Ice and Fire: Reign of the Dragon.

Chapter 270 The Dragon's Heart is Not Dead
The look in Darren's eyes at that moment made even Aemon's heart tremble and he straightened his back even more.

"Aemon." He glanced at the anxious Admiral and sighed. Although the monarch was offline, he was not completely ignorant of the court situation. He knew exactly who Aegon had planted. "Tell the city guards to find out who caused the riot in the city today and compile a list for me."

It was just because Aegon was a Targaryen family member, no matter how ridiculous he was, he would not really joke about the Targaryen dynasty, so he did not care much about it. As for the so-called "Silver Dragon Party" in the Riverlands and the Reach.
They haven't really exercised any political rights, so why bother with them?

But Daeron still underestimated the ambitions of some people. After hearing the reports from Aemon and Count Andre Farman, Daeron's intuition immediately told him that things were not that simple. With just a simple analysis, Daeron found out that something was wrong.

Dragons take off and land in King's Landing every day. Even the Dragons often roar over King's Landing, heading to Blackwater Bay for food. The people of King's Landing have long been accustomed to the comings and goings of dragons. They might discuss which dragon is flying in the sky, or discuss the size and combat effectiveness of the dragons on the streets. Some gamblers will even bet on the prey brought back by the dragons.

But it will definitely not cause riots.

The riots were definitely led by someone. No matter what the person behind them wanted to do, Darren could probably give two directions: someone who wanted to remind himself that he had a real heir - a male heir. And someone who wanted to muddy the waters and fish in troubled waters to get something out of trouble.

I just don't know which side the people behind the scenes are on, or whether they are on both sides.

No matter who it is, if they dare to put their hand into the dragon's mouth, they will be bitten off by the dragon.

Daeron softened his tone and continued, "Find out who their mastermind is and tell me. As for you, Lord Farman, I'm afraid you'll have to stay in Maegor's Holdfast for a few days. Don't worry, it's not the room under Maegor's Holdfast."

Seeing Andre Farman's fearless look, Darren couldn't help but laugh.

Lord Farman heaved a sigh of relief and followed Aemon out. He didn't know what to say, so he could only follow Aemon to his room in silence.

Of course it wasn’t an underground cell, but a fairly comfortable bedroom.

"Lord Farman, thank you for staying here for the past few days." Aemon comforted Earl Farman gently, and immediately turned to the military camp to mobilize the capital garrison, leaving Earl Farman alone there, wondering what he was thinking.

The two ignorant eyes revealed an expression of disbelief and confusion.

King's Landing, a mansion.

A thin middle-aged man pushed the door open in panic. Before he could make any move, his knees bent and a man in a golden robe hit the middle-aged man on the back with a stick. Although the man was thin, he was obviously a noble and his teeth were grimaced.

"How could you treat me like this? Do you know who I am?" The middle-aged man said with fear in his eyes, but still pretended to be angry.

"know."

The middle-aged man's pretended anger disappeared in an instant. His legs softened, and this time he didn't use the golden robe's stick, he just knelt on the ground.

"Prince. Your Highness"

"I was able to find you and explain your plan. His Majesty the King knows it very well." Aemon sighed. He had tried his best to restrain the ferocity of the Gold Cloaks, but after the reorganization of the Gold Cloaks after the riot in King's Landing, after experiencing the management of Regent Daemon, Prime Minister Longzel, and King Aegon II, the Gold Cloaks have become the largest direct military force in the hands of the royal family. Although they may not be as elite as the royal guards, the White Cloaks, they have the advantage of large numbers and sufficient training.

And he is familiar with the streets and all kinds of people in King's Landing.

It took them literally just a few hours to identify the rioters, and they confessed who was behind the riot before they were even tortured.

"Your Highness, let my brother go." The middle-aged man knelt down without hesitation. Conspiracies and tricks are worthless in the face of absolute force. It's not that they haven't bribed the gold cloaks before, but when Aemon appeared, even the gold cloaks who took their money would not hesitate to beat them with sticks.

"Your Majesty will make your own decision on the issue of succession," Aemon said calmly. He was not a bloodthirsty person, and Daeron did not let him massacre those behind the scenes.

After all, even if these people want to fish in troubled waters, their starting point is the issue of succession to the kingdom.

After Baelor made it clear that he would not inherit the kingdom, the issue of succession to the kingdom did exist. Who would inherit the Targaryen family?
Among Queen Samantha's children, Princess Rhaena married Prince Aegon, and Princess Elena was the wife of Rhaegon Varese - they had already been married in Dragon's Nest, and Elena took away her dragon "Sunshine", which was also the Targaryen royal family's answer to the Varese family.

The fire was an accident, the sunshine is our compensation.

Although the compensation was a bit unequal, the Varese family didn't say anything for the sake of face. After all, Liming had firmly belonged to the Varese family.

Baelor was originally the undisputed male heir - even though Queen Rhaenyra won, male succession was still deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and the vast majority of people in the kingdom wanted Daeron to make Baelor the crown prince.

There is another option - Prince Aegon and his brothers.

From the day she took the initiative to become Aegon's mistress, Daena automatically lost her inheritance rights.

No one really wants a bitch to be queen - Rainiera also played it secretly in private, and on the surface, she and her two husbands were model couples.

No matter what the people behind the scenes are plotting, at least for now, it is all for the kingdom.

Darren couldn't really bring himself to kill him.

"I can grant your request, Ser Darry." Aemon looked at the unfortunate guy expressionlessly - he was the only noble who dared to show up openly on the black market.

Even Count Lucas Rostand, a useless guy who doesn't care about his job, has his intelligence network know who this guy is.

"We will not touch Lord Darry and Darry City. After all, your starting point is also for the kingdom." He said: "Lord Darry's position will be taken back by the royal family. He can take his daughter with him, but he cannot take away the bastard left by my ridiculous brother."

"Thank you for your kindness, Your Majesty."

Ser Darry fell to the ground gratefully, and Aemon tilted his head. A golden cloak came up with a rope and put it around Ser Darry's neck without hesitation.

The ropes grew tighter and tighter. Ser Darry struggled a few times, then stopped moving.

"The Stranger sends his regards, Ser Darry."

This scene took place in many mansions in King's Landing.

There’s even a Red Fort.

(End of this chapter)