Game of Thrones: The Strongest Guoguang

Chapter 128 Domineering debut
Alison Hightower was stopped at the door.

This is the princess's courtyard, which was controlled by Rhaenyla's confidant guards a long time ago, and no one except Lannall and Janie Arryn can step in without authorization.

"If I were the hostess in the Red Castle, these guards wouldn't have the guts to stop me." Alison felt a little uneasy in her heart. She was once a close friend of the princess.

"What do you want to do?" After waiting for a long time, Ranila came out of the courtyard and looked at Jimei who was in a daze with scrutiny.

"I'm here to remind you that the imperial hunting party is about to leave, you should go with it, otherwise the king will be anxious and the nobles will laugh at your rudeness.

Go and change into fancy clothes, you really don't look like a princess! "

In the end, Allison made her own comments.

"I see." Rhaenyra turned away.

"By the way, Alison, you are not qualified to instruct a princess how to behave, understand." A faint voice came into Alison's ears.

No matter how rude I am, the nobles can only wait. This is the confidence that the dragon has given me.

Understanding the meaning of Rhaenyla's words, Allison blushed and trot away.

"Alison...why is she always so confident?" Rhaenila slandered while summoning her courtiers.

...

The imperial convoy slowly drove towards the camp in the imperial forest. There were already servants and guards waiting in the palace to clean and maintain it.

The adults and ladies of the kingdom dismounted from the carriages and horses, arranged their luggage and appearance, and greeted the friendly nobles at the same time.

At the end of the caravan, His Majesty the King got off the gorgeous carriage and stepped into his faithful royal forest.

A young and beautiful woman came down from the carriage beside her, and there were scattered cheers immediately.

"Pearl of Old Town!" Otto's elder brother, Earl Hightower, ecstatically cheered, and some of the closest ladies couldn't help covering their ears.

"Haitar, after working hard for so long, there is still no movement." Some nobles exchanged some messages with their eyes, and their eyes were full of sarcasm.

"Where is Rhaenyra?" Viserys sat on the chief seat in the camp, and wiped the sweat from his forehead with a silk scarf. The carriage was too bumpy, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.

"Ah, that's it!" "Seven Gods!" Rhaenila, who was at the end, was slowly entering the arena.

But to the surprise of the nobles, the princess's ostentation is too big!
A ferocious animal whose whole body is like the night, the shadow lynx is walking steadily on her left side.

On her right is a giant lion that is bigger and more savage than the shadow lynx, occasionally opening its bloody mouth to show its strength to everyone.

And behind Rhaenyla, there are dark green dragons as big as mammoths, and mud red dragons with the size of a carriage.

They stretched their wings, rubbed and crawled on the ground, and guarded Rhaenyla's rear. They neighed threateningly because of the large number of strangers in the scene. The dragon's mouth pointed towards the two sides of the crowd, and spit out sparks.

And on top of them, there are two adult dragons—Syrax flying with the gray shadow. Their huge figures cover the sky of the camp, casting shadows, arousing people's awe of this creature with fear.

At the end of the line were the princess's guards, maids and ascetic monks. In addition, there were two hundred soldiers from the Imperial Forest clan in full body armor. Their bloody eyes made some nobles shudder, and their aura was amazing.

Rhaenila just walked towards the camp step by step, facing everyone's eyes like no one else was there, but her steps seemed to have stepped into the hearts of the nobles, with a thumping sound.

The princess did not wear the aristocratic costumes representing the majesty of the royal family, but in the hearts of everyone present, she wore the most beautiful set of palace costumes representing power.

There is no doubt that Rhaenila has become the center of the entire camp at this moment, and everyone's eyes are attracted by her domineering appearance. Alison on the side hastily backed away, and no one cares about the outfit she has put so much effort into arranging.

"Holy Princess!" Little Piper from Pink City couldn't help shouting with eyes full of admiration.

"Holy Princess, Holy Princess!!" The civilians around the imperial forest also shouted loudly, as if the seven gods had appeared, and they knelt down devoutly.

Then came the clan soldiers of the royal forest, ascetic monks,... Finally, everyone in the audience began to shout the name of "Holy Princess".

In such an atmosphere, Rhaenyla felt a throbbing in the depths of her soul.

The same is true when holding a poet's conference!
Rhaenyla raised her head and looked towards the sky, "Is this the name of Syracuse absorbing nutrients?"

From the invisible perspective of everyone, golden gleams condensed on the giant dragons present, and Syracuse absorbed the most, and the light seemed to be real.

In the far north, a certain forest witch, who was sleeping, suddenly woke up.

"Hey, what dream did I have just now?" She dreamed of a huge tree wreck, which was covered with burnt marks.

But on the wreckage of this big tree, a new sapling is gradually growing: it has seven branches of different colors, and at the bottom are flowing, dark and shining roots like tile steel.

……

When the nobles came to the Royal Forest, it was already lunch time, and Rhaenyla let the beasts and dragons out to hunt freely.

At this time, she was standing alone in the camp, but she also attracted many sneaky eyes.

"Your Royal Highness," the young man's voice came from behind, and Rhaenila saw the visitor give her a thoughtful aristocratic salute.

"The banquet held by the royal family is so grand, it makes us young people gain insight."

"Sir Jason, and the Minister of Terran."

The two Lannister twins are recognizable, both wearing lion-sigil capes and long golden hair that resembles a lion's mane.

Hearing Rhaenira mentioning his younger brother, Jason sighed, "My younger brother is too boring, may the Seven Gods bless him."

Tai Lan didn't make a sound, but just looked at the princess in front of him with shy eyes.

Jason still said to himself, "Your Highness, you remind me of those kingdom beauties who were known as pearls."

"Although they are noble ladies, they have forgotten the confidence that they wanted to be princesses in their childhood.

I mean, they are like weak wild flowers and weeds waiting for a prince to save them. "

"You are a real princess, and all the girls in Lannister are not as bright and delicate as you, and all the girls want to be like you."

"No, Sir Jason" Rhaenyra replied with a smile.

"I didn't take the title of princess as the most beautiful girl in the kingdom for granted."

"All the little girls grow up and aren't interested in princesses or anything like that," she said.
"In fact, some little boys are more interested in crawling around the world when they're not interested in princesses anymore."

Nobles, like Jason, always imagined themselves as princes saving princesses.

"I agree with your point of view." Jason didn't understand Rhaenira's hint, causing his younger brother Tylan to chuckle behind his back.

"What I want is the right to inherit as a princess and the confidence to rule the kingdom," Rhaenira explained with a normal expression.

Jason nodded, took two glasses of fine wine from the servant behind him, and handed one of them to Rhaenyla.

"Try it, it's the best mead you'll ever drink!"

"Brew in Lannisterport, of course."

(End of this chapter)