Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord

"This is pure slander."

Eamonn objected strongly.

"Oh, then whose room did you sleep in last night?"

Viserys showed a smile that every man knows, and teased: "Rhaena is four years older."

"That's just because I'm not old enough."

Eamonn maintains his innocence.

Viserys let him go: "Maybe."

It’s not surprising that boys like mature women who are older than themselves.

Who hasn’t been curious and conquering yet?

It's better than liking men.

Aemon's face darkened, feeling deeply malicious.

Confirm a sentence.

Lies won't hurt, the truth is the sharpest knife.

"It's a bit far."

Viserys coughed twice and said seriously: "I will treat you as my own son. You should understand what this means."

"I guess I don't quite understand."

Aemon chooses to play dumb and defeat magic with magic.

Viserys was straightforward: "Marry her, and the two bloodlines will become one, and your descendants will be the next king."

Eamonn played steadily: "Uncle, who said that?"

"Rhaenayla, rightful heir to the Iron Throne."

Viserys was afraid that he would continue to act stupid, so he said sternly: "You open your eyes from her room early in the morning, don't think you can get away with it."

He suddenly realized that his way of chatting was so hateful.

Aemon said seriously: "As Rhaenyra says, I will."

"You look troubled?"

Viserys frowned in displeasure.

Aemon shook his head: "Rhaenayla is beautiful."

"There is no girl more beautiful than her in the Seven Kingdoms."

Viserys raised his chin proudly and boasted: "How many nobles and lords have begged to marry her, but none of them appeal to me."

Aemon smiled noncommittally.

He admitted this, Rhaenyra's beauty was all exchanged with her brain.

You can imagine how beautiful she is.

"Then it's settled, you will be officially engaged after the tournament."

Viserys was extremely happy: "I canonize you as a knight and let you marry her with great glory."

Everything is clearly arranged.

Aemon blurted out: "I advise you not to be happy too early."

"Um?"

Viserys was stunned when he was told this.

Aemon told him frankly: "You'd better not betroth me too early. The Faith of the Seven Gods does not allow two ladies to be betrothed at the same time."

He doesn't want to fight internally anymore.

Marrying two means marrying two, and it is useless for anyone to say anything.

"Do you know what you're talking about?"

Viserys's face turned pale for a moment.

Eamonn knew too well: "You may have me hanged, but I spit on you and nail you on."

"Nonsense, how could I treat you like that."

Viserys was shocked and angry, and shouted: "I entrusted my daughter to you because I trusted you."

"I'd love to accept it, but I can't focus on it."

Aemon's words were hurtful.

He didn't want to say that.

But he knew very well that if he said otherwise, the other party would be acting stupid.

"Do you think what I gave you is not enough?"

An idea flashed in Viserys's mind, and he promised: "When Rhaenyra is crowned king, you will be the guardian of the whole realm and the regent in charge of the government."

That's all Damon wants.

He was reluctant to give it to his younger brother, but he could give it to his nephew without reservation.

Eamonn still insisted: "It has nothing to do with any of this."

"So what do you want, the throne?"

Viserys frowned deeply, stood up and took the family sword "Black Fire", and said solemnly: "You can participate in the tournament tomorrow. As long as you can defeat a decent opponent, I will give it to you just like my grandfather gave Daemon. ”

The Iron Throne is his bottom line.

But this clan sword, which symbolizes royal power, is worthy of a brave warrior.

Faced with such kindness, Aemon's conscience was troubled.

Except for weakness, the uncle has no weaknesses.

Almost all the noble qualities a king needs can be found in him.

Even if she knew that he was so kind to her, most of the reason was for Renela's benefit.

But "good" is good.

Seeing that his nephew was silent, Viserys finally got angry and said, "What kind of enchanting soup did the daughter of the sea serpent pour into you to make you let down Rhaenyra's feelings?"

Eamonn said softly: "If we just talk about feelings, I will marry Lanner decisively."

"You said you married her out of responsibility?"

Viserys had a quick mind and grasped the key points immediately.

Aemon hesitated to speak and sighed helplessly.

Silence is Cambridge tonight.

Rhaenyra was so stupid.

Her status is of vital importance, related to the direction of "Dance of Blood Dragons".

If you don't stay by your side, you will be in constant trouble.

Viserys looked in disbelief and murmured: "You think of yourself as a conqueror, and my daughter became Visenya."

Or a low-end version of Visenya.

"Rhaenayla has always been kind to me."

Eamonn revealed his true feelings.

"Then you should focus on her wholeheartedly."

Viserys couldn't accept the cruel truth and ignited his anger: "You don't deserve our treatment. You and your father are both bastards."

"Uncle."

Aemon stood up.

"sit down!"

Viserys shouted.

Aemon sat down dutifully.

"Listen, I won't allow my nephew to be a white-eyed wolf."

Viserys looked fiercely and warned: "You stay in this room. You are not allowed to go anywhere until you figure it out."

"House arrest?"

Aemon said in surprise.

Viserys said angrily: "Whatever you think, you can't leave this room even half a step."

After saying that, he walked out angrily.

When passing by the door, I stepped on a dragon-shaped stone sculpture and almost tripped.

"Be careful."

Aemon said nervously.

"Sit down, you bastard!"

Viserys turned around and cursed, kicked the beloved stone sculpture and pushed out the door.

Bang!

The door slammed shut, and dust shook off the door frame.

I vaguely heard my uncle ordering the Kingsguard to guard the door, not to contact anyone, and not to give any food or drink.

"You still treat me as a child."

With a look of helplessness on his face, Aemon picked up the clan sword "Blackfire" at hand.

"Discover items containing magic power and obtain magic essence +10."

A small gain.

Aemon was enjoying himself in his misery, tending to the stone carvings on the oversized round table.

More than two and a half meters in diameter.

The whole game is based on the capital city of the Free Fortress Empire, including the flat-topped tower where the dragon kings live, the Valyrian Avenue built with dragonstone, and various dragons with similar appearances.

After playing for a while, there is nothing new.

Aemon put his elbows on the table, picked up the glass wine flask and shook it.

Half a bottle of red wine, red as fire in the sun.

Check out the 16-9 book bar and see the correct version!

"Oh, I don't like drinking."

Aemon lay down in despair.

Telling the truth offends people.

But when I say what I'm thinking, I feel better than ever.

"What's next?"

Aemon arched his head, thinking about how to get out of trouble.

Not leaving this room, but getting out of the current predicament.

Without Daemon, the royal family and the Velaryon family are still equally powerful.

He is one of the top three.

Guaranteed to win!

The uncle is tolerant in every possible way and also appreciates his intimidating power.

"But you still treat me like a child."

Eamonn was very dissatisfied.

He would rather his uncle drove him out of King's Landing in a fit of anger and allowed him to do whatever he wanted without the constraints of family ties.

With the uncle's palace, it is obvious that he will not abandon his martial arts.

He was locked up and subjected to constant physical and mental pressure to force him to submit.

Just like boiling an eagle.

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other side.

Viserys looked gloomy and walked out of the floor angrily.

He has never seen such a bastard boy.

Marrying the daughter of a sea serpent is a matter of affection, marrying his daughter is a matter of responsibility.

Rhaenyra is so unsatisfactory! ?

"Damn it Damon, the son he gave birth to should die too!"

Viserys cursed all the way.

The tourney is still to be held, and the king must attend.

When the noble lords passing by saw the angry king, they all stepped aside and remained silent.

Afraid of getting into trouble.

Staircase corner.

Collis, dressed in formal attire, walked downstairs with his wife in a hurry.

Both of them saw this scene.

"I heard someone say something big happened last night."

Collis had a point.

"It's all over, isn't it?"

Rhaenys didn't want to dwell on it.

Damon disappears early in the morning and a brothel is burned down on Silk Street.

It is said that there is a shadow of a dragon inside.

It's a scandal that cannot be revealed even if you think about it with your toes.

While he paused, an attendant quietly came over and whispered a few words to Corliss.

After he leaves.

Corliss looked surprised and said: "The king has imprisoned his nephew."

It seems that the father and son collaborated in committing the crime.

"Don't think blindly, that kid still has a small bottom line."

Rhaenys retorted and said disdainfully: "But I'm not surprised at all that he was imprisoned."

He got involved with her daughter and turned around and said that he wanted to marry two wives.

He must have said the same thing to Viserys to be punished.

"You're still so cynical."

Collis admired his wife's intelligence.

Rhaenys snorted coldly: "There are too many Targaryen fools, especially those with handles on their crotches."

You really have to follow the faith of the Seven Gods.

From top to bottom, one by one, even if they wipe their necks and bleed them one by one, there is no injustice.

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The princess's bedroom.

Seeing Aemon being taken away, Rhaenyra could not sit still alone.

She was afraid that her father would anger Aemon.

Moreover, the two of them had a good relationship last night, and it was treason for Falimon.

"No, I can't sit still and wait for death."

Rhaenyra decided to do something.

Allison had already attacked her, and she couldn't afford to wait.

"I don't have the strength to speak, so find someone who does."

Rhaenyra's clever mind was spinning, and she quickly thought of finding allies.

And her first target was Lanner, who had used a gun.

"If she is willing to help, she can keep Aemon safe."

Rhaenyra regained her energy and went straight out.

Lannar is smarter than her, and there is Vhagar, the oldest and largest dragon.

If two people have the status and strength together, all problems can be solved easily.

Rhaenyra went out in a hurry.

When he arrived at Lanner's room, he knocked on the door but received no answer.

"Aren't you here?"

Rhaenyra said in surprise.

Could it be that he went to the competition ground?

"Your Highness, someone has sent you a message."

A timid voice came from behind.

A young, delicate-looking maid stood respectfully.

Rhaenyra asked strangely: "Elenda, are you sending me a message?"

The other party is her personal companion, who comes from the Marseille family of the royal family.

Elanda looked to see if there was no one around, and whispered: "It's a person from Flea Bottom. I heard people call her White Maggot Xiaomei."

"White maggots?"

Rhaenyra fell into deep thought.

She had some impression of him, as if they had met once before.

Daemon had stolen the dragon egg she had prepared for her deceased brother and gave it to her mistress who was raised on Dragonstone.

That mistress was pregnant, and she was called White Maggot.