Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord

Soon, the royal meeting was over.

Viserys did not leave, but sat on a chair and drank wine.

Whenever you feel stressed, strong liquor is the best anesthetic.

"The gods are unfair."

Viserys sighed deeply and drank the wine in the cup.

They are all sons of his father, and all Targaryens of the same generation.

His daughter seems smart, but in fact she has no responsibility.

The two sons and one daughter born with Alicent are even worse.

The eldest son Aegon is a little fool, and he is still peeing and playing in the mud at the age of six.

The second daughter and the second son stick together all day, tinkering with all kinds of reptiles.

In contrast.

Damn Daemon! !

The son Aemon.

Only twelve years old, he rides the second largest and perhaps the most ferocious "Bronze Fury" Wormythor.

With the power of his mother's family, he gathered an army of 20,000 in the valley.

Looking at the brief history of the Targaryen family in the book.

Grandfather Jaehaerys only succeeded to the throne at the age of 14, and the government was controlled by the Queen Regent and Duke Baratheon until he came of age.

How could he be as charming as his nephew Aemon now?

"If only he were my son."

Viserys glanced back, wanting to confide in someone.

There was only one person left in the conference hall.

The commander of the Kingsguard, Sir Harold Westerling.

Harold watched the king's self-pity throughout the whole process, and he didn't care like a wooden man.

When he saw the look in the king's eyes, his face became complicated.

He thought of what he saw in Gulltown.

Viserys was such a smart person that he immediately noticed something strange: "Do you have anything to share with me?"

"I have some knowledge, I don't know if I should say it."

Harold was rarely so tough.

His Royal Highness was indebted to him.

If he said the wrong thing, it might cause unnecessary misunderstandings.

Viserys said with a smile: "Tell me about it, my commander of the Iron Guard."

The tone was casual, but it made people dare not hide anything

Harold sighed and told the truth: "When I was in Seagull Town, I saw His Royal Highness and Lady Lanna, and they were too intimate."

"Are you sure?"

Viserys's smile froze.

"No, the two are related by Princess Rhaenys, maybe they are siblings or friends."

Harold shook his head.

"That's a friend. That kid also called Alisson a good friend."

Viserys looked serious.

It has to be yes or no.

His nephew would never allow to marry the daughter of the sea snake.

"Yes, I think so too."

Harold immediately made up his mind.

"Go down, I'll be alone."

Viserys shook his head and sighed, raising his hand to cover his forehead.

Suddenly, he had a severe headache.

Harold nodded and walked out the door.

Just halfway through the journey, the king's question came from behind:

"Sir Steve followed Aemon, did he participate in the war this time?"

Harold did not look back: "No, he was left in the prince's territory to garrison."

The Kingsguard exchanged information with each other and occasionally reported on their work.

There was a moment of silence.

The king's tired voice came: "Select two more knights with superb martial arts from the Iron Guard to join the battle with the reinforcements and protect the boy closely."

"Yes!"

Harold took the order and walked out quickly.

...

The third day of the army's departure.

Throat.

A three-masted ship sailed into Blackwater Bay, flying the two-point flag of River Valley Town.

On the ship were allies and vassals such as Houghton, Addison, and Walder.

The name of the ship is also very interesting, Prince Aemon.

The big ship that His Royal Highness took when he was young.

"The generous Lord Barkin" gave this ship to the current Prince Aemon.

Praise him!

The clouds and mist on the horizon are thin, and the waves in Blackwater Bay are calm.

Horton and others stood on the deck, listening to Addison's bragging boredly.

"Hiss!"

Suddenly, a sharp roar came from afar.

Everyone looked up.

A scarlet dragon flew through the clouds, flapped its broad and powerful wings, and flew straight towards the ship.

It was so fast that it was like a red lightning.

"Dragon!!"

Addison was the smartest and quickly fell to the ground.

The others were horrified and lay on the deck to avoid the sudden dragon.

Above.

Rhaenys, wearing tight leather armor, overlooked the big ship below that had entered the throat.

Seeing the sail embroidered with a two-cent flag, the fat little boy flashed in her mind.

"Get out of the way, Melias."

Rhaenys patted the dragon's back, her voice magnetic.

"Hiss!"

Melias roared in response, twisting his sturdy body in the middle, flapping his wings and taking off again.

It is worthy of being recognized as the "fastest dragon".

Rhaenys held the dragon saddle and was about to return the same way.

The next moment.

Melias's pupils suddenly shrank, and he let out a low roar from the depths of his throat, looking back vigilantly.

"Hiss--"

Outside the throat.

A hundred-meter-long bronze dragon soared over, its huge body like a thick black cloud.

Following closely behind it was a gorgeous silver-gray dragon.

The two dragons were one in front and one behind, and the silver-gray dragon, which was half the size, was about the same size as Melias.

"Go for it, Wormisol!"

Aemon narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Hiss--"

Wormisol did not hesitate, and flapped a pair of brown wings that covered the sky and the sun, charging with the force of thunder.

His body was huge and his speed was not slow.

Rhaenys was startled when she saw it.

"Hiss!"

Melias roared sharply, with red dragon flames accumulating in his mouth.

"No, Melias!"

Rhaenys looked decisive and stopped the dragon's stress reaction in time.

boom!

Wormisor rushed to a hundred meters away, the majestic dragon head suddenly raised, swinging its thick and long dragon tail to climb into the sky.

"Fly, Wormisor!"

Aemon glanced back and drove the dragon towards Chaotou Island.

Just saying hello to my aunt.

Although the way of greeting is not very formal.

The Velaryon family greeted them in the same way when they first came to Tidal Head Island.

Well, he was definitely not angry because the vassal had embarrassed him.

"Hiss!"

Melias raised his eyes with anger and roared at the backs of the two giant dragons.

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"Okay, old girl."

Rhaenys calmed the dragon, looked at her nephew's retreating figure, and shook her head helplessly: "None of the Targaryen men are open-minded."

Her father was just petty and always found various reasons to teach Uncle Beiron a lesson.

"Oh, there's something good to watch again."

Unspeakable emotion, I am accustomed to this.

…

other side.

Aemon landed on Chaotou Island with his dragon, but did not enter Climax City immediately.

Staying on the barren grassland where the dragon rests, holding on to time.

"Hiss!"

After a while, a huge scarlet dragon flew from the sky.

Melias saw Vermisor and Silver Wing at a glance, hovering in the sky and refusing to come down.

"Land, Melias."

Rhaenys repeated this several times, forcing the dragon to reluctantly land.

With a dark face, she slowly climbed down the dragon's back.

"Aunt, long time no see."

Aemon smiled brightly and stepped forward to greet him.

Before Rhaenys could take a breath, she was embraced by her nephew in a bear hug.

She almost laughed out of anger.

"Weren't you so aggressive just now? I thought you were going to kill your bride in vain."

Rhaenys tilted her head back and stared at her good nephew.

Aemon refused to admit it and said with a smile: "You have misunderstood. How can I attack you? You are thinking that Melias is Corakius."

"Haha, can Colakxiu be a parricide?"

Rhaenys had a black streak.

"You just need to believe that I am kind."

Eamonn released the hug and changed it to arm-by-arm.

As if it were his own home, he took the other person towards Climax City.

Rhaenys couldn't help but laugh.

It turns out that when people are speechless, they really smile unconsciously.

We haven’t seen him for a long time, how could his nephew be so shameless?

From his grandfather and uncle Baerron, down to Viserys and Daemon.

I have never seen such a thick-skinned Targaryen.

Aemon showed no shame and greeted the attendants all the way.

What's wrong with being shameless?

Those who have achieved great things throughout the ages, who started at the end of time and have to face the consequences?

Today's Targaryen family has only one "uncrowned queen" Rhaenys who is truly "great".

The uncle is too weak, and his thoughts are so deep that no one can see through him.

Dad Damon is unique, a combination of "great" and "crazy".

The ally he needs to keep peace within his family is the strong and brave Aunt Rhaenys.

"What brings you here?"

Rhaenys couldn't free her arm, so she had to adjust her position to hold it.

Speaking of which, she was somewhere between satisfied and dissatisfied with this nephew.

When I was little, I was very popular and knew how to stand up for my family.

But he really doesn't keep his word.

I said I would come to Chaotou Island as a guest, but I haven’t been here a second time since I left.

He didn't even care about her as an aunt.

"I came to Lord Corliss to form an alliance, and together we can fight against the pirates of the Three Women Kingdom."

Aemon went straight to the point and said nicely: "I was influenced by Riverdale, and Lanner invited me."

Rhaenys was not surprised by this.

That's all it took to get this nephew who couldn't afford to go early to come to Chaotou Island.

Three women's country?

Haha, a second-rate force that can be defeated easily.

I don’t know why these men have to work so hard and stick to bullshit rules.

The dragon breathed fire into a certain city-state in Lys or Myr, and the conspirators inside became honest.

Aemon didn't know what she was thinking.

Otherwise, I must shout "Auntie is mighty".

If the river valley wasn't too far away, he would have wanted to build a free trade city.

Daenerys, the "Mother of Dragons" in later generations, conquered Slaver's Bay with three newly hatched dragons.

The current Targaryen family is living too comfortably, forgetting the bloody struggle of the Freehold Empire and the raging prairie fire during the Conqueror period.

He imprisoned himself in the continent of Westeros, fighting for life and death for an iron chair.

Too unorganized!

Just as he was thinking about it, the person next to him suddenly said: "Besides inviting you, Lanner didn't do anything else with you?"

"Ahem."

Aemon Tactical Cough.

Let's just say, the genes of the Velaryon family shouldn't be that good.

The sea snake is smart, while his brother and son are average-minded.

It seems that Lanner's bad intentions were inherited from her mother.

"I know even if you don't tell me, you touched her."

Rhaenys is quite tough and doesn't hide it at all.

Aemon broke into a cold sweat.

"Don't worry, I have no objection."

Rhaenys glanced at her nephew and said, "Targaryens have a custom since ancient times, but with you and Laena, the blood relationship is four generations apart, and even the Church of the Seven will not object."

To be honest, she was a little prejudiced against the ancient traditions of her family.

Because someone suggested that Viserys marry her.

She was so scared that she rode Melias at night and picked Corliss, who was both talented and capable, from all over the continent.

Now that her daughter has the blood of a true dragon, marrying her nephew from the same branch can be considered as giving back to the family.

Aemon stood like a minion: "You are righteous."

I really should introduce Aunt Rhaenys to my mother, they are at the same level.

"Stop talking nonsense."

Rhaenys became serious and said, "Since you are here, you have to leave an explanation."

"What explanation?"

Aemon realized that it was not that simple.

Rhaenys said lightly: "You will know soon."

During the conversation, they arrived at the gate of Climax City.

The aunt and nephew walked side by side and strode into the Nine Flights Hall.