"Laenor is too young..." Rhaenys felt a sting in his heart.
In the male-dominated Westeros, as a woman, she was even deprived of her qualifications as heir to the crown prince.
I can only watch helplessly as my son Laenor, that kind but inexperienced boy, competes with the ambitious Viserys for the shaky Iron Throne.
Laenor is at an absolute disadvantage in terms of age and experience.
However, at this desperate moment, the image of Redd in her mind made her heart move inexplicably.
"Maybe... this isn't such a bad thing?" A bold idea ignited in her heart like a spark.
Redd, with three giant dragons, is a force that cannot be ignored.
In the current chaotic situation, he is like a boulder thrown into a calm lake,
Perhaps he can divert internal conflicts well and attract the attention of all parties to him.
If you can use him skillfully, you may even tilt the balance of victory in your favor.
Rhaenys's eyes became sharp.
The advantage of Viserys is that he is the orthodox male heir of House Targaryen, but his biggest reliance is,
The founding dragon named Balerion the Black Dread·Balerion is already dead.
At this moment, Viserys is in a dragonless state. This is undoubtedly a huge flaw and a potential breakthrough in the dragon bloodline.
"Balerion's death..." Rhaenys chewed on this information, and a more specific plan gradually took shape in her mind. "Perhaps... we can make an article from here.
Use the power of Redd, or use people's different attitudes towards dragons, to create chaos and weaken the reputation of Viserys..."
Meleys lowered its height, and the spiers and city walls of King's Landing became increasingly clear.
Rhaenys Take a deep breath and suppress all your thoughts in your heart for the time being.
Now is not the time to alarm too many people. She needs time and more detailed information to evaluate this sudden change.
And how to turn it into a chess piece to your advantage.
She knew that this game had just begun, and she had to be the smartest player.
Rhaenys landed quietly inside Dragonpit of King's Landing. Meleys's huge body was like a burning red hill in the night.
But he quickly restrained his aura and hid in the shadow of Dragonpit.
Rhaenys turned over to the dragon without disturbing anyone, as if he was just returning from an ordinary place.
She knew very well that King's Landing at this moment was like a ignited powder keg, and any unusual movement could trigger a devastating explosion.
What she needs is to wait and see, and then find the switch to ignite or extinguish the fire from within.
She has only one destination - deep in the castle where the White Poplar Throne is located, the palace of her grandfather, the old king Jaehaerys·Targaryen.
The guard recognized Rhaenys, and even though it was quiet at night, he still reported it as a routine.
Jaehaerys, the "Dragon King" who once led Targaryen Dynasty to glory,
Now in his seventies, his old body is wrapped in heavy brocade and soft cushions, making him look a little rickety.
Time has mercilessly carved deep ravines on his face, and his silver beard is sparse and messy.
But the majesty of a king still remains in those deep-set eye sockets.
However, this majesty now seems to be somewhat inadequate due to the weakness of the body.
Every breath he takes is heavy, and every time he raises his hand, he needs to be careful, as if if he is not careful, the fragile fire of life will be completely extinguished.
When the attendant informed Rhaenys to ask for an audience, Jaehaerys felt a helpless headache.
He knew this granddaughter too well. She was smart and courageous, but also stubborn, with House Targaryen's strongest ambition and pride.
At this moment, the country is at the cusp of a storm, but he, the king who is supposed to be the talisman of the sea, needs help even to stand up, let alone deal with the turbulent political undercurrents.
"Let her come in," he ordered in a hoarse voice, a trace of exhaustion flashed in his eyes, "I can't help but see her, after all..."
He smiled bitterly. After all, she was his granddaughter, the mother of the potential heir to the throne, and one of the central figures in this farce.
Jaehaerys knows that the choice of nominal heir is between Crown Prince Viserys and Laenor.
But in reality, this power struggle surrounding Iron Throne has already evolved into an open confrontation between the two grandsons Viserys and Daemon, as well as the granddaughter Rhaenys and her husband Corlys Velaryon.
The city is already filled with the smell of gunpowder, and soldiers and allies from both sides are secretly wrestling with each other. As long as he, the last arbiter, falls, the war will immediately ignite.
When he thought about the civil war that might break out after his death, Jaehaerys's heart felt as if it had been poured with ice water.
This is the kingdom he has worked hard to protect throughout his life, and he will never allow it to fall apart in his hands.
He was racking his brains, thinking about how to persuade both sides to temporarily cease fire, or at least until he died.
Let Viserys make a symbolic compromise to calm the anger of Rhaenys's side. Various difficult negotiation scenarios are playing out in his mind.
Suddenly, Rhaenys's rapid and deep voice interrupted his thoughts.
"Grandpa," Rhaenys knelt on the thick carpet, his voice trembled with excitement, but his eyes were extremely firm,
"I bring you news, news that could change everything."
Jaehaerys raised his eyelids in confusion and motioned for her to continue.
Rhaenys took a deep breath and described how he met Redd and Redd's three giant dragons, especially the three-headed dragon that had never been seen before, as concisely and accurately as possible.
She spoke very fast, and every word hit Jaehaerys's heart like a heavy hammer.
"Three dragons..." Jaehaerys murmured to himself, his old face twisted in shock,
He coughed violently, holding on to the armrests with both hands, his knuckles turning white from the exertion, "There is also a... three-headed dragon? This is impossible... this is absolutely impossible..."
His voice trembled with disbelief, and he almost fainted.
Rhaenys nervously supported him, watching his grandfather's old and fragile body crumbling under the huge impact.
After a while, Jaehaerys finally recovered with difficulty. He was breathing heavily and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.
He raised his cloudy eyes and stared at Rhaenys, as if trying to find even the slightest lie in it.
Rhaenys looked directly into her grandfather's eyes. There was no wavering in her eyes, only an almost fanatical seriousness and certainty.
She even nodded slightly, as if to say, "Yes, grandfather, this is true, absolutely true."