GOT King of Dragon

Viserys's expression froze momentarily at the suggestion. 

Detaining Daemon would undoubtedly feel satisfying, but it would also expose the scandal of the royal family's internal conflict to the world. 

Rhaenyra, to dispel rumors of infighting, was willing to support Rhaegar's ascension. 

It wasn't worth ruining today's peace and harmony over Daemon. 

At that moment, Rhaegar approached his father and tugged on his sleeve. 

Viserys lowered his head, frowning in confusion. 

In a soft voice, Rhaegar said, "Father, the guest right must not be violated. Confiscate his ancestral sword and detain him immediately after the banquet." 

No matter what plots Daemon and the Sea Snake had, once they entered King's Landing, there was no escape. 

There was no need to act rashly and invite criticism. 

Viserys stared at his eldest son for a moment, then turned to look at Laenor, his gaze questioning. 

Laenor nodded and said, "The prince is right. Daemon won't get away." 

Taking a deep breath, Viserys let out a scoffing laugh. "Fine. Let him enjoy one last comfortable night." 

He ordered, "Take his sword and let him in." 

"Yes, Your Grace." 

The Kingsguard responded, taking the Dark Sister from Daemon and thoroughly searching him for weapons. 

Daemon cooperated fully, smiling as he said, "Brother, I'm only here to attend my dear nephew's ceremony and offer my blessings." 

"Thank you, Uncle," Rhaegar replied, his gaze cold as he signaled for the Kingsguard to take the Dark Sister away. 

This sword, a Targaryen heirloom passed down for generations, carried countless stories. It would certainly meet the requirements of his exploratory mission. 

"Find yourself a corner and sit quietly. Make the most of the wine until the banquet ends," Viserys scolded disdainfully as Daemon approached. 

Daemon spread his arms helplessly. "I'm your brother." 

"You're unworthy." 

Viserys refused to look at him. 

Daemon had no choice but to scan the hall for a seat. 

Bang! 

The sound of a table being struck echoed as Lady Rhea rose angrily from her chair, glaring at Daemon. 

"Rhea, sit down," Jeyne said, grabbing her to prevent her from acting rashly. 

Tonight wasn't the time to judge a criminal; everything would wait until after the banquet. 

"Hmph!" 

Rhea reluctantly obeyed, shooting Daemon a look of disgust before sitting back down. 

Daemon sneered. "Isn't this my dear wife? What's the matter? Concerned about your husband?" 

"Disgusting!" 

Rhea spat the words venomously. 

Daemon smirked coldly, unwilling to engage further with the bronze woman. He found an empty seat and sat down. 

He shouldn't have come here. 

But he couldn't resist. 

He wanted to meet his nephew, the new heir, and have a proper conversation. 

As for the consequences? 

He hadn't cared since the moment he made his mistakes. 

After all, his brother Viserys wouldn't kill him. 

He was Viserys's only full-blooded brother, and kinslaying would invite the wrath of the gods. 

With Daemon settled, Viserys managed a strained smile and prepared to speak to ease the tension in the room. 

"Everyone—" 

Bang! 

Before he could continue, the doors opened again. 

Under Viserys's gaze, Alicent walked gracefully into the hall, dressed in a flowing green gown. 

She held Aegon's hand with one of hers and Helaena's with the other, her expression calm and composed. 

Those present looked at her with confusion. 

Green was a common color, but its significance was not lost on those aware of House Hightower's symbolism. 

When Oldtown summoned its banners for war, the beacon atop the Hightower would shine green. 

The crowd exchanged uneasy glances, understanding that the calm was about to be disrupted yet again. 

Viserys, too, understood the meaning of green and his face darkened. 

Rhaegar watched Alicent and said, "Your Grace, the Queen, your dress is very beautiful." 

Alicent approached slowly, smiling faintly. "I spent a long time choosing it. Only this one seemed fitting for tonight." 

"I'm glad you dressed up for my celebration, but I don't like the color of your gown," Rhaegar replied, his gaze briefly flicking to the Hightower family's table as if staking his claim. "Change it; there's still time before the banquet ends." 

Otto's expression grew strange. He hadn't expected his usually soft-hearted daughter to assert herself so boldly. 

Hobert, on the other hand, seemed pleased, softly gesturing to Aegon beside Alicent. 

Viserys's tone was heavy as he said, "Alicent, I left my handkerchief in our chambers. Go back and fetch it for me." 

He didn't want to see his queen in a green dress; it was a blatant show of disrespect toward him. 

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Alison walked all the way to the main seat, letting go of her two children's hands. From her pocket, she took out a handkerchief and affectionately wiped her husband's mouth. 

With a kind smile, she said, "I like this dress. I don't want to change it." 

Viserys grabbed her wrist and gritted his teeth. "You *must* change it!" 

"Unless you want me to take it off right now, I can only say no." 

Alison was unusually firm, her gaze resolute and powerful. 

She knew exactly what her family wanted from her and had had enough of their manipulations. 

Those manipulations had left her restless, forcing her to survive in the cracks between their demands. 

But now, she wanted to stand in the open, live in the sunlight, and fight for her children's interests. 

Viserys let out a cold snort and shook off her hand, his previously joyful mood wiped away by this confrontation. 

Alison ignored her husband's displeasure, not even glancing at Rhaegar, and sat in the queen's seat. 

Rhaegar's face was expressionless as he surveyed the silent banquet. 

"Rhaegar, take a break," Rhaenyra attempted to comfort him. 

Rhaegar thought for a moment, then shook his head with a faint, bitter smile. "Someone's getting impatient." 

He wasn't happy, but he was prepared for this. 

Back when Rhaenyra was the heir, she had already sown the seeds of many problems. 

Now that he was the crown prince, legal precedent was on his side. 

The snakes and monsters lurking in the shadows could no longer hold back, baring their fangs one after another. 

This wasn't necessarily a bad thing. At least now he knew who his enemies were. 

The disturbance passed, and the banquet had to go on. 

No matter how unwilling Viserys was, he had to speak up and ensure the celebration went smoothly. 

He continued his speech from earlier to ease the atmosphere. 

As the music began to play, the event moved into the dancing segment that everyone enjoyed. 

Rhaegar sat in his chair, uninterested in the ball below. He had more important matters on his mind. 

The Kingsguard brought over Dark Sister, but Rhaegar intervened, requesting to inspect it. 

Viserys didn't refuse. He was already considering giving this ancestral sword to his eldest son as a gift. 

Daemon was unworthy of wielding this blade. 

"Exploration quest activated: Valyrian Steel Sword - Dark Sister." 

The system's notification sounded, and Rhaegar's lips curled into a smile, his mood lightened. 

**[Dark Sister]** 

Exploration Progress: 0.5% 

After checking the progress bar on the system interface, Rhaegar laid Dark Sister flat on the table and placed his small hand on the hilt. 

As the music played, the earlier tense atmosphere faded, and people began searching for dance partners. 

Several people approached Rhaenyra with invitations, but she politely declined, citing discomfort. 

Among those who asked were Jason and Tyland Lannister, as well as Harwin Strong, the eldest son of Lyonel Strong. 

Eventually, Rhaenyra, frustrated by the incessant invitations, left the banquet early. 

Rhaegar glanced briefly at his sister's retreating figure before turning his attention back to the ball—or rather, to certain individuals. 

Daemon, having switched partners twice, was now dancing with Laena Velaryon, the daughter of the Sea Snake. The two were flirting openly in the center of the hall. 

Meanwhile, Alison walked to the Hightower family's table and chatted cheerfully with Otto and her uncle. 

Everything seemed perfectly normal, as if the hall were calm and peaceful. 

But in Rhaegar's eyes, there was an undercurrent of chaos. 

(End of Chapter)