"Did I ask you about Joffrey?" Rhaenyra showed no signs of letting go. "I asked where you got their information."
Of course, she and Ray were just playing around; the Maiden had no ill intentions.
She had completely fallen in love with Ray after marrying him.
Although Ray preferred the Grand Library of Laurel Leaf Tower and his dragon Shadow Nightmare to life in bed, Rhaenyra was the same. She preferred galloping across the grasslands in the valleys and loved her little dragon Dawn, who was almost inseparable from her.
At least on the topic of dragons, Rhaenyra greatly admired her husband, especially after she discovered that the little dragon Dawn grew faster in Dragon Nest City than on Driftmark.
"With Tigaro around, my brother's territory has no secrets." Ray seized the opportunity, flipped Rhaenyra onto her back, and pinned her down. "They both indeed have Velaryon blood, but it's hard to say whose exactly."
"Ah?"
Rhaenyra was surprised again.
Ray released his wife, let her sit on the edge of the bed, and asked curiously,
"It can't be Uncle Corlys's children, can it? He..."
Rhaenyra seemed hesitant to continue.
Ray shook his head.
"Lady Marilda isn't sure whose they are, only that they might be Lord Corlys Velaryon's offspring, but none of that matters anymore. What matters is that pure Velaryon blood indeed flows within them."
Rhaenyra straightened up.
"That's right, that's what's most important, so my dear, why did you say Joffrey doesn't need to worry?"
"Addam and Alyn have already joined the Silver Fleet."
Ray stood up, poured a glass of fruit wine for himself and Rhaenyra, and patiently explained:
"They are both excellent young sailors. Addam serves as a captain on the Valiant Lucerys, and Alyn serves as a first mate on the Hard Oak. Once they accumulate enough merit, Brother will recommend them to the Royal Fleet, and then Joffrey will have a reason to acknowledge them."
Rhaenyra took a sip of the sweet and sour fruit wine and said with some emotion,
"Brother Dragonzel's considerations are indeed comprehensive. Oh, by the way, we should prepare for Khal Ago's wedding, shouldn't we?"
Rhaenyra suddenly remembered that the reason she rushed back was not to gossip with her husband, but to attend Ago's wedding.
"Is there anything we need to prepare?" she asked curiously.
"And... one more question, are Ago and his people still like the Dothraki described in the books?"
The Maiden was referring to the book Fire of the Steppe, in which the Braavosi adventurer Tyrio Elastis recorded very detailed customs and traditions of the Dothraki.
After reading the book, Rhaenyra had even spent a period of time not daring to look directly at Ago and Suchi, who had replaced him in serving the castle.
"You'll know when you see it."
Ray was also emotional.
When he was very young, he had attended Dothraki weddings with his father and brother—not Ago's small khalasar, but a massive khalasar with thirty thousand roaring warriors.
Their khal married the sister of the khal of another powerful khalasar.
During that wedding, his father had almost covered his eyes the entire time.
It was said that two hundred people bled that day, and two hundred more were born in the following ten months.
In another room, Valarr was playing with his daughter Daniela, making the little one giggle from time to time, while Leira was writing something nearby, stirring Daniela's dinner with a spoon.
Unlike Ray and Rhaenyra's relatively relaxed and lively marital relationship, Valarr and Leira rarely spoke in their daily lives, but this did not mean their affection for each other was weak.
On the contrary, on days without other duties, they were always inseparable.
They just weren't very good at communicating with the opposite sex.
"Valarr."
Leira handed the stirred milk porridge to Valarr, watching her husband feed the docile Daniela small spoonfuls of porridge.
The child was very well-behaved and didn't fuss at all when being fed.
As the little girl ate, she even giggled, her chubby little hands flapping up and down, trying to get her father to hold her.
"Papa, hug!"
"Daniela, be good. Eat first, and after you eat, Papa will take you to see Dawn."
Valarr held up the small bowl and said gently.
"Dawn!"
Daniela said the word extra loudly.
Then she obediently opened her mouth, waiting for Valarr to feed her.
Leira couldn't help but laugh from the side.
"Valarr, does Daniela still need to attend the wedding?"
"No."
Valarr took a moment from his busy schedule and said,
"Daniela is too young. Ago is afraid something might go wrong."
"Then I'll stay and take care of Daniela."
Leira had heard of the strange rituals in Dothraki wedding customs and was somewhat afraid of witnessing those scenes firsthand.
"Haha."
Valarr couldn't help but laugh.
"Don't worry. Ago and his people are very different from normal Dothraki. You don't have to worry about them doing those things, and Big Brother wouldn't allow it either."
Although Leira was still a bit uneasy, she eventually nodded and agreed.
Also in the Twin Towers, Aegon's room.
Aegon had changed into another clean riding outfit.
Lingor sat somewhat bored on a nearby chair, but even so, the boy sat upright and meticulously.
"Lingor, what do you think of this outfit? Will Khal Ago think a man dressed like this is a true warrior?"
Aegon excitedly spun around in front of Lingor.
"In Dothraki tradition, not wearing a top and not wearing armor is what makes a warrior, Your Majesty," Lingor stated directly. "Lord Ago and his people have accepted my grandfather's teachings. His khalasar has abandoned many Dothraki traditions. They view armor as a weapon equal to swords, but during celebrations, a bare torso and strong muscles are symbols of valor."
Lingor looked Aegon up and down, making Aegon feel uneasy.
"This will do."
The King muttered to himself.
"I think this is fine. Taking off clothes is still unnecessary."
On the contrary, Lingor was genuinely contemplating whether to take off his top at Ago's wedding feast to respect Dothraki tradition, but Aegon was unaware.
The valley grasslands northeast of Summerhall.
Khal Ago had set up a large tent city here, which was also the venue for his wedding.
The young khal would marry the silver-haired female knight Agatha the Archer.
This woman had once disguised herself as a man and joined the Silver Blood Army.
Before her comrades discovered her identity, she had already shot countless enemies and achieved great military accomplishments during the war in the south.
This was how she captured Ago's heart.
"Haha, Brother Mora, your mare's milk wine and our strong ale are a perfect match!"
Robb Ryswell laughed loudly, raising his cup.
He remained in the Borderland Principality with thirty thousand Northmen soldiers.
For some unknown reason, he chose to join Khal Ago along with many other Northmen.
What these nomads didn't expect was that although the Northmen were not very skilled at raising horses, they were top-notch hunters in the mountains.
"Damn Rodrik, I should have kept him too."
Old Robb had not only survived, but was living quite comfortably now, seemingly much better off than Lord Rodrik Dustin, who had returned to the North to govern his lands.
"Old man, drink less."
Mora was not to be outdone.
He gulped down the strong ale in his cup, chewing on the sediment in his mouth, and loudly declared,
"When the sun rises and the dragon flies, then you can drink as much as you want."
"Ha."
The old man picked up the axe beside him.
"When that time comes, what this old man wants is not just wine."
The elderly Northman laughed and said,
"An honorable death. What a beautiful phrase."
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