hotmtlnovel Chapter 267: Head-on Confrontation
Chapter 267: Head-on Confrontation
Chapter 267: Head-on Confrontation
Halfway through the funeral, a guest arrived late. Daemon docked at Storm's End Castle on a three-masted sailing ship, bringing with him a considerable cargo of goods.
A grief-stricken Borros ignored the arrival and sent his wife, Lady Elenda, and their two daughters to greet Daemon.
As Daemon entered the castle's forecourt, the cremation pyre blazed brightly, casting an eerie glow against the gloomy sky.
At the sight of the visitor, Aegon, visibly irritated, wrinkled his face and shouted, "Daemon, how dare you appear before me!"
He lunged forward, fist raised to strike. His sudden action stunned everyone present.
"Aegon!" Aemond exclaimed, shocked by his brother's impulsiveness.
Aegon, however, saw only Daemon’s hateful figure. Daemon, with a playful glint in his eyes, waited for his nephew to approach.
Aegon’s punch missed, leaving him open.
"Fool!" Daemon sneered, yanking Aegon's arm and driving a knee into his chest.
Aegon's face turned pale as he staggered, feeling his heart momentarily stop. Daemon followed with a slap that sent Aegon sprawling onto the patio floor, silver hair disheveled.
"Daemon, stop it!" Laena cried out in shock, remembering the Queen's hatred from the last time Daemon had taught Aegon a lesson.
The crowd finally reacted. Rhaenyra watched in disbelief, her eyes wide with confusion.
Aegon... how dare you?
That’s Daemon! If you want to challenge him, you need to weigh your own strength first.
Daemon heard Laena’s cry and paused, mockingly kicking Aegon with the tip of his foot. "My dear nephew, do you think you're your brother, mimicking his disrespectful words to me?"
"Daemon, you bastard!" Aegon groaned in pain, curling up on the ground.
Daemon's face darkened. He crouched down, yanking Aegon's collar and gripping his jaw.
That bastard has been looking for trouble ever since he took office as Commander of the Narrow Sea. I've tolerated him long enough.
"Daemon, think about what you're doing and stop," Laena pleaded, rushing over with her belly in her hands. She pushed her angry husband away, fearing the consequences.
Daemon took two steps back, looked at Aegon with contempt, and sneered, "He started it. It is my duty to teach my disobedient nephew a lesson."
A pair of eerie green eyes glared at Borros, the dragon ready to unleash destruction at its master’s command.
Facing the fierce dragon, Borros swallowed hard, cold sweat running down his spine. At that moment, his thoughts raced, recalling his father’s words: "The Targaryens never lacked an army because they rode the dragons."
His father had fought alongside King Jaehaerys I, defeating Dornish armies by the thousands. The world, having enjoyed peace for so long, had forgotten the wrath of dragons.
Borros resisted the urge to flee, trembling as he lowered his proud head. "Prince, this is merely a small incident. It will not affect the generations-long friendship between the Targaryens and the Baratheons," he said, his voice shaky.
He yielded. The status of a lord did not permit him to act recklessly and publicly challenge a Targaryen heir.
Rhaegar remained silent, hands folded in front of his belly, staring as if he hadn't heard Borros. The Cannibal grinned, revealing sharp teeth, its breathing synchronized with its master’s.
Seeing the dragon's bared fangs, Borros's heart raced. He hastily added, "Prince, the funeral is over, and a sumptuous feast awaits in the castle!"
He was at a loss for words, unsure how to beg for mercy. Seeing his dilemma, Rhaenys broke away from her husband's grasp and interceded. "Rhaegar, Borros is as generous as his father. Don’t misjudge him."
First, Aegon and Daemon fought; now Borros was being targeted by a dragon. The rapid turn of events left most people's heads spinning. The atmosphere had soured, and the air felt tense and cold.
Borros, hearing his cousin’s voice, felt a glimmer of hope and moved towards it. But Rhaegar’s voice stopped him in his tracks. "Lord Borros, where are you going?"
Borros froze, not daring to move. Rhaegar exhaled deeply, his voice softening. "I apologize to you and your late father for the ill-advised actions of my brother and uncle. I hope you won't be offended; they did not mean to disturb."
Rhaegar’s sincere apology shifted the blame away from Aegon and Daemon. Borros, eager to end the confrontation, responded quickly, "No matter, the feast is about to begin. Let us move to the castle."
He had lost face in front of all his bannermen and wanted to leave the scene as soon as possible. "As you wish, my lord," Rhaegar replied, his demeanor returning to its usual gentle and elegant state.
The desired deterrent had been achieved. Borros forced a smile, unable to face his bannermen, and walked back to the castle under the watchful eyes of his guards.
"Gentlemen, let us go as well," Lady Elenda said, embarrassed, leading the way back to the castle with her two daughters, trying to maintain the guests’ mood.
Her husband’s character flaws and moodiness often led him into situations without an easy escape. Soon, the guests, having witnessed enough excitement, dispersed with their own thoughts.
The courtyard was left to the Targaryen members. Daemon took Laena’s hand, gently stroking her slightly bulging belly, feeling the new life within.
Rhaegar glanced at him, not in the mood for conversation. Daemon's arrogance and unwillingness to heed advice was a constant source of tension.
Aemond and Daeron helped Aegon to his feet and stood beside Rhaegar. Unlike the strained relations with Aunt Rhaenys and Lord Corlys, or the animosity with Uncle Daemon, Rhaegar offered them a sense of security. The massive black dragon was a clear deterrent to anyone who dared to offend him.
"Daemon, don't think I don't know what you're up to. I won't let you get away with it," Aegon spat despite his battered appearance, glaring at Daemon with anger.