Game of Thrones: I Am The Heir For A Day

Chapter 397: Aegon’s Maiden’s Day

Chapter 397: Aegon’s Maiden’s Day

Queen's Bedchamber

Bang!

The door to the room closed, and the room grew quiet.

Alicent bent down and took her daughter's hand. "There are many adults arriving today," she whispered.

Helaena turned a deaf ear and muttered, "Bears in the sea..."

The words came out dry, as if her eyes were piercing through unseen images.

"Helaena," Alicent tried to embrace her, eyes full of pity. "My daughter."

Helaena quickly turned away, coldly avoiding her mother's embrace.

Alicent looked stunned, her pupils trembling as she looked at her daughter. "I need rest," Helaena murmured, lowering her fine eyebrows. Then, as an afterthought, she added, "Mother."

She had just seen many, many unfamiliar images, a stream of visions poked into her head like a rough stick. The images penetrated her mind, blurring her memory.

Alicent dropped her hand awkwardly, ignoring the black and green spools of thread on the felt. She sighed softly, "You're a big girl now, it's time to go out and see the world."

"I'm a Targaryen. We own the world," Helaena replied calmly, looking away.

"You may have a dragon, but you can't live on its back for the rest of your life," Alicent said, trying to hold back her frustration as she pressed on convincingly.

Helaena clenched her small hands and stood up, moving away from her mother. "I don't want this."

She was no longer the little girl who cried like a toddler or babbled incoherently. She knew that she was not only a Dragonrider, but also a rare Dreamer. Her brother had told her that there was nothing in this world that she couldn't have if she wanted it.

Alicent, trying to remain patient, continued, "It is the rules of the world that you are of age to marry."

"Whose rules?" Helaena shot back, her incredulity clear.

She walked over to the wall and lowered her sword, "Long Summer". Her small hands pulled out part of the blade, revealing the cold, rippling steel that illuminated her soft face. Helaena stroked it gently, her eyes showing her affection.

It was clear that the little girl loved this sword. Dreamfyre gave her courage, and Long Summer was her will.

Seeing this, Alicent's frustration peaked. "Helaena, you are a lady. It is a woman's destiny to marry and have children. Don't play with that sword."

Alicent couldn't contain her anger, her sunburnt face now flushed with rage.

House Hightower from Oldtown was a respected and ancient noble house, and it had taught Alicent to be proud and reserved since she was young. She embraced the beliefs of the Seven Gods and learned the ways of a lady.

Her father, Otto, had convinced her to reach out to the bereaved king, using shameful tactics to put her in line for the throne. This caused her to go against her heart and betray her former friend, Rhaenyra. It stuck like a thorn in her heart.

Since then, Alicent had always remembered the family honor, abiding by sacrifice, paying the price, and adhering to the rules as a form of self-redemption.

She had suppressed her feelings for years, watching her children grow up one by one. She thought her efforts had borne fruit, only to be confronted with a rebellious reality that slapped her hard.

Click!

Long Summer slid back into its sheath as Helaena whispered softly, "Mother, I know how to wield a sword."

She looked down at her feet, glancing at her mother out of the corner of her eye. In her own way, she reminded herself that she was growing up, quietly rebelling against her mother's intense and uncomfortable affection. Except in front of Rhaegar, she was an innocent and sweet little girl.Fôll0w current novÊls on n/o/(v)/3l/b((in).(co/m)

Helaena was usually quiet and rarely spoke much. Alicent didn't care and tapped her forehead in frustration. "Grab some things, you're coming with me to meet someone in a few minutes."

Morning shivered pleasantly and opened its wings, clinging to Rhaegar's arm, unwilling to let go. Rhaegar held still, channeling fire magic into the young dragon's body.

With his powerful perception, he was exceptionally sensitive to fire magic. Each dragon contained raging fire magic, much like a burning bonfire. The three adult dragons - Cannibal, Vhagar, and Vermithor - were like little volcanoes, brimming with explosive power.

Based on observation, dragons did not actively absorb fire magic, but their massive bodies could autonomously absorb it, growing stronger with age. Morning's innate weakness was her low efficiency in absorbing fire magic.

As a young dragon, if Tyraxes could absorb a large pot of fire magic, Morning could only manage a small cup. However, her condition had improved slightly with the nourishment of earth fire.

After a while, Rhaegar withdrew his arm and patted the seemingly drunken Morning, encouraging it, "Feed well and you will become a great dragon."

Rhaena hugged Morning gently and nodded vigorously, "Uh-huh! I'll take good care of her."

Rhaegar turned to see little Daeron holding an ancient book, reading intently. He reached out to snatch it, "Read a little less, you're becoming a bookworm."

It was enough for the Targaryens to have one dragonless scholar. There was no need for another.

Little Daeron obediently let out an "oh" and sat down quietly.

Rhaegar frowned slightly. Compared to his other siblings, Little Daeron's strength was learning and understanding manners, but his weakness was a lack of opinions. Without Helaena and Aemond to guide him, he was more or less idle.

"Where did Aegon go?" Rhaegar asked casually, glancing around.

The focus of the Maiden Day Festival was not the maidens, but Aegon, who wanted to marry one. He had returned to King's Landing on Sunfyre overnight.

Little Daeron raised an eyebrow, pointed his little finger behind another beaded curtain and muttered, "He's over there."

Rhaegar looked and saw several people through the beaded curtain. Aegon, with a smug look on his face, leaned back on a bench and raised his glass of wine. Several maidens of outstanding beauty surrounded him.

Among them was Margaery Tyrell of Highgarden. Dressed in a pale green gown, the little rose gazed at Aegon with a smile on her lips. Her soulful eyes twinkled as if she were watching a show. The other maidens were a bit younger than her.

Rhaegar recognized them by the house emblems on their jewelry - a tall tower, a walking hunter, and three hives in black and yellow stripes. When he saw the Honeyholt emblem, he laughed softly, "Lord Lyman is eager to marry into the royal family as well."

That was the crest of House Beesbury of Honeyholt.

Little Daeron turned and flopped on the back of his chair, staring at another blonde girl and whispering, "Look, that's the Lannister girl."

Rhaegar glanced over and said casually, "A branch of the House of much lower status."

At that moment, Aegon was completely unaware that his brothers were watching from the sidelines. He lifted the silver and gold hair that covered his forehead and gestured dramatically:

"Braavos launched a sneak attack on the Three Sisters Islands with hundreds of warships. It was up to me and Sunfyre to fight them off. We burned those mercenaries until they cried for their mothers..."

He looked genuinely heroic.

Clap...

Margaery clapped her small hands, pursed her lips, and smiled, "To the brave Prince Aegon, and to the golden Sunfyre."

She raised her wine glass and took a dainty sip. The two girls from the Lannister and Tully Houses looked at each other, seeing suspicion in each other's eyes.

They were well-informed and knew that nothing like what Prince Aegon described had happened. The girl from House Hightower, however, ignored these details and cooperatively raised her glass to drink.

Seeing this, Aegon raised his chin high, seemingly believing his own tale.

Not far away, Rhaegar and Little Daeron witnessed it with their own eyes, exchanged a heartfelt glance, and blurted out, "How humiliating!"