Chapter 21: Mysterious Bracelet

"Ha, she plays the role of a good wife and mother very well," Renee said with a smile as she walked among the ministers.

Resentment made Baelon tremble at her side.

"Sister, my hand hurts when you hold it," Baelon said offended, trying to pull away the little hand held by Rhaenys.

Rhaenys quickly let go of his hand. "Sorry, I just forgot you were here."

"It's okay, please pay attention to your image, there are many people watching on occasions like this," Baelon reminded his sister gently, holding her little hand softly.

Raising his head and looking around, Baelon suddenly became drawn to a face.

He saw Daemon standing beside Viserys at that moment, observing the brother and sister-in-law revealing their tenderness to each other with indifference, and the corner of his mouth curved into a subtle sneer.

Baelon frowned and leaned in to see more clearly.

Suddenly, Damon turned his head and fixed Baelon with precision.

Baelon was startled and couldn't help but step back. "No, what am I afraid of? Can he still eat me?"

Thinking about his identity, Baelon became more determined not to admit defeat and stared at him wide-eyed.

One can't imagine an eye for an eye.

Damon looked Baelon up and down with interest, nodded with a smile, and stopped paying too much attention.

Baelon nodded indifferently, feeling a little disappointed but also somewhat pleased.

"What a terrifying look, the feeling of oppression is too strong," Baelon secretly sighed in relief, but in his heart, he pondered the mockery Damon had just shown.

What is the meaning? Why did he show that "contemptuous" look when he saw his father and Allison in love?

Baelon suspected he had misinterpreted it.

But Damon's slightly curved mouth corners couldn't be forgotten in his mind, and he was sure that smile wasn't fake.

"Forget it, no one else saw it, I'll just hide behind them," Baelon thought and took two steps behind Rhaenys.

The banquet began, and the crowd took their seats.

Viserys called for Rhaenys and Baelon to greet Daemon.

Needless to say, Rhaenys had idolized this uncle since she was a child.

Viserys took Baelon's hand and introduced him to his younger brother, "Baelon, my eldest son, you don't need to say anything to know."

Daemon nodded, trying to smile with a kind smile on his severe face, which was a bit bland.

Viserys didn't force his brother and said with a smile, "Blessed by the Seven Gods, Baelon had an adventure not long ago and healed from his frailty, which relieved my serious illness."

Daemon said, "I heard about this."

"Ha, I didn't believe it the first time I heard it, but the will of the gods has always been full of meaning, and Baelon is a favorite of the Targaryen gods," Wesey Reese looked at Damon with strange eyes, surprising everyone present.

The king's eldest son, the favor of the white stag, and the family name of the god came out of the king's mouth... What does the king mean? Could it be that, as secretly rumored outside, there are signs of changing successors?

One phrase was like a heavy hammer striking everyone's heart.

Rhaenys's expression changed slightly as she looked at her younger brother, who was becoming more energetic.

Daemon didn't care, he patted Baelon's head and blessed, "I hope you always stay healthy and pain stays away from you."

The most scandalized was Allison.

Her gentle face froze for a moment, and she secretly dug her nails into the crevice of her thumb to force a smile.

She knew this day would come sooner or later.

It turned out that Baelon had a terminal illness and didn't have much time left to live.

Once the king's eldest son died, she could push her own son Aegon to the throne.

Even if the king doesn't allow it, the ministers of parliament will secretly support her and propose to the king to change the prince.

But Baelon's miraculous recovery undoubtedly dealt her a fatal blow.

From now on, even if some people couldn't bear to see Rhaenys as an heir. She'll only support her eldest son, Baelon.

She wouldn't support her second son, Aegon, at the expense of the near and far.

"All my years of efforts have been in vain?" Allison felt desperate, and her thumb was bleeding.

To keep people from noticing her mistake, Allison silently lowered her head and suppressed her sense of presence.

In the face of his uncle's blessing, Baelon felt uncomfortable and responded politely, "Thank you, Uncle."

The sudden movement left Daemon confused.

But seeing how much my nephew liked it, he gladly accepted it.

Viserys patted Baelon on the back of the neck and taught him, "You don't have to thank twice, especially to your relatives."

"Yes, Uncle Daemon is my relative," Baelon nodded like garlic, handsome. His little face was very happy.

Don't mention anything about relatives or not.

Now, when Daemon slaps Allison, he has to applaud and say the slap was hearty.

"Okay, set aside your shame of never having seen the world and act like a prince," Rhaenys gave her brother a strong pat on the back of his neck without looking, squeezing out warning words between her teeth.

Baelon covered his neck, unconvinced. "One or two of them hit me on the head. Who is responsible for hitting me until I'm silly?"

"You've become silly. I'll keep you in a little dark room in the Red Keep," Rhaenys showed a kind smile.

Daemon is a psychologically complex man who fully demonstrates the genius and madness of the Targaryen family.