Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord

Being scolded by a child in an adult tone, Cole was stunned on the spot.

He opened his mouth nonchalantly, trying to defend his behavior.

Bang!

A big hand of cattail leaf fan was held in front of his chest, and a tall figure enveloped his head.

Gunsor appeared at some unknown time, and said with a gloomy face: "White robe, you are blocking the way of our prince!"

As he spoke, he stepped forward arrogantly and forced the pretty boy back.

Cole was shocked, and the stubble like steel needles almost hit his face.

The forecourt of the castle was crowded with people, and this scene naturally fell in the eyes of foreign ministers and guests.

It’s fun to watch!

People nearby ran over after smelling the smell, watching and discussing with interest.

Aemon looked up and said in surprise: "Gonthor, are you here?"

"Um!"

Gunthor responded calmly, his eyes fixed on the white knight who looked unconvinced.

It turned out that the three escorts were left in the outer court, while the other two were cleaning up the room and waiting.

The big guy wandered around alone, eating and drinking at the Red Fort.

I just happened to see the scene where Xiao Longzai repeatedly attacked him.

"Ha tui~"

In front of the white knight, Gunsor's thick lips turned and he spit out a mouthful of saliva arrogantly.

If you feel bad working for someone else, it's a good time to pick someone to vent your anger on.

Facing the naked humiliation, Cole's face turned pale and he immediately grabbed the sword at his waist.

"Can you try?" Gunthor grinned.

He will die if he doesn't accept it.

Cole looked around, trembling with anger.

If he hadn't taken care of the onlookers around him, he would have killed this rude man on the spot.

Aemon was sandwiched between the two of them, looking at Gunthor with surprise in his eyes.

Look at that cynical face. Even though it is filled with the resentment of a "worker" about life, he still chooses to defend his duty.

Look at Gunthor and Cole standing opposite each other. He is more than a head taller than the tall and heroic Cole. His burly figure is like a fortress.

"Is this the sense of security that the Bronze Giant feels like?" Eamonn almost clapped his hands.

"Cole, what are you doing!?"

The conflict was about to escalate, and angry shouts suddenly sounded.

Aemon turned around and looked at the person quickly.

A tall middle-aged man in his late fifties, also wearing silver armor and a white robe that symbolized honor, strode in with great aura from outside the gate of the Red Fort.

Commander of the Kingsguard, Ser Harold Westerling.

When he saw his immediate superior, Cole looked subtle and lowered his head in greeting: "Commander."

"I asked what's going on, Cole?"

Harold's face was majestic and completely merciless.

Cole lowered his head and took a step back consciously.

By now, he already knew that he had hit a brick wall.

Aemon watched as if nothing happened, wanting to see what the Commander of the Iron Guard wanted to do.

"Prince, I didn't waste your precious time because of him, did I?"

Harold turned his head and asked kindly.

Cole is a new member of the Iron Guard. Even Queen Emma passed away when he put on the white robe. It is normal for him to cause conflicts because he has never seen Prince Aemon.

But it needs to be corrected promptly.

"It's all little things."

Aemon nodded gently and said hello: "Long time no see, Sir."

Harold took off his helmet and breathed a sigh of relief.

Just don't care about it.

At this moment, another beautiful figure walked into the Red Fort gate, staring curiously.

Aemon noticed her and was slightly startled.

The other party was a young silver-haired girl, wearing a black dragon-riding suit. She moved her long legs and took off her gloves while walking.

The appearance is very beautiful, the face is delicate and beautiful, and the skin is delicate and can be broken.

A perfect inheritor of the inhuman beauty of the Targaryen family, with almost no flaws.

Rhaenyra tilted her head and looked at the little guy looking at her.

They have the same silver hair and purple eyes, and their blood attracts each other.

After waiting for a while, Aemon was the first to recognize the other party and called: "Rhaenaela."

Hearing this, Rhaenyra's beautiful eyes lit up, and she said with surprise and joy: "Aemon, it's really you!"

A pair of long legs walked faster, and the original depressed mood was swept away.

I haven’t seen this little guy for a long time.

Seeing that the other party recognized him, Aemon greeted him with a smile: "Yes, you traveled on a dragon this morning, so majestic."

Rhaenyla's face changed slightly, and she hesitated: "I don't know how, have I touched your ship?"

"Hmm~"

Eamonn rolled his eyes, you know better!

"Sorry, I was in a bad mood at the time. I didn't expect you to be here."

Rhaenyra quickly apologized and reached out to rub the other person's head.

It's fluffy and feels like the needle doesn't prick it.

"I forgive you, and make it up to me later." Eamonn was very generous and said he did not hold grudges.

The two chatted enthusiastically, and the spectators gradually dispersed.

Without changing his expression, Harold quietly glanced at Cole, who then left silently.

When the princess comes, things almost change.

Eamonn noticed keenly and was too lazy to pursue anything.

It's not a big deal. Cole is still the one who suffers. No matter how much trouble he makes, he can't beheaded.

"Rhaenayla, have you just come back from the dragon's lair?"

Aemon still had important things to do. He held Rhaenyra's soft little hand and said with admiration on his face: "I just came back. Can you take me to the dragon's lair?"

A skull of "Black Death" Balerion can still harvest a hundred points of essence. Even if a living dragon is not as good as it, its body can still absorb a lot of magic, right?

This shouldn't make a fortune.

Rhaenyra naturally held the little paw and pulled the other party towards Maegor's Tower: "No problem, but it's late today."

"Then let's go another day, take me with you."

Aemon was never picky, he had patience and means.

...

In the king's bedroom, the candlelight flickered.

Viserys was tired after a day, lying comfortably on the chair, and opened his mouth to chat: "Do you think what I said is feasible?"

He is the fifth king of the Iron Throne, Viserys I of the Targaryen family.

The long silver-gold hair was scattered on his shoulders, and there was a fine stubble on his chin. His face was ordinary but very kind.

At first glance, he looked more like a rich man.

"Aemon's matter?"

Alison sat beside him in a daze, and asked back when she heard the voice.

"Yes, he is a good candidate."

Viserys was beaming, holding up his bandaged ring finger, and seemed to be in a good mood: "The opinions of the royal council were different, but it's a good start."

Recently, I couldn't sleep because of my daughter's marriage, and finally there was some progress.

Rhaenyra is 12 years old this year, and she will be an adult in two years. The nobles of the whole country have sent letters in advance to propose marriage.

The stack of letters is higher than the table.

Alison frowned slightly and asked cautiously: "Does my father agree?"

"Of course." Viserys answered immediately, smiling even more.

First of all, Otto Hightower's support was unexpected.

Alison lowered her head silently, hiding the doubts in her eyes, and suggested: "Aemon is young, maybe there is a better candidate."

Stepmother and stepdaughter have always had a bad relationship.

Aemon is an innocent child, and she doesn't want to involve the little guy entrusted to her care by His Majesty the Centenary King.

Viserys stood up, pretending to be calm while looking puzzled, and smiled: "The Council of the Kings did discuss Ser Lanino of the Velaryon family before, and he is also a candidate."

That being said, his frown showed that the person in the words was not the one he wanted.

Aemon has the support of Runestone City behind him, and he also represents his younger brother Daemon.

Choosing him can not only strengthen the royal power, but also repair the relationship between brothers.

In contrast, Lanino is the son of the sea snake Corliss.

The Velaryon family of Tidehead Island is undoubtedly a mountain weighing on his heart.

Just received the "New Books in the Warehouse" notification, and the current process is so complicated!

Zhou Zhou just wants to write books quietly, and not hear anything outside the window.

I want a peaceful life.

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This book is "Light to the Wind", and the plot will be simpler and more pleasant, without those complicated things.

If you don't like it, go to the fantasy column, don't make trouble.

Some book friends really have no sense of boundaries.