111 AC.
The tournament celebrating the fifth anniversary of the King and Queen's marriage grandly opened in King's Landing.
Criston Cole, wearing Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen's favor, quickly unhorsed Gawen Hightower.
"Uncle is still quite formidable; he fought for five rounds before being unhorsed."
In the stands, Aegon Targaryen opened a history book, reading and smiling as he spoke to his mother.
Alicent Hightower's expression was somewhat displeased.
But as the King's second Queen, many eyes were on her, and she couldn't openly complain.
Aegon said nothing more; he didn't care who won or lost, focusing only on flipping through 'The History of the Targaryen Dynasty'.
He was not a simple child; within his young body resided a twenty-four-year-old soul from Blue Star!
As a transmigrator, Aegon had read the book 'Fire and Blood' in his previous life, which chronicled a bloody civil war in the middle period of the Targaryen dynasty.
It originated from the struggle for succession to the Iron Throne between Viserys I's eldest daughter, Rhaenyra, and his second wife, Alicent Hightower's eldest son, Aegon.
When he learned that he had become Aegon Targaryen from the book, he abandoned any idea of slacking off.
He was Viserys I's eldest son, and many throughout the kingdom hoped he would ascend the throne.
And the current heir to the Iron Throne, his half-sister, also had a group of supporters.
The moment he was born, when the midwife cried out "A boy!", the game of thrones had already begun.
In this game, it would never end unless one side was completely eliminated.
Amidst the frantic cheers of the many nobles, the tournament drew to a close.
Criston, as expected, became the final champion.
However, just as he stepped forward to receive the cheers of the crowd, a dragon's roar suddenly erupted.
"Screech!"
A sharp, piercing dragon's roar exploded in the air above the tournament grounds, and a blood-red giant dragon broke through the clouds, swooping down.
"Caraxes, nicknamed 'The Blood Wyrm', a massive, formidable, terrifying blood-red beast, and possessing rich combat experience."
Aegon looked at Caraxes, who had landed in front of the central grandstand, and said softly.
Alicent involuntarily picked at her fingers.
The owner of this terrifying dragon was Prince Daemon Targaryen, the King's younger brother.
More importantly, Daemon and her father, Otto Hightower, were at odds.
It wouldn't even be an exaggeration to call them enemies.
But two years ago, her father was dismissed from his position as Hand of the King for overstepping on the issue of the Crown Prince.
Since then, she had lost her greatest backing, and the Hightower Family's influence in King's Landing had plummeted to its lowest point.
But fortunately, she was very fertile and lucky; in just five years, she had given Viserys two sons and one daughter.
With children to elevate her status, and having fulfilled Viserys's obsession with a son, her position in the Red Keep was not low.
At this moment, Aegon also noticed Alicent's tension; he gently held Alicent's hand, preventing her from picking at her fingers any further.
"Mother, do you know that you like to pick at your fingers when you're nervous?"
Aegon said quietly.
Hearing this, Alicent was momentarily stunned; she certainly knew she had a habit of picking at her fingers when nervous.
But she couldn't understand why her son, who had been exceptionally clever since childhood, didn't want her to pick at her fingers.
Seeing Alicent still looking puzzled, Aegon sighed helplessly in his heart; his mother was still too naive.
"If I can know you have this habit, others naturally can too. Now that grandfather has been dismissed, you must be strong and not let certain people think that we, mother and son, are easy to bully!"
Reminded by Aegon, Alicent suddenly came to her senses, rubbing Aegon's small hand with both relief and gratitude.
Then Alicent straightened her back, a gentle and dignified smile returning to her face.
While the mother and son were whispering, Daemon, wearing a crown, had already approached Viserys.
Two Royal Guard members instantly drew their iron swords, blocking Daemon, who intended to advance further.
Viserys had now entered middle age, but his slightly plump face still held ample majesty.
"You wear a crown. Are you preparing to declare yourself King?"
He looked at Daemon very calmly, not even angry that the other party wore a crown.
In his reign, Daemon had caused too much trouble; even if Daemon were to declare himself King, he wouldn't be surprised.
However, Daemon's return this time was clearly not to argue with his elder brother.
He threw the captured weapons in his hand before Viserys, kneeling on one knee.
"After I conquered the Stepstones, they called me King of the Narrow Sea and the Stepstones.
But I know there is only one true King, and that is you!
Please allow me to offer you the crown and the Stepstones; they are yours."
Viserys looked at Daemon kneeling before him, a smile involuntarily appearing at the corner of his mouth.
He was greatly relieved that his brother had finally matured!
Viserys personally stepped forward to help Daemon up, returning the crown.
He kissed his brother's cheeks, announcing his welcome home.
To the reconciliation of the bloodline of Prince Baelon Targaryen, "the Spring Prince", nobles and commoners alike let out thunderous cheers.
The loudest cheers were undoubtedly from Princess Rhaenyra.
Her beloved uncle's sudden appearance filled her with joy, and she even stepped forward to beg him not to leave so soon.
Aegon was also clapping vigorously.
However, in his gaze towards Viserys and Daemon, an inexplicable glimmer flickered.
What a deep and righteous brotherly bond.
Unfortunately, in at most half a year, Daemon would again be exiled by Viserys, returning to the Stepstones to continue fighting.
"He is also your enemy, Aegon." Just as Aegon was clapping, Alicent couldn't help but whisper a reminder.
Aegon didn't respond, only clapping continuously until the applause gradually faded, then he lowered his small hands.
There were some things he didn't know how to say, but when it was time to show, he had to show.
If everyone else clapped and you didn't, wouldn't others think you were petty?
Aegon was a little helpless; he was still too young.
If some things were shown, people would think you were clever and precocious, but if shown too much, it would only be counterproductive.
Especially when it came to schemes, it was even more important not to appear too outrageous.
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