Ice and Fire: Reign of the Dragon.

Chapter 258 My Beloved
Baelor didn't leave in the end. But he also firmly refused to become his brother's heir. Daeron couldn't refuse his brother, not to mention that Serena was there.

Darren really couldn't help himself.

So before Viserys could react, Daeron finally compromised and agreed to Baelor's request. The Black Palace was handed over to Baelor by Daeron, and at the same time he promised not to make Baelor his heir and granted him the right to enter and leave King's Landing at any time.

In the presence of his brother and aunt, Beile swore in front of his deceased parents and the ancestors of both families that he would remember his oath.

By the time Viserys reacted, the fact was already confirmed.

Prime Minister's Tower.

Viserys sat silently beside the bed, looking at the capital King's Landing outside the window of the Prime Minister's tower. After so many years of development and changes, King's Landing is no longer the King's Landing of the past. Looking down at the city, King's Landing is still growing. The once muddy and chaotic Flea Bottom has disappeared, but next to the city gate that was once a wasteland and on the banks of the Blackwater River, a new Flea Bottom was born.

That's right. After all, the city is still there, and slums are always growing. The Rogar family's bank, brothel, Jacaerys Cathedral, and Dragon's Lair have become the iconic buildings of King's Landing, and the bustling crowds prove the prosperity of the city.

It is indeed prosperous.

Today, King's Landing and Oldtown provide nearly 70% of the royal family's income, and even during the time of the Centenarian King and Viserys I, this income would have taken several years to accumulate.

"Viserys, what are you looking at?" Lady Lara walked gently to her husband. She was much older than Viserys. Viserys's face was now covered with wrinkles, and so was Lady Lara. Even the wealth and secret arts of the Rogar family could not restore Lady Lara's youth.

"Looking at the family kingdom." Viserys turned to look at Lady Lara, his voice full of fatigue.

He knew he couldn't blame Baylor.

In fact, he has become a little numb by now. He has been jumping around for so many years trying to strengthen the power of the royal family. However, facing the fact that the two queens who married into the Varese family have died and even left behind a dragon, he cannot be happy at all and even feels deeply powerless.

He found that he could no longer reverse the process of the two families gradually merging and even becoming dominated by Varese.

Even if Beile succeeded to the throne and allowed the fire to remain in the family, it would not be able to reverse the situation, and would even speed up the merger of the two families.

This makes him seem like a clown in his contact with the princes over the years.

"Madam, you have seen what I have done over the years. Do you think I am doing the right thing?"

He looked at his wife. Madame Lara was not only his wife, but also his political ally. The Rogar family's strong support and submission to the royal family were rooted in her and her children.

Although Lady Lara never made any judgments about Viserys' affairs.

"Viserys, you already have the answer, why ask me." Lara said calmly, she walked to the chair next to Viserys and sat down. "Everything you do, only you know whether it is worth it, right?"

Viserys was silent. "Lara, you take the children. No, let Aegon stay, you take the children back to Oldtown."

Lara smiled, she knew what her husband was going to do.

"Take care of yourself and come home soon, Viserys."

Viserys closed his eyes and basked in the sunlight quietly.

He is tired, and after helping Daeron stabilize the operation of the kingdom, he will return to Oldtown to retire.

He suddenly understood why Longzel chose to return to Dragon's Nest when no one questioned his authority. From then on, the power of the Vareses family in King's Landing was limited to the Black Palace and the intelligence network.

"Your Highness, I am still your student."

The old prince couldn't help but sigh.

Maegor's Tower.

The king's chamber.

After scolding the maid for the third time, Daeron sat down on the long chair with an unhappy look on his face, staring at the castle steward who was in awe: "Tell me, my beloved just died, and you are so impatient to let the girl climb into the king's bed?"

"No, no." The steward of the Red Castle had a trembling voice, but he tried to calm down and said, "Your Majesty, this is not our own decision. Before Your Majesty chooses a new queen, these girls who have taken the moon tea will ensure the vitality of your seed so that the kingdom..."

"Shut up and get out!" Without even listening to the butler's words, Darren picked up a book and threw it at the butler. The butler screamed "Ouch" and was hit on the head with a bloody mess by the thick book. He could only kneel on one knee in panic and beg for the king's forgiveness.

"I told you to get out!" Darren stood up impatiently, grabbed the butler by the collar and threw him out the door: "Go to the Grand Secretary to get medicine and compensation." Darren pushed the butler against the wall viciously, gritting his teeth and said: "Remember to compensate those girls, and don't do that in the future! You are not allowed to send girls here again, do you understand?"

"Yes, yes, your majesty." Looking at the butler running out in a panic, Darren let out a long sigh and returned to the empty palace.

The king was stunned for a moment. At this time in the past, Queen Jenny would gently pour him a glass of hot wine with spices, and then soothe his heart with her gentle voice.

But now, there is nothing.

The king sat back in his previous position somewhat dejectedly.

What did I want to do before?

Darren tapped his head.

He suddenly saw the book still lying on the ground.

"Expedition"

Daeron suddenly remembered something, picked up the quill, dipped it in ink, and quickly wrote a few lines in High Valyrian on the blank page.

"I dedicate this book to my beloved Queen Jeyne Targaryen."

He went on to write:

"And all the knights who fought for the king in the war."

He signed it.

"King Daeron Targaryen, the Conqueror."

He paused, then continued: "Losing a loved one."

Then he crossed out the line.

He closed the notebook.

This was Darren's decision. He found that normal ways could not ease his mood at all, so he made an important decision.

He wants to write a book because he finds that writing can help him forget his troubles temporarily.

So what should I write?

Daeron decided to write about his expedition to conquer the Disputed Lands.

Thus, the "Records of the Eastern Expedition", which was loved and hated by historians and scholars of later generations, was born.

Dragon's Nest City.

The already very old Lady Diana lay on the bed, looking at the setting sun with somewhat empty eyes. The successive loss of her two daughters had made the health of this old woman, who was already in poor health, worse and worse.

The door creaked open.

Longzel, who was also old but had no wrinkles on his face, walked in silently.

The old man sat next to his wife, and the old couple looked at each other in silence.

I don’t know what I’m thinking.

It was Diana's weak voice that broke the silence.

"Longzel, I have seen Stranger and my brother waving at me."

she said calmly.

"For so many years, I have always had a question for you, Longzel, what is your true love?"

I am late. I have been staying up too late recently. I took a break on Saturday. This chapter is the update on Saturday. There will be two updates today as normal.

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