King's Landing Outside
Next to Kingsroad.
Tents of different sizes and styles have been set up on the vast and flat grassland.
The tents are made of rough linen, some are made of oily canvas, and some are made of brightly colored silk.
The long flags flutter in the wind, like wild flowers blooming in the wilderness, competing for beauty.
A solid wooden fence carefully defines the rectangular Lance Course. It should run north-south to avoid the glare of the sun. The entrance and exit gates should be wide and tall enough for two knights to ride in side by side.
Allan General Manager is specially responsible for building competition venues and has rich experience.
After all, King's Landing holds two or three martial arts tournaments every year.
He first hugged the six-foot-tall wooden fence and shook it desperately to ensure that the fence separating the charging knights was strong enough.
The wooden fence did not move at all. Manager Allan nodded with satisfaction. He turned his head and briefly glanced at the depth of the outer fence.
The fence was used for the passage of attendants and guards, to rescue fallen knights, and to prevent spectators from intruding into the venue.
"Shredded straw and sand must be spread evenly! This will slow down the impact of a falling horse!"
Finally, the manager Allan came to the wooden stand on the third floor. He bent down and inspected the stand carefully.
Suddenly, his eyes froze.
Two knights led their horses and entered from the south entrance. One person and one horse measured the size of the venue with their feet.
Allan The General Manager is not surprised that every year, knights participating in the tournament for the first time come to familiarize themselves with the venue in advance.
Although the two knights wore golden cloaks of the same color, were equally tall, handsome, and had dazzling blond hair, even their horses were extremely similar to each other, black horses.
On the shield hanging on the horse's back, the golden lion is majestic.
Lannister?
Allan General Manager was stunned in his heart. He had a hunch that this year's martial arts competition would be very lively.
Many knights in luxurious clothes came to check out the tournament venue in advance.
I heard that tailor shops are making a lot of money recently.
Jason Lannister stared at the twin brothers dissatisfied, "Why did you choose the same cloak as me?!"
"Don't you always like red?"
Tyland flicked his blond hair and said in a natural tone, "But the blond color matches my hair color better. I hope the sun will be good on the day of the tournament."
"This way Rhaenyra will notice me at a glance, as bright as the sun."
Jason said in a bad tone, "You want to compete with me?!"
Tyland patted his brother on the shoulder, "Brother, look around."
Jason glanced around, and in just a moment, a man wearing a gorgeous purple velvet cloak and two people wearing red Wool cloaks came over...
"Are these people here to give blessings to your engagement with Rhaenyra?!"
Tyland sounded like he was looking at an ignorant child, saying with emotion, "You only have one person, but if I join, House Lannister will have two candidates!"
"Wouldn't the chance of a male lion riding a female dragon be greater?"
Jason frowned, even so, but...
The sky suddenly became overcast.
Jason raised his head suddenly, and sure enough, it was a giant dragon.
The noisy pasture fell into silence, and everyone stopped and stared up.
The three giant dragons stretched their wings and glided leisurely, their huge shadows slowly sweeping across the tents and the stunned crowds.
Jason Lannister raised his head and held his breath, trying to capture the soft sound of wings cutting through the air.
"Velaryon..." Tyland murmured.
Velaryon was once like them, standing on the ground in vain, looking up at the giant dragon hovering in the sky.
Today, Velaryon is driving three giant dragons and walking in the clear sky.
This undoubtedly tells everyone that the dragon does not belong only to Targaryen.
"Uncrowned Queen"Rhaenys gave her husband the most precious gift in the world, a treasure that no jewelry can compare with.
"Light of the Realm" Rhaenyra will also bring her husband a unique treasure, which is better than all the gold in the ground Casterly Rock.
Jason's eyes were burning with fire, and he was determined to win.
Rose-Colored Sky, the half-setting red sun.
Three giant dragons flew calmly over King's Landing.
There was no Dragonfire, no roar, and not even much flapping of wings. The dragon glided by the wind, making a strong announcement of its arrival.
Baelon I have to admit that the golden gauze covering the world and the three dragons dancing together are grand and shocking.
Daemon The giant dragon staring at the sky.
Vhagar is as green as an ink forest, and the falling wrinkles of the skin sway like waves in the wind. "Red Queen" Meleys is all scarlet, dotted with the luster of bright copper.
Seasmoke is light gray silver.
He suddenly said, "The red fingers are exploring into the gloomy ground."
Baelon is unclear.
Rhaenyra couldn't help laughing, "Uncle is saying that the sun is setting into the ground."
Baelon:...
Such a beautiful sunset, Daemon said it so unpleasantly. Sure enough, he and this guy don't get along well.
The three-headed dragon flew in the direction of Dragonpit and disappeared into the sky.
Soon, at Throne Room.
Four Silver-Gold-haired Targaryen stood casually in a line, looking at the people walking in at the door.
"Viserys!" A bright smile broke out on Rhaenys's face. She trotted forward quickly and enthusiastically hugged her cousin whom she hadn't seen for a long time.
Viserys hugged the cousin back with the same enthusiasm, with an envious tone, "Rhaenys, it's really Seven's blessing that you are still so young and healthy."
This cousin, who is three years older than him, is always full of vitality in her chest, like Dragonfire that never goes out.
Rhaenys laughed heartily, and the laughter echoed in the tall and majestic Throne Room.
She said in a cheerful tone, "Baelon, you have grown taller!"
"This is Laena!"
She pulled her daughter behind her and said, "I think it's time for you to meet."
Laena is wearing a maroon skirt, which makes her taller and slender. Silver-Gold has beautiful curly hair hanging down to her waist.
She is 19 years old this year, just like Mango Blossom, which is in full bloom in summer.
Baelon greeted Laena politely according to etiquette, "Ms. Laena."
This is the third time he and Laena have met.
He was funny inside, and it felt like two strangers falling in love.
Laena loves flying...
Baelon was about to invite her to ride the dragon together when Laena suddenly bent down.
The beautiful face suddenly came closer to Baelon, and the long curly hair swayed like a willow branch.
Her tone was gentle, "I saw Vermithor in the sky. He is so big."
"How did you tame him? Are you willing to tell me?"
Laena thought, there is no Targaryen who does not love dragons passionately.
Vermithor is a good topic to open up communication.
Laena·Velaryon is actively looking for topics that interest him.
After realizing this, Baelon felt relieved and felt a little dazed.
There was no dissatisfaction because of the political engagement or his age.
Is Laena's character so normal?!
Real or fake?!
Baelon, who has been tortured by Targaryen, is a little unbelievable.