Baelon naturally would not slap Laena in the face, "I am very happy, Miss Laena."
"We can fly to the sky on a dragon and talk in the sky."
Laena had a smile on his face.
Corlys·Velaryon and Rhaenys looked at each other and smiled happily.
The two children get along pretty well.
Corlys patted the handsome young man with silver hair next to him and introduced, "This is Laenor, my son."
"Your Majesty, may Seven protect you." Laenor·Velaryon saluted respectfully.
His purple eyes slowly scanned the several Targaryens. King Viserys was slightly chubby and had a kind smile.
Princess Rhaenyra is young, beautiful and has extraordinary bearing.
As for Prince Baelon...
Laenor I am really curious about this prince who has dozens of songs.
He was condescending, looking down at the child who was engaged to his sister. He was only as tall as his waist and had a calm expression.
But I can't see the domineering and noble character in the song at all. He looks like a child.
On the contrary, Daemon·Targaryen, this famous dragon knight is just 30 years old.
He has a tall and straight body, long hair like silver, and a Dark Sister hanging around his waist. He is dressed in black and red clothes and looks like a black Dragonfire, gorgeous and cold.
Laenor breathed faster unconsciously, marveling at his beauty and temperament, thinking that he was the most handsome among the Targaryen who were not ordinary people.
He has always liked handsome men of similar age to him, but High Tide had too many singers and captains come, and they praised Daemon·Targaryen's heroic appearance in the tournament.
Speaking of how he never bothered to wear a closed visor during a martial arts competition, he charged forward on his Chestnut horse, and his spear exploded.
Laenor is sitting in the safe High Tide, wandering in Hull, and he is flying with Seasmoke and Vhagar.
In the tranquility, he gradually tasted the violence and blood of the soldiers by relying on the Daemon from the singer's mouth. Hearing the shouts and roars of the crowd, he was heartbroken.
Daemon was originally staring at Viserys. Suddenly, he seemed to notice Laenor's gaze and raised his eyes to look over.
That gaze is like a bright white blade, which makes people dare not look directly.
Laenor's heart skipped a beat.
He swallowed and couldn't help but praise, "I often hear people say that you are a born warrior. You became a knight at the age of 16."
"I am now seventeen years old. I wonder if I will have the honor to be canonized as a knight by you after this tournament?"
Daemon smiled sarcastically, coldly and straightforwardly, "You are not qualified, you do not deserve this honor."
The smile on Laenor's face slowly disappeared, and he stared straight at Daemon.
Viserys quickly smoothed things over, "Laena finally came here. King's Landing, Baelon, please take her for a walk."
Baelon nodded and invited, "How about we go get Vhagar and Vermithor to get to know each other again, Miss Laena?"
Laena's eyes lit up. Vhagar is the largest and oldest dragon since the death of "Balerion the Black Dread" Balerion. There is no doubt about this.
But recently, there is a big head Dwarf from King's Landing, playing the harp of Seven-string, praising the power of "Bronze Fury" Vermithor, driving away dark clouds and bringing down rain.
She has long been curious about Baelon and Vermithor.
So, Baelon accompanied Laena to Dragonpit, drove Vhagar to the woods outside the city, and met up with Vermithor.
The two left one after the other.
After Laena's figure disappeared at the door, Laenor listened as King Viserys and his father tacitly skipped the previous topic and talked about Laena's marriage.
He heard his father say, "I think Laena can stay with King's Landing, and they can get married when Baelon is 10 or 11 years old."
Daemon glanced at Laenor unkindly. He was impatient to listen to his brother and Rhaenys reminiscing about old times, so he turned around and left.
Laenor hesitated for a moment and told his parents to go out for a walk.
Rhaenys and Viserys are reminiscing about old times enthusiastically, while Corlys is discussing the wedding date and the situation of Stepstones with Viserys. There is endless talk between the three of them.
Hearing this, Corlys waved his hand casually, signaling his son to go play by himself.
Rhaenys's face changed slightly. She had lived with her son and daughter all year round, so she was naturally aware of the close relationship between Laenor and Sir Joffrey.
Laenor smiled back.
She turned her eyes, and her trust in Laenor's character took over.
Laenor left with brisk steps.
Rhaenyra's eyes kept trembling, Laenor Sir left in the same direction as his uncle.
She has heard some rumors about Sir Laenor.
In terms of handsome men and strong warriors, Seven Kingdoms is not as good as her uncle Daemon.
No, no, no, she is overthinking! Rumor has it that Laenor's preference has always been young and similar young people.
Rhaenyra bit her lower lip, still unable to let go of the worry in her heart.
If Laenor angers Daemon...Laenor's last name is not Targaryen, his uncle will not show mercy to him.
Until then, the marriage contracts between Targaryen and Velaryon, Baelon and Laena...
Rhaenyra gritted his teeth and trotted to keep up with Laenor.
She has the obligation to eliminate hidden dangers for the family.
The wooden carriage drove slowly through the crowded Street of Steel.
Shouting, laughter, curses, and faint singing came and went one after another.
Baelon opened the car window a crack and watched the horse pulling the car pull out a big pile of shit as it walked.
As soon as the wheel rolled over, a wet and sticky mark was left on the stone slab, and the stench was even hotter.
Baelon said helplessly, "King's Landing always smells bad. You can smell it, Miss Lemon, Laena."
It's not like he hasn't thought about improving the famous stinky pit King's Landing.
Baelon's ideals are very full. As long as King's Landing residents are not allowed to litter and dump excrement and urine everywhere, and special cleaners and feces collectors are arranged, the King's Landing environment can be improved and employment can be increased.
Simply the best of both worlds!
Especially after Perfume Factory was completed, King's Landing almost every household grew flowers, and the fragrance of flowers filled the air. Then the bachelor taught the method of composting excrement and urine. For a time, King's Landing excrement also became valuable.
During that time, Daemon was very tough and led Gold Cloaks to crack down on disorderly persons. If caught, they would be fined, three sticks per second.
Baelon is soft, cleaning manure haulers and growing flowers at the same time!
Using both hard and soft tactics, the two giant dragons joined forces, and for a while, the streets of King's Landing were really... stinky.
King's Landing The first campaign to create a sanitary city... came to an imperfect end.
Because on the third day City Sanitation Campaign, Baelon discovered that a horse can poop into a mountain in one day, and it can poop while walking without any poop in its butt!
As long as the status quo of horses as the mainstream means of transportation does not change, it seems that King's Landing will never stop smelling.
He can require all carriages to have a dung bag tied behind their horses, but can he also require all knights to have a dung bag tied to their horses' backs, or require knights to pick up their own horse's excrement?
It's a bit too harsh. We can only wait until he has military merit and prestige to transform King's Landing into the capital of all capitals.
"Laena," Laena corrected, "Just call me Laena."
She stared at Baelon, "I have been paying attention to you, Prince Baelon."
"In addition to the letters sent by my father every two months, whenever King's Landing singers or ships pass by, I will invite them to High Tide for dinner, just to hear your stories from their mouths."
"You are indeed as rumored to have a mind beyond your years given by Crone."
"In that case, I thought I could talk to you about something." She put her legs together and straightened her back.
Laena looked seriously, "I want to hear with my own ears, what do you think of our marriage?"
Baelon paused and said with a smile, "I also want to know, what do you think of our marriage?"
"I am only 6 years old now. You are no longer the little girl you were 6 years ago. You are riding Vhagar on your crotch. Are you dissatisfied with the engagement you made?"
"No!" Laena said resolutely, her eyes sharp, "I agreed to the engagement, even if my husband turns into a Drowned God wave and a burning Dragonfire, I will never regret it!"
She asked, "Do you think women have no honor, Prince?!"
"Or do you think that at 13 years old, I'm not smart enough to understand a marriage contract?!"
"You're right."
Daemon stared at the last trace of red sunset sinking into the soil, when footsteps suddenly sounded behind him.
Laenor had a calm attitude and said slowly, "You are right."
"I stay at High Tide all year round, staying with my family and enjoying family affection and joy. I have never completed Trial, I have never won the cheers of the tourney, and I have never kept the knight's oath."
Daemon frowned and his eyes finally fell on Laenor.
Laenor said, "The status of a knight is not granted casually, so you are not willing to canonize me at will."
"I will participate in this tournament to train myself, even though I know that I may not win the championship." He shrugged.
"Also, I will be honored to fight alongside you in the battle of Stepstones in the near future."
Daemon sounded confused, "I just humiliated you."
"What you said is true."
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