am the world." Helena turned her head away, very calm.

"You do have a dragon, but you can't live on the back of a dragon for the rest of your life."

Alison was choked by the retort, and patiently persuaded.

Helena clenched her little hands, stood up and walked away from her mother: "I don't want those."

She is no longer the little girl who only cried when she was young, nor is she the little girl who was mistaken for talking nonsense.

She clearly knows that she is not only a dragon rider, but also a rare dream walker.

My brother said that as long as she wants, there is nothing in this world that she can't get.

Alison didn't understand, and gradually couldn't hold back her temper: "You are old enough to get married, this is the secular rule."

"Whose rule?"

Helena looked unconvinced and took down the "Long Summer" hanging on the wall.

The little hand pulled out a section of the sword, revealing the cold sword spine with water ripples, illuminating the tender face.

Helena gently stroked it, with nostalgia in her eyes.

It can be seen that the little girl likes this sword very much.

Dream fire brings her courage, and long summer is her will.

Seeing this scene, Allison's scalp exploded.

"Helena, you are a lady. Getting married and having children is a woman's destiny. Don't play with that sword."

Allison couldn't restrain her excitement, and her already sunburned face added a fury.

Old Town Hightower, an ancient bloodline with a great reputation.

Allison has been learning lady education since she was a child and accepting the faith of the Seven Gods. She is a proud and noble woman.

Her father Otto persuaded her to contact the widowed king and pushed her to the queen by shameless means.

This made her violate her beliefs and betray her former friend Rhaenyra.

Like a thorn, it is deeply pierced in the heart.

From then on, always remembering the family honor and abiding by the qualities of sacrifice, dedication, and rules became a kind of self-redemption.

Alison had been suppressed for many years, watching the children grow up one by one.

She thought that the hard work would pay off, but she didn't expect that they were very rebellious, and reality slapped her hard.

Click!

After putting Changxia into the sheath, Helena whispered: "Mother, I know how to use the sword."

As she spoke, she looked down at her feet and glanced at her from the corner of her eyes.

She reminded herself in another way that she had grown up and resisted her mother's strong and uncomfortable love.

Except in front of Rhaegar, she was an innocent and lovely girl.

Helena was very quiet in private and rarely talked much.

Alison didn't care about these, and slapped his forehead: "Hurry up and pack up, you will go out with me to meet people later."

"Okay." Helena nodded simply, not wanting to stimulate her mother too much.

In the eyes of outsiders, she is a girl with a bad mental state.

But in her eyes, her mother is the girl with a bad mental state.

A poor girl who was forced to mature by her grandfather, without a self.

Alison knelt on the ground, tears silently shed with red eyes, lamenting the unfairness of fate.

She had no one she could trust completely.

Whether that person was her father or her husband.

"May the Seven Gods bless you!"

Alison closed her eyes and clasped her hands together.

...

On the other side, the White Wheel Palace returned to the Red Castle.

Banquet Hall.

Rhaegar turned sideways, walked through the crowded crowd, and went upstairs along the stairs.

The good news of defeating the Three Women's Kingdom spread throughout the Seven Kingdoms, and the nobles everywhere were all excited.

The queen issued an order to hold the Girls' Festival. The nobles smelled the signal of marriage and wanted to get some benefits.

"Prince..."

"Long live the prince..."

Rhaegar's long silver-gold hair attracted people's attention. Wherever he went, he was surrounded by nobles, who came forward to greet him enthusiastically.

Rhaegar smiled and responded one by one.

Going upstairs, the space was a little wider, and he finally got rid of it.

Most of the people upstairs were women, who sat around a table in groups of three or five, chatting about all kinds of gossip and interesting things.

Rhaegar looked around and saw little Daeron behind a bead curtain.

Little Daeron also noticed him and greeted happily: "Brother, I have a seat here."

The little guy was dressed neatly and his hair was neatly combed, giving him the feeling of a little adult.

Rhaegar waved his hand and walked over to sit.

After opening the bead curtain, there were three benches covered with goose feathers, forming a triangular area.

Little Daeron occupied one bench alone, with a half-opened ancient book next to him.

The other two benches were occupied by the twins, Benella and Rhaena.

"Hiss..."

The young dragon Dawn lay in Rhaena's arms and hissed weakly at Rhaegar.

After two months, Dawn's size has not increased much, and it is still the size of a house cat.

Compared with the previous sickly and weak appearance.

Dawn was much more energetic at this time, his vertical pupils were rolling, and he looked at Rhaegar curiously.

Rhaegar also looked at the little guy a few times.

With pale pink scales all over the body and black pearl-like dragon horns, the appearance is indeed rare and beautiful.

It's just underdeveloped!

Seeing him coming, the twins greeted him in unison: "Cousin."

Their surname is Targaryen, and they are the extension of Daemon's bloodline.

"I just came here to sit down. You know, I have to make a scene."

Rhaegar's face was gentle, and he sat next to Daeron.

"Hiss..."

Dawn broke free from the arms of his master, flapped his gorgeous wings and flew to the coffee table, staring at Rhaegar blankly.

His neck stretched out several times, wanting to get close but shrinking back.

Rhaegar's eyes flashed slightly, raised his hand to touch the young dragon's head, and smiled and said: "It looks like it has recovered well."

Rhaena nodded repeatedly: "I listened to you and often took Dawn to feel the underground fire. Its appetite has increased."

"Dragon Mountain is a good place, and occasionally going to the Thousand Faces Island is also okay."

Rhaegar scratched Dawn's chin.

Dragons are magical creatures of blood and fire. The fire magic in volcanic landforms is the most vigorous, which helps the young dragons with congenital deficiencies to replenish their energy.

As he spoke, Reja secretly mobilized his fire magic and delivered it to Dawn along his scales.

"Hiss..."

Dawn shivered comfortably, spread his wings and hugged Reja's arms, reluctant to separate.

Reja did not move, and tried to use fire magic to wander around the young dragon's body.

With his powerful perception, he was extremely sensitive to fire magic.

Each dragon contains surging fire magic, like a pile of blazing bonfires.

The three adult dragons, Glutton, Vhagar, and Wormisol, are like three small volcanoes, full of explosive power.

According to observation, dragons will not actively absorb fire magic, but their huge bodies can absorb it autonomously, and they continue to grow with age.

Dawn is congenitally deficient, and the defect is that the efficiency of the body's autonomous absorption of fire magic is very low.

As young dragons, Thrax can absorb a basin of water, while Dawn can only absorb a small cup.

After being nourished by the earth fire for a while, it has improved slightly.

Half an hour passed.

Rhaegar pulled back his arm, patted the drunken Dawn, and encouraged: "If you take good care of it, it will be a great dragon."

Rhaena gently took Dawn back and nodded vigorously: "Yes! I will take good care of it."

Rhaegar turned around and saw little Daeron reading an ancient book. He reached out and snatched the book: "Read less books, you are almost a nerd."

Targaryen has one dragonless Vaegon.

No need for a second one.

Little Daeron said "Oh" obediently and sat down honestly.

Rhaegar frowned secretly.

Compared with other brothers and sisters, little Daeron's advantage is that he is studious and polite, but his disadvantage is that he has no opinion.

Without Helena and Aemond to take care of him, he is a little idle.

"Where is Aegon?"

Rhaegar took little Daeron in his arms and asked casually.

The protagonist of the Maiden's Day is not the girl, but Aegon who is waiting to marry the girl.

This guy rode Sunfire back to King's Landing overnight.

Little Daeron raised his eyebrows, pointed his little finger behind another bead curtain, and muttered, "He was assigned to that table."

Rhaegar looked in the direction and saw several people through the bead curtain.

Aegon looked smug, leaning on the bench, drinking in self-intoxication.

Several girls with outstanding appearance gathered beside him.

Among them was Margaery Tyrell from Highgarden.

The little rose was wearing a light green long dress, and looked at Aegon with a smile on her lips.

Her smart eyes flickered, as if she was watching a lively scene.

The other girls were a little younger than her.

Just look at the family emblem on the ornament: a tall tower, a hunter in stride, three beehives with black and yellow stripes...

When he saw the beehive family emblem, Rhaegar chuckled and said, "Lord Linman is old but not old at heart. It seems that he also wants to marry into the royal family."

That is the family emblem of the Beesbury family in Beehive City.

Little Darren turned around and lay on the back of the chair, staring at another blonde girl, and whispered, "Look, that's a girl from the Lannister family."

Rhaegar glanced at them and said casually, "The status of the family branches is much lower."

At this moment, Aegon was not aware that his brothers were watching. He lifted his silver-gold hair that covered his forehead and gestured proudly:

"When Braavos attacked the Three Sisters Islands, hundreds of warships were dispatched. It was all thanks to Yangyan and I who tried our best to stop them and burned those mercenaries to tears..."

Look at that look, he really has a heroic demeanor.

Clap, clap...

Margaery clapped her hands and smiled, "Cheers to the brave Prince Aegon and the bright Yangyan."

As she spoke, she raised the wine cup on the coffee table and took a sip coquettishly.

The two girls from the Lannister and Tully families looked at each other, and saw suspicion in each other's eyes.

Being in a wealthy family, they are well-informed.

It's completely different from what Prince Aegon said.

The girl from the Hightower family ignored these details and raised her glass to drink.

Seeing this, Aegon raised his chin high, even believing it himself.

Not far away.

Rhaegar and young Daeron witnessed it with their own eyes, looked at each other with tacit understanding, and blurted out: "What a shame!"