Nine Voyages Hall.
The feast continued, gradually reaching its height amid music and dancing.
At the head table, Viserys wore a broad smile, feeling inexplicably relieved.
His nephew had tamed Vermithor, while Laenor's Seasmoke had been badly wounded and lost its fighting strength.
Even excluding Caraxes, ridden by Daemon, the royal family's number of Dragonriders now matched that of the Velaryon Family.
He was the King on the Iron Throne, with no fewer than eight hundred or a thousand vassals under his rule.
The Velaryon Family's fleet alone was no longer something to fear.
"Look, your eldest son is dancing up a storm on the floor."
Viserys chuckled and pointed at the finely dressed heir of House Strong.
Following his finger, Lyonel saw his eldest son Harwin squeezed among a group of young nobles, surrounding the dancing Rhaenyra.
She was distracted, clearly only going through the motions.
Yet his eldest son seemed bewitched, staring at her without blinking.
Lyonel frowned and quietly reminded him, "Your Majesty, do not forget Lord Corlys's true purpose in inviting you here."
It was a rather stiff change of subject.
Because he did not want to see his eldest son pursue the Princess.
Compared to the Velaryons and the great noble houses across the realm, House Strong's foundations were still shallow.
His eldest son possessed nothing but martial prowess, lacking the corresponding political acumen.
Approaching the Princess rashly would only harm himself and the entire family.
The corner of Viserys's mouth curled up as he deliberately teased him. "Let me guess. Is the so-called strongest 'Breakbones' not a fine choice?"
Lyonel fell silent outright and offered no answer.
"Haha, never mind, then."
Seeing the Hand being so solemn, Viserys laughed in satisfaction.
What he feared most was that, after becoming Hand, Lyonel would develop improper