Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord

"I think Ser Lanino would be a good husband."

Alison didn't notice her husband's temptation and strongly recommended him: "He is from a famous family, a dragon rider, and his character is impeccable."

The royal meeting did not reach a conclusion, and she said that some opinions were not taboo.

Viserys listened quietly and asked meaningfully: "Is this your idea or Otto's?"

"It has nothing to do with my father."

Alison shook her head and denied it.

Viserys nodded and smiled again: "Lannino is good, but he must be suitable."

The questioning of his wife just now was to clarify the Prime Minister Otto's thoughts.

Although Otto expressed his approval at the royal meeting, the other ministers vetoed more.

The reason is simple. Daemon is a troublemaker, and no one wants him to take this opportunity to return to the center of power.

And Otto is his most important helper, and his wife Alison's attitude represents his father to a certain extent.

In his impression, Otto and Daemon have always been hostile to each other.

"You're right."

Alison scratched her nails with both hands, suppressed her nervousness and said: "Rhaenyra likes handsome and brave knights, and won't consider a child."

Her attitude remained firm.

Viserys looked stunned. It was the first time he saw his wife's serious side.

Then, he smiled and waved his hand: "Don't mention this. The children will be back soon, and there will be a welcoming dinner later."

Alison said "hmm" lightly and lowered her head.

"Just chatting."

Viserys held his wife's hand, smiled and stood up and walked out.

When he passed his favorite stone round table, his eyes narrowed slightly.

...

It was night.

The Red Castle was brightly lit with candles, and a dinner was held in the hall on the second floor.

Aemon changed into a clean set of clothes and arrived early with Gunthor following him.

Rhaenyra was a little slower, and her dragon riding clothes were changed into a beige long skirt. Her face became brighter and brighter under the candlelight.

Aemon saw it and admired it in his heart.

Westerners grow fast, and they are very mature at a young age.

"Will I grow tall in the future?" Aemon propped his chin with one hand, full of hope.

Soon, the king and queen arrived hand in hand.

Creak!

Harold, the commander of the Kingsguard, pushed open the door and arranged two guards to guard the door.

"Your Majesty!"

Aemon stood up consciously and saluted.

It's naughty, but you have to follow the rules on the surface.

"Haha, no need to be polite."

Viserys smiled and walked into the hall with big strides. He stared at his nephew from a distance: "Aemon, let your uncle take a good look."

Leaving behind the hesitant Alisson, he walked straight to the dining table to get closer.

Aemon was a little confused. He had never experienced such enthusiasm.

He was asked questions for a long time before being let go by the very satisfied Viserys.

Aemon breathed a sigh of relief and sat back in his seat.

Just when he thought it was going to be quiet, a deep middle-aged man in dark green clothes and meticulously combed hair walked into the door.

The middle-aged man smiled, his chin slightly raised in a modest appearance, and his clothes had the family emblem of "Burning Tower".

"Otto, you are here."

Viserys turned around and greeted.

"I am honored to receive the invitation."

Otto nodded, with just the right etiquette.

As the king's father-in-law, he is qualified to attend the royal family dinner.

Until then, Viserys looked at the seat and pretended to be puzzled: "Aemon, your mother will not come to participate?"

"No. She is a little unwell after traveling."

Aemon had an excuse to excuse his mother who did not want to meet the king.

Viserys did not care and smiled: "Well, your mother is not a quiet person, she is more like a female warrior."

It was a compliment on the surface, but the smile did not reach the bottom of his eyes.

As early as when he ascended the throne, Lady Rhea came to apply for the dissolution of the marriage with her younger brother Daemon, but was rejected many times.

Therefore, Lady Rhea had no good impression of the entire royal family.

Viserys, who favored his younger brother, was also troubled by this stubborn sister-in-law.

After chatting for a while, Alisson ordered the servants to serve the dishes.

Because it was a family dinner, there were only a few people present.

Viserys was very happy, and he frequently raised his glass to drink with Otto, and pulled his eldest nephew Aemon to talk about some family matters.

Instead, Aemon was at a loss, and a silly smile appeared on his little face.

My mother said that there was no place for me in King's Landing.

That uncle Viserys was so enthusiastic about me, he must have something to ask for.

Considering that he was young and weak, it might also be profitable.

"What can a king do to me?" Aemon's eyes rolled around, and finally fell on Rhaenyra who was eating beside him.

Since uncle Viserys entered the door, Rhaenyra looked absent-minded.

Even when her father took the initiative to talk to her, she smiled reluctantly.

It seems that the relationship between father and daughter is worrying!

"At this time, is it for Rhaenyra's marriage?"

Aemon had a guess in his mind and shuddered.

He and Rhaenyra are not from the same parents, but they are from the same grandfather.

This is absolutely impossible!

"Aemon, what are you thinking about?"

Viserys took a sip of wine and found that his nephew's face was pale.

Aemon waved his hands repeatedly: "Nothing, nothing."

My father caught crabs in the Stepstones, but I am afraid of river crabs!

Viserys looked strange, but he did not delve too deeply into it, just thinking of it as a child's wild imagination.

After enjoying the wine, his eyes moved around the hall.

Gunthor was standing in a corner of the hall as a guard, and it was hard not to attract attention.

Seeing this, Viserys recalled what Sir Harold had said about today's small conflict, and suddenly had an idea.

At this time, Aemon was trembling and buried his head in eating.

Then he heard his dear uncle say: "Aemon, you are eight years old. Have you learned swordsmanship or something like that?"

"Ah?"

Aemon was stunned when he heard this, and looked up and replied: "No, I haven't learned it yet."

According to the tradition of the Westeros continent, children of nobles will be exposed to swordsmanship around the age of six to eight, and will be taught knight knowledge by special instructors.

When they grow up, they are more likely to become brave knights.

He is an exception. His mother, Lady Rhea, is not at all concerned about raising children. She only arranged for the old bachelor in the castle to teach cultural courses.

Now that he has been recognized by his mother, he has really considered waiting until he returns to Runestone City to find a capable instructor.

After all, he is a child with a panel.

"I guessed it, the strong man behind you doesn't look like he would be patient in teaching others."

Viserys smiled and said, "I will hire a good instructor for you, and I guarantee that you will become a strong warrior who is not inferior to your father and grandfather."

"Really?" Aemon looked puzzled.

"The king will not lie."

Otto, who had been present as a bystander, smiled and praised the king lightly.

Aemon turned his head and caught a deep look.

Forget it, Prime Minister Otto also has some thoughts, but I don't know if it is directed at him.

Dad Daemon has a grudge against the other party!

"Sir Harold, what do you think about choosing an instructor from the Kingsguard?"

Not noticing his nephew's uneasiness, Viserys did what he said and went straight to the commander of the guard next to him.

Harold was obviously stunned, the king didn't say hello in advance.

Fortunately, he had a strong psychological quality and said respectfully: "There are seven Iron Guard brothers. In addition to the fixed number of people to protect His Majesty, it is not a problem to allocate one to teach the prince."

Green positive energy!