Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord

He is the most powerful nobleman in the Seven Kingdoms.

He and his wife lead by example, and the family tradition is strict.

Why!

A son would be so special.

"No matter which family you marry, the first thing you need to do is to exercise your husband's power so that your future wife can live under your protection."

Viserys shrugged his shoulders and said with a gun and a stick: "If not, marriage will definitely go to the grave."

These words were like a knife inserted into Corliss's heart, and his face turned pale instantly.

"Haha, come all the children."

With a smile on his face, Viserys looked at his nephew who had arrived.

One thing to say.

Since the return of his nephew and Daemon, the king has really felt relaxed.

Just give it up when it's good and don't give the other person a chance to get angry.

But lies don't hurt, the truth is the sharpest knife.

Corliss gritted his teeth angrily, and he could only blame his son for not living up to expectations.

Soon, Lannar and Aemon followed the crowd and arrived.

The main seat is in the second row, and only the king's right hand side is empty.

That was reserved for the queen and important ministers.

The seats in the back were almost full, filled with representatives from various parties and aristocratic women.

Eamonn walked to the spacious front row and saw the empty seats reserved for the younger generation.

"Prince."

Seeing him coming, Lanino suppressed his smile and greeted him slightly awkwardly.

Joffrey, the lover of the cut-sleeve, followed in greeting.

Speaking of which, the identities of both parties are inherently awkward.

Lannino was older and Aemon's cousin.

Lannal is his sister, Aemon and Lannal...

Besides, there were many misunderstandings before.

Aemon had a big heart and responded with a smile: "You're welcome, cousin."

Hearing this, Lanino smiled.

I thought my little cousin was pretty nice.

However, Eamonn's next sentence was: "Cousin, let's leave the past unhappiness behind. From now on, you and I will have our own affairs."

Lanino's face fell.

No hehe.

Aemon's smile grew even stronger, his eyes sweeping across several disconnected spaces.

Sure enough, happiness will not disappear, it will only be transferred to another person.

"You're late."

Rhaenyra's eyes were complicated, and her eyes were turning on Aemon and Lannar.

"I won't apologize."

Aemon raised his eyebrows and sat in the empty seat to her left.

Rhaenyra raised her eyebrows, thinking there was something in her words.

"You should wait for me instead of just leaving alone."

Eamon raked the rake backwards and sat down on her left.

Rhaenyra stared at him, trying to discern any clues from the details of his expression.

At this time, Lanner was the only one without a seat.

The first row is specially prepared for the younger generation, with a total of five seats.

Lanino and Lover of the Cut Sleeve occupy the second and first chairs from the left.

Aemon and Rhaenyra sat in the third and fourth chairs from the left.

Only the last chair from the left was left for Lanner.

Still next to her friend Rhaenyra.

Rhaenyra stared at Lannar again, her eyes sharp as hell.

Lanner shook her head slightly and walked to Lanino: "Let's change places."

"Okay."

Lanino stood up quickly.

In this way, he and his lover Duanxiu were separated from each other.

When Lannar sat down, he sandwiched Aemon between her and Rhaenyra.

"Lannaer, long time no see."

Rhaenyra suddenly smiled and spoke first.

But the words were emotionless, more like a question.

Lanner didn't seem to hear it, and smiled gently: "Yes, you have been touring the mainland for so long, it is easy to send you a letter."

"Then I should take the initiative to send you a letter to Aemon."

Rhaenyra said, slicing Aemon with her eyes.

If it was just a rumor before.

Well, she is now 100% sure that the two are definitely having an affair.

Lanner was not weak, and said sarcastically: "You shoulder heavy responsibilities and are surrounded by young talents every day. It is understandable that you cannot spare time."

After Rhaenyra heard this, her back molar almost broke.

Does she want to go?

Didn't she sneak away to the Dales to help with construction and spend two months with Eamonn?

Who would have thought that they would be so affectionate when they parted, but within half a year they would be interfered with by a third party.

At this time, Aemon was silent.

Caught between two jealous women, in theory it was as good as death.

After the two sides tried to attack each other with words, he did not dare to say a word.

Rest your elbows on the armrests and rest your chin on your palms.

Think about the meaning of life.

"Eamonn, ah~"

Lanner peeled a grape and handed it to his mouth.

Aemon's face was expressionless, and he opened his mouth to swallow.

Rhaenyra's eyes instantly turned fierce.

The aura that permeated the two women was about to take shape.

Lanino, who was sitting on the far right, felt a chill on his neck and gave a wry smile.

Turning his head quietly.

Joffrey, on the far left, has his head almost buried in the floor, like a frightened quail.

Eamonn:…

Who is resisting the pressure?

Top position.

Corlys and Viserys had different looks and different opinions about the front row seats.

"Lagnino is still very gentlemanly."

Corliss's face improved slightly and he praised his son for sitting next to the princess.

Just sit like this.

"But why do I feel that he is unwilling?"

Viserys stared sharply at his nephew chewing grapes.

I had already cursed loudly in my heart.

You are so greedy, why would you eat if I feed you?

Useless stuff!

Corliss showed a victorious smile: "You can force the seat, but you can't force the relationship."

It was obvious that his daughter was better.

Her Royal Highness behaves more like an abandoned and resentful woman who has lost her opportunity and reason.

"It's still early, Lord Corliss."

Viserys said with a smile, "The tourney hasn't started yet, and Daemon also wants to participate."

Collis: "We'll see."

Viserys smiled reluctantly.

The knuckles of the fingers holding the wine glass turned white, and I swore secretly in my heart.

I'll leave my nephew alone for a talk tonight.

Marriage is a major matter and there is no room for him to mess around.

Eamonn looked calm, but in fact he felt like he had a lump in his throat, a light on his back, and was sitting on pins and needles...

Clang!

The referee in red robes sounded the gong and shouted for the candidates:

"Welcome 'Prince of the Capital' Daemon Targaryen, who will be the first contestant!"

Hearing Damon's name, all the noble lords in the room became energetic.

Even Viserys was relieved, laughing and clapping.

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"drive!"

On the competition ground, Daemon galloped out on a majestic black horse.

He wears dragon-scaled black steel armor, a red cape, and a dragon-winged helmet.

His stern face and unruly temperament immediately ignited the enthusiasm of the female nobles present.

Corak Xiu under the crotch, dark sisters in the hands.

The dangerous "Prodigal Prince" Daemon Targaryen has always been the dream lover of women in the Seven Kingdoms.

Damon rode around in a circle and deserved the cheers from the crowd.

Under the lively atmosphere.

Aemon moved his body and spoke in a low voice: "Uncle didn't let me end up, because he was afraid that the first day when father and son met would be unlucky."

"..."

Lanner peeled the grapes, indifferent.

Rhaenyra's expression was cold, exuding a chill that would keep no one close to her.

Aemon shut up.

Still a bit too much.

You should say hello to Rhaenyra in advance and be mentally prepared.

I don’t know what the uncle and the sea snake are thinking now.

The two women probably each wanted to peel off his skin and drink his blood.

Lanner lowered her eyebrows, peeled a grape open and put it into her mouth.

Her thoughts are very confused now.

Compared to Rhaenyra, her advantage was not as great as expected.

If Aemon finally chose Rhaenyra due to the king's coercion...

Lanner's eyes were deep and she had a decision in her heart.

She is not a weak person and has the courage to give it a try.

If she dared to risk her reputation, she couldn't leave the game sadly.

Lannar glanced at Aemon and said with a simple thought: "If you dare to compromise, I will ride Vhagar and die with you."

She is confident that she has this ability.

"Eat less grapes, they are sour."

Eamonn noticed her look, touched a piece of pastry and brought it to her mouth.

Lanner couldn't help but be stunned.

“It tastes pretty good.”

Eamonn took a bite first, and the pastry with bite marks touched his small red lips.

Lanner was at a loss and opened her mouth slightly to bite.

For a moment, my mind became even more confused.

In the past six months, every time the two met, it was always a matter of love and affection.

Lanner's eyes were clear, and she subconsciously held the finger holding the pastry in her mouth, and teased it with the tip of her tongue.

Eamonn was stunned.

No, when was this?

When she came to her senses, Lanner blushed, covered her mouth and turned her head.

She is not a shameless woman, she is simply used to teasing Eamonn.

It is said that people should not be judged by their appearance.

Aemon appears cheerful, but is actually simple-minded.

If she teases her lightly, she'll get on top of her, and she'll get stuck on her.

Otherwise, we wouldn’t agree to meet once every half month.

To avoid being young and hurting your body.

"Eat slowly."

Aemon was a little amused and took back his wet fingertips.

A bad woman is a bad woman.

But he knew in his heart that Lanner was probably distracted.

Although bad women are good at flirting, they are actually restrained and reserved in bed.

If you want to learn more knowledge, you have to struggle for a long time.

Only a few can be chosen to apply what they have learned.

But he has plenty of strength and means.

We meet once every half month, and there is no limit to how long we can cheat.

He usually stays awake during the day until early morning.

Feeling the burning gaze beside her, Lanner peeked over.

Aemon looked up just in time.

Their eyes met, Lanner's face was flushed, and her eyes were so wet that they were almost dripping with water.

In front of everyone, all face was lost.

Eamonn looked away to prevent her from becoming completely red-hot.

That charming look that pretends to be calm is still very touching even though I have seen it many times.

Like a big cat that has been tortured, it writhes and whimpers for mercy.

The little actions of the two people naturally cannot escape the eyes of those who are interested.

Who is the caring person?

Rhaenyra's eyes were blazing, and her face was so cold that it was about to turn frosty.

Before Eamonn noticed, he reached out to touch the pastry and missed something.

"Hang Chih Chih..."

Turning around, Rhaenyra was holding the plate of pastries and chewing away her anger.

That posture doesn't look like eating cakes.

It's clear that he wants to eat people.

"Eat slowly."

Eamonn didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and handed over a glass of red wine.

Rhaenyra snatched it away and swallowed the food in her mouth.

Those sullen eyes were still staring at the other party.

A small line of sweat broke out on Aemon's forehead.

He should be thankful that Rhaenyra had real feelings for him.

In the same situation, the concubines of several queens in the original world would probably have been divorced long ago.

Rhaenyra at that time had no tolerance for her partner.

If it doesn’t work, change it. If it dies, change it again.

In the end, I changed a bunch of illegitimate children.