Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord

"Who ruined this marriage?"

Daemon raised his neck and said unconvinced: "Rhaena is stronger than gold. That boy understands responsibility, and the engagement will remain as before."

"What the hell are you talking about? A woman's reputation is more important than her life!"

Viserys said angrily.

"You are the king!"

Damon revealed his true nature when he said: "Your word is golden rule, and they have no choice but to follow it."

Viserys was shocked and heard the strong resentment in the other party's heart.

Damon realized he had said the wrong thing and immediately shut up.

But it can no longer be concealed.

Viserys stared at his brother blankly and said, "I have been protecting you all my life, but your heart is even more vicious than I thought."

"I should disinherit Rhaenyra, just like I did with you, once and for all."

Then there will be no more succession troubles.

Daemon relented and said, "I swear, I didn't touch Rhaenyra."

Asking himself, he still doesn't want to destroy the interests of his son and niece.

"But you ruined young people's feelings."

Viserys knew that words could be feared.

Damon said: "Eamon will marry two wives and sooner or later he will have to face relationship problems."

"He will choose Rhaenyra."

Viserys said.

Daemon laughed and said, "Aegon the Conqueror also married a second wife."

Uh-huh!

Viserys couldn't stop anymore, pulled out the dragon bone dagger and put it at his throat, saying angrily: "No one is a conqueror."

"Only you, you are my scourge!"

Daemon was startled and confirmed that his brother had not really taken action. He said, "Marry Rhaenyra to Aemon, and then marry the daughter of the sea serpent. They will restore the Dragon King family to its former glory."

This is the best option.

"Of course."

Viserys said sadly: "What you want is not to break the engagement, but to have my throne."

Not only Eamonn's engagement, but also last night's farce.

They are all coveting his throne and trying to take advantage of the opportunity to do ugly things.

Damon's pupils shrank and he didn't refute this.

"Go back to the Vale, Daemon!"

Viserys suddenly smiled, a disappointed smile: "Go to your legal wife and try to find the little honor you have left."

"It's okay if you don't go, I don't care."

Damon was slightly absent-minded.

Suddenly, Viserys pressed the keel handle to his chest wound and asked, "Do you hear me clearly?"

"Ah!~"

Damon groaned and screamed.

The keel handle was pressed into the wound, blood seeped into the bandage, and the smell of blood filled the air.

Viserys kept his face expressionless and continued to increase his strength: "Go away, just don't let me see you again."

It wasn't until blood flowed onto the dark floor that he took back his hand in anger.

Damon's face was pale and he was sweating profusely like a fish fished out of the water.

The door opened and Harold led the team inside.

Nodding respectfully to the king, he lifted Damon off the ground and dragged him out of the door again.

"Damn guy."

Viserys' eyes were blank, and he felt like the world was spinning.

He had never been so sad.

Bang!

The doors were closed and the hall was empty.

Viserys looked at the towering and twisted Iron Throne, feeling a dull pain from cuts all over his body.

"O Gods!"

Alone, Viserys couldn't hold it in any longer and burst into tears.

What did he do wrong?

Everything was fine before, but suddenly it became like this.

…

noon.

The princess's bedroom.

Eamonn had lunch and lay lazily on the soft couch.

Rhaenyra was like a maid, kneeling beside the bed and rubbing his temples.

"Is this intensity okay?"

Ask in a low voice.

"Press, don't ask."

Aemon fully enjoyed the king-level treatment.

Rhaenyra pouted, about to hang an oil can.

She felt like she was about to be turned into a slave.

Aemon turned his head and rested it on his white knees.

"I won't press it anymore."

Rhaenyra rolled out of bed, feeling inexplicably sad.

Aemon was not gentle with her at all and used her as a tool to vent his anger.

"If you leave now, we may not see each other for a while."

Aemon raised his eyebrows.

Rhaenyra tapped her white toes on the ground, her body stuck in the air.

Aemon held her back and dragged her back, burying her head on her smooth belly and giving her some pointers: "Actually, you can be a female knight. I didn't mean to."

His physical fitness is different from ordinary people.

Greater strength, skin like stone.

The first time Lanner cleverly suppressed him, firmly controlling the initiative.

"Eamonn, let go first."

Rhaenyra didn't listen and pushed the silver-gold-haired head hard.

She just wore a silk nightgown.

Eamonn is selectively deaf and takes things to an extreme.

This time he did it on purpose.

It made his teeth itch not to let Rhaenyra understand her shame.

Then a strange scene appeared.

The lower body is slender, the legs and the curvature are white and tender, and the face buried deep in the bed sheets is red.

The legs were squeezed tightly enough to barely retain the last bit of dignity.

Otherwise, just wait for the mugwort."

Rhaenyra was on the verge of tears.

Boom!

There was a knock on the door and someone came to save her.

"Who is it?"

Rhaenyra's skin was red all over and she had no strength to speak.

Harold's deep voice came: "Princess, is the prince here?"

"What should I do? I'm looking for you."

Rhaenyra was shocked.

The other party just said that we might not see each other for a while.

Aemon rolled his eyes: "What are you afraid of?"

Even if the rice is cooked or cooked, the uncle has to eat it even if he grits his teeth.

Besides, he is the victim.

Get dressed, get out of bed.

Rhaenyra patted her face, took off her nightgown and put on her regular clothes, and followed him to the door.

Squeak!

Opening the door, Harold looked at the two of them with a complicated expression.

Behind him followed two silent Kingsguards.

Aemon's eyes were suspicious: "What are you doing?"

"The King is looking for you everywhere, Prince."

Harold stepped out of the way.

"Looking for me?"

Aemon glanced at the two Kingsguards and stretched out his hands to test.

It's not like I'm looking for it.

"Don't get me wrong, there was some trouble."

Harold explained and raised his hand respectfully.

Aemon pondered for a moment, thinking only of Damon.

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"unlucky."

Cursing secretly, he walked out of the room.

Rhaenyra wanted to accompany her.

"Princess, please stay."

Harold stopped him and motioned for the two Kingsguards to follow him first.

Aemon glanced back and went out under the "escort" of two Kingsguards.

It's a coincidence.

Alison stood at the door of the chamber, surprised that he came out of Rhaenyra's room.

Aemon also saw her and thought of many things in an instant.

The brothel burned down and the news could not get out.

Under this premise, he could stay safely until noon.

And now being called away proves that someone has snitched.

This triggers a series of things, such as Damon possibly being captured.

"Uncle will definitely be reluctant to kill him."

Eamonn felt a little sorry for his uncle.

No, they should be connected by fate.

They were the only two truly innocent people in this farce.

"Your Highness the Queen."

Harold followed and nodded to the queen.

Allison smiled slightly and stared at Rhaenyra, who was also standing in the corridor.

Rhaenyra's silver hair was disheveled, and there was still a charming look in the corners of her eyes.

Having been a wife and mother for many years, she certainly understood why.

Rhaenyra watched the group of people walk away, and also fixed her sights on Allison.

In her mind, the brothel was burned to the ground.

Eamonn was called away, which meant someone had snitched on him.

And the biggest beneficiary of exposing this matter is his former friend.

"Alison, it's you, right?"

Rhaenyra said calmly.

There was a haze hanging over Alison's head, and she mocked: "Losing your virginity before marriage is something you did."

"It was the best choice I could have made."

Rhaenyra was not irritated, and said calmly: "On the other hand, you seem to be drawing water from a bamboo basket, but all is in vain."

She made a mistake, a stupid mistake.

But she tried her best to mend the hole and restore the relationship that was about to collapse.

Alison was angry and said harshly: "Just wait, Viserys will not forgive you easily."

"That's my father."

Rhaenyra said calmly.

Allison waved her hand: "We'll see."

Bang!

The bedroom door is closed.

Rhaenyra was silent for a long time and returned to her room.

…

The king's palace.

Aemon came here again after a night apart.

"You're here."

Viserys greeted with a smile.

Eamonn asked if he had anything to say: "You should know what happened last night."

"A farce."

Viserys' smile faded and he sighed: "He is not a qualified father, maybe he cannot even be called a father."

Eamonn said directly: "I don't want to mention him."

"Then consider him dead."

Viserys felt the same and hugged his nephew's shoulders tightly.

He felt equally uncomfortable.

That was his younger brother, a biological brother from the same mother.

I am so happy about Damon's return.

What resulted was betrayal.

"Don't mention it anymore."

Viserys waved his hand and pushed his nephew down on the chair: "Let's talk about something happy."

Eamonn sat down and listened.

Seeing this, Viserys nodded secretly.

On the way his nephew came, he knew where the other party was coming from.

This made him very happy.

"Eamonn, you are a brave, witty and rational boy."

Viserys stared at his nephew and said seriously: "Before marrying Allison, I always hoped that Emma would give birth to a boy like you."

The dream he was pursuing.

The boy wore a conqueror's crown and was born in blazing flames.

Aemon blinked, feeling an inexplicable sense of déjà vu.

The next moment.

Viserys put his hands on his shoulders and said firmly, "As long as you are willing, I will be like your father from now on."

"I truly love you, protect you, treat you as my own flesh and blood, and give everything to you."

Eamonn couldn't sit still.

"Don't refuse in a hurry. I know you are deeply hurt."

Viserys used himself to save others and promised: "Damon is not a good father. I will compensate you for everything you have been missing since you were a child."

Eamonn didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Uncle, I don't lack love."

"You can't stand my eyes."

Viserys spoke sharply: "Your parents have never cared about you. If you don't lack love, why are you always clinging to Allison and looking for girls older than you?"

Question after question hit Aemon's mind.

He opened his mouth, thinking that this was slander.

Viserys didn't give him a chance and shook his head: "The daughter of the sea serpent, she is eight years older than you."

There is no saying in Westeros that a woman three years older than her husband will bring her wealth.

Traditionally, it is still best for the man to be older than the woman.

If the woman is three years older, she can be said to be more intelligent and sensible.

If she is five years older, she can be said to be mature and charming.

If she is eight years older, she has found a stepmother for herself.

It shows how much the nephew lacks love.

After listening to the whole thing, Aemon was so ashamed and angry.

How could the uncle slander someone's innocence out of thin air?