The afternoon sun slanted in from the high windows of the iron Throne Room.
Black and green.
On the right, Rhaenyra is standing at the front in a plain white dress. Her back is straight and her chin is slightly raised. But
Daemon·Targaryen stood beside her. He was wearing dark red clothes and looked at the Greens people opposite him with half-squinted eyes.
Behind him are Rhaenyra's three eldest sons.
On the left, it's a different scene.
Otto·Hightower Hand of the King stood at the front, wearing a white robe with gold thread, and her gray hair was combed meticulously.
Aemond stood aside, wearing a black hunting suit with a sword on his waist, quietly staring at the opposite side.
Helaena·Targaryen stood next to Aemond. She was wearing a light blue dress today and her long silver hair was rolled up loosely.
Aegon·Targaryen and his fiancée, Miss Aelin·Velaryon, stood next to Hand of the King.
And the smallest Daeron·Targaryen stood behind everyone.
At this moment, no one spoke in Iron Throne.
The silence was broken by the nobles coming in one after another.
The nobles lowered their heads one by one, walked hurriedly, and most of them silently moved to stand over Greens.
There were only five or six nobles, and after a brief hesitation, they walked to the empty space behind Blacks.
Seeing the current situation, Rhaenyra gritted his teeth secretly.
She knew that Greens had been operating in King's Landing for many years, and she knew that people's hearts were changing all the time, but seeing this scene with her own eyes, her heart still felt like being knocked by Iron Hammer.
These nobles who once flattered and smiled in front of her and called her "Realm's Delight".
No one is on her side anymore.
Two years ago, Vaemond·Velaryon was executed by Aemond at Throne Room. The old man's blood was splashed all over the floor, and her reputation was also stained.
She took a breath, forced herself to straighten up straighter, and raised her chin higher, like a swan.
It doesn't matter, as long as today is over...
As long as the father confirms the inheritance rights of Aegon the Younger in public, these idiots will know which way the wind should blow.
The future of the kingdom is ultimately on her side.
"Heh."
A clear chuckle broke the silence.
Daemon tilted his head, his eyes swept over Otto, paused on Aemond's face, and then glanced at the dark group of nobles behind Greens.
"The battle is not small, isn't it?"
Otto turned his face sideways and met Daemon's gaze.
"The prince was joking. Iron Throne is a place where political affairs are discussed. The large number of people means that there are also many people who care about state affairs."
"We are just standing where we are and maintaining what needs to be maintained."
He paused and turned his eyes to Rhaenyra:
"For example, the legal system of the kingdom. For example, the order of succession."
Daemon's smile deepened and he said no more.
He has a clear mind.
After so many years of operation, Greens has almost won the hearts of Crownlands and King's Landing.
Now standing in this hall, apart from the king on Iron Throne, who else is really looking towards Rhaenyra?
The common people in King's Landing ridiculed and laughed at Rhaenyra, those songs and rumors in the market...
They are all carefully designed attacks by Rhaenyra.
Otto This old fox has been busy all these years.
"His Majesty is here!"
The guards at the door spoke loudly.
All the nobles bowed their heads.
At the door, Queen Alicent supported King Viserys I, walking towards Iron Throne step by step.
Queen was only two days old after giving birth, and her face was still pale and weak. She wore a dark green velvet dress. The noble maids behind her followed carefully and caught the hem of Queen's skirt.
The king, who was supported by Queen, was panting. He drank a lot of flower milk before coming.
Although Grand Bachelor Orvel suggested that he lie in bed and take a good rest, he had to make decisions about these things today.
Viserys I wore half a gold mask today, covering the ulcerated part of his left face.
The right side of his face was as gray as death, his eye sockets were sunken, and he was breathing heavily with every step he took.
Behind him, five white-robed iron guards followed, their armor clanking.
The leader, Ke Lys ton·Ser Cole, followed silently.
Iron Throne had been covered with thick cushions by the attendants. Viserys almost fell into it.
The king's turbid eyes raised their eyes with great effort and scanned the two rows of black and green people below.
He was so tired, there was soreness and numbness in the seams of his bones, and the dizziness and pain caused by Milk of the Poppy were intertwined, making his eyesight go black.
He didn't want to talk nonsense anymore and didn't have the energy to deal with it.
"First thing."
The king opened his mouth and declared bluntly:
"I declare to cancel the engagement between Jacaerys·Velaryon and Helaena·Targaryen."
Buzz.
Greens There was a slight commotion over there.
Otto, Suspense flashed across his eyes.
He quickly glanced at the king on the throne, and then quickly lowered his eyes.
This is not part of the plan.
Why did the king suddenly cancel the engagement? Who influenced him?
Aemond couldn't believe it, his purple pupils shrank into needlepoints.
Aemond's eyes met immediately.
There was a faint smile on Daemon·Targaryen's face.
It's him...
Helaena next to him said softly "ah" and then covered his mouth.
A real, relieved blush quickly faded away on her cheeks, and even her eyes lit up for a moment.
She subconsciously leaned closer to Aemond, quietly grabbed his sleeve with her fingers, and pulled.
Aemond turned back to look at her happily and nodded.
Next to Iron Throne, on Queen's seat, Alicent's arm supporting her husband trembled slightly.
A trace of joy flashed in her eyes, this old fool finally woke up for once?
Do you know you can't give your daughter away to those illegitimate children?
Blacks Here, Jacaerys's body shook violently, as if he had been punched by someone. His face was angry, but he lowered his head and did not dare to show it.
Beside them, Lucerys and Joffrey couldn't suppress the anger on their faces.
"Stand still."
"Many people are watching."
Daemon said seriously, without even looking back at them. The young Velaryons fell silent.
"His Majesty!"
Rhaenyra cried out, took a step forward, the blood on his face faded, and asked, "What did you say? This engagement was made by you yourself! After Tidepool Island, you personally..."
"This is my decision now."
Viserys interrupted her.
He didn't look at his daughter's shocked face, he just panted and gathered his next breath.
He spoke very laboriously, and every word seemed to be forced out of his lungs:
"The second thing..."
The sound of a needle dropping could be heard in the hall. Everyone's heart was in their throats and they listened with bated breath.
"Another engagement."
Viserys was breathing heavily and spoke intermittently, coughing in between. "Rhaenyra's child...Aegon... is married to my daughter...Isera..."
There was another muffled intake of breath.
The king's behavior today is truly unusual.
Cancel one thing first and then set up another one?
Viserys Turned his head with difficulty, the golden mask glowed strangely in the dim light.
He looked at Queen beside him, and his voice was so low that it was almost inaudible:
"Dear... you won't object, right?"
Alicent hesitated.
She glanced at the core of Greens in the audience - father Otto, sons Aemond, Aegon. She saw that they all lowered their heads and remained silent, with no sign of immediate opposition.
After all, this was proposed by the king, and the target was his newly born daughter Isera...
Tying the youngest sons of Isera and Rhaenyra together is, to a certain extent, a kind of restraint or even a kind of fusion?
Queen bit his lower lip and nodded in agreement.