The Silver-Haired, Purple-Eyed Eldest Son

The maid who approached Jon was Sola. Sola knew that the people waiting outside were all of high status, so she could only reassure them in as calm a tone as possible. "My lords, the lady and the child are both very well, but I must take you inside first; it is the lady's request."

"If everything is fine, why can't I go in and take a look?" Mace said anxiously, a question that Davos and the others also had.

"Father-in-law, Margaery must have her reasons for making this request. Please wait here for a moment."

"What is this girl thinking? I could at least have a look at her as her father." Mace muttered to himself, but still agreed to Margaery's arrangement.

Seeing Jon and Sola leave, Davos was also puzzled. What had happened to Margaery that made her make such a strange arrangement, not even seeing her own father immediately?

"Hmph, maybe a Tyrion will be born," Alester muttered, but Mace still heard him.

"What did you say?!" Mace turned around coldly, as if she had been inflated.

"It's nothing."

"You're talking nonsense! I'll beat your stinking mouth to a pulp today!"

The large, stout Mace swung his massive fist and smashed it into Alester's face.

Davos tried to break up the fight but was stopped by Garlan. Garlan's reputation for bravery was well-deserved; his two strong arms reminded him of the iron chains on the Blackwater.

Jon had just left the room when he heard a commotion behind him.

However, he didn't pay much attention to it, and was also very curious as to why Margaery insisted on calling him over separately first.

Even though Margaery's delivery room was just a short walk away, Jon couldn't help but ask Sola what had happened.

Sola didn't know how to answer. She said with embarrassment, "Sir, we believe that Madam is not that kind of person. Perhaps the child has some illness. Please don't take it to heart."

How could I not be upset if my child got sick?! And what kind of person is Margaery anyway?

Jon knew that asking now would be pointless, so he quickened his pace toward Margaery's delivery room.

I walked a couple of steps but still felt it wasn't fast enough, so I simply started running.

Jon ran incredibly fast; Sola couldn't catch him at all.

When Jon arrived at the birthing room, the midwife, maester, monk, handmaid, and maid had already been taken into custody by Margaery's men.

Sensing the tense atmosphere in the air, Jon's doubts reached their peak.

What on earth happened?!

Could it be that we really gave birth to a monster?

After passing through the corridor, we entered the meticulously furnished delivery room, which was still filled with a faint smell of fish and herbs.

Margaery sat back on the bed, her face pale and her eyes filled with fear.

When she saw Jon arrive, she seemed hesitant to speak.

"Jon." Margaery's voice was weak and trembling, with a hint of wariness.

"How are you?" Jon, trying to keep his voice as calm and gentle as possible.

Hearing that Jon asked about her first instead of the children made her feel much better.

"I'm fine, but the baby—" Margaery tilted the swaddled baby slightly, letting the tiny head peek out from under her father's arms.

The moment Jon saw the baby's lanugo, his mind went blank—silver hair!

How could she have silver hair? No, silver hair doesn't matter, Alerie has silver hair, that makes sense.

Jon was mentally preparing himself.

He trusted Margaery; she would never allow herself to exclaim, "Margaery, you're a ruthless person!"

However, the silver hair was rather conspicuous at this sensitive time.

Just as he was beginning to process the fact that his eldest son had silver-gold hair, another feature struck him like a ton of bricks: this little thing, less than fifteen minutes old, had half-open, purple eyes!

Its purple eyes moved back and forth, as if it were surveying the world.

With her silver hair and purple eyes, it's no wonder Margaery was so flustered. She trusted no one, keeping all the maids and nuns under control, only feeling at ease when Jon was by her side.

"Jon, what should we do?"

Margaery's cry was not just a plea for help; she believed that Jon would not abandon her and her child, and she also believed that Jon believed in her and that she had never betrayed him.

If Jon hadn't been blind, he would have noticed that the child's nose and above resembled his father's, while his nose and below resembled his mother's.

It's this striking feature—silver hair and purple eyes—that catches people off guard.

Jon hesitated for a moment, then said to Margaery, "Wait for me."

He walked out of the delivery room and then ordered Sola and Sandor to guard it and not allow anyone to enter. He then ran quickly in another direction.

As soon as Jon left the delivery room, Mace ran over, her fists, which had sustained some scrapes, still trembling slightly.

"Jon! What happened! What's going on?"

"Father-in-law, Margaery is fine, and the baby is healthy. Please don't worry." After saying this, Jon ignored Mace's attempts to stop him and headed straight for his chamber.

Jon entered the secret chamber, which contained only a few items: six Dragon Egg, which he had obtained from Hidden Fire Peak in the Moon Mountains and Euron's Silence.

In addition, there is a Dragonbinder.

Jon picked out a pure white dragon egg with two bright red spots from the Dragon Egg, took it away, locked the secret chamber, and headed straight for the birthing room.

Mace was still waiting outside the delivery room, saw Jon rush back and shouted, "Jon, let me in! I am Margaery's father! I want to see my daughter!"

Jon ignored her and went straight into the delivery room.

Margaery in the delivery room felt like each day was an eternity; even a short absence from Jon made her heart leap into her throat.

Margaery looked at her sleeping son in her arms with a worried expression.

Silver hair is one thing, but what's with those purple eyes?

The former can be concealed, but the latter is completely impossible to explain.

Especially at this time, it's unclear how much trouble this will cause for both himself and Jon.

But at this moment, Margaery's maternal instincts surged, and her worries about the future quickly turned into love for her child.

Anyone who dares to harm her son will be made to pay the price, no matter what.

As Margaery was thinking this, she soon heard Jon's footsteps.

"Jon, where have you been—"

Before Margaery could finish speaking, she saw Jon holding a round object in his hand.

"Dragon eggs?" Margaery wondered, "What do you do with dragon eggs?"

When Jon placed the dragon egg under the light, Margaery realized that it wasn't a dragon egg from the Euron Serenity!

Suddenly, a flash of lightning struck her mind, and Margaery gasped as she looked at Jon.

Could it be!

"Jon, you are--"

"Yes, I am." Margaery's intelligence didn't surprise Jon too much. He continued, "Duke Eddard is actually my uncle, and my mother is Lyanna Stark."

"Then your father is Rhaegar! Rhaegar Targaryen!"

Margaery immediately thought of the name of Crown Prince Rhaegar.

This is simply because Robert relentlessly promoted the narrative for over a decade that Rhaegar was the rapist who raped Lyanna.

Seeing Margaery's complex and shifting expression, Jon said, "My father was not a rapist, and my mother never liked that fat Robert."

Seeing Jon's serious expression, Margaery quickly changed her tune. Even if Jon was glorifying Rhaegar, she would never allow the father of her child to be a bastard born of rape.

Jon's version was more respectable, and in fact, she leaned towards Jon's version; Rhaegar, who was always praised, couldn't possibly be that kind of person.

Jon placed the Dragon Egg in the baby's cradle and then said, "Margaery, my lady, I had intended to delay for another year or two, or even longer, but now it seems impossible. Though it is somewhat hasty, I will fight for the title of Targaryen, and I will fight for the Iron Throne."

"The Iron Throne— " Margaery murmured, a flush of excitement rising on her pale cheeks, her brown eyes shining even brighter.

At this point, whether Rhaegar Targaryen and Lyanna Stark had a wedding was no longer important. Even if they hadn't, Jon could never be a bastard.

Both of them now know that many nobles will be present when the child is baptized.

Putting everything else aside, Alester, Davos, and Melisandre are still in Casterly Rock.

They can dye the child's hair, but what about the eyes? Especially Melisandre, who can see the baby's gender through Margaery's belly; how much can hair dye really conceal it?

If we let them leave Casterly Rock, they'll definitely tell Stannis about it. If we don't let them leave, it's tantamount to admitting guilt without being asked, which is no different from openly confronting Stannis.

Once this silver-haired, purple-eyed child with Targaryen features makes his appearance, the consequences are unimaginable.

Since that's the case, why not strike first and notify Highgarden to launch a surprise attack on Brightwater Keep, thus eliminating this potential threat?

Ultimately, the two decided to gather all the nobles who had come to offer their congratulations and reveal the child's appearance directly to everyone.

Let's see who agrees and who disagrees.

Almost all the nobles of the Westerlands have come this time. If the struggle for the Iron Throne is to be won, there should be no dissenting voices within the Westerlands.

Jon and Margaery were having a private conversation in the delivery room, while those kept outside were filled with anxiety.

The sun shone its first rays sometime earlier, but Mace felt no drowsiness whatsoever.

Alerie bandaged his wounds herself, complaining slightly about her husband's recklessness. But when she heard that it was Alester who had spoken rudely first, she joined in the indignation.

If Stannis dared to charge Mace with treason because of this, he would only be standing against everyone.

Even if we take a step back and assume that Mace is deliberately causing trouble, Stannis, as the most powerful and well-equipped lord at present, would not act rashly.

What are those two kids talking about?!

With his wife on his side, Mace didn't feel much pain from her wounds; instead, she looked worriedly towards the delivery room. Davos was also comforting Alester, who had been beaten black and blue.

Just then, Sola came out of the delivery room.

He approached the Mace and said, "Your Grace, Your Highness, Lady Margaery wishes to see—"

Before Sola could finish speaking, Mace's overweight body burst forth with unprecedented speed, grabbing his wife's hand and rushing towards the delivery room, leaving Davos and Alester waiting anxiously.

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