In the evening, the setting sun slanted westward.
Inside the Red Keep, the first feast was held as scheduled, but not many nobles attended.
"Why are there so few people? Didn't you notify those nobles? Where are they?" Viserys asked Otto with a frown.
"I did notify them."
Otto said distractedly.
After so many years, he could finally see his good grandson again.
"That's only a third. The rest can't all be late, can they?"
"Your Grace, Prince Aegon is returning. Those who haven't come might be at the Blackwater Bay port to welcome Prince Aegon."
Otto's mouth curved upward. Going to welcome Aegon's return was naturally his hint.
What he didn't expect was that Aegon was so popular that all the nobles who supported the Greens went to the Blackwater Bay port.
Viserys's eyes flickered, looking at Rhaenyra who was toasting with Daemon below, and his gaze gradually became firm.
Standing up, Viserys coughed twice, and the feast instantly quieted down.
"My son, Aegon Targaryen, is about to return. For this, I have decided to personally go and welcome him. Let's all go together."
After Viserys finished speaking, everyone looked at each other.
Daemon even walked directly to Viserys's side and questioned him in a low voice:
"What are you doing? How am I and Rhaenyra supposed to be in this situation?"
Facing Daemon's questioning, Viserys was annoyed.
If more than half of the people had attended the feast, he wouldn't have resorted to this.
Viserys retorted in a low voice, "Are you drunk? Didn't you notice that only a third of the people came?
After Viserys said this, Daemon looked up and scanned the scene.
Only then did he realize that the people present were basically Black Party nobles, with almost no Green nobles.
"Where are those people?" Daemon's face darkened.
"You don't know where those people went?" Viserys retorted.
Then Viserys smiled and, surrounded by everyone, went to the Blackwater Bay port together.
A group of people rushed to the Blackwater Bay port.
On the way, Rhaenyra, who learned the whole story, nervously held Daemon's hand.
"Don't worry, I'm here for everything." Daemon squeezed Rhaenyra's hand back and comforted her in a low voice.
At this time, the Blackwater Bay port was already packed with people, and many commoners had spontaneously come to welcome Aegon.
When Viserys arrived, the guards immediately cleared a passage.
"Your Grace, why have you come?" Tyland came to Viserys's side with a fawning expression.
"What's wrong? Do I need to notify you to welcome my son home?"
"No, of course not." Tyland smiled apologetically.
With Tyland as a precedent, the other nobles who wanted to get close only simply bowed to Viserys.
"You told me you would be late for the feast just to pick up Aegon?" Viserys came to Alicent's side and asked in a low voice, "Why didn't you just tell me?"
Alicent stood at the edge of the dock, looking forward, and said without turning her head:
"This is not important. Rhaenyra and Daemon will hold the ancient and solemn Valyria wedding ceremony later. That's what you should be busy with."
Alicent's answer was indifferent, without even a change in expression, as if she was talking about something trivial.
Seeing this, Viserys sighed helplessly and looked in the direction Alicent was gazing.
"When is Aegon coming back? We can't keep so many distinguished guests waiting on the dock, can we?"
Viserys's seemingly kind persuasion was actually because he didn't want Aegon to be too high-profile, at least not completely overshadowing Rhaenyra's prominence.
This was also one of Viserys's goals.
Calling everyone here would neither create a sense of disparity for Rhaenyra nor allow Rhaenyra to show her face in front of the commoners so that the commoners of King's Landing would know that Rhaenyra was a good sister who personally went to the port to welcome Aegon.
If everyone could go back first, that would be even better.
Moreover, such a grand spectacle was already created before Aegon even returned, what more could he be unsatisfied with?
Alicent was too lazy to bother with Viserys.
Viserys's little thoughts could not be hidden from her at all.
Just as Alicent was about to casually brush off Viserys, a faint dragon roar suddenly came.
The dragon's roar was heard before its shadow was seen.
Immediately afterwards, Vhagar's massive body crushed the golden-red clouds under the setting sun, appearing in everyone's sight with unparalleled pressure.
Vhagar roared.
Dreamfyre and Tessarion followed closely behind, appearing one after another.
Daemon narrowed his eyes, searching for Sunfyre and the Mud Dragon, but only saw a fleet appearing on the distant horizon.
The fleet, led by the Aegon, sailed through the waves at full speed towards the Blackwater Bay port.
Otto's eyes narrowed slightly, feeling inexplicably nervous, staring intently at the approaching fleet.
The sea wind howled.
As the fleet approached, the large black banner with a four-headed gold dragon was the first to catch Otto's eye.
A silver-haired young man stood at the bow, his hands clasped on the pommel of a golden longsword.
The sea breeze ruffled his silver hair, like silver waves in the shimmering ocean.
The golden longsword in his hand was engraved with intricate patterns, seemingly infused with some mysterious and ancient magical power.
The tip of the sword reflected dazzling points of light in the sunlight, like stars.
At this moment, Otto seemed to see a young king full of vigour, just like the Conqueror who conquered Westeros a hundred and twenty years ago!
Otto, who had been tense, suddenly burst into laughter, turned to look in Rhaenyra's direction, and met Daemon's gaze.
Otto returned a proud, shallow smile to Daemon, as if to say: See, this is my grandson. What do you have to compete with my grandson for the Iron Throne?
Looking around, besides the nobles who supported the Greens, there were also many commoners with eyes full of admiration.
Daemon's eyes were unusually cold, and killing intent boiled in his heart. Aegon's reputation was higher than he had imagined!
If this continued, after Viserys died, Aegon would rally everyone.
At that time, let alone sitting firmly on the Iron Throne, it would be a question of whether Rhaenyra could even sit on the Iron Throne.
While Daemon was calculating in his heart, Viserys was looking relieved.
"Prince Aegon!"
In the outer crowd, someone suddenly shouted, and the crowd instantly exploded, shouting Aegon's name one after another.
Viserys, who was looking relieved, suddenly shivered and came back to his senses.
"Daemon, for Aegon's safety, drive away all those commoners who are watching." Viserys immediately ordered.
Daemon reacted quickly and immediately ordered his Golds to disperse the crowd.
While Daemon's men were dispersing the crowd, the fleet slowly docked.
The gangplank landed with a loud thud.
Aegon was the first to disembark, followed closely by Helena, Aemond, and Daeron.
Uniform footsteps sounded.
A team of soldiers in armor appeared in everyone's sight, finally standing on either side behind Aegon.
Aegon spread his arms, wanting to give Alicent, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, a big hug.
However, at this moment, an old man with a bare upper body and tattered clothes suddenly broke through the Golds' cordon. "Prince Aegon, you've finally returned, you've finally returned! If you hadn't come back, my grandson and granddaughter would have been taken by the Stranger!"
The old man slid and knelt smoothly in front of Aegon, tears instantly streaming down.
Aegon was stunned for a moment and looked at Alicent.
Alicent's face was full of disgust. Seeing Aegon look at her, she quickly shook her head, indicating that this was not a plant she had hired.
Then, mother and son looked at Otto at the same time.
But at this time, Otto was also dumbfounded.
Seeing his daughter and grandson looking at him, he quickly shook his head in denial.
The people in the crowd shouting "Prince Aegon" were the plants he had hired. As for the old man in front of Aegon, he didn't know where he had come from.
Just as the grandfather, daughter, and grandson were confused, Viserys's face became very ugly, as if he remembered something.