Game of Thrones: The Strongest Dragon Mother

Chapter 599 I changed my plan again

"Your Majesty, even if you want to leave, you have to wait until you defeat the allies and win the Battle of Meereen." Old Jon said solemnly.

Look, this is a knight, a real knight!

This kind of talent deserves to be trusted.

"What did Aegon think, you didn't follow him, why did he get the allegiance of the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms?" Dany asked puzzled.

The fight for the Iron Throne doesn't end with taking King's Landing.

You don't need to care about the wishes of the people, but you must get the approval of the nobles, because the basis of the king's rule is the nobles.

Aegon, a prince who has been dead for 18 years in name, is very difficult to even enter the household registration books of Rhaegar and Ilia's family, let alone gain the loyalty of nobles.

If Clinton helps him run around, maybe he can win some nobles.

—Clinton may not be as well-known in the Seven Kingdoms as Barristan, but he is still a well-known figure.

Among the knights of the Seven Kingdoms, he is also recognized as a true knight with integrity and honor.

Tyrion is undoubtedly more capable than Connington, but his reputation is rotten in the mud, and being around Aegon will only drag him down.

"He has the support of the Golden Group, the Dragon, and your approval." Clinton said with a complicated expression.

Dani is also a fan of the authorities.

With Aegon's 50-meter-long pterosaur, one thing is certain in the Seven Kingdoms: Whether Aegon is the son of Rhaegar or not, the Dragon Queen must think he is.

Otherwise, even if his head is not cut off, he will never be given a pterosaur.

This is also one of the reasons why Illyrio and Varys sent Aegon all the way to Slaver's Bay, gold plating.

"Tell me, what should I do? I have sworn an oath, and I will never break it. But by default, Aegon is fighting for the Iron Throne in my name, which is tantamount to breaking his oath."

Dany threw the problem to two honest men.

Aemon was still frowning and thinking hard, but Lao Ji immediately said firmly: "Your Majesty, you are right, the sacred oath cannot be violated.

His Royal Highness is your junior and also you. ． ． ． ． ．He is not considered your vassal, but he has received your help and favor. You must not tarnish your honor for your own selfish desires! "

Look, look, this is the real knight with honor and faith.

What the real knight said makes sense!

Dany once again confirmed that the knight civilization in Westeros still has some merits.

"Ser, what do you think I should do?" Dany asked kindly.

"I don't know." Old Jon said bluntly.

The dragon queen is dead.

"But I know what I should do." Lao Jiong said again quickly.

"What?" Dany asked with a blank face.

"I'm going to Pentos to persuade Prince Aegon to give up his irrational behavior, to ensure that your oath will not be violated and your honor will not be tarnished." Old Jon said.

If she hadn't understood how old Jiong was, Danni would have thought that he hadn't succeeded in running away before, and now she was planning to come and never return!

"You didn't persuade him before, is it useful to go now?" Dany doubted.

Old Jiong said with a serious expression: "Whether it can be done is one thing, but whether it can be done is another matter.

I have raised a prince for more than ten years, and I cannot watch him do wrong things.He is finally my adopted son, so I have to persuade him to come back. "

At this moment, old Aemon also thought of a way, saying: "Persuasion, it probably won't work, the temptation of the Iron Throne

Tell Aegon, ser, that if he will not do what His Grace has sworn, let her honor be spared. "

"How to do?"

A gleam flashed in old Aimon's eyes, and he said in a deep voice, "Two branches of one family!"

"Two branches in one family?" Old Jon exclaimed.

"Yes, two branches of one family, just like Dane in Starfall City and High Hidden City." Old Aemon nodded.

"Master Aemon, are you going to make Prince Aegon a branch? I'm afraid he won't want to!" Old Jon was not happy at first.

He did disapprove of Aegon's behavior, but he also didn't want the "Silver Prince" to somehow become a "secondary" Targaryen.

Indeed, the lords of both Starfall City and Gaoyin City are called "Dain", but Gaoyin City has been a vassal of Starfall City for thousands of years.

In fact, there is a more direct example than Dane, Stark, King of the North, and Karstark of Kahuo City.

Obviously, Jon doesn't want Rhaegar to be "Rhaegar Catangaryan".

"Without a main family, it's like Fossoway in the Reach." Aemon said.

Fossoway in the Reach is another example. There is no distinction between the two, one is red apples and the other is green apples.

More like Targaryen's red and black dragons.

Well, after Aegon ran away, Aemon had completely regarded him as a black dragon.

Regardless of whether Aegon is a descendant of the Blackfyre, Aemon has decided to treat him like a black dragon from now on.

"I will try my best to persuade the prince to come back." Old Jon reluctantly agreed to Aemon's suggestion.

If the family is divided into two, the Dragon Queen will naturally not have to take responsibility for Aegon's actions, and Aegon can also mess around as he pleases.

But it did Aegon more harm than good.

He's vying for the Iron Throne, not already on it.

Now he still needs the support of the Dragon Queen, at least the tiger skin of the Dragon Queen.

At this moment, Lao Jiong can only hope that his adopted son will be smarter and honestly follow him back to Slave Bay to be a glorious pterodactyl knight.

Dany is discussing Tyrion's defection here, and Tyrion is also suffering from his behavior.

After the day of patricide, the innocent and happy little devil is gone forever.

If there really is an endless hell, he has been wandering in the endless hell.

During the day, sensuality, color, touch, and smell can teach people to anesthetize; at night, in sleep, all emotions emerge so clearly from the depths of the soul.

A person who lives in regret will get drunk, but never sleep soberly.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty the Queen, no, don't take my Tessa! Please, I can help you match the wildfire, I can go to the old dragon in the rainforest to learn the way, I can also help you"

The dwarf knelt under the queen and begged.

"The dragon is mine. If you betrayed me, I will take Tessa back," the Dragon Queen said with a cold look on her face. She raised her foot and kicked the dwarf back a few times like a football.

The dwarf struggled to get up, wiped the blood from his forehead, looked up again, and saw his father staring at him with stern eyes.

He has a golden lion helmet on his head, and he wears a golden plate armor of dark red enamel. The breastplate and gloves are decorated with complicated golden scrolls, and the gauntlet disc is golden sunburst.

A pair of golden lionesses lay on their shoulders, dragging thick and heavy pure gold silk cloaks.

He looked majestic and luxurious, but when he looked down, he saw that Duke Tywin's lower body was bare, his dick was bloody, and there was a crossbow bolt stuck in it.

"Father, I'm sorry!" The dwarf burst into tears and began to cry, "You are a bastard, but I shouldn't have killed you."

Tywin only stared at him with blue eyes without warmth, and his thin lips were tightly pursed.

"Tyrion, you killed me!"

The dwarf wiped away his tears and saw that Uncle Kefeng had replaced his father, looking at him sadly.

Uncle was wearing a gorgeous dark red velvet dress with gold embroidered lions and a crown, sitting on an iron throne full of sharp knives, his neck was empty, his head was caught in his left armpit, his eyes complained, and his mouth opened and closed to talk .

"Tyrion, you say you're a Lannister, you say you want a bright future for the Lannisters of Casterly Rock.

I believed you and paid the price with my life for it, but you regret it here, what is there in Slaver's Bay?

Do you want to free the slaves, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

"No, I don't regret it, I want to go back to King's Landing, I want to correct Cersei's mistakes, and control the affairs of the Seven Kingdoms before the Dragon Queen officially intervenes—oooh!"

Tyrion howled and sat up, before he woke up, a fluffy head lifted from his crotch, and said vaguely: "Mr. Dragon Knight, you are really crazy."

Tyrion looked around, the palace-like gorgeous living room, the sea breeze blowing from the balcony, brought him the sound of seagulls, the warm color of the sun and the salty taste of the sea.

And he himself was lying naked on a goose down bed, the mattress was so soft that he felt like he was wrapped in a cloud.

Perhaps, not only because of the mattress, but also

The dwarf looked at the hard-working blonde slave girl early in the morning and asked, "Why am I crazy? Did I say something?"

"You hugged me to do that, and you called the Dragon Queen, 'Cersei' and 'Jaime', and even 'Tywin' and 'Kevon'. Calling the Queen is fine, you Even Tywin is your father, right?"

"Go away!" the dwarf yelled angrily.

The female slave was very good, she got up and left obediently.

"Wait," the dwarf frowned, looking at his cock as hard as an iron bar, and called again, "Come back!"

After finishing his work, Tyrion took a shower before staggering out of the bedroom.

In the fountain garden in the palace backyard, he saw Aegon and Illyrio.

The fat governor was sitting under the cherry tree enjoying glutinous rice cake with jujube kernels. When he saw the dwarf, he immediately stretched out his palm as thick as a carrot with knuckles, and shouted:

"Old man, come and sit down, I have a cherry pigeon pie for you. I was looking for you to discuss the next thing, but I heard at the door

Hey, it's nice to be young, it's already noon. "

The dwarf's ugly face was slightly red, and he pointed to Aegon, who was by the pool and yelled at the craftsman to paint the pterosaur, and asked, "What is the prince doing?"

Tyrion rocked his hip from side to side to stabilize himself.

This chair is too big for a dwarf, and it was originally used to put the fat governor's fat ass|ass.

The seat was wide and deep, and the dwarf felt uncomfortable in the kingdom of giants.

"Didn't you see it? Paint it black." The fat man twirled his oiled yellow beard and said.

"I saw it, but what are you doing with the paint?" The dwarf simply moved his ass to the armrest and sat on the chair as a soft couch.

The fat governor frowned, then opened it again, and sighed: "The pterodactyl sounds a few grades worse than the giant dragon, but fortunately Prince Aegon's Balerion is big enough and full of deterrence.

But its scales are like weeds in a stinking lake"

"Think about it, do the people and nobles of Westeros have more feelings for the black dragon?" The fat governor said with a smile.

"So, even the name has changed?"

The dwarf lifted the tightly sealed bronze lid, picked up the pigeon pie inside, and munched.

The fat man narrowed his small eyes, glanced at the stone sculpture in the center of the pool inadvertently, and said: "Obviously, 'Elia' is far less destined than 'Belerion'."

In the center of the marble pool is a nude sculpture of a young swordsman, with a light body and agility. He is the fat governor when he was young.

Well, at this time, Roshan had a period of youthful years when he could be well-fed by his looks.

The dwarf chewed on the pie and muttered, "But 'Elia' is clearly more Uncle Dorne's favorite.

You called the prince back in advance, and didn't even inform the Dragon Queen face to face, you have offended her greatly, if you lose Dorne's support again."

(End of this chapter)