Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord

early morning.

Flea Bottom, a certain stone building.

A ray of sunlight penetrated the narrow window and hit the straw mat.

Damon was covered in bandages, and his eyes were opened by the light.

In the hazy backlight, a slim woman wearing a white dress stood.

Pale skin, long black hair, and charming appearance.

"Do you regard me as a prisoner?"

Daemon felt dizzy and recognized who the other person was.

His former mistress, "White Maggot" Mesalia.

Mesalia fiddled with the medicine pot and asked, "Just like you once did to me?"

Damon turned his head away, too lazy to settle old scores.

The two separated a long time ago, and the other party dumped him.

"You should be lucky that I am your protector."

Mesalia walked to the straw bed with her slender legs and said, "The king is the one who really treats you as a prisoner. The golden robe is looking for you all over the city."

I can't imagine what happened last night.

The brothel housing hundreds of people burned down overnight, leaving only solidified lava wrapped in blackened corpses.

If her person comes one step too late, her old lover will be burned to ashes.

"Hiss~~"

Damon felt dizzy after hearing this, and his whole body shook in pain when he moved.

Mesalia put the soup in his hand and reminded: "Drink it, you are covered with injuries and one of your legs was broken."

Dameng was startled when he heard this, and then realized that he was injured all over his body.

His neck, upper body, and right hand were all wrapped in bandages, and his left leg was splinted with a wooden board.

He touched his forehead with his left hand. Half of his face was swollen like a steamed bun and covered with a layer of sticky ointment.

"Why am I here?"

Damon finally remembered that he didn't spend the night here last night.

"Your son almost killed you."

Mesalia rolled her eyes and said with slight contempt: "Because you are so shameless in robbing him of his beloved girl."

If she had known the situation in advance, she would not have come to the rescue.

Got into a lot of trouble for nothing.

"I would rather he kill me."

Damon laughed to himself.

Mesalia had no expression on her face and stretched out her hand to beg: "Then you have to pay me the medical fee and accommodation fee first."

"That kid didn't break my leg."

Damon secretly cursed the bitch for being heartless.

"I broke it when I rescued you. It cost me dozens of gold dragons to save this leg and the tendon of my right hand."

Messalia made one payment after another, and the businessman said: "If you don't pay, I will notify the golden robe to catch you."

Damon spilled the potion in his hand and gave up on himself: "I don't need the protection of a prostitute."

"I'm no ordinary whore."

Mesalia's expression changed.

Before treating the injury, the other party should first treat the problem of arrogance.

Damon didn't want to bow his head: "Well, she's not an ordinary prostitute."

He was now disheartened and in no mood to talk.

I wanted to seduce Rhaenyra and become the royal wife for her son.

But Rhaenyra did not have him in her heart.

She can only settle for the next best thing and find someone to teach her some knowledge in bed.

Although he has selfish motives, he sticks to the bottom line.

"You should have stayed and been burned to death last night."

Messaria picked up the cup, annoyed that her subordinates had taken matters into their own hands.

Squeak!

The door opened and a thin orphan walked in.

This room was in the basement, and the upstairs led directly to a brothel.

Mesalia stood up and said with some pride: "I have bid farewell to the past long ago. Skin trading can give me very little."

The orphan walked closer and handed over a golden dragon.

Damon is used to the other person's independent consciousness: "You have always been restless."

The orphan gave him money and left on a familiar road.

Messalia counted the numbers and said with emotion: "Life is full of accidents and betrayals. Even though someone provides them with food, clothing and clothing, they still betray their self-esteem easily."

What she desires most is respect.

There are always people who don't appreciate it.

"You're just a maggot in a latrine."

Damon adjusted to the severe pain all over his body and fell heavily when he tried to get up.

Messalia was not angry and walked out of the door gently: "I hope the king will not chop off your head, and the golden robe will pay for your consultation and accommodation fees."

Bang!

The door is closed, not letting in any sunlight.

…

Red Fort.

The princess's bedroom.

Aemon was lying on the soft couch, with a small coat covering his face.

He is still sleeping.

Unknowingly, I entered a dream.

Towering mountains.

There are lush vegetation growing on the mountain, and there is thin mist halfway down the mountain.

boom--

A huge thing flew through the clouds, its bronze scales glowed with metallic luster, and its slender dragon tail flashed past.

Aemon walked along the rugged path, his hands climbing and piercing his flesh.

He was unconscious and could only climb up.

It seems like a lonely mountain.

But under the clouds and fog, you can't see the town of River Valley, nor can you see the long lake where black swans roam.

Ring!

Suddenly, a bell rang.

Aemon looked up blankly.

A huge bronze tree takes root on the top of the mountain, with thirty-six branches piercing the clouds and mist, and palm-sized bronze leaves swaying in the wind.

On the top of the giant tree, a heat-radiating disc hangs high, like a second sun.

The light was so dazzling that the complete outline of the giant tree could not be seen clearly.

But there are small copper bells hanging on many branches.

Every time the giant tree shakes, these bronze bells make a crisp sound.

"What?"

Eamonn was confused.

The giant tree seemed to be calling him, asking him to bow.

"You're just a tree."

Eamonn was simple-minded.

The giant tree shook violently, as if it was about to shake down the bronze bell and crush the disrespectful person.

"No, I planted you."

Aemon verbally rejected this unscrupulous behavior of repaying kindness with revenge.

The giant tree stopped.

The clouds and mist slowly dispersed halfway up the mountain, revealing a magnificent palace built of white marble and a huge fortified city protected by two high walls.

The people inside live and work in peace and contentment, with happy smiles.

Eamonn:?

I don't agree because I'm interested in the people in the city.

Ring!

Suddenly, a clear ringtone rang in his ears, waking him up from his dream.

Aemon's feet fell into the air and he lost consciousness.

outside world.

"Zhizhi~~"

The golden-nosed rat's little eyes were filled with revenge, and he held up a bronze bell and shook it in his owner's ear.

Aemon opened his eyes suddenly and patted it hard.

Snap!

Just hearing a miserable rat cry, the world became quiet.

Aemon pinched the clothes on his face and got up sleepily.

A critical moment just dreamed of.

I still haven't figured out what's going on.

Looking around, the room was in a mess.

"Are you awake?"

Rhaenyra was wearing a silk nightgown and stood in front of the glass, combing her hair.

The sun hits her nightgown, revealing her well-proportioned figure.

The silver-gold slightly curly long hair is spread around the waist, and is gently combed with a wooden comb.

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The scene is quite peaceful.

Aemon rubbed his eyebrows and said with a headache: "What did I do last night?"

He seems to have killed Daemon.

The opponent shouldn't be able to withstand the dragon flames of Wormisor.

Rhaenyra turned around, rolled her beautiful eyes, and admitted, "Me!"

Eamonn was stunned for a moment and said speechlessly: "I believed your lies, but your mind is still full of shit."

What a licking face to give such an answer.

"You scolded me again."

Rhaenyra bit her lip.

I already scolded her all night last night.

"I can apologize."

Eamonn began to dress.

"Need not."

Rhaenyra felt like a doormat and turned back to combing her hair.

Just scold me.

The inhumane treatment last night made Gritted his teeth and endured it.

You won't lose any meat if you get scolded.

Aemon was surprised by her reaction, which was completely different from the stubborn look he had before.

Rhaenyra took a peek and saw that he was not angry, so she waved: "Come here."

Eamonn walked to the mirror.

"Comb my hair."

Rhaenyra held out the comb expectantly.

"Do your hair look like Queen Visenya's?"

Eamon took action.

Rhaenyra raised a smile and said, "Anything is fine."

She is looking for ways to give warmth.

Eamonn is not in the same channel, and the movements are repeated mechanically.

After a night of thinking, many things can be traced.

Daemon seduced Rhaenyra not just to become the king's wife.

But his methods and ideas are full of confusion.

It's like a man driving an ox cart, suddenly jumping out of the car, picking up the ox, and then pulling the cart for two miles.

It's just baffling.

"Aemon, are we still the same as before?"

Rhaenyra hummed softly and rested her head on her broad chest.

Eamonn is a huge sex addict.

Rhaenyra was as stupid as a pig, but she was beautiful.

The friendship and important position they had been together for many years made him willing to fall.

But it was confirmed last night.

The waistband of Rhaenyra's trousers was tight, keeping her figure intact.

"Don't ignore me."

Rhaenyra raised her head and said pitifully: "I am stupid."

Aemon's breath was stagnant, and he suspected that he was blind.

Numb!

What strange attributes did she awaken?

How can you be so thick-skinned and say that I am stupid and I am right?

Rhaenyra was afraid of being abandoned and was eager to show off: "We are still the same as before."

This was how she made up for her last mistake.

It was not just Rhaenyra's stupidity that angered him.

She and Damon appeared in the brothel, and even if nothing happened, some ideas took root.

When he faced Rhaenyra, it was more of a responsibility.

…

morning.

The mummified Daemon returned to the Red Keep, his head almost drooping to the ground.

He is not alone.

Several men in golden robes looked serious and escorted him to capture him like a prisoner.

Harold, Commander of the Kingsguard, led two Iron Guard brothers out in a hurry, and happened to bump into them head-on.

Without saying a word, the two Iron Guard brothers twisted Damon's arms and detained him on the spot.

"hiss!"

Damon woke up instantly and gasped in pain.

He is covered in wounds now.

Harold looked down at Damon coldly and said indifferently: "The king wants to see you, prince."

Two Iron Guard brothers lifted it up and dragged it forward like a dead dog.

"Let go of your dirty hands."

Damon gritted his teeth and placed one leg on the ground with a splint.

Harold glanced sideways and pretended not to hear.

He is a close official of the king and knows the details.

The person in front of me doesn't deserve preferential treatment, and I have to endure the pain.

The group hurriedly entered the throne room.

The two Iron Guard brothers were even more rude and threw Damon on the cold floor.

Harold leads the team away.

Viserys walked out from the side, and his voice contained no emotion or anger: "Last night."

Damon grinned, unable to get up from the pain.

"You won't deny it?"

Viserys looked at the jackal in front of him with cold eyes.

Damon groaned in pain: "I have to know the crime first before I know what to deny."

"You're going to ruin this marriage!"

Seeing that he would not change his ways, Viserys hated him so much that he kicked him viciously.

"Well……"

Damon was kicked in the abdomen, and the wound instantly began to bleed, seeping through the bandage.

Viserys suppressed his desire to kill and circled around him: "Are you still not ready to admit it?"

"You didn't do anything."

Daemon expressed his true thoughts: "I just feel sorry for Rhaenyra and want her to learn some ways to control men."

Viserys laughed angrily: "That's a brothel, and that's how you lead by example."

"When we were Rhaenyra's age, we tore through the brothels of King's Landing."

Damon turned over, revealing his disfigured face.

Viserys smiled stagnantly: "We are young men, she is a girl, and we are still engaged."

"That boy got her back."

Dimon interrupted and said casually: "He will not dislike this political marriage, and his love will remain the same."

Viserys opened his eyes wide and couldn't believe his ears.

"You stepped on the horse's -"

Viserys swore loudly, and as fast as an afterimage, he leaned down and grabbed his collar, and cursed angrily: "You are going to destroy them!"