Ice and Fire: Reign of the Dragon.

Chapter 269 Let the children do what they want to do
"Seven levels of hell." Count Farman pushed aside the Minister of Justice Count Clinton who was blocking his way. He just took a step forward and turned around to grab the slow-moving Grand Secretary: "Grand Secretary, come with me!"

Before he could finish his words, the strong Count Farman didn't even wait for the Grand Secretary to answer. He picked up the Grand Secretary and ran outside. He didn't put down the Grand Secretary who was almost broken into pieces until he reached the stairs.

It was not because Lord Farman felt sorry for the old Grand Maester, nor because he didn't have the strength to carry the Grand Maester upstairs, but because they ran head-on into Prince Aemon who had just finished his patrol.

"What's going on? Why are you in such a hurry?" Prince Aemon looked at the breathless Admiral and Grand Maester in a strange way. He had just been patrolling inside Maegor's Holdfast and had not heard the commotion outside. It was unclear what had happened. "Take your time, take your time."

"Your Highness Aemon, the Burning Fire took off from the direction of the Black Palace and flew eastward. If nothing unexpected happens, Prince Baelor is on the dragon."

Before Aemon could finish his words, when he heard the fire starting, the Prince of Knights could not help but make an apologetic gesture to the two ministers and took a step forward. But before he had taken a few steps, he hit his thigh in annoyance.

That's too late.

Ilion is not in the capital, and his Vermax is young and agile, so he might be able to catch up with the Burning Fire that has already set out. It's just a possibility, but now neither his Sea Smoke nor Daeron's Dream Fire can catch up with the Burning Fire.

"Have you sent anyone to the Black Palace?"

Earl Farman was stunned for a moment, but immediately replied: "Earl Stokeworth and the Prime Minister should send someone over."

"Forget it, you go to the King, he won't refuse an audience with the Grand Maester, I'll go to the Black Palace." Aemon was not at all confident about this session of the Royal Council. Except for the Chief of Intelligence, Earl Lucas Rothstein Jr., no, including this Chief of Intelligence who was not in King's Landing all year round but in Harrenhal, the entire Royal Council, except for the Captain of the Kingsguard, was made up of people left behind by Prince Viserys.
These people also have a common identity: they are all the fathers and brothers of Prince Aegon's mistress.

However, these people are surprisingly not fools. After Prince Viserys stepped down and died, despite the change of the King's Hand, they still maintained the normal operation of the court after King Daeron was offline. There was no scandal such as accepting bribes - at least no scandal that everyone knows about. The Minister of Finance, Earl Stokeworth, even left a good reputation of being honest and fair among the people of King's Landing.

It is said that if the love life between Lord Lucas Rostan's wife, Philea Stokeworth, Aegon's first noble mistress, and another lady of the Stokeworth family, Laura Stokeworth, and Aegon was not too fascinating, the Chancellor of the Exchequer would have a better reputation.

However, Prince Aemon knew very well that the reason these people could maintain the normal operation of the kingdom was entirely due to the fact that Longzel and Viserys served as the Hand of the King, and a complete and effective administrative process left during the reign of Aegon II.

Apart from the Chancellor of the Exchequer and the King's Hand, who have more work to do, the duties of other ministers are basically to arrange for their courtiers to complete the work, and then review and sign it - although this was the case in the past, at least now the process is much more standardized, so efficiency has also improved.

They can only maintain this set of administrative procedures to ensure that there are no mistakes, and we cannot expect them to be perfect in everything.

Above the Narrow Sea, Huohuo carefully maintained its own stability. Two thinner tentacles wrapped around the young Beile's waist, helping him to maintain stability.

The boy with short hair gasped for air. He had never expected that riding a dragon was such a delicate job. Just maintaining balance and not falling off the saddle was very strenuous, even with the straps on. Moreover, there were too many sundries on the saddle to carry food and water. After flying high into the sky and speeding away from Westeros, Baelor realized that it was really uncomfortable. He couldn't sit or stand, and he had to ask the dragon to help him adjust his balance.

But Baylor has no regrets.

He was very clear about how many landmines he had buried. After suffering repeated setbacks, King Daeron became addicted to writing and implemented an offline monarchy system. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that the ambitions of this "Dragon-hearted King" gradually died out after his conquests became increasingly stable, and perhaps along with it, the king's love as well.

Baelor didn't want to be king at all. For him, staying in King's Landing meant that if anything happened to Daeron, the kingdom would immediately push him to the throne - the nobles would not even consider what the king's wishes were.

Subconsciously, Beile still felt that the throne should belong to his older brothers' children, and then his older sisters.

He, the culprit who caused his mother's physical weakness, had neither the desire nor the qualifications to be king, nor could he be a good king, even though Samantha taught her son all the knowledge she had learned, allowing Beile to see how the kingdom runs as an outsider.

He believed that he had no ability to maintain the kingdom, nor was he able to solve the political system that could still be maintained, but no one knew how long it could last. He was also unwilling to get involved in the political struggles of the nobles.

Then leave and see more of the world outside.

It just so happened that the Black Palace had always maintained the intelligence network of the Vareses family, and Beile overheard the Silver Dragon's plan to explore the continent of Sothoryos from there. Whether it was looking for Moon Dance or other unknown actions, the hot dragon blood in Beile's body told him that if he missed it, he would regret it for the rest of his life.

Then let’s go, so the boy left a farewell note and rode away from the Black Palace on his dragon cleanly and neatly.

It was not until the flames started to burn that the guards of the Black Palace realized that the boy was serious and hurriedly sent people to the Red Castle for help.

It's a pity it's too late.

"Luohuo, you should be familiar with the smell of your uncle's Senderos." Beile tried to move to a relatively less uncomfortable position, and whispered to Luohuo's smooth neck. It was not known whether Luohuo could understand, but it did tilt its head, change direction, and continued to fly southeast.

Beile lowered his head to make himself ride more comfortably. At this distance, his brothers and sisters should not be able to catch up. He breathed a sigh of relief and patted the smooth body of the fire, indicating that it could slow down a bit.

Luehuo quietly lowered the dragon wings and gradually slowed down. Beile finally broke free from the tense state of his muscles and could adjust his posture with peace of mind.

King's Landing, Red Keep, the King's study.

King Daeron had become thinner than the last time he met with his ministers. The once cheerful and decisive warrior king now looked more like a frail scholar.

He looked at Count Farman, who was following the Grand Secretary nervously, with some confusion.

"You are."

"Andre Farman, Count of Fair Island, Your Majesty." Count Farman understood very well why the king did not recognize him. After all, he was not present at the last audience and the one before that.

"Oh, Lord Farman," King Daeron said in a flash of realization. "I remember you. Your third son was a brave warrior. He made nine cursed oathbreakers pay in the name of Rhaegar. I personally gave their lands to your son."

Count Farman was timid and did not dare to respond to the king's words. After all, the nobles who stayed in the country knew very well how the children who participated in the expedition were treated in the country.

"Your Majesty, very urgent news. The fire just flew away from the Black Palace and flew eastward. Prince Beile is most likely on the dragon's back."

"Isn't that natural?" Daeron raised his eyebrows. "Baile's child wants to learn how to ride a dragon? That's a good thing. Let Aemon take care of him. His mother's fire is very gentle and he will be safe."

"No, no, your majesty, that's not the case." Earl Farman almost fainted, but the Grand Secretary spoke up at the right time: "Your majesty, Prince Baylor probably didn't train him to leave the range we can observe."

"Oh, he wants to visit grandpa?" Darren still didn't realize the seriousness of the matter - although it wasn't serious. "Don't worry about it, with the protection of the fire, he won't have any accidents."

"Brother, we are not going to grandpa's house." Aemon pushed open the door with a gloomy face. He was followed by the guards of the Black Palace and held the note left by Beile in his hand.

"Beile heard from someone that Dan was going to Sothoros to look for Moon Dance and Aunt Benila. This kid didn't even tell us and went after Dan's ship. Seven levels of hell, he didn't even think about which dragon Dan was. Even if Huohuo collides with Senderos, it's not certain that he will win."

Aemon shrugged. "I was just making an analogy. After all, with Dan here, there won't be any conflict."

"That's it." Daren didn't care: "With Dan here, no matter what danger it is, it won't affect Beile. Can we ride on the dragon to chase after it? Beile is already very sensible, let the child do whatever he wants."

"Your Majesty, but..." Count Farman wanted to say something anxiously.

"Okay, Beile's movement may have made a big fuss." Daeron suddenly glanced at Earl Farman's face, as if trying to read something from his expression. This made Earl Farman suddenly realize that even if the monarch was offline, Daeron was still the warrior king, the "Dragon Heart King".

Sharpness has always been his hallmark.

"Each dragon rider can cause such a big commotion." The king looked into Earl Farman's eyes calmly. "The citizens of King's Landing will cheer for the dragon's take-off, and will also look at the dragon's appearance calmly. Baelor is just going out for a while, and our uncle is with him. There is no need to panic. Earl Farman, tell the Imperial Council to do what you should do and don't cross the line."

Seeing Earl Farman's puzzled and panicked look, Daeron suddenly smiled. He ignored the Grand Maester and the Lord Admiral and looked at Aemon. "Cousin, you too, there's no need to be so nervous about such a small matter. Although Beile hasn't ridden a dragon many times, we have taken him flying, and mother has taken him riding a fire-breathing dragon. There will be no problem. Don't worry, don't worry."

Aemon pondered Daeron's words and suddenly realized something. He also glanced at Lord Farman who looked confused.

It seems that this guy is also a person who knows nothing, but he still comes out to stick his head out of a sense of responsibility, the kind of person who is sold out and still counts money for others.

Darren slowly stood up.

I'm not dead yet, but someone is already targeting Targaryen?

(End of this chapter)