Rhaenyra The face of his father flashed in his mind.
That smiling face.
When everyone praised Baelon, he was proud, proud and pleased.
Alicent didn't ask any further questions and stared at Rhaenyra quietly with his black eyes.
Rhaenyra turned over and lay on her back on her Fertile thighs, which were as soft as farmland.
The hot wind blew by, Heart Tree rustled, and the shade of the trees was like a canopy, sheltering the two people from the blazing sun.
The blue sky above Alicent was replaced by the scarlet Heart Tree that blocked out the sun. She lowered her head and stared at Rhaenyra quietly.
A little itchy.
Rhaenyra stretched out his hand to push aside Alicent's hanging curly hair, and the same fragrance from her hair floated on the tip of her nose.
Viserys selected special perfume for House Targaryen, and she gave several bottles to Alicent.
Since then, Alicent has always been surrounded by this fragrance.
Godswood fell into silence.
Half a moment.
Rhaenyra couldn't hold it back and broke the silence.
"My father... he thought he had the House Targaryen rare Dreamwalker talent."
"Dreamwalker?" Alicent heard it from Viserys.
Rhaenyra explained, "Dreamwalker's dream is different and will come true. His dream makes him firmly believe that he will have a son, the prophesied prince, who will board Iron Throne in iron and fire."
"Therefore, he frantically pursued a son, a mother..."
"My mother... became the vessel for him to conceive the prince. Aemma·Arryn of Vale of Arryn seems to be no longer his wife, or even a person."
Alicent bit her lip. Should she persuade Rhaenyra to stop her misunderstanding of Viserys, or should she blow up the sails like a strong wind and encourage her dissatisfaction with Viserys?
Rhaenyra's voice was still ringing in my ears, "When my mother was pregnant, she had 8 maids, 10 attendants, 2 bachelors who served her wholeheartedly, and Mellos Grand Maester, sounds good, right?"
"But in the eyes of these people, only the child in her belly is the only one who cares about her."
Rhaenyra smiled bitterly, "I thought I was my mother's guardian, but in the end, I couldn't do anything."
Alicent Listen quietly to Rhaenyra.
Rhaenyra said, "Father opened her belly and took out Baelon."
"Baelon..."
Rhaenyra Close your eyes.
What he has done in the past 6 years, his innate intelligence, and his reputation as being loved by the Kingdom.
"Every compliment he receives seems to prove that my father did nothing wrong."
She could sense that her father's guilt towards her mother was gradually disappearing.
The better Baelon does it, the more Viserys believes he is the prophesied prince and the king destined to be born.
So what does her mother's death mean?
A necessary sacrifice?!
Who is her mother?
The vessel that gave birth to the prophesied prince?!
Alicent wiped away the tears that overflowed from the corners of Rhaenyra's eyes more and more gently, with a look of distress on his face.
Rhaenyra shed tears in pain, "A few days ago, on Small Council, I seemed to believe that Baelon was the prophesied prince, the destined king..."
But almost at the same time, her mother's face flashed across her mind like lightning across the sky.
Rhaenyra instantly clenched the wine glass, feeling disgusted with himself in his chest, nauseated by his thoughts at that moment.
Now she is the only one standing by her mother's side. How can she think like this? What is the difference between this and betrayal?!
"It's not your fault, Rhaenyra." Alicent sighed softly.
Rhaenyra said nothing.
She looked at the clear sky and the blood-red Weirwood tree crowns.
Several black shadows flew across the sky, and a beautiful Mountain Bluebird landed on Weirwood, staring at the two of them with its head tilted.
Rhaenyra's pain was accompanied by tears. She unconsciously thought, would she be like her mother?
Like countless women, he died in childbirth.
She let out a long breath in the salty and wet wind.
No.
She has a dragon.
She can escape from all this.
"Let's leave after the war is over." Rhaenyra looked at the sky and said suddenly.
"What?"
Rhaenyra said, "Ride on the dragon and travel around freely. You are not bound by anything."
"We can go to Free Cities, face the freezing rain of Braavos, see the wisteria garden of Pentos and Bofanta, see the elephants of Qohor, and pursue the remains of Old Valyria in Volantis."
"We can go to the Dothraki Sea, swim on the endless sea of grass, and see flowers all over the mountains and fields."
"Even Asshai for Shadow Lands."
"It's just the two of us, what do you think?" She looked at Alicent expectantly.
She has no responsibilities, so she can drop everything and travel around the world with her friends.
How lucky she is that she also has Alicent, her closest friend, who has shared nearly 10 years of youth with her and has always stood by her side and listened to all her worries.
Alicent The palm of his hand unconsciously touched his slightly bulging abdomen.
"No, Rhaenyra."
"What?!"
Rhaenyra stood up suddenly. She didn't expect that Alicent would refuse!
She heard Alicent say.
"Rhaenyra, I... I'm pregnant."
Baelon was always uneasy, which prompted him to seek more adequate preparations.
For example, I don't know whether a customized eye mask will work or not.
For another example, ask "Sea Snake" Corlys about the maritime war.
He never participated in the war.
Corlys said, "For a dragon, all you have to do is fall from the sky and spit Dragonfire."
Baelon frowned, "But I can't just do this."
Corlys raised his eyebrows and answered patiently, "There is no difference between fighting on land and fighting at sea."
"How come there is no difference?"
Corlys smiled and said, "Prince, what do you think a naval battle is?"
"The fleets collided with each other? A dense swarm of bows and arrows, hurling stones?"
"No, if there were no dragons, war at sea would just be about joining the ship and boarding the ship."
He drew his sword and "then fought hand to hand as on land."
"It's just that war at sea is more dangerous. You can retreat and escape on land, but you can't retreat on the sea and you can only fight to the death."
"So," Corlys said, "People at sea are even more desperate when fighting."
"Oh, right!"
"There are also people wearing armor," he said with a smile. "Once they fall into the water, they will be swallowed by the sea water and will surely die."
Baelon frowned.
Logically speaking, he has seen this war and he can guess the outcome.
In history, Rome and Carthage and Punic Wars can only be said to be very similar to today.
Westeros is like Italian Peninsula in history, Rome, the unified power in the north, is Westeros, and Italian City-States in the south is Dorne.
And Free Cities is like North Africa Carthage Homeland, Carthage is exactly the city-state system.
Stepstones corresponds to Sicily and Middle Islands in history.
Multiple city-states on Sicily formed an alliance to control the strait, collect heavy taxes and plunder.
What is even more coincidental is that the Sicily city-state in the middle of the two continents is allied with Italian City-States in the south and Carthage on the other continent.
Kingdom of the Three Daughters on Essos allied with Dorne to control Stepstones.
This moment is exactly like that moment.
But in recent days, his eyelids have been twitching.
suddenly.
Ser Harrold found him, "Baelon Prince, Your Majesty invites you to come over to discuss something."
Baelon nodded and went to Viserys's bedroom.
Along the way, he secretly guessed what was going on.
Could it be the reply from Iron Islands?