A Letter from the Dragonstone

Daeren fell silent for a moment, his gaze flicking to Ser Jon.

"Did you say no? Did she say no?"

Ser Jon averted his eyes, shaking his head before nodding.

"I didn't say anything, she did."

Shayani couldn't understand their exchange and stated plainly, "Cersei Lannister is infatuated with you, but I don't think she's a good girl, nor is she suitable for you."

"Cersei is indeed quite dangerous."

Daeren secretly breathed a sigh of relief and introduced the farm to Shayani and the others.

Shayani, with her simple heart, was very curious about the natural scenery of Dragon Tongue Farm, touching and looking around like a child.

She had completely forgotten about Cersei.

"Why would she act childish? She doesn't have a heart."

Seeing Shayani's innocent and lively demeanor, Daeren's emotions were complex.

She was genuinely speaking from a sister's perspective, warning him not to get close to Cersei.

"Cersei, Cersei..."

Daeren knew all too well the ferocity of a lioness.

That 14-year-old girl had killed people before he had.

When Cersei was still at Casterly Rock, she and her good friends found the famous forest witch, "Toad," to divine the future.

Cersei asked if she could marry a prince in the future.

"Toad" told her that she would marry a king...

Her good friend asked if she could marry Jaime Lannister in the future.

A direct hit!

"Toad" told the other girl that she would die that very night.

The young girl was shocked and furious.

Cersei dragged her friend away angrily, and later...

That unfortunate girl never appeared again.

"Should I say Cersei's method of burying the body was skillful, or that teacher Tywin's ability to clean up the mess was strong?"

Daeren shook his head, too lazy to think about Lannister bullshit.

"Second Brother, your farm is so big!"

Jaeherys's eyes sparkled with joy as he looked at the novelties.

Viserys: "I saw a little hen."

He mimicked a chicken's cluck, then, with his backside sticking out, tried to crawl under the fence into the Chicken Coop.

Grape and Coconut, who were eating grass, were startled and flapped their wings, flying up to peck at the human child.

"Wuwuwu~~"

Viserys clutched his head, hiding behind Shayani.

Daeren slapped his forehead.

A precious scene of early mother hens defeating human toddlers?

Time came to 12:30 PM.

Daeren explained the simple rules for finding Easter eggs and called Shayani and his two younger brothers to get ready.

"Beep beep!"

The whistle blew, starting a two-minute timer.

...The whistle was blown by Ser Jon.

"One, two, three..."

Daeren walked along the edge of the farm, finding several Easter eggs in the weeds and bushes.

Before this, there wasn't a single Easter egg on the farm.

Fortunately, the farm was large, and Shayani and the others couldn't possibly explore it all, so they hadn't found any clues.

Just like the current Dragon Tongue Farm, it was very rudimentary, with only a cabin and a Chicken Coop, showing no signs of anything special.

Two minutes passed in a flash, one and a half minutes.

"Easter egg, Easter egg."

Viserys's eyes were fixed, scanning the ground intently.

He carried a small basket, which contained six Easter eggs.

Not bad luck at all.

"Viserys, how many did you find?"

Jaeherys spotted his younger brother from afar, his eyes darting as he walked over.

Viserys, without looking up, honestly replied, "Six. Pretty good, huh?"

"Great!"

Jaeherys, holding a basket, said, "Look, I have three, and you have six. Together we have nine, and we'll definitely beat our older siblings."

Viserys blinked and said, "Then give me your colored eggs."

Jaeherys had a flash of inspiration, a bright smile blooming on his face. "You're so young, Second Brother won't believe you found nine. Give me yours, and they won't suspect anything."

"Makes sense."

Viserys nodded, but he was reluctant to part with the colored eggs in his basket.

Second Brother had said.

The colored eggs hidden around the farm were laid by hens that ate special grass, and each one contained Vitality.

They were incredibly delicious.

"If I win the competition and get the prize, I'll give you all the colored eggs to eat."

Jaeherys saw through his younger brother's desires with a wink.

"Deal!"

Hearing that he'd get three free colored eggs, Viserys immediately agreed.

He handed over his six colored eggs.

Jaeherys put the eggs away and patted his brother's shoulder. "Don't worry, when I get the prize, all the eggs will be yours."

With that, he turned and left.

Viserys remained in place, envisioning the future, chuckling, "Thanks, Third Brother."

"Beep beep!"

Another whistle sounded, signaling the end of the competition.

Daeren reunited with his siblings and saw a smug Little Jay and a foolishly happy Viserys.

"When will this kid ever grow up?"

Daeren held no malice towards his younger brother, Viserys, only the concern one has for those needing special care.

"Second Brother, I have nine colored eggs."

Jaeherys popped out, smiling, "I won, right?"

"Oh?"

Daeren was surprised and looked at his basket.

Nine brightly colored eggs were piled up, almost overflowing.

But seeing the smug look on the kid's face, Daeren turned and saw Viserys's basket was empty.

"They were all found by me anyway."

Jaeherys, feeling a little guilty, stubbornly raised his chin.

If they were all found by you, why do you sound so unsure?

Daeren didn't expose him, giving him a look and saying, "Normally, you would have won."

In the game, finding nine colored eggs meant defeating Abi, the Great Egg Demon.

But unfortunately, a game is a game, and reality is reality.

They couldn't be confused.

Jaeherys followed his gaze and saw the basket Daeren had placed earlier. He began counting the eggs inside.

"One, two, three... ninety..."

The little guy's face grew darker as he counted. By the time he reached the twelfth egg, he exuded an aura of dejection.

He had lost!

"Alright, it's okay to lose, it's not shameful."

Daeren stepped forward to comfort them, arranging the eggs from the various baskets evenly and handing them to his two younger brothers. "Take them back and eat them. Half each, and no one is allowed to snatch."

Viserys: !!!

Jaeherys lowered his head in disappointment and picked up his basket.

"Princess, Your Highnesses, I should escort you back."

Ser Jon stepped forward at the opportune moment.

There was some distance between the farm and King's Landing, and they had to get the Princess and Princes into the city before dusk.

The two younger ones obediently got into the carriage, looking back reluctantly at their Second Brother, Daeren, as they left.

Children have sharp senses; they can tell who is protecting them.

Shayani was the last to get into the cart, carrying her basket in both hands. As she pulled the curtain shut, she took a serious look around the farm.

Daeren waved goodbye.

He thought, when Little Jay grows up, don't blame your brother for setting you up.

He has a foolish younger brother, and I have an elder sister who doesn't take anything seriously.

As a reward, it wasn't shabby.

After the people left, a mysterious grand prize for the Easter egg hunt winner appeared in the mailbox.

A Straw Hat!

[Straw Hat: A farmer's favorite hat, shielding from summer heat and winter cold.]

Acquisition Condition: Win the Easter game.

Daeren examined it with delight, then flipped the Straw Hat onto his head.

In an instant, the scorching midday sun softened, and the cool spring breeze grew gentle, regulating the external climate.

"Amazing!"

Daeren praised it endlessly.

This Straw Hat could shield him from the effects of normal weather, so he no longer had to worry about working or fishing under the hot sun.

Extreme weather was another matter.

"Apart from its ordinary appearance, it's perfect."

Daeren put away the Straw Hat, not planning to wear it all the time.

The Straw Hat was for farmers; he was playing the role of a prince.

As some people left, others arrived.

"Prince, Prince, I've brought you a reply from Dragonstone."

Lord Owen arrived, panting, clutching a letter in his hand.

Daeren took the envelope and opened it, revealing a dozen lines of delicate script.

It roughly stated: an invitation to Dragonstone, with a warm welcome.

"It's obvious Rhaegar didn't write this letter," Daeren scoffed.

Rhaegar's handwriting wasn't like this, nor would he waste ink.

Lord Owen, sweating profusely, chuckled sheepishly, "It's a reply from Dragonstone, at least. I rushed it to you as soon as the acting maester received it."

"Thank you for your trouble, my lord."

Daeren took out a basket and presented it to him.

Inside the basket were about four or five Easter eggs.

Lord Owen was taken aback, a wave of bittersweet emotion rising in his heart. He said gratefully, "You are always so courteous, Prince."

After seeing him off, Daeren carefully examined the contents of the letter.

From the wording, he deduced it was written by his sister-in-law, Dorne's Princess Elia Martell.

Daeren gazed into the distance. "My dear elder brother, you have indeed married a good wife."

I hope you won't disappoint her again.