Ice and Fire: Reign of the Dragon

"Lingol, when did you do this?" Serena looked at her brother in shock. This was the second time she was shocked by her family after she had a great time burning people and cities today.

"Sister, I suggest you don't talk nonsense." Dan came over with a smirk on his face. He actually had a similar feeling after listening to what his brother said.

Is this still my upright and rule-abiding elder brother?

But for the sake of the family, it doesn't matter.

"After all, it's you who will do this, sister." Dan had no opinion on Lingol's proposal. On the contrary, if possible, he could even pull Senderos to agree with it.

It's nothing, it's too hurtful.

"But... It's easy to adopt Brynden. After all, he is just an illegitimate child. I want to come here to be a playmate or substitute child for Sebastian and Igor. To put it bluntly, it's all flattering him, but adopting Beile, or the other methods you mentioned will make your sister's children fall apart."

Serena hesitated a little. After all, Lingol's method is indeed effective.

The most feasible way to prevent the possibility of the dragon staying in the Targaryen family is to prevent Baelor from ascending the throne, or to let him marry Varese's daughter as queen after ascending the throne. However, the latter still cannot solve the problem of the dragon staying in the Targaryen family.

Moreover, it is unknown whether Targaryen will continue to marry Varese's daughter at that time.

To be honest, Varese did this. In fact, it was a bit overbearing. After all, if you talk about it from the root, Vermithor, Silverwing, and Dawn are all dragons of the Targaryen family.

Although Varese has the confidence to be overbearing.

Among Samantha's children, Daeron lost his mother, wife, son and brother, and the land he had just conquered was also hit by such a thing. He was strong enough not to be crushed. Princess Rhaena married Prince Aegon, and Princess Elena had already accepted that she was Rhaegon's wife. Targaryen would not accept a Varese as a royal consort, because Targaryen had no ability to negotiate with Varese. A royal consort with the surname Varese was no different from a Varese sitting on the Iron Throne. Prince Rhaegar was dead, and Princess Diana... Forget about it.

Only Baelor was not only a male heir, but also smart, handsome and healthy under Samantha's education.

If Daeron could not have children, he would be the first choice for the throne.

Let Baelor withdraw from the election for the throne, or let Targaryen pinch his nose and admit that a Targaryen with the mark of Varese ascended the throne.

These were all the options Varese could choose.

So when the dragon riders of Vareses discussed the ownership of the fire, Rey and Princess Rhaena chose to avoid it, or at least not to actively intervene.

Rhaena looked at the children who were discussing enthusiastically and smiled bitterly.

"Rhaena" Rey wanted to say something to his wife, but finally closed his mouth. He knew that he couldn't say anything now.

"Rey, you are already an old man." Rhaena suddenly smiled: "If our hair color was not originally this color, I am afraid that you, me, and my brother would have gray hair, and we would not be unable to accept even this little thing."

The old princess looked into her husband's eyes, and her tone was calm: "Rey, I believe in the character of my brother and Prince Ringol. At least I don't see the day when the Vareses family and the Targaryen family are incompatible. That's enough. Don't worry about me."

"Thank you."

"You" Rhaena smiled and scratched Rey's nose, just like when they just got married.

On the other side

Viserys looked at his children and felt a sense of powerlessness.

His children were also unique, Aemon who was brainwashed by the spirit of chivalry, Aerion who loved war horses and dragons more than desks and thrones, and Maegon who was young but showed no less temperament than his brothers.

And Aegon who seemed smart and performed well, but always made him feel that he would fail at the most critical moment.

Don't mention Aegon, the more Viserys mentioned it, the angrier he got.

This time, Syrax and Aegon should have also fought.

Unfortunately, at the most critical moment, Aegon failed. There was no way, he had to clean up the mess of his noble bastards, especially the bastard of the Blackwood family, he needed to deal with this matter.

He could only take Syrax to stay on the mainland as a garrison.

A chance to show off his muscles was wasted in vain.

Viserys was a little desperate. If Baelor hadn't tamed the Kindred and comforted him a little, he wouldn't even see the future of Targaryen. The most prominent one in this revenge on the conquered land is definitely Wormithor.

The two dragon king families showed off their muscles, but in the end, they actually served as wedding clothes for the Vareses family.

If Baelor can, Daeron should marry a Targaryen and give birth to an heir. If not, Viserys looked at the Vareses dragon riders who were discussing, and the huge beast in the firelight.

Then push Baelor to the throne and let him marry a Targaryen.

The fire must be kept in the Targaryen family.

Viserys secretly made up his mind.

He had completely lost hope of weakening Vareses.

But he had to give it a try, after all, he couldn't just sit and wait to die.

The dragon group that made the whole world tremble finally cleaned up the local nobles of the conquered land and presided over the redivision of the land before leisurely flying away from the East Continent.

All the free trade cities, even those kingdoms as far as the east, the city-state of Gis in the Slaver's Bay, and the Khalasar of the Dothraki were in deep fear.

Everyone recalled the days when the Valyrian Freehold ruled the world.

They also recalled that they had no strength to fight against the dragon.

Even the strongest Braavos and Volantis knelt down and licked Westeros' shoes. What can other city-states do?

They can only play dead.

King's Landing, Vareses Black Palace.

Baelor looked at everything he was familiar with, and his eyes couldn't help but become moist again. He seemed to see his mother sitting on a soft chair facing the sun, reading a book quietly while adjusting delicious juice for himself.

The little boy shook his head: "Baelor, since you have decided, you have to do it. Mother will definitely support me."

Although Baelor is young, he is not stupid. On the contrary, he is very smart. Whether it is literacy or anything else, he is much faster than his brothers and sisters.

He also learned a lot of helpless things from his mother.

For example, the ownership of the dragon, and the inevitable friction between the royal family and the Varese family.

The little Beile decided to tell his mother in his own way that he could handle this matter.

He resolutely carried his small bag and prepared to walk towards the fire waiting in the courtyard.

"Where are you going, Beile?"

A familiar voice suddenly sounded.

There was more than one.