Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord

As the king returned with a full load, the Royal Forest Hunting ended early.

Everyone knew it.

The reason was that the princess was frightened and the Duke of the West was almost killed by a deer.

The king personally ordered it to end, and no one dared to say a word.

...

The next day.

In the morning, the King's Gate.

The White Wheel Palace, which symbolizes the royal family's travel, slowly drove into the city gate, and thousands of people lined the streets to welcome it.

As the heir to the throne, His Majesty Viserys I, who was the heir to King Rui, ruled the richest dynasty in history.

There was no war, no hunger.

The people lived and worked in peace and contentment, and they loved the current "young king" very much and supported the Targaryen family name.

"Dabai, don't eat other people's food."

Aemon followed behind the White Wheel Palace, holding a handful of silk-like white mane.

"Yo yo."

The white deer was agile by nature, and resisted the temptation to move back his head, giving up the red apples on the fruit stall.

And with a slight movement, the huge antlers on his head with a diameter of more than three meters were comparable to a pendulum, which was daunting.

"White deer!"

"It is the white deer that symbolizes the kingship..."

"..."

Such a rare and exotic animal attracted everyone's attention when it entered the city, causing the people to cheer enthusiastically.

Look at the huge antlers, the majestic and agile figure, and the clear eyes full of wisdom.

That is a real white deer.

The king really caught the white deer and brought it back to King's Landing.

Wow! !

"Yo yo."

The white deer moved slowly forward, and its noble temperament earned countless admiring glances.

Aemon rode on the back of the deer, holding the saddle rope with both hands.

He was born fair and handsome, with short silver-gold hair draped over his shoulders, shining purple eyes, and dressed in a black dress.

And behind him.

Sir Steve rode a white horse and carried a three-headed red dragon flag.

Gunthor rode a black horse and held high a flag with "a pile of pebbles between two lines of runes on an orange background".

Let the people see it at a glance.

It can be identified that he represents the dual identities of the Targaryen and Royce families.

Further behind, dozens of Vale knights wearing iron helmets majestically guarded both sides.

The people were all surprised, and even fell silent for a while.

High profile! Quite high profile!

Aemon looked around, nodded secretly, and straightened his back even more.

This is the effect he wanted.

He rode a white deer, so he couldn't be low-key.

Why not carry out the high profile to the end and give a hard look to his uncle Viserys who was hunting a wild deer.

The nephew subdued the white deer and showed his kingly demeanor for the first time.

He was better than his younger brother Daemon who led the gold cloaks to rectify the order of King's Landing, and he could also win people's hearts.

How should His Majesty, who is worried about the issue of succession, deal with it?

Aemon's eyes flashed, and he whispered softly: "Isn't this trying to drive me away?"

In the carriage of the Lacquer White Wheel Palace.

Viserys felt depressed, and quietly opened the curtains to see his nephew's high-spirited appearance.

So heroic.

Even more gorgeous than his brother Daemon, he knows how to attract attention.

This scene seemed to be...

"Exactly the same as the son in my dream."

Viserys' eyes dimmed, his expression complicated, and he quickly retracted his gaze.

Damn Daemon, he is really lucky.

...

Red Castle.

Conference Hall.

At noon, a royal meeting was quietly held.

Bang!

The door was tightly closed, and ministers arrived one after another.

"Everyone, what should be rewarded to this little guy Aemon?"

Viserys sat in the main seat, looking around at the ministers with a smile on his face.

The conference table was rectangular.

At the first seat on the left, Prime Minister Otto sat upright.

At the first seat on the right, Minister of Justice Leonor hurriedly took his seat and dropped the stone ball symbolizing his status in front of the king into the punch-in slot.

There were two more chairs on the right, where Grand Maester Meros and Finance Minister Linman sat.

On the narrow side of the conference table, opposite the king.

The position of the former Minister of the Sea, Sea Snake Corliss, is now replaced by the least experienced Tyran.

Hearing the king's request, the ministers had different expressions.

Lin Man was the oldest, with wrinkles on his forehead, and hesitantly said: "Your Majesty, he is your nephew, he should..."

He was halfway through his words.

"Your Majesty, I have an opinion."

Otto understood the king's thoughts best and interrupted directly.

Lin Man was stunned for a moment and closed his mouth in depression.

Viserys glanced at him, ignored him, and asked with a smile: "Tell me, Aemon saved Rhaenyra and Duke Jason."

He made great contributions and should not be stingy.

Otto's eyes were deep, and he said: "Prince Aemon is young, but he is not lacking in perseverance and courage. The reward may be considered from the fiefdom."

"Prince Aemon has no fiefdom."

Tyran had a strange expression and took over the conversation.

Otto paused, glanced at the young man expressionlessly, and said lightly: "There will be."

Tyran smiled awkwardly.

Viserys' thoughts turned, and he waved his hand: "Go on."

Otto straightened his clothes and said solemnly: "Prince Aemon will return to the Vale eventually, and he will need wealth such as gold, silver, and gems to help him."

In a few words, the little prince who was in the limelight was driven out of King's Landing.

"Gold, silver, and gems."

Viserys muttered and shook his head.

"It can also be..."

"Your Majesty, Prince Aemon has just returned to King's Landing."

Lyonor suddenly spoke, interrupting the Prime Minister's speech in the same way.

Otto frowned, revealing a subtle expression of thoughtfulness.

Viserys suddenly realized that this was the truth and expressed his attitude: "Aemon has just returned to the embrace of the family. I like him very much."

"Exactly."

Leonor raised his chest and raised his head, and said seriously: "We can ask him for his opinion and what he wants. Children are not greedy."

Viserys nodded.

And Otto said solemnly: "You cannot generalize based on age. He is Damon's son, and he has shown the same wanton character as his father."

Riding a white deer, he swaggered through the city, covering the king's family in the limelight.

Rumors are probably flying all over Silk Street and Flea Bottom now.

Hearing this, Viserys frowned at first, then frowned deeper.

He wanted to keep his nephew Aemon, his brother's only bloodline.

But Aemon is too special.

Neither Rhaenyra nor young Aegon could dim his light.

"He's still young and can be taught."

Leonor did not agree to let Eamonn go.

The most stable thing is having it in your hands.

Otto insisted on his opinion and objected: "Who can guarantee that he will not be the second Damon, threatening the princess's inheritance."

So far, Aemon, as the great-eldest grandson of King Renrui, is still a strong successor.

Only under Daemon and Young Aegon.

The others remained silent.

The meeting turned into a heated argument between the Prime Minister and the Minister of Justice. The two people who had no conflict in the past were now facing each other.

"Enough!"

Viserys slapped the table and said anxiously: "This matter ends here, I will personally ask for opinions."

Seeing that the king was angry, the two people stopped arguing.

Soon, the meeting ended.

…

The queen's chamber.

Boom!

There was a knock on the door, and Allison stood up and opened the door.

Like a little cannonball, Eamonn rushed up to hug the soft water snake's waist and shouted: "Alison, you have to help me."

He was leaving King's Landing and returning to the Vale.

You have to get enough benefits, and you can't leave in despair.

Keep your legs for a thousand days, use your legs for a while.

This is the critical moment for holding the thigh.

A new chapter~