Ice and Fire: Reign of the Dragon.

Chapter 163 The end of an era
When did Damon's health problems begin?
Even Daemon himself didn't know exactly when this would happen. At the end of the 131st year of the Conquest Era, Daemon rode a dragon to Lys to inspect the spoils of his "selling" son. In the 132nd year of the Conquest Era, he personally flew to Dragon's Nest to celebrate the birth of Longzel's third child.

Diana successfully gave birth to a beautiful baby girl, but her mother was very dissatisfied. According to a later bard, Diana almost cried when she saw her daughter:
"I didn't even give birth to a silver-haired, purple-eyed child for my husband!"

However, the bards who publicly sang similar songs disappeared in the wilderness for unknown reasons, and this record has since disappeared from people's sight.

Of course, Longzel didn't mind this, because when this beautiful girl who was born with a smile, had honey-colored hair, and a pair of heterochromatic eyes, one purple and one blue, was born, Sarafathers in the dragon's cave roared with joy.

This proved the bloodline of the girl named "Serena", and also proved that the bloodline characteristics of the Valyrian dragon king would indeed fade due to the fusion of bloodlines with other races. Rey happily wrote this down in his notes.

In the 133rd year of the Conquest Era, Daemon presided over the opening ceremony of the Jacaerys Cathedral. The regent personally put a new crystal crown on the Pope. On that day, Korax flew around the entire King's Landing. Its sharp cry resounded throughout the capital, and every citizen of King's Landing saw the prince with graying silver hair.

He attended the funeral of Helena Targaryen later that year.

This ill-fated nun "Queen" died of a serious illness this year. Menghuo, who had completely become a wild dragon, returned to his lazy state of eating and sleeping since the day Helena passed away. Like Syrax, he no longer participated in all the affairs of the dragon's lair.

This once dissolute prince is now also devoting himself to the governance of the kingdom. Before he found that he had health problems in 134, he served as regent for nearly five years and had rebuilt King's Landing, which had suffered heavy losses in wars and riots. The courtyard of the Red Keep was expanded, the Great Sept of Jacaerys was also built, and the roads in King's Landing were re-leveled. The streets that were once covered with mud and feces were paved with cobblestones and slabs. Although the flea pits still exist - after all, the problem of urban poverty has always been a difficult problem to solve, and Midsummer Hall also has the same slum "Ant Block", but both the roads and houses have been renovated.

The treasury of King's Landing was filled with gold again, but Daemon followed the advice of Count Bartimos Celtigar and Lotho of the Rogar family who was sent to help, and used the gold to invest in various industries in King's Landing and purchased a large amount of food to support the princes who were struggling during the winter.

Everything was going in the right direction. Daemon was now looking forward to King Aegon's sixteenth nameday.

It wasn't until Damon discovered that his feces contained blood, there was a heavy foreign body sensation in his abdomen, and he experienced annoying severe pain from time to time.

It's too late.

The well-educated Grand Secretary Mu Kun could tell at a glance what disease Damon had. This disease was almost incurable. Grand Secretary Mu Kun only had medicine that could relieve Prince Damon's pain, but he was speechless about whether he could recover.

"Your Majesty, I can only provide information about similar patients we have treated before." Grand Secretary Mu Kun looked a little haggard. He had been reading all the medical books he could find without sleep, but he was still helpless with Damon's condition. "The patient who lasted the longest lasted for a month."

"I understand, Grand Secretary, please leave." Damon waved his hand, but immediately said, "Come back."

"Your Majesty, I am here."

"Tell the Imperial Council to continue working." Damon stood up by pressing the armrest of the chair: "Write a letter to Dragon Nest City and tell Prince Longzel about my health condition."

"Tell the truth?" asked Grand Secretary Mu Kun.

"Truthfully," Damon said.

"I will follow your wishes." Grand Scholar Mu Kun sighed and retreated.

Daemon tried to stand up straight, walked quietly to the window, and looked at the bustling streets of King's Landing and the gradually setting sun.

He closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes, it was as if something had returned to his body. Damon seemed to have regained his strength and walked outside at a rapid speed. The old prince, who was already in his fifties, picked up a golden robe and put it on his shoulders.

Seeing Prince Daemon in a golden robe walking out of the courtyard of the Red Castle with his head held high, Earl Bartimos, who was passing by, was stunned for a moment, then immediately grabbed the guard of the Red Castle: "What does your Majesty the Regent want to do?" The earl asked with some horror, but he only received the same puzzled look from the guards of the Red Castle.

"Your Majesty, what are you doing?" The captain in the golden robe looked at Daemon who had entered the barracks in surprise. The old prince panted and looked at the captain, pointing at his shoulder robe. "You know what I mean, boy from the Baich family." He looked at the current captain of the capital's garrison, Sir Baron Baich, who had followed Daemon when he was young and was no longer young.

Baron, whose hair was also half white, looked at the old prince's hand covering his stomach and understood something. He picked up the sword of the golden robe and supported the prince with his other hand: "I will gather the brothers right away."

Damon smiled, broke free from Baron's support, and signaled that he could walk on his own.

So on this night, the older people in King's Landing saw a familiar scene. Prince Daemon was wearing familiar black armor and a golden robe, parading through the streets with the golden cloaks. When the golden cloaks caught thieves, these guys roared and swung their swords to chop off their arms. When the golden cloaks caught the guys who violated women, they killed the dicks of these scums with their swords.

The men in golden robes kicked open the door of the gangs that had turned a blind eye to their crimes and presented the heads of these guys who had paid a lot of tribute to their "Prince of the Capital".

Damon watched this familiar scene with a smile. This time, Prince Damon did not say a word.

He just watched quietly as the golden robes openly enforced the law, and this time it was much gentler than before.

The men in golden robes only arrested people they knew, and as for the law-abiding civilians, these usually extremely ferocious guys did not dare to act arrogantly.

Also because Prince Damon is here.

With this group of guys, Damon saw the brothel run by Rogorio Rogar.

"Your Majesty." Baron looked at Damon nervously. He had followed Damon in his youth and knew the bad habits of the old prince when he was young.

But this time, Prince Daemon just shook his head and smiled, and continued to patrol the city with the gold cloaks. That night, the whole King's Landing saw the gold cloaks passing through the streets. This mighty team finally stopped at the foot of the dragon's lair. Daemon looked at the gold cloaks who stood at attention as he looked at them. "Disband, everyone."

"His Majesty."

"Follow orders, disband, and return to camp."

"obey"

Daemon watched the golden robes leave in unison, and he slowly walked into the dragon's lair.

Korakshu crawled over in a panic. It seemed that it could sense its companion's physical condition. This slender dragon actually made a whimpering sound at this time.

"Don't be sad, Korakxiu, let me rest for a while." Damon smiled and leaned on Korakxiu, and slowly sat down. The bloodworm sat down carefully and let his partner sit next to him. When Korakxiu adjusted his position and looked at Damon, the old prince had fallen into a deep sleep.

It seemed that the pain no longer affected him.

In the distant Dragon's Nest City, Longzel, who was about to fall asleep, seemed to sense something and looked towards the north with a frown.

"What's wrong, dear?" Diana looked towards the north with some surprise.

"Nothing, go to sleep." Longzel sighed and lay down. He knew that the strange feeling he had just had must indicate something, and perhaps he would know the answer soon.

Daemon walked slowly into the magnificent throne room and saw the empty Iron Throne.

But the next moment, a person sat on the Iron Throne, someone Daemon would never forget.

Viserys I, this slightly fat man looked at his younger brother with complicated eyes. "Brother." Daemon walked slowly in front of Viserys, not knowing what to say.

"You're old, brother."

Daemon was stunned. He didn't expect his brother's first words would be these. Viserys reached out his hand tremblingly and touched Daemon's head. "Thank you for your hard work, Daemon. I didn't expect my stupidity would lead to such a disaster." His voice was trembling: "Daemon. I'm sorry."

“I should be the one to say that, brother.” Daemon knelt on one knee so Viserys could touch his head more easily. “It was not until I sat in that position that I realized how wrong I was.”

Damon sighed and said, "I just realized how ridiculous I was back then."

"I know." Viserys smiled and said, "You've done very well, Daemon. From the beginning, I knew that you had no ambition for this position. It's just that you are unwilling to accept it." The old king looked up at the sky, and the sword of the Iron Throne pierced through his body. Daemon wanted to grab his brother in fear, but it was in vain.

"I was wrong, Daemon. My hesitation brought me bitter consequences." Viserys' voice slowly became lowered. "I killed my children, Daemon. Thank you for your hard work over the years."

Daemon reached out his hand, but Viserys disappeared into the Iron Throne, and another hand suddenly grasped his.

Rhaenyra.

Damon looked at the woman in front of him, not knowing what to say. This woman had once been his tool, his lover, his wife, and his queen.

But now, she is his wife, the wife to whom he entrusts everything.

Rhaenyra suddenly hugged him to her arms and kissed Daemon hard on the mouth.

They said nothing, but sat together on the Iron Throne, hugging and kissing, until Rhaenyra disappeared in Daemon's arms.

"Cousin Damon, do you think this is all worth it?" Longzel's voice sounded at the right time.

Daemon looked at Longzel who was walking to the Iron Throne and nodded gently: "I was dissolute when I was young and awakened in middle age. I was ambitious and lustful, and I was loyal and faithful, but I have never regretted it." He sat on the Iron Throne: "Facts have also proved that I won."

"Speak nicely, Cousin Damon."

"Too tired." Daemon had never felt so comfortable on the Iron Throne. He could completely stretch himself on the throne and stretch as much as he wanted without worrying about getting hurt. "It's really too tiring. I think what Aegon said before he died was right."

"I'm almost regretting this." Daemon said with a carefree smile, "I should have continued to fight against Vhagar and died directly on the battlefield. It would have been better not to worry about these annoying things. Only the Seven Gods know why I thought the Iron Throne was a good thing when I was young. Maybe I was too stupid? Or maybe I was too eager for Viserys' attention?"

"Aren't you worried that this iron chair will end up in my house?" Longzel also laughed.

"Hahaha, Longzier, everyone can see that you hate this iron chair." Daemon sighed, but he still spread his arms on the Iron Throne and pointed at Longzier and said, "Is there any difference between your descendants sitting on this chair and my descendants sitting on this chair? The moment the blood of the Targaryen family and the Varese family blended, I understood this truth. By the way, Longzier, I have always wondered why you are so anxious to stay in Westeros."

"Long Night." Longzel said, "A new long night is coming, and the song of ice and fire will be played in the future. We must participate in it. This is my reason."

"No wonder." Daemon's voice became weaker and weaker. Gradually, he also disappeared on the Iron Throne.

Only Longzel continued to calmly watch everything in front of him, and gradually disappeared into this dream.

Damon wakes up.

Feeling that his partner had woken up, Korakxiu quickly turned his neck and moved closer to his partner. Damon touched his partner's head, looked to the south, then looked to the north, as if he understood something, and let out a long sigh.

"My friend, take me flying again." Daemon climbed onto Korakshu's saddle with great effort and patted Korakshu's back skillfully.

The dragon roared as it took off from the dragon's lair. The slender blood-red dragon flew around King's Landing three full circles before slowly landing on the flat ground next to the back door of the dragon's lair.

Tailan in the Red Castle watched Korakshuu take off, and looked at Count Bartimos beside him with some emotion: "Count."

Bartimos sighed and said, "This is the pride of the Dragon King, Lord Tailan. We must do a good job of cleanup for His Majesty until His Majesty the King and His Royal Highness Longzel return to King's Landing."

"clear."

Korakshuu landed gently on flat ground and let Damon on his back slowly climb down.

Damon finally felt the severe pain, he almost fell off the dragon saddle just now, so it was very difficult for him to climb down from the dragon saddle.

The old prince walked up to Carax with difficulty: "Carax, dracarys"

Korakhiu was stunned.

"Dracarys"

Korakxiu looked around but didn't find anything to burn. Finally, he looked at Prince Damon, who was almost kneeling down with his hands on his stomach.

"Old man, we were born in blood and fire, and we will die in blood and fire. This is my honor."

The bloodworm whimpered and turned its head away.

"Listen, Korakshuu, you don't want me to die in agony on the hospital bed, do you?" Damon smiled: "This would be more painful for me than killing me."

Korakhuu finally turned his head back.

The red light slowly surged in the bloodworm's throat.

Damon closed his eyes in relief.

Bright red dragon flame gushed out amid the whimpering of bloodworms.

Daemon Targaryen, regent of the Targaryen dynasty, died in blood and fire as he wished in 134 AD at the age of fifty-three.

An era is over.

Second update, this chapter has 4300 words. Let us say goodbye to Prince Damon.

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