Chapter 398: Emond's Little Thoughts

"Aegon is so shameless!"

Little Daeron covered his face with his hands, so ashamed.

It's unbearable to have a brother who brags recklessly.

Rhaegar held his forehead with one hand, and only one language remained in his mind.

Speechless!

How dare he brag like this, not afraid that the people of the Three Sisters Islands will put sacks on him in the middle of the night.

The people in that rotten place have no respect for the king, and they are extremely poor after being robbed.

What if they take risks and take advantage of Aegon visiting a brothel to attack...

Rhaegar was helpless: "It is necessary to urge the gold cloaks to patrol closely."

"What happened?"

The twins were attracted and lay on the same bench with tea and snacks in their hands to watch.

For a moment, four silver-gold heads squeezed together.

They all stared at Aegon, who was spitting.

Their movements were not loud, but too conspicuous.

They soon attracted the attention of the opposite side.

Margaery sat in a dignified posture, looking up at Aegon in surprise, trying her best to cooperate with the prince's boasting.

There was a hint of amusement hidden in the brown eyes.

Although she was not very old, she looked like a child playing with him.

The other girls followed suit, praising him one after another, leaving no stone unturned.

Aegon's face flushed with joy, and he raised the bottle to show what a large amount of wine means.

Suddenly, Margaery's eyes flashed, and she found a silver-gold reflection facing her.

She looked up and saw four Targaryens of different sizes.

"His Highness Rhaegar!"

Seeing the person she had been thinking about day and night, Margaery shouted in surprise, and walked away happily with her skirt lifted.

Rhaegar was stunned and frowned secretly.

He was very emotional.

Facing Margaery's gaze, he always had an inexplicable feeling that he was fat.

"Prince, long time no see."

Margaery walked up to him in two or three steps, knelt gracefully and saluted, smiling; "I haven't had time to congratulate you on defeating the Three Women's Kingdom. I believe that the king will hold a meritorious banquet that will go down in history soon."

Rhaegar smiled politely: "Thank you for your concern, Miss Margaery."

While chatting, he adjusted his sitting position without changing his expression, held the twins in his arms, and blocked them in front of him.

As the distance got closer, the feeling of being stared at became stronger.

That feeling was not like Jenny's love, Helena's admiration, it was an undisguised naked covetousness.

Suddenly being hugged, Rhaena tilted her little head: "What's wrong?"

The little girl was thoughtful and inherited the gentleness of her mother Lana.

"Stupid! Be quiet."

Benilla was smarter, covering her sister's mouth and leaning against her cousin's arms.

She saw it.

The woman opposite had milky white skin and bad intentions, and her eyes were like those of the bad women who seduced their fathers.

The cousin was the husband of the foster mother, and they had to help take care of him.

Rhaena closed her mouth in grievance and leaned against her sister.

"Hiss..."

Dawn screamed sharply, squeezed in the middle by the two sisters, and struggled hard to get out.

Rhaegar's mouth twitched slightly, and he separated the twins: "Shh, continue to eat snacks."

As he said, he smiled apologetically at Margaery, unwilling to chat too much.

Margaery's eyes swept across the twins, and she sat on another bench familiarly, choosing the topic that the little girl liked.

In a few words, she made the twins giggle.

Even Daeron, who was pinching his little face, was led astray and opened the chat box to join in the conversation.

In response, Rhaegar shook his head secretly.

Lamenting the strength of foreign enemies and the unreliability of allies.

On second thought, Margaery came to King's Landing, and Highgarden probably only had the old Lord Tyrell and the new Duchess.

"Are you afraid of being kicked out because of a conflict with your stepmother?"

Rhaegar thought for a moment, poured a glass of sweet fruit wine, and enjoyed a moment of peace in the noisy environment.

It was about the heir of the Reach, and his hand could not reach that far.

Pray that the old Lord Tyrell still has the ability to reproduce, or does not die too early.

It was the time of the Dorne Rebellion, and the Reach could not be in chaos.

The peace was short-lived.

The crown prince, the duke's only daughter, and several Targaryens.

The conspicuous combination soon attracted many eyes.

A group of noble ladies and noble ladies were very envious, but the crown prince was already married, and little Daeron was too young, so they could only sigh in despair.

On the contrary, the girls around Aegon were very courageous.

The girls from the Lannister and Tully families left their pre-selected marriage partners, came to him and bowed generously, and sat down next to Margaery.

It was not to despise Aegon.

The king's second son was also a prince, and they understood this.

But the second prince's first choice for marriage was Selina of the Hightower family, and they were just foils.

With Margaery taking the lead, they immediately withdrew.

…

Several beautiful girls left in succession, and Aegon was dissatisfied and muttered: "Don't leave!"

He hadn't finished his wine yet, and the girl ran away.

When he turned around, there were only two girls from the Hightower and Beesbury families left.

One is called Selina Hightower. She is not beautiful, but she gives a fresh feeling and her every move is dignified and generous.

At first glance, she has a bit of Allison's style.

The other is called Anna Beesbury. She is a slightly fat girl with a cute smile.

Aegon looked at her obscurely and sat down dejectedly.

He actually likes the blonde beauty Margaery and Lannister. Their plump figures suit his preferences.

As for the remaining two, he had met the girl of the Beesbury family once when he went to the Reach for help during the last Battle of the Stepstones.

How to say it?

This girl is a bit silly, and he also hates that old man Lin Man.

Selina of the Hightower family is pretty, and her pair of white long legs are also very attractive.

But...

Aegon shook his head hurriedly, full of resistance: "I will never marry a woman from the Hightower family!"

...

At the same time.

Stormland, rainforest station.

"Knight patrol, make way!"

A team of more than a dozen Storm Knights rode to the gate of the camp, waving the banner embroidered with a crowned stag.

In a moment, the gate was opened from the inside, and the soldiers ran out to move the barricades.

The Storm Knights entered the camp.

After a while.

"Hiss..."

A brown mud dragon shadow crossed the sky and rushed out from the lush forest.

On the back of the dragon, the silver-haired boy was wearing light armor.

"Sheep thief, put me down!"

When he returned to the sky above the camp, Imond's eyes were full of light, and he slapped the mud dragon scales on his hands.

"Hiss..."

The sheep thief glanced at the driver and slowly landed on the ground.

After many days, this ugly mud dragon exuded a bloody smell, and its shriveled dragon head looked around.

Take a closer look, the keratin-covered abdomen is covered with large and small pits, as if it was hit by a volley of arrows.

Broad brown wings, with a basin-sized hole on one side of the wing membrane.

As you can imagine, the sheep thief has suffered from the war.

Aemond climbed down the dragon's back, raised his hand to rub the dragon's neck, and said proudly: "Good job, we burned another group of Dornishmen to death."

"Hiss..."

The sheep thief glanced at it, and his vertical pupils showed visible disgust. He moved his body and didn't bother to pay attention to the driver.

Ride on the dragon's back and rush wherever the firepower is strong!

Do you really think it is that dragon-eating species, or the old dragon that howls all night?

If it weren't for its hard scales, the dragon could withstand such abuse.

Watching the dragon crawling away, Aemond scratched his head awkwardly.

He called the soldiers guarding on the side and said arrogantly: "Go prepare goats for my dragon, change the taste today."

"Yes, Prince."

The soldier hurried to do it.

This ugly mud dragon is very ferocious, and it eats many Dornishmen every time on the battlefield.

Seeing the soldiers respect and fear him, Aemond raised his mouth, and his vanity was greatly satisfied.

Turned around and walked back to the tent.

At this time, Royce Cullen, who was wearing silver-gray armor, had been waiting for a long time.

Holding the helmet in one hand and pointing at the sand table with the other, he was trying to figure out the changes in the battle situation.

As an ancient family in the borderland, Royce has rich experience in commanding operations and always controls the overall situation in the Stormland.

"Lord Royce."

Aemond entered the tent and took the initiative to greet him.

"Prince."

Royce responded respectfully, and then said seriously: "The army will clear the path along the way, and will be able to attack from Crow's Nest in a few days to relieve the trapped Stonehelm."

Aemond frowned and pointed to the location of the rainforest on the sand table: "What should we do with the hidden Dorne detachment?"

"They are all small-scale combat teams and pose no threat."

Royce's thinking was clear, and he was intentional in teaching: "Our army has 3,000 cavalry, 5,000 archers, and 20,000 infantry. Together with Earl Swen of Stonehelm, we can solve the war as quickly as possible by attacking the Dorne soldiers surrounded by us from both sides."

He is the father of Lady Elena and the grandfather of Cassandra.

Aemond married his granddaughter, and as an elder, he should take care of her and teach her the knowledge of marching and fighting.

Hearing this, Aemond frowned even deeper.

At this time, the curtain was lifted, and a tall and handsome knight walked in.

The handsome knight had a kind face and gentle eyes. He bowed and greeted: "Lord Royce, His Royal Highness."

Emond glanced at him and curled his lips.

Royce had a complicated expression and asked: "Cole, Sir Lanino hasn't come yet?"

The handsome knight hesitated and replied: "Lannino is out, I don't know where he is."

He was not the White Knight far away in the Stepstones, Christon Cole.

Cole was his first name, and his last name was another one.

Royce nodded with doubt in his eyes.

Lannino's sexual orientation was well known.

Cole was born in an ordinary family and was knighted in the first Battle of the Stepstones.

The two hit it off and became a long-term partner.

Of course, Cole is the second partner, the latecomer is superior.

Before this, Lanino had a boyfriend who had been with him since childhood, Sir Joffrey.

Because of marriage, Joffrey was expelled from Tidehead Island by the sea snakes and was given a sum of money to drive him out of the narrow sea.

After marriage, Lanino was unwilling to be lonely and fell in love with the gentle and handsome proletarian knight Cole.

One paid money, the other worked hard, and they formed an underground relationship.

In the huge military camp, many people disliked the two of them and believed that they violated the faith of the Seven Gods and the honor of knights.

Aemond didn't like them.

Royce was worried that the two would lead his future grandson-in-law astray, and he implicitly rejected the two from having too much contact.

There were three people in the tent, and two of them released resistance.

Although he had long been accustomed to the strange eyes of others, Cole was still ashamed and lowered his head: "Lord Royce, the raven sent a message that the Dornish gathered thousands of people to attack Mistwood City."

Mistwood City is located in the southern rainforest of Cape Wrath and is the family land of the Mettelin family.

After saying this, Royce frowned slightly, and didn't have time to speak.

Aemond's eyes lit up, and he said hurriedly: "The defense of Mist Forest City is not as good as Stonehelm City. Which city should we support first?"