Anger roared in Daemon's chest, almost sweeping over his soul.
His eyes were blazing with anger and he was breathing heavily.
"Baelon..." He gritted his teeth, his heart filled with anger and humiliation.
His nephew knew that war was a rare way for his second son to gain territory and power.
But he promised the honor of the war in advance to an unrelated foreign minister! It was also his enemy, Otto·Hightower.
He is his relative, connected by blood.
Daemon reached out and pressed it on the dinner plate, flipping it over!
Turn it over! Daemon!
His heart persuaded him thus!
The light of the torch illuminated the dim hall, and the flames jumped wildly in the wind.
Why is House Targaryen divided internally and the dragons at odds with each other? Why do you care about these?!
Baelon frowned and glanced at Daemon, "Uncle!"
Daemon stared at Baelon, his gaze seemed to burn him through.
Baelon turned his head and urged, "Your Majesty!"
Viserys moved his mouth.
Otto stood up suddenly, and a sizzling sound broke the silence.
Even though he still didn't dare to completely believe Baelon's words, he could not suppress his expectation.
There was really too little left for the second son.
With the hope and joy of establishing achievements, his descendants will preach their bloodline genealogy to the enemy. Every time he reads it, he will live again and enjoy the glory and pride.
He took a deep breath and said with firm eyes, "Your Majesty, if you promise to give me this honor..."
"I will go to Volantis and Qohor in person to discuss alliance matters with them." Otto vowed solemnly, with glaring eyes.
Council Chamber There was silence for a moment.
A country Hand of the King is deeply Essos, Triarchy is powerful and far-reaching Free Cities.
In this way, Otto can talk face to face with Governor, and the sincerity of the negotiation is suddenly full.
But again, Otto's personal safety hangs by a thread.
If you are discovered by the enemy, or encounter a group of robbers and bandits...
Then Otto may only have one head left and be sent back to his homeland.
Viserys took a deep breath and was encouraged to make up his mind.
He nodded heavily, "Okay!"
Viserys put his hand on Otto's shoulder and solemnly promised, "Otto, when you return to King's Landing safely and bring back powerful allies, there will be no one except Sunspear."
"Dorne's city is up to you to choose at will!"
"I will also give you an equal weight in gold!"
Viserys's promise fell into Otto's heart and healed the cracks in his heart.
Otto saluted solemnly, "I will never betray your trust, Your Majesty."
Everyone watched this scene quietly with different expressions.
Baelon Worry crept up in my heart again.
Otto Go deep into Free Cities, if you are bribed or coerced by the enemy...
The Stepstones battle must be decided quickly!
After Otto received the promise, he strode out of Council Chamber with high spirits, his chest full of expectations for the future.
Baelon breathed a sigh of relief, at least Small Council was back in harmony.
"Kang Dang-Kang Dang Dang Dang-"
The gold dinner plate rolled down onto the hard stone floor, making a jarring sound.
The moment Otto's back disappeared around the corner, Daemon could no longer suppress his anger and grievance.
He swept the plate to the ground, "Are you crazy?"
"I am your relative!"
His eyes were wet, "But you gave the honor to Otto in advance?"
For a moment, everyone was stunned by Daemon's rage.
Viserys stood up subconsciously and walked to Daemon. The momentary concern in his heart overcame his anger.
His nature prompted him to subconsciously appease his brother and settle the matter, "Daemon, of course you are my brother, we are connected by blood."
Rhaenyra was awakened from his thoughts by the loud noise, and looked at the messy scene in front of him in shock.
Baelon was extremely lucky at this time. His feet were not long enough and he could avoid the sauce and oil stains by lifting his legs.
He frowned slightly and said calmly, "Otto is in charge of important diplomatic tasks, uncle."
"It's not that he has to do this!" Daemon was comforted by Viserys, but his anger only became more intense.
He said loudly, "Don't I have any friends in Free Cities?!"
Baelon:...
He took a few deep breaths firmly, "Can this be the same?!"
Baelon said calmly, "Stepstones, Dorne, and even Free Cities, the land is wide enough to accommodate a giant dragon."
"Uncle, you can choose your land as you like."
The grievance and anger in Daemon's heart are just like Dragonfire. Once ignited, the fire will spread like wildfire.
Just like Wildfire smoldering under the ashes, under the comfort of Viserys, it was all touched and soared into the sky.
He said coldly, "You don't understand at all, Baelon."
"You were born as Prince of Dragonstone. You can arrogantly convene Kingsmoot and arbitrarily win over Small Council's important officials."
He sneered, "You privately promised territory that you have no right to promise!"
"Once word spreads, Seven Kingdoms will follow suit and bypass the king to ask for rewards from you, Prince Baelon, trampling on the authority of the king. Is this what you want?!"
The groundless accusation made Baelon increasingly angry, "Promising Otto privately? Ridiculous."
"I have the right to make suggestions to the king, and this is my duty.
He couldn't help but stab Daemon, "Or are you jealous of me and taking your anger out on me for personal grudges Otto?!"
"That's enough!" Viserys quickly inserted himself between the two of them.
He grabbed Baelon and said, "Rhaenyra, give Daemon a new glass of wine."
Rhaenyra stood there, staring into space, not knowing what he was thinking.
"Rhaenyra?!" Viserys called again.
Rhaenyra then came back to his senses.
Baelon sat down again.
Think about war, think about victory, the overall situation is the most important thing.
He said as calmly as possible, "You have a dragon, uncle!"
"You are Targaryen, you naturally have authority!"
"You can easily win your power through war!"
"Otto has to go deep into another continent and bring back allies to win a city. Even so, Sunspear cannot be chosen."
So don't go crazy, okay?
Daemon leaned over and sat down, speaking in a strong and determined tone, as if he was saying that trees will grow up.
He said, "Because it belongs to us."
"That was supposed to be mine."
The glory should belong to the true dragon.
Baelon laughed, "The sun hasn't set yet, and the shadow hasn't appeared yet."
"We haven't captured Stepstones yet, uncle."
The next second, Daemon spoke.
He stared at Visery and said word by word, "I want command of the fleet, brother."
Baelon smiled contemptuously, feeling only funny in his heart.
Compete with "Lord of the Tides" for command of the naval battle?!
Viserys did not refuse immediately, his eyes wandered.
Baelon The smile on the corner of the mouth stiffened, Viserys I can't really agree.
Viserys said, "Okay."
Baelon Silently turned his head and looked out the window. The sun was shining brightly. Can the midsummer sun also make people feel chilly?
In an instant, the anger in his heart was extinguished by the ice and snow, and there was no scarlet spark in the embers.
In the woods outside the city, Vermithor looked up to the sky and roared.
The birds flew away in fright, scurrying around in all directions.
Baelon thought for a while and got up from the chair.
He asked, "Father, how big a mistake has Corlys·Velaryon made?"
Viserys turned around in confusion, "No."
"Then why do you want to deprive him of his glory and the position that belongs to him? What would Seven Kingdoms think?"
"What would the nobles and soldiers think?"
Viserys said, "I don't want to take away Corlys's position as fleet commander, but..."
"Just like you command Iron Fleet, Daemon can also command part of the fleet."
"Pa bang bang --" Baelon couldn't help but applaud.
He couldn't help but look Viserys up and down, destroying all the pre-war plans in one sentence, letting Daemon use the fleet to fight for power, and making Corlys dissatisfied.
Tear apart the dragon camp directly before the battle and destroy the advantage.
"Three points of the fleet?" He laughed, "What a good idea. This way we will be the same as Triarchy's fleet."
For a moment, the only sound left was the whistling of Council Chamber.
Viserys breathed a sigh of relief.
"Pa--"
The loud sound of the dinner plate hitting the floor pierced my eardrums again.
Everyone was caught off guard, and Baelon pushed the dinner plate off the table.
Amidst the hum of metal and stone, he slowly said, "I don't agree."
"Corlys·Velaryon has commanded the fleet for many years and has rich experience in naval battles."
"In this battle, he must coordinate the main fleet."
He looked at Daemon, "If you are dissatisfied, then you can leave, control your dragon, and find your Free Cities friends."
"Iron Throne does not need you to participate in the war, you are not indispensable."