Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord

Eamonn didn't know it yet, but he was favored by someone of the same sex.

He held two catkins, feeling both cold and warm on his fingertips.

Lanner held her chin with one hand, pretending to be calm about this.

The back of her hand was cold, like finely crafted cold jade.

Rhaenyra grimaced, trying not to look at him.

Her palms were warm and sweaty, making it harder to hold on to them than usual.

The former's bare hand was opened, and Aemon's fingers were interlocked with it.

The latter had slender little hands, holding it in his hand and playing with it gently.

"Don't go too far."

Rhaenyra gritted her teeth and warned in shame and anger.

Eamonn chuckled and said, "I won't let you go."

Another double entendre.

Top position.

Both pairs of eyes stared at this scene.

Corliss had a serious face and looked at his daughter who had given up her struggle.

Is this his cold and noble eldest daughter?

That bastard boy was holding another girl's hand at the same time, why didn't he slap her.

"What a fine Targaryen education."

Collis was indignant.

"He grew up in Runestone City!"

Viserys' face was grim, and he looked at his nephew with a look that was almost murderous.

Her daughter's hand was also held by that bastard boy.

They are like animals, determined to step on two boats.

Not afraid of falling into the water and drowning.

Clang!

The gongs sounded closely, and the competition heated up.

Boros roared angrily and charged with a war hammer.

Damon held the "Dark Sister" in hand and flashed left and right looking for opportunities.

Thanks to the strong physique of the Baratheon family, Bolos can run a horse with his arms and swing his war hammer with great prowess.

No matter how strong the opponent is, they don’t dare to fight rashly.

"My cousin is illiterate, but fortunately he has inherited my great-uncle's bravery."

Lanner smiled slightly.

Her grandmother was from the Baratheon family, and Storm's End and Tidehead Island had always been a united front.

Aemon nodded slightly, showing some concern.

Baratheon's racial tenacity is still fresh in his memory.

"I bet he won't last more than a few rounds."

Rhaenyra dismissed it.

Aemon whispered: "How to say?"

"That's Damon!"

Rhaenyra was confident and said: "Boros is just a stupid deer who has never been on the battlefield."

"We'll see."

Aemon smiled.

He still hoped that Bolos would explode and give his father Damon a good beating.

"Hmm~~"

Rhaenyra raised her chin slightly.

Aemon couldn't help but smile.

Bang!

Bolos pushed Damon's center door open with a hammer, and punched him in the face with a fist as big as a sandbag.

Damon resisted the punch and staggered back.

"well played!!"

Aemon's eyes lit up.

Both of her tender little hands were gone, and she clapped her hands in excitement.

Helena wrinkled her little face and raised her chubby hands to cover her ears.

What a noisy duck~

"ah!!"

Bolos gained the upper hand and shouted at the top of his lungs.

He participated in the tourney just to defeat Daemon.

In the tournament in 105 AC, his father, Lord Beaumond, fought on behalf of his cousin Rhaenys, but was shot away by Daemon.

Father's revenge must be avenged!

"Pooh!"

Damon's face was grim, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Immediately, the two of them heard shouts from the VIP seats at the same time.

"Um?"

Bolos looked up in confusion.

The one who made the noise was Damon's son. Was that the wrong call?

"You dare to be distracted when you compete with me."

A cold look flashed in Damon's eyes, and the "Dark Sister" thorn in his hand locked the handle of the war hammer.

Boros was shocked and wanted to take back the hammer.

How could Damon give him a chance? He raised his leg and kicked the opponent between his legs. The steel plate was dented.

"Ouch!!"

Boros screamed miserably.

Damon took advantage of the victory and pursued, but the Dark Sisters stuck on the ground, grabbed the war hammer and smashed it against the opponent.

Just a muffled sound was heard, and holes were made in the plate armor.

Full of revenge.

Bolos almost fainted from the pain, and finally shouted surrender.

Clang!

The referee sounded the gong to announce the end of the contest.

"unlucky."

Aemon was disappointed.

With the power of these three axes, he was knocked to the ground when he turned around.

What a waste.

…

Next night.

The Red Fort, the king's palace.

"Prince, His Majesty is waiting for you."

Sir Harold stood guard at the door of the palace and spoke respectfully.

Aemon didn't pay attention and secretly adjusted his breathing.

It's okay if you don't come, and there are two white knights behind you.

The tourney lasted for several days, with an intermission every afternoon.

After dinner.

Before he could decide who to communicate his feelings with, his uncle sent someone to visit him.

Needless to say, I will be scolded.

Squeak!

Eamonn pushed open the door and came face to face with a round table filled with stone carvings.

A bonfire was placed in front of the table with burning pine cones inside.

Aemon took a step closer and saw a dragon bone dagger placed in the brazier.

Bang!

Sir Harold glanced at it and silently closed the door.

His Royal Highness went too far today.

If he offends the king and Lord Corliss at the same time, he is afraid that he will be taught a lesson.

Aemon smiled helplessly and stared at the familiar dragon bone dagger.

If I remember correctly, it was a relic of my great-grandfather.

The handle is carved from dragon bone, and the blade is forged from Valyrian steel.

After his death, his uncle kept him with him.

"This dagger was once owned by Aegon the Conqueror."

Viserys's voice suddenly sounded.

Aemon raised his head and found the lonely figure standing by the fireplace.

Viserys stood expressionless in front of the fire in the fireplace, his face flickering in the firelight.

"Uncle."

Aemon felt guilty.

Viserys ignored it, walked over from the fireplace, and said to himself: "The continuation can be traced back to Inar the Exile."

“Going forward, it’s hard to tell.”

Aemon listened quietly.

"You haven't liked reading since you were a child, but you should know who Inar is."

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Viserys laughed at himself: "Perhaps you and your father know better than me in this regard."

Since the Doomsday, Ancient Valyria has been reduced to a wasteland.

Aenar listened to the prophecy of his daughter Denise "Dreamwalker" Targaryen, sold the family's property in the Land of Long Summer in advance, and moved the family to Dragonstone Island.

Once upon a time, out of forty dragon king families, only one Targaryen family remained.

Even the relevant books have been lost.

"Inar's escape gave the family hope of continuation."

Aemon agreed.

In the past six months, he had frequented the Celtija family library.

There are many ancient books recorded in High Valyrian hidden there, including some unique copies.

"I knew you and your father had the same temperament."

Viserys shook his head and reached for the red-hot dragonbone dagger.

He is also of true dragon blood and has a high immunity to fire.

Aemon's eyes flashed.

He guessed that his uncle asked him to come here not only for the daytime matters.

Viserys looked at his nephew and said seriously: "Before Aegon died, the last fire warlock in Valyria hid his song on the blade."

And this song is called "A Song of Ice and Fire."

Aemon frowned slightly.

According to family tradition, one should not know about this matter.

"Look at it, what's written on it."

Viserys didn't give his nephew a chance to refuse, and handed the dragon bone dagger to his eyes.

"Uncle..."

Aemon hesitated to speak.

"Quiet."

Viserys scolded and said, "Unless you read what's on the dagger."

Yes, he wants to put this responsibility on his nephew's shoulders.

This was his decision after careful consideration.

The only people in the family who knew this secret were him and Rhaenyra.

Even his brother Damon didn't know.

The nephew would be the third person.

Seeing his uncle's tough attitude, Aemon had no choice but to do as he was told: "In my bloodline, the prophesied prince will be born, and his blood is the song of ice and fire."

There is a lot more content, no need to go into details.

In short, it is a prophecy of the White Walkers beyond the Wall.

"very good."

Viserys nodded with satisfaction and forced a smile: "The responsibility I entrust to you, the burden of knowing this, is far more important than the throne and the king."

"It's enough for you to tell Rhaenyra about this."

Aemon shook his head.

He had the memory of later generations and knew what the conqueror's prophecies meant.

"No, she can't carry the burden alone."

Viserys denied: "Only you can help her bear the pressure of the prophecy."

At this moment, it was unprecedentedly serious.

He wants to tell his nephew about the content of "A Song of Ice and Fire", and he also wants him to bear the responsibility of the prophecy.

Rhaenyra was a girl, an uneasy girl.

Only her nephew, who is carrying a heavy load, can share the burden for her.

This is his expectation for his nephew, and it is also a restraint on his nephew.

Viserys hesitated for a moment and said the key point: "This responsibility is far more important than power and your desires."

Aemon remained silent.

He probably understood what his uncle meant.

Before the hard ones, come the soft ones.

"Eamonn, you are the child I watched grow up."

Viserys put away the dragon bone dagger and said with a smile: "What you said and did today, if it were your grandfather Jaehaerys, he would behead you."

Holding the hands of a country's princess and other unmarried girls in public.

It would be an understatement to call it treason.

"Uncle, if you have anything to say, you can speak directly."

Be prepared when Aemon comes.

Nothing more than letting yourself get married obediently.

"Then I'll be blunt."

Viserys was not polite and sighed: "The sea snake is very ambitious. If you and his daughter are together, you will drag the family into the abyss."

"Lanael is a good woman, and Aunt Rhaenys is here."

Eamonn didn't approve.

Viserys said displeased: "What about Rhaenyra? She falls in love with you?"

"If possible..."

Aemon opened his mouth to speak.

"Stop it!"

Viserys waved his hand and said in a bad tone: "If you say you want to imitate the conqueror, I will first pull out your tongue and then castrate you."

He swore there was absolutely no joke.

Asking himself, he had something against Rhaenyra.

She is not satisfied that she is a girl and her thoughts are not deep enough.

But Rhaenyra was his eldest daughter, and the only bloodline left by his late wife Emma.

Even if there were ten thousand bad things about Rhaenyra.

He will never allow his daughter to suffer the slightest injustice!

Aemon was stunned and said with a wry smile: "Then I have nothing to say."

As a parent, how can you not care about your children?

Although his parents are not very reliable.

"Eamonn, think about it when you get back."

Viserys did not push, but persuaded: "Which is more important, family, or whether you pay for it on impulse."

He and Daemon have already agreed to marry the children of the two families.

For this reason, he is willing to give his nephew some time to consider.

But that's all.

Hearing this, Aemon felt depressed.

Marrying two wives at the same time is too much of an obstacle in Westeros.

Not only the parties involved find it difficult to accept.

There are many obstacles from all sides.

"I will seriously consider it."

Aemon said, turning around and leaving.

"Go."

Viserys turned his back.