Chapter 289: Feast at the Black Palace

The coronation ceremony of Aegon III Targaryen started and ended strangely.

Even until Aegon III formally met with the nobles and craftsmen of the capital and symbolically handled political affairs, this sense of weirdness did not ease.

"Aegon's succession to the throne is a compromise of the royal family to all nobles who insist on male priority inheritance."

This is what the elderly Duke Kermit Tully said to Earl Benjiko worriedly after walking out of the throne room: "I suspect that inviting Prince Longzel to crown His Majesty Aegon is also a compromise."

Benjiko added in a low voice: "It should be right. If the order is passed down according to Queen Rhaenyra's rules, when Prince Baelor clearly will not inherit the throne, it should be Princess Rhaenyra and Princess Elena who will compete for the throne. Then the next generation of kings"

The two oldest lords whispered for a while. A clear female voice came from behind.

"Lord Kermit, Lord Benjiko."

It was Serena Varese, she was wearing a complicated purple court dress, and she walked between the two princes with a smile.

"Princess Serena, do you have anything to say?" Duke Kermit also smiled and bowed to the beauty who was known as the "light of the border" in a gentlemanly manner.

"My father will hold a banquet at the Black Palace tonight. Her Majesty the Queen and the Prince of Dragonstone will also be there. His Majesty the King needs to complete the vigil and the night watch of the coronation ceremony, so he cannot be there. I wonder if we have the honor to invite the nobles of the Riverlands."

"I'd love to, Princess." Kermit Tully agreed, but still said with a headache: "But I can't guarantee that Earl Darry and Earl Rostan will go to the Black Palace. As far as I know, they have accepted the invitation of Earl Stokeworth and Earl Rostan to accompany His Majesty the King to keep vigil."

"It doesn't matter. It's our honor that you can come."

Serena smiled and lifted her skirt, and walked towards the gathering place of the nobles of the Vale and the West.

Dagon Greyjoy looked at the boy in front of him with some surprise.

As a marginal force in the kingdom, the nobles of the Iron Islands are regarded as robbers and barbarians by all the nobles on the mainland, and they also disdain to work with the "soft-footed shrimps" of the Green Land. But now it is clear that the two dragon king families rule the land, sky and sea. If the Iron Islands do not obey, the sea and longships that once protected the Iron Islands in the Seven Kingdoms era will no longer protect them.

Dragon flames will destroy the palace of the Drowned God. Those who can only baptize believers with sea water have no way to raise storms and tsunamis and summon sea monsters to resist dragons as the legend says.

Therefore, including the "Red Sea Monster" King Dalton, the nobles of the Iron Islands have lived in fear in recent years. Even the pirates who most respect the ancient ways dare not propose to go out to sea to plunder in recent years-fortunately, the conquest of the Stepstones and the Disputed Lands and the complete destruction of the war of the three daughters have brought a huge amount of wealth and abundant population to the Iron Islands.

Even if large-scale plundering is stopped, relying on trade and smelting, the Iron Islands have lived quite comfortably in recent years. Even Dagon Greyjoy himself can wear gold and silver-at least in appearance, he is no worse than those inland nobles.

But in the eyes of the nobles, they are still a group of clowns.

A group of bloody barbarians. So every time they gathered to go to the Iron Throne, they would always try to make themselves less noticeable.

But this time, they were blocked by a tall, thin, silver-haired boy.

As Dagon's coach, Chief Harro stepped forward. He could recognize that the boy was most likely a member of the royal family, but he didn't know which one.

"Your Highness, what do you want?" Chief Harlo said cautiously, "The Iron Islands are a long way away, and our Chief Dalton is about to reach the end of his route. We need to return to the Iron Islands as soon as possible."

"I am Igor Vareses." Igor did not hide his identity and said directly, "My grandfather will hold a banquet at the Black Palace tonight. Chief Dalton fought for the kingdom in the war. We have all seen the loyalty and bravery of the descendants of the Drowned God, so on behalf of the family, I invite you to the Black Palace. My grandfather will treat you with the most mellow liquor and the largest pieces of barbecue."

"You are Igor, the little bad guy of Vareses?" Dagun laughed and signaled Harlo to let him go. But Dagun's heart sounded the alarm.

Igor's reputation is not very good. People who have come into contact with the heir of the Varese family say that although Igor looks polite and delicate, even a little like a girl, everyone will immediately realize that this child is definitely not as delicate and gentle as he looks when they see his lower three whites.

This is a tough character.

Although Dagun himself has never come into contact with Igor and does not know whether this rumor is true, it is enough to make him cautious.

"It is an honor that my nickname has reached the ears of the son of the sea monster." Igor smiled and responded: "Don't worry, I am only inviting you on behalf of my grandfather."

Dagun nodded "gratefully": "Your Highness Igor, please thank the great Prince Longzel for me, we will definitely attend on time."

Igor smiled and nodded, making way.

Red Castle.

Not every noble left the Red Castle.

The nobles from the conquered lands are still in the Red Castle, as well as the nobles who support Aegon.

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The nobles of the conquered lands were also divided into several factions. Some were alone, some were mixed with the nobles who supported Aegon, and some had already left and were preparing to go to the Black Palace for a banquet.

Eustace Osgrey stood alone by the window, holding a glass of red wine in his hand, looking at the crowd that laughed from time to time with some envy.

"Eustace, why are you here?" A familiar voice came.

"Wyman?" Earl Eustace looked at the fat man who slowly moved over with some surprise: "Didn't you go to the Black Palace for a banquet with Lord Rowan and others?"

"I'm worried about you." Wyman Webber muttered, "Why are you still alone."

"I can't get into their circle." Eustace sighed.

Wiman Weber looked at his tall, handsome friend with some sadness: "So why don't you go to the banquet hosted by His Royal Highness Longzel? I remember Princess Serena also came to your place."

Eustace shook his head with a wry smile: "If the Red Lion and the Ball don't nod, how can we guys bypass them to attend the prince's banquet."

He raised his head with a wry smile and sighed.

"I won back the land for my family, but lost the glory, Weber, do you think it's all worth it?"