Ice and Fire: Reign of the Dragon.

Chapter 369 Prime Minister's Parade
Prime Minister’s Parade, a very new term.

In the early years of the kingdom, when the Prime Minister was weak, there had never been such an event. Even the wise combination of Jaehaerys and Barth had never had such a ceremony - Jaehaerys was actually a very strong guy in his heart. He could allow the Prime Minister to be an extension of his hand, but he would not allow the Prime Minister's authority to be on par with his own. Otto Hightower was once powerful with Viserys' tacit approval, but he was not able to organize a tour of the capital on his own.

There were only two periods in which this activity existed.

When Dragonzir served as Hand of the King under Jacaerys I and Aegon II, he would travel on a dragon with Jacaerys I, and would also tour the capital on behalf of Aegon II, or tour the country on a dragon. This was the prototype of the Hand's Parade.

After Ringol became the Hand of the King, the Prime Minister's Parade officially became the norm. There is also a very interesting subdivision within it. The courtiers call it the "Small Parade" and the "Grand Parade". The Small Parade starts from the Red Keep, patrols the main streets of King's Landing, and finally holds a court in the Dragon's Lair to resolve affairs in King's Landing.

Riding a dragon directly into the face of one or several nobles is called a grand parade.

Of course, there is another extreme, which is riding a dragon and leading 18,000 people to attack, also called a grand parade.

The Grand Parade has only taken place once in the past few years. The Drowned God believers of the Iron Islands are dissatisfied. With the prosperity of peace and trade, the Ironmen are gradually unwilling to risk their lives and earn iron money. There are fewer and fewer shields and more and more cargo holds on the Ironmen's longships. The North and the Borderlands need the good iron of the Iron Islands, and the increasingly prosperous Sunset Sea and Summer Sea routes need the Ironmen's longships. As a result, more and more Ironmen are turning away from the ancient roads or consciously reducing the ancient roads. Even the Greyjoy family, who adheres to the ancient roads, has become a little ambiguous.

So the dissatisfied priests of the Drowned God organized hundreds of fanatics and besieged King's Harbor. At this time, the young chieftain Torwyn Greyjoy was facing the nobles who wanted to end the Ancient Road and the mutual attacks with the followers of the Drowned God. He was trapped in Pyke and could not summon longships to guard the port.

Then three dragons descended from the sky and set the Drowned God's camp and the fleet of longships that supported them on fire. It is said that the sea near King's Harbor was boiling hot until that night. Greyjoy's army took advantage of the situation and rushed out of Pyke.

It is said that the severed heads are still piled on the rocks below Pike City, suffering the torture and destruction of the sea breeze.

A few days later, the Westerlands fleet dared to enter King's Harbor to support Captain Torwyn - but the cunning Westerlands people gained a lot of benefits in the Iron Islands in the name of helping.

This made the people of the Iron Islands quite dissatisfied.

"Prime Minister, this parade will have poisonous snakes lurking in the mud baring their fangs at you. Are you ready?" Brynden said.

The maid dressed Ringol in a chain mail woven from recast Valyrian steel, and then in a neat riding suit and a gorgeous prime minister's coat. The well-maintained Silver Blood Sword was hung around the prime minister's waist. The servants from the Blackwood family presented the prime minister with sweet wine for cleansing his mouth, and the servants from the Dustin family put on a dragon skin cloak decorated with wolf skin and silver threads for the prime minister - the dragon skin from Vhagar.

"Isn't this what I have to face every day? Little Bran, there are as many people in the Seven Kingdoms who fear the silver dragon as those who are loyal to us, child." Ringol responded with a smile: "So I approve of your plan, even if the bait is me."

Count Regen Kaon, who was also entering old age, put on heavy armor and stood silently beside Ringol.

"Lord Lei Geng, what are you doing?"

"Just in case." Regen Khaon's voice was a little hoarse. Compared with his old friend and lord who had the blood of a true dragon, Khaon, who only had the blood of Valyria, was obviously not so resistant to aging.

"Thank you for your hard work." Lingol bowed slightly to his old friend, then turned and walked out of the room.

Seventy-seven armored cavalrymen raised their spears to clear the way for the Prime Minister, followed closely by a hundred Silver Bloods, twenty heavily armored knights in human harness, and eighty heavy-armored foot knights wearing silver cloaks following behind, holding up the black background with a red dragon flag of the Targaryen family, and the purple background with a silver dragon and laurel leaf flag of the Varese family. The nobles staying in the capital gathered around the Prime Minister's sedan chair under the protection of the one hundred Silver Bloods. The royal dragon knight Benson was among them - this was his mission.

Behind the Prime Minister's sedan chair were three hundred men in golden robes, holding sticks and shields, guarding the Prime Minister's rear.

It was time for the Prime Minister's parade again. How could the citizens of King's Landing give up such excitement? "Guess who's going to be unlucky this time?" A little nobleman stood on his street-facing villa and said to his friend with a smile.

"I don't know, but it's not you."

"Seven hells, may the Stranger eat you."

The young noble cursed with a smile. His knight friend lazily put his arm around his shoulders and said, "Don't worry, the Prime Minister is very fair. I am too lazy to fabricate any charges against you. I heard that this time they want to deter those saboteurs from the True Dragon Party, so there are so many of you fully armed."

In the alleys facing the street, civilians pouring out of Flea Bottom looked at the team with eager eyes.

"Old man, I remember that after the Prime Minister's last tour, the brown soup in the cafeteria had a lot more good meat, and several pubs also gave out free black bread and salt for a few days."

"Yeah, yeah, every time."

"Dad, I want to join them too." A little boy in simple clothes stared at the glamorous team with his big bright eyes and said enviously.

"That day will come." The boy's father was a strong man, dressed neatly, and seemed to have a decent job, but it didn't pay much. "The Golden Robe has recently recruited many children from commoner backgrounds. You have to train well, then you will have a chance."

When the streets were bustling with activity.

Dragon's lair.

An inconspicuous bronze door suddenly opened, and a dragon guard fell to the side.

Sir Stokeworth glanced coldly at the hidden room and called his men in.

A dozen warriors wearing mail armor, armed with swords and crossbows filed in, followed closely by the one-eyed madman Austin Mullendal and the dragon chaser Balmi.

"Where is your good warrior?" asked Ser Stokeworth doubtfully.

"Where is Sir Penrose?" Austin asked.

"Ponros needs to stay in Harrenhal to attend the tourney, fool." Ser Stokeworth did not give the exiled noble face: "This way we will not be exposed. How many people did you bring?"

"Fifty suits of armor, fifty swords." Austin ignored his taunting: "If you don't succeed, I will tear your head off myself."

Mad-Eye said in a muffled voice.

(End of this chapter)