In the hall, Viserys, who was sitting in the main seat, fell into a long silence. How could he not know that Daemon was making plans for Aegon the Younger.
Daemon said.
"We are Targaryen."
"Dragonkind's bloodline has its own rules."
"For us, keeping our bloodline pure is a necessary means to control the dragon."
"Rhaenyra..." Viserys finally spoke in a weak voice, "Does she know that you... betrayed her?"
"I have never betrayed." Daemon replied calmly. "I am just loyal to my family, loyal to Targaryen, and loyal to my own blood."
"Rhaenyra can make those... compromises, those dangerous decisions for the sake of her children."
"And I, I will help her correct herself and hold her before she slips into the abyss."
Viserys stared at his younger brother, trying to read the true intention from that face.
"You still have two daughters." The king asked suddenly, "Baela and Rhaenyra. Their surnames are also Targaryen, and they also have dragons..."
"Won't they marry Lucerys and Joffrey?"
"Have you made any plans for them?"
Daemon's expression suddenly cracked.
"I'll find a way."
"But not now. Now, we have to stop what's most urgent first."
Viserys sighed deeply
"Tomorrow..."
"Tomorrow on Iron Throne, I will revise this decision."
"The engagement of Jacaerys is cancelled, and the engagement of Aegon the Younger and Isera is announced..."
"This evil guy... let me do it."
"Rhaenyra wants to blame, but he also blames me."
Daemon nodded and stood up.
At the same time, in the study room on the top floor of Hand's Tower, the candlelight stayed on all night.
Otto·Hightower is sitting behind the desk, handling government affairs.
Larys·Stron stood in front of him, leaning on a cane, without saying a word. He was quiet, patient, and dormant.
Lord Hand Otto, while looking at the document in his hand, asked, "Do you think the new bachelor, Orvel, is reliable?"
Larys smiled slightly and answered.
"He is fifty-two years old and specializes in pharmacy and anatomy, which is a very high honor among bachelors."
"More importantly, he owns three properties in King's Landing, a house in Oldtown, and investments in Lannisport."
"In addition, he has three lovers and five illegitimate children."
"Once people have so many concerns, it's easy to become... submissive."
Otto finally raised his head, his white beard glowing silver in the candlelight.
"You did a great job."
"I'm just trying my best, Lord Hand." Larys bowed slightly.
"After all, what we need now is not a stubborn old man, but a bachelor who knows how to prepare potions and how to cooperate with us."
"What's more, His Majesty is in pain now and cannot make a clear decision..."
At this moment, the study door was pushed open.
There was no knock on the door, no announcement, not even the sound of footsteps.
Aemond·Targaryen just walked in.
After seeing the person clearly, Larys immediately lowered his head. "Your Highness, it seems that you and Hand of the King have something to discuss, so I will take my leave first."
"Wait."
Aemond looked at Larys who was leaning on his crutches and trying to leave, and suddenly shouted.
Larys stopped and looked at His Highness Prince with a smile.
"Meuros's death," Aemond said slowly.
"Does it have anything to do with you?"
The room became quiet.
The smile on Larys's face did not change at all.
"Why did Your Highness say this?"
"Meuros Bachelor was seventy-four years old. He passed away peacefully in his sleep a month ago."
"I'm asking you," Aemond approached him.
"Meuros's death was arranged by you?"
The silence was longer this time.
Larys raised his head and looked at Aemond.
"I am just trying my best to serve Greens, Your Highness."
"Meuros Bachelor is too old and his thinking has become rigid."
"Sometimes, change needs a little push."
Aemond stared at him for a long time, and finally, Aemond nodded.
"He is my teacher after all." Prince's voice was very soft, with a hint of complex emotions that was almost inaudible.
"But you're right, he's too old and too stubborn."
"Thank you, Your Highness, for your understanding."
Aemond turned around and walked towards the desk:
"Back off."
Larys bowed, turned and left with a cane. It wasn't until the study door was closed again that the sound completely disappeared.
Otto leaned back in the chair and said, "You scared him."
"No." Aemond looked at Lord Hand Otto and said, "He is very bold and dares to kill his father and brother."
"Meuros's death? Was it Lord Hand, did you arrange for him to do it?"
Otto was silent for a while and said, "He proposed it to me."
Aemond didn't say anything and smiled.
"Sit down." Hand of the King pointed to the chair opposite, "You came here late at night not just to question Larys, right?"
Aemond sat down and spoke directly.
"Grandpa, you asked the new bachelor to give His Majesty so much flower milk?"
Otto frowned deeply. "Bachelor Orvel said that flower milk is necessary."
"Without analgesics, His Majesty can't even last a day."
Aemond suddenly asked.
"What do you think of Regent?"
Lord Hand Otto nodded and said, "His Majesty is already unconscious. For the sake of Seven Kingdoms, this is the best choice."
"It's just that Rhaenyra is Crown Prince..."
Aemond said coldly, "Then let my mother, Queen Alicent, come and care for the king Regent who is lying on the hospital bed."
"Rhaenyra She dare not stay here King's Landing..."
"If she insists on staying at King's Landing, that's better."
Otto frowned.
"Let mother Regent first, after his death..."
"We amend the will."
Otto took a deep breath after hearing this.