“Gael, in the future I will take you hunting in Dothraki. There is a kind of white lion there called ‘Halka’ by the locals. Their fur is extremely rare; only the most powerful Khals in Dothraki are qualified to wear Halka fur. When the time comes, I’ll use Halka fur to make you a dress. It will definitely look amazing.”
Holding a dragonbone bow, Talvey spurred his horse back to Gael’s side.
The accompanying servants hurriedly ran towards the distant stag.
Together, they dragged the wild deer off the arrow and loaded it onto the accompanying wooden cart.
Meanwhile, on the wooden cart, prey of all sizes were piled up like a mountain.
Looking at this cartload of prey, the servants’ faces beamed with smiles, for this was a symbol of their master’s valor.
“Great! Great! I also want to go to Braavos, the city of a thousand gods and a hundred islands, and Winterfell of the Stark family in the North, and…”
Just like a little girl from her past life, upon hearing about going out to play, Gael’s eyes lit up, and she began to chatter excitedly about other cities she learned about in books.
“Gael! Talvey!”
The call coming from afar interrupted Gael, who was daydreaming about the beautiful scenery everywhere.
“Rhaenyra!”
Seeing the figure in the distance, Gael raised her right hand and waved back and forth, shouting loudly.
In the distance were Rhaenyra and Sir Criston Cole, who had not returned to camp all night.
As the two slowly approached on horseback, Talvey also saw the simple wooden sled they were dragging behind them, upon which lay a huge wild boar.
“Princess Rhaenyra, Ser Talvey, Sir Raymond.”
Sir Criston placed a hand over his chest to salute from horseback, and Talvey and Gael nodded in return.
“Rhaenyra, are you hurt?”
Seeing blood stains everywhere on Rhaenyra’s face and body, Gael asked anxiously.
“No, all this blood is its.”
Rhaenyra shook her head, then pointed somewhat proudly at the wild boar behind her.
“You killed this wild boar?
Very impressive, Rhaenyra.” At this point, Gael changed the subject, “However, compared to Talvey, there is still a big gap.
You need to keep working hard, Rhaenyra.”
Rhaenyra looked at the wooden cart behind Gael’s group; the carcasses of wild boars, stags, foxes, and tree cats were stacked layer upon layer on the cart, looking like a small mountain. This chapter is updated first at novelping(.)com.
“It’s not even hunted by you, what’s there to be proud of!”
Looking at this cartload of prey, Rhaenyra’s joy from killing a wild boar instantly dissipated, and she retorted unwilling to show weakness.
“What Talvey hunted is mine!”
“Doesn’t count, it only counts if you hunt it with your own hands.”
“Alright, alright, we should head back to the camp.”
Talvey clapped his hands, interrupting the sisters’ bickering.
The group then walked towards the camp together, with the laughter and chatter of Gael and Rhaenyra echoing in the woods.
“Hmph, anyway, these prey are all mine, I have more than you.”
“I killed this wild boar with my own hands.”
“Then you still don’t have as many as me.”
“I killed this wild boar with my own hands.”
“Aiya~! I’m ignoring you…”
“Hahaha…”
The warm, gentle breeze passed through the treetops, slightly sweeping across the sky above Viserys’s camp, and also blowing away the wisps of cooking smoke rising from the ground.
Inside the camp, everyone was preparing for the midday feast.
Some were processing the game, some were making fires, and others were responsible for roasting.
With clear division of labor, they were busily and methodically working.
Until they saw Talvey’s group returning to the camp, everyone stopped what they were doing, their gazes firmly fixed on Talvey’s group, while whispering to the companions beside them.
Especially when they saw Princess Rhaenyra’s hair, face, and body stained with blood, alongside the ferocious-looking, huge wild boar behind her, they didn’t even need to think to know that this wild boar must be the trophy personally hunted by Princess Rhaenyra.
Looking behind Talvey and Gael, a full cart of game was piled together, practically looking like a small mountain.
With her hands behind her back, Rhaenyra walked foremost at the front, her beautiful face stained with blood wearing an exceptionally proud expression at this moment.
Talvey and Gael naturally wouldn’t steal Rhaenyra’s thunder, simply holding hands as they walked behind Rhaenyra.
People could not help but compare Princess Rhaenyra at this moment with the king’s previous performance.
Thinking about how King Viserys had stabbed a restrained stag twice just a moment ago, people naturally appreciated the princess’s valor even more.
The three of them inherited the dragonlord blood of old Valyria—silver-gold hair, purple eyes, and superhuman beauty—coupled with the trophies behind them, the crowd couldn’t help but applaud and cheer for their demeanor.
While it wouldn’t make everyone lean towards Rhaenyra, it certainly won people’s respect and a second look.
“Princess Rhaenyra!”
“Princess Gael!”
“Ser Talvey!”
The astonishment on Viserys’s face gradually melted away after hearing the cheers within the camp.
His resolve to protect Rhaenyra as his heir grew even firmer, and a smile surfaced on his face.
In contrast to Viserys, Otto, the Hand of the King, stared with a deep expression at the three of them; all the limelight of Aegon’s second name-day had been stolen away by these three before him.
Furthermore, given the relationship between Talvey and Gael, House Valthorn was undoubtedly supporting Rhaenyra to become the heir.
This was undoubtedly the biggest obstacle to Aegon becoming the heir, and clearly, the other great lords thought so too.
Otto silently calculated his future plans in his heart, pondering how to rely on House Hightower to push Aegon onto the throne.
And the greatest power of House Hightower had never been wealthy Oldtown, but rather the Great Sept of the Seven and The Citadel deeply rooted in Oldtown.
Rhaenyra brushed past the long table in front of Viserys and headed straight back to her own tent.
“Your Grace, please leave these game animals for you to distribute; hopefully, it can make today’s midday feast even more bountiful.”
Talvey and Gael naturally did not continue following Rhaenyra, instead bowing slightly to Viserys.
As for handing the prey over to Viserys for distribution, this was because since the ancient First Men period up to now, the right to distribute game had always been a symbol of the king’s power.
“It seems that all the lords present here today are in for a treat. Let us raise a toast to the brave Silver Dragon Knight, Ser Talvey!” Viserys raised his cup to signal the surrounding nobles.
“To the brave Silver Dragon Knight!” The nobles stood up and shouted in unison.
Talvey took the wine cup handed by the attendant, looked around, and said, “Thank you, my lords!” Having said that, he downed the wine in his cup in one gulp.
Gael linked her arm through Talvey’s, wearing a rather proud expression.
With the king speaking, the midday feast officially began.
Besides some great lords sitting with Viserys, the rest of the nobles also split into small circles, talking in low voices in twos and threes.
There were discussions about the princess and Sir Criston not returning all night, as well as mockery regarding the king taking two tries to kill the stag.
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