Ice and Fire: Reign of the Dragon.

Chapter 309: Don't anger the Silver Dragon, and the King too
"Igor, have you told Grandpa?"

Daenerys was more serious than ever before. Even Igor, who knew her best, rarely saw his usually lively sister so serious.

"Igor, I believe you also understand that as long as Grandpa is still alive, no matter what the royal family does, it will not be made public. Even if there is such a thing as an illegitimate dragon knight, it is an accident that is done out of necessity. If you make it clear publicly... Wait, what you said does make sense."

Daenerys suddenly realized.

Yes, the sooner this matter is made clear, the less bargaining chips Aegon will have to win over the bastard dragon riders.

"So, Grandpa knows about this?"

Igor nodded.

“He acquiesced.”

A deep sadness suddenly flashed across Daenerys' eyes. She naturally understood that the only reason why her grandfather, who controlled everything, condoned Igor to do this was that Longzel had a premonition that his life would come to an end. His magic and everything he had would be used to benefit the family, but he would no longer be able to guide the family's future, nor could he suppress everything in the kingdom like an uncrowned king.

"This is the inevitable result, sister. Grandfather is already over 70 years old. He has his mission, and we also have our responsibilities. I'm just sorry that it will make your wedding unhappy."

"What's there to be sorry about?" Daenerys smiled. "I wish my wedding would be more lively. Does Basilone know about this?"

Igor's mouth curled up in a strange arc: "Otherwise, how can you get along so well with your brother-in-law? Serena of Rees, her room was coordinated by her brother-in-law, which makes it easier for the king to do wrong things when he is drunk or reveling."

Daenerys couldn't help but smile.

"Okay, sister, get ready."

Igor bowed to his sister dramatically. "I wish you a happy wedding."

Daenerys' wedding is still a week away.

Long lines of people were seen on the major roads of Westeros.

The Northern troops crossed the Neck and walked on the fertile plains of the Three Rivers. The Northerners, who had grown fat and strong in the summer, filled the granaries. Unlike when King Aegon had just ascended the throne, the heirs of the major noble families formed a huge team. They gathered around Rickon Stark, the heir of the Stark family, who also had a lot of white hair, and prepared to show the power of the North to the continent at the wedding of the wolf and the silver dragon.

Under the flying wolf flag, Rickon Stark stared at the golden wheat field beside him, wanting to stroke it, but he finally held back. Starting from Aegon II, continuing from Daeron I, and now to the long summer and the short winter that is almost forgotten by the northerners, the North has become richer than ever before. Not only has the population increased several times, but even the Night's Watch, which originally relied on criminals for support, can maintain a size of more than 5,000 people for a long time.

The North has not been this rich for who knows how many centuries.

"Sir, the troops from the valley appeared behind us."

Young Lord Mormont urged his horse and trotted over to the heir, speaking softly.

"The Vale team? Will it be led by Lord Shufu himself, or by Ser Robb?"

Rickon asked, taking back his mood from the wheat field.

"Ser Robb and his eldest son Donnel, my lord," Lord Mormont replied.

Rickon nodded and raised his hand. "We'll wait for our friends in the Vale."

The northern troops slowly stopped. Compared with the Vale knights in bright and beautiful armor, the northern barbarians looked like barbarians. Among the northern nobles, only Rickon Stark wore enamel-inlaid plate armor, while the other nobles still wore mail and furs. In the Three Rivers, furs could not be worn. It was too hot.

Accompanied by cheerful drum beats and the sound of orderly horse hooves, the Vale's troops were tight and orderly. The Vale knights wearing plate armor and blue and white cloaks protected the nobles of the Vale and joined the troops from the North.

Who could have thought that the Eagles and the Wolves, who had fought each other for the Three Sisters Islands during the Seven Kingdoms, could actually become as close as a family after Aegon's conquest.

"Lord Rickon."

Robb Arryn knocked on his breastplate with his gauntlet. He was actually the next generation of Rickon Stark. Cregan Stark, the former "Winter Wolf" and now the "Old Man of the North", was indeed a long-lived man. In the entire Westeros aristocratic circle, only Cregan Stark and Dragonzel Varese could be regarded as real elders.

It is indeed quite sad that the longevity of the Stark family has caused the next generation to grow old. Rickon Stark doesn't even know if he will die before his father.

"Ser Robb, this is Donnel."

Robb Arryn smiled and called the boy next to him over. "This is my child, Lord Rickon. I am now looking for a suitable knight for Donnel. I wonder..."

"In the past two generations of the Stark family, only Basilone and my brother's son Creed have been anointed with holy oil. Winterfell is a hard place." Rickon looked at Donald with a smile: "My little brother Basilone is in need of a squire."

"Thank you very much."

I didn't expect Rickon to be so easy to talk to. Robb Arryn's joy was almost written on his face. As the heir of the Vale, he had the responsibility to lead the Vale forward and to seek a better future for the Vale.

As one of the only two regions in the Seven Kingdoms with closed terrain, if the Vale did not have the Andal landing place, the birthplace of chivalry, and more fertile land, it might have faced the same problems as Dorne.

Forgotten by the politics of King's Landing.

This is indeed the case.

During the reigns of Aegon I, Aenys I and Maegor I, the Vale was seen as a source of unrest in King's Landing, and the dragonlords were troubled by the internal struggles of the House of Arryn and the resistance of the people of the Vale.

During the reign of Jaehaerys, the Elder King who tried to win over the Vale lost his daughter in the Vale. The dragon blood of the Vale also flowed back to the Targaryens with Lady Emma, ​​and the Vale once again lost the opportunity to occupy a position in the politics of King's Landing.

A Dance with the Dragons was the closest the Vale ever came to the political sphere of King's Landing, which was a pity.

Duchess Jeyne did not seize the opportunity, and Queen Rhaenyra did not have time to support the valley.

Same with the North and the Vale.

The same thing was happening on other avenues.

Especially after the king began to employ illegitimate sons rather than traditional nobles.

The great nobles keenly sensed the royal family's other intentions.

They also started their own actions.

(End of this chapter)