"Fool!"
Tywin was too tired to even scold him, waving him off: "Get out, and don't bother me again."
Jaime was completely confused: "You were the one who called me here."
"Get out! Immediately!!"
Accompanied by Tywin's lion-like roar, Jaime left the room in a sorry state.
It was clear he had been quite infuriated.
After a good while.
Tywin calmed his mood, looking at the complaints between the lines of the letter: "A great marriage prospect, all ruined by that boy."
After this, joining the four kingdoms alliance was no longer possible.
With the eldest son's marriage alliance failed, he couldn't very well send his daughter out instead.
Not to mention that the Dukes of the four kingdoms no longer had heirs of matching status; as the proud Lord of the West, he wouldn't do something like rushing to offer up his daughter.
"In the end, I still have to count on that boy."
Tywin calmed down, thinking of his daughter pestering Daeron.
Even though the other party had rejected him and rejected the Lannisters.
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But who could resist the temptation of the Dragon King's bloodline and the dragons?
Tywin admitted to himself that he couldn't.
Historically, House Hightower had married queens into the royal family, creating the glory of the "Dance of the Dragons" period.
"Looking at all the past Hands, Ryam Redwyne was only fit to be a Lord Commander of the Kingsguard, and Otto Hightower's selfishness made him unworthy of the Hand's duties."
Tywin compared himself to them, saying confidently: "If I were in that position, my grandson would have been King long ago."
The Seven Kingdoms wouldn't be in chaos either.
However, at the thought of his daughter Cersei.
Tywin frowned deeply, feeling a sense of helplessness where he could neither hit nor scold her.
"Cersei and Jaime are very close. Jaime coming to King's Landing without permission this time must have been at Cersei's instigation."
"Let Jaime follow Gerion to sea and return in half a year or a year."
Soon, Tywin made up his mind, considering this the optimal solution.
Gerion was impulsive and reckless; without supervision, who knows what might happen.
By throwing Jaime to his uncle, they would restrain each other.
Both could return safely.
With that thought, Tywin called: "Someone, bring Gerion here."
Dragonstone.
The usual bustle had ceased, and a haze hung overhead.
Rhaegar sat alone on the windowsill, playing a silver-stringed harp.
The tune was sad, mourning his friend Connington.
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He had already received the news.
Lord Haran had defected to his brother Daeron's side.
Oswell and Myles were imprisoned, and Connington was burned to death on the spot by the Dragonfire of a blue young dragon.
He didn't know the specific details of Connington's death, but he could guess.
The sadness and resentment in his heart echoed in the music.
Creak!
The door opened softly, and Elia, supporting her visibly bulging belly, slowly walked into the room.
The harp music stopped abruptly.
Rhaegar's expression was calm as he said: "You should go back and rest."
"You need rest more than I do."
Elia cared for her husband, saying: "We are all saddened by Lord Connington's death, but you must take care of yourself first before you can take care of us."
As she spoke, she stroked her belly through her yellow dress.
Feeling the small life in his wife's womb, Rhaegar was slightly moved and asked: "Is there anything else?"
A flash of disappointment crossed Elia's eyes, but she quickly hid it, feigning composure: "My brother sent a letter."
Prince Doran's letter.
The letter was sent after Daeron revealed the newborn young dragons and Elia informed them of her pregnancy.
Elia leaned on the table and sat on the cool stone stool unique to the Stone Drum Tower.
Her brother Prince Doran still doted on her as much as ever.
Learning of her pregnancy, he had spent a large sum of money to purchase a batch of special crops and sent them to Dragonstone on a Dornish ship.
Though the quality wasn't as good as what Daeron sent, it was enough to supplement her needs during pregnancy.
"Prince Doran?"
Rhaegar checked the letter; his expression was normal at first but became increasingly serious as he read.
Elia was puzzled: "What did my brother write?"
"A marriage alliance!"
Rhaegar spoke clearly.
Prince Doran mentioned two things.
First, he wanted to send his brother, the "Red Viper" Oberyn Martell, to King's Landing to hold a minor position at court.
Second, to inform him.
House Martell intended to propose a marriage contract to the King, with the candidate being Prince Doran's 4-year-old daughter, and the targets being Prince Jaehaerys or Prince Viserys.
Elia was surprised: "Brother wants Arianne to marry into the family? How can that be?"
How could an aunt marry the older brother and the niece marry the younger brother?
Besides, the King had always disliked Dornishmen.
Rhaegar shook his head: "I cannot decide the marriages of my two younger brothers."
He was somewhat distant from his family.
If Prince Doran had asked for someone else, like the second brother Daeron, there might have been some feasibility.
"I will refuse him for you."
Elia shared her husband's burdens.
Rhaegar stood up, hugged his wife's delicate body, and showed his gentle side: "You don't need to worry about these things. Just take care of our child."
Elia closed her eyes peacefully.
But from an angle she couldn't see, the gentleness in Rhaegar's eyes faded, leaving only a cold light.
The contents of Prince Doran's letter revealed Martell's ambition.
Connington was dead, and House Whent had defected.
His direct power was greatly diminished, and the Dornish faction was becoming dominant.
With Daeron outside and the Dornish inside.
Rhaegar was under a lot of pressure!
On the other hand, Daeron was quite relaxed.
In the afternoon.
He took his men to meet Lord Mutton of Maidenpool.
Lord Mutton was also very young and was initially furious about his brother's situation.
But after three young dragons flew out and burned a goat to death with Dragonfire in front of him.
Lord Mutton became humble.
"Prince, I will take my foolish brother away immediately. House Mutton is grateful for your mercy."
Lord Mutton bowed deeply.
Not only Daeron, even Barristan couldn't help but chuckle.
House Mutton of Maidenpool has a long history and a famous hot spring, "Jonquil's Pool"; they are a prestigious noble family in the Riverlands.
But their strength was average.
Lord Mutton was loyal to the royal family and inclined toward Crown Prince Rhaegar.
But facing Daeron's three young dragons, he immediately changed course.
"One cannot fight against dragons!"
Before leaving, Lord Mutton uttered a famous saying.
That night.
Daeron returned to the farm and participated in the autumn festival as usual.
Autumn 27th, Spirit's Eve.
Two jack-o'-lanterns were placed in front of the cottage, and a decoration of green leaves, bat wings, and bone fragments hung from the eaves.
This was specially arranged by Daeron.
There are two festivals in autumn: the "Stardew Valley Fair" on Autumn 16th and Spirit's Eve on Autumn 27th.
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On Autumn 16th, he was still in Harrenhal and completely missed the fair.
But it didn't matter.
The fair's requirement is to present nine types of agricultural products to compare with others, with the winner receiving 1,000 Star Tokens.
1 Star Token = 100 Gold Star Tokens is only valid on the day of the festival, used to exchange for special items.
Among them is a Stardrop, the most critical and important exchange item.
According to the Stardew Valley settings.
There are a total of seven obtainable Stardrops.
Every time the farmer eats a Stardrop, their energy will take a leap.
In reality, it's estimated that life force would skyrocket.
The Stardrop at the Autumn Fair is one of the easiest to obtain.
"Next year on Autumn 16th will be fine."
Daeron was not disappointed.
Dragon Language Farm is still in its early stages; high-quality agricultural products are scarce, and he couldn't provide that many varieties.
But outsiders could provide high-quality crops even less.
No matter how you look at it, he was bound to win.
Just by waiting a few months, he would be able to taste the flavor of a Stardrop.
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