Hundreds of speedboats sailed southward, while giant dragons hovered high in the sky.
Shadows passed by like black clouds, covering the ships.
Baelon patted Vermithor, and the dragon quickly swept in front of all the long ships, and the strong wind it stirred up was enough to shake every Ironborn's heart.
The giant dragon's wings cut through the sea water, moving forward without hesitation, dragging out the white foam waterway.
"Vermithor." Baelon said softly.
The giant dragon flapped its wings violently and climbed upwards, and the huge waves set off by the strong wind seemed to be pressing down from the clouds.
"Wind...Storm God..." Ironborn were frightened and didn't know how to avoid it.
Vermithor moved forward indomitably, breaking through the huge waves, splitting the sea water with its wings.
The sky was full of white foam hitting the deck of the ship. The sailors were soaked and their legs were weak.
They trembled as they watched the dragon soar into the sky and into the clouds.
This is the dragon, and the vast sky belongs to it.
Even the sea gave way and allowed the dragon to stir up the sea and stir up violent winds.
The ship was still rocking and the sails were tearing, but Qhobot's eyes were bright and he laughed heartily, "Ironborns!"
"Look!"
"The gods have become Ironborn's allies!"
Under this god-like power, many Ironborns felt fanaticism deep in their eyes.
"Baelon King!" they shouted.
Sunset Sea echoed with shouts, and the shouts went straight into the clouds.
In the clouds.
Baelon lowered his eyes with a cold expression.
Ser Harrold is worried.
He frowned in pain, racked his brains, and finally found a topic, "Prince, Ironborn is fickle, has no chivalry, and their loyalty cannot be trusted."
"Let Barren·Greyjoy and his nephew join Qhobot's ship, will they kill..."
Baelon laughed and comforted, "It's okay, Ser Harrold."
"Ironborn can't fight each other. I believe Captain Qhobot will be fine."
Ser Harrold He wanted to speak but stopped, he stopped talking but he wanted to.
Having said that, there are many examples of Ironborns fighting each other for treasures and Salt Wifes.
He didn't believe Baelon Prince hadn't heard of it.
Vermithor puffs up its sail-like wings and glides on the air current.
Baelon does know that the parents of Qhobot are slave workers. Even if the custom is established, any child of a slave worker born in Iron Islands is also Ironborn.
But there are still many Ironborn and pastors who believe that the children of slave workers should have their throats slit and dedicated to Drowned God.
Compared with those ancient and powerful families in Iron Islands, as well as the originally prestigious Baron Greyjoy, Qhobot is not a suitable candidate to lead Iron Fleet.
He doesn't care.
Baelon's thoughts couldn't help but go back to a few days ago.
At that time, he was beside Shallow Sea, scrubbing Vermithor's toes, which made his whole body sore and even more tiring than a day of martial arts training.
There were footsteps behind me.
Baelon asked, "How is it?"
Ser Harrold approached, "Salt Wife..."
"No need to call them Salt Wife," Baelon interrupted, "I am not Ironborn, I devoutly believe in Seven, Sir."
"Seven does not recognize Salt Wife's customs. Those women are just victims of robbery and rape."
Therefore, Baelon returned the freedom of those 21 young and beautiful women.
Allow them to choose to go home, remarry, go to Motherhouse, or work in King's Landing.
Ser Harrold changed his words and said, "Among those women, only three of them want to go home and have a look."
The parents of the others had already died, and many of them died in front of them.
"Twelve people are willing to go to King's Landing to work and start a new life, and two people want to go to Motherhouse to remain chaste and repent for the rest of their lives."
"Where are the other 4 people?" Baelon asked.
Ser Harrold opened his mouth and said hesitantly, "They said that their master was very kind to them. He kept them well fed and was willing to give them silk and silver jewelry."
Baelon turned around, "So?"
"So I want to return to my former master."
Baelon frowned. If you wanted to save trouble, just hand those four women back to Ironborn. They would have asked for any consequences themselves.
If he was taken away by force in the name of doing their best, they might even resent him.
He is not even willing to take responsibility for Rhaenyra's life, let alone a group of women he has never met before.
But, "Let them have enough to eat?"
Baelon sighed and asked a few more questions, "How old are the four women? Were they forcibly taken away? How many years have they been Salt Wife?"
Ser Harrold was stunned and said, "I'll go and ask for details now."
"Wait."
Baelon picked through the package on the dragon's back and selected 17 small brooches, gold hair accessories, and dozens of Silver Stag.
"Sir, give these things to those women quietly without being seen."
"Think of brooches and hair accessories as my dowry for them."
Seven Kingdoms The king is the guardian of the whole territory and has the obligation to protect his people. These things are even Iron Throne owes them.
"You tell the remaining four people that if they have no place to go or are worried about their future lives, I will find them a yard and find someone to teach them weaving or cooking."
Ser Harrold nodded vigorously, "Prince, don't you go and see them yourself?"
Baelon shook his head and sighed inwardly.
He can only offer these meager, false kindnesses, and he has no shame to act as a savior in front of those scarred women?!
Iron Throne should have protected them.
If they expressed their feelings, cried out about their pain, and prayed for justice, how would he respond?
He was speechless.
The king's first heir, instead of killing those who bullied them, reused Ironborn and gave them the glory of war?!
How could he have the right to use his hypocritical kindness to stand firm in front of that group of women?
Ser Harrold took the order and left. After a while, Qhobot took the two of them to the beach.
"Baelon King, these two boys were dishonest on the ship and have been clamoring to see you!"
Baelon,"Barren, Dalton?"
He waved his hand and signaled Qhobot to leave.
"That night on the tidal flat, you asked Doerlong if he wanted to go to King's Landing with you, but now you just threw us on the boat."
Barren said bluntly, "You hate Ironborn, right?"
Baelon did not refute. He did think that Baron Greyjoy would lead Iron Fleet, and Dalton·Greyjoy would go to King's Landing as hostages.
But before Kingsmoot, he had a few words with Dalton and finally changed his mind.
Baelon said in a surprised tone, "Isn't my attitude obvious?"
He said calmly, "I led the sailors into the holy land, Vermithor crushed Nagga's Bones, humiliated Drowned God priest, held a bonfire party, and ridiculed the captain in public."
"Let you two Ironborn die with honor."
"My arrogance and hypocrisy towards Ironborn," he asked in confusion, "Have I ever covered it up?"
Likewise.
Ironborn's dissatisfaction with him was like a fishbone hidden in bread, popping out from time to time to prick him.
Aren't he and Ironborn well aware of the oppression of power and power?
One more question.
Barren·Greyjoy had stubborn eyes, "But when you convened Kingsmoot, you really wanted to become the king of Ironborn."
Baelon raised his eyebrows, "Really?"
"You asked your knight to send a message, saying that gold, silver and jewelry were shipped from King's Landing." Dalton·Greyjoy said, "But my father said that not a single captain on Kingsmoot has received your gift."
""On that night, you were so kind to me and Dalton," Barren paused, and finally spoke.
"It's true."
Various signs are enough to prove that Baelon has sincerely wanted to become the king of Ironborn and is tolerant of Ironborn.
"So why?"
In just ten days, Baelon·Targaryen's attitude towards Ironborn became so contemptuous and arrogant.
Baelon made a sound, why?
"Probably because, before I set foot on Iron Islands and truly became the king of Ironborn, I accidentally visited Fair Isle."
It turns out that some things wouldn't exist if he didn't cover his ears and stop listening, or close his eyes and stop looking.
Just like he longs for war.
Even if he knew that a large number of people would die, to him, they were just a large group of nameless and faceless fuzzy figures in the future.
For example, "rape and robbery" in Ironborn are just four words that can be spoken easily and have no weight.
Those kidnapped Salt Wife, slave workers in the mines, everything dripping with blood were buried.
Until he saw a mound under a bare tree at Chester along the coast.
Chester's knight told him that the owner of the tombstone was not lucky enough, she was beautiful but not strong enough.
Salt Wife didn't have enough luck to be like her sister Tess, who became Ironborn, because she was only 9 years old.
Ironborn As she screamed, one after another violently assaulted her, and then she died.
Chester's knights came and drove Ironborn into the sea before Ironborn threw her into the sea to offer her to Drowned God.
They brought her back from the black reef and buried her in the soil with her parents.
Before seeing Kingsmoot Ironborn's enthusiastic face, Baelon saw rows of mounds of dirt.
Baelon is also very helpless, he pretends to be a good person, he is hypocritical.
But in the past, I could at least stand tall and straighten my back with confidence, saying that I don't care about my heart.
But now...
He shook his head, "I will give Ironborn blood, flames, and war, and let Ironborn go to Drowned God's palace in glory."
"Ironborn will fight for me. Isn't this a good deal?"
As for Ironborn's anger, Ironborn's life?
He didn't care about Ironborn's anger, Ironborn's life or death, especially when he learned from Dalton that he had a stolen Salt Wife.
Of course, the cruelty of House Targaryen and the plundering of civilians by these Westeros nobles is no less than that of Ironborn.
Just more gentle.
Baelon exhaled the turbid air in his chest for a long time and threw all the complicated thoughts behind.
Not the time.
At this moment, all he could do was raise his head.
Enjoy the strong wind blowing on your face.
The giant dragon walked through the clouds and headed straight for King's Landing.
At this time
Red Keep
Viserys and Rhaenyra sit opposite each other.
Viserys hesitated, and then finally made up his mind and said, "Rhaenyra, you will always be my cherished daughter, and this will never change."
"What would you think if I married a new queen?"
Rhaenyra squeezed the knife and fork tightly, she had already guessed that such a day would come.
She took a deep breath, "This is your responsibility, father."
"I understand."
Viserys breathed a sigh of relief.
Rhaenyra continued to ask, "Who do you plan to marry?"
Is it Alicent?
The child conceived in her belly retains half of her blood.
Viserys smiled and spit out a strange but similar name, "It's Miss Alerie·Hightower."
"When Baelon comes back, we can tell him the good news together."
But Rhaenyra's reaction was beyond his expectation.
"What?!" Rhaenyra stood up suddenly, in disbelief, "What about Alicent?"
Viserys's face darkened, "Rhaenyra, I have the right to decide my own queen."
Rhaenyra thinks of Alicent's helplessness and her weakness.
A certain spirit of justice prompted her to speak, "Yes, you have the power. You have the power to get a woman pregnant but not marry her?!"
"What?" Viserys showed an expression of disbelief.
"She's pregnant?!"
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