Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord

"Do you want to reply to the princess?"

The old bachelor took out a pen and paper and asked as usual.

"certainly."

Eamonn spoke simply, and added: "You ghostwriter, praise her for me."

He didn't dare to write.

Holding the pen here, it is inevitable to copy history books.

The old bachelor was amused, shook his head and started writing.

Aemon smiled, lying on the desk, and said abruptly: "Bachelor, how do you think I can win the recognition of the Roys?"

"This is a profound question."

The old bachelor paused and said thoughtfully: "Your great-grandfather, His Majesty King Rui, did a very good job. He chose to integrate."

Aemon frowned, pondering the meaning carefully.

The Targaryen dynasty was founded by Aegon the Conqueror and passed to "weak Aenys I". After his death, he was usurped by "Maegor the Cruel".

These three monarchs had very different personalities, and their strategies and effects during their reign were also very different.

The conqueror is the founding king, and no one dares to oppose him on the surface.

But in the Dorne War, he lost his favorite sister and queen.

Until death, the seven kingdoms could not be unified.

Aenys I has nothing to say. He is a flower in the cradle raised by the hero's father. After succeeding to the throne, he will face various hidden dangers left by the conqueror.

His body couldn't bear the stress and he died of illness.

Maegor I was too cruel and usurped the throne of his nephew "Aegon the Uncrowned", committing the unforgivable crime of parricide.

But one thing is undeniable.

His cruelty and iron-blooded methods laid the foundation of the Targaryen dynasty for a century and cleared most of the obstacles for the next king.

The fourth king was his great-grandfather Jaehaerys I.

Jaehaerys inherited the throne at a young age. He was supported and ostracized by his biological mother, the Queen Mother, and his stepfather, Duke Baratheon, when he was young. He gradually regained power as an adult.

He is a born king.

During his reign, he signed a "peace agreement" with the Church of the Seven Gods, toured the country to win over the aristocracy, and paved the "King's Highway" to open up the shackles of all borders.

He was also very decisive in foreign wars, repelling Dornish invasions several times.

If he had not lost two outstanding heirs in his later years, his life would have been perfect.

Aemon's little eyebrows furrowed deeper and deeper. He reached out and took out a seven-star emblem from the drawer, with a serious look on his face: "Targaryen believes in the Seven Gods and has integrated into the tradition of Westeros."

Only then was he accepted.

The old bachelor nodded and said, "I heard that the king is a loyal believer of the Seven Gods. Even the queen and princess often go to King's Landing Church."

Aemon looked up and saw the old maester winking at him.

"That's true."

Alison is indeed a staunch believer of the Seven Gods, but the other two are not necessarily so.

On a side note, integration is a solution.

but.

"I refuse." Aemon said seriously.

The old bachelor was not surprised. From the perspective of an onlooker, he said: "Integration means changing oneself. This is a painful process."

King Renrui still needs decades of hard work to make a decision.

Let alone an eight-year-old child.

"I'm not afraid of hardship, but I don't want to compromise."

Aemon shook his head, having his own opinion, and blurted out in High Valyrian: "I am who I am, and this method doesn't work!"

"Well, it seems you have other ideas."

The old bachelor was very easy-going and did not persuade much.

On the contrary, I am pleased that the other person has opinions at a young age and is good at thinking.

Aemon forced a smile, unable to express his sorrow.

My great-grandfather was lonely in his later years, and his final days were full of regrets.

The so-called integration means cutting off his "blood and bones".

One old man and one young man discussed, while the others were confused.

I don’t understand, I don’t understand at all.

The old bachelor was low on energy and concentrated on writing, thinking about how to reply without being rude.

Aemon drooped his head and plucked at the drawer with his little hands.

He had to find a way to have both ends.

At least eliminate the misunderstanding and treat the symptoms rather than the root cause.

A quarter of an hour passed.

The old bachelor wrote the reply and slowly sealed it with clay.

Bang!

Aemon slapped the table, his face flushed with excitement, and asked: "Bachelor, can you do it with this!?"

The palm moved away, revealing the crest of the Royce family.

The old bachelor's eyes were surprised. Thinking of the difficulty of changing the flag, he shook his head and said: "It can be done, but you can't pass the king's test. This is to bury your ancient Valyrian blood."

The Targaryen population is sparse.

His Royal Highness is based in the valley, which is a branch of the royal family.

How can you change the flag without authorization?

Hearing this, Aemon took out a three-headed red dragon emblem and asked: "With this, can it be done?"

The old bachelor still shook his head and said silently: "It can be done, but even if your mother is Lady Leia, if you want to change the flag of the Royce family, you will have to be gentle for several generations."

The marriage between Daemon and Lady Leia was arranged while Queen Alysanne was still alive.

The original intention is to tie up the rebellious grandson and plan a fertile soil for him to spread his branches and leaves.

However, this marriage was not amicable, leaving a gap in the previous generation.

It is not easy for Prince Aemon to bridge the gap.

Aemon looked serious, stacked the two coats of arms together, and said rigorously: "Can this and this be combined together?"

This time it's not a question, it's a confirmation.

He wants to give up the emblems of the Targaryen and Royce families and merge them into a personal emblem!

It’s simple but profound.

The old bachelor was in awe and said in amazement: "It can be done! But you have to make some achievements, otherwise you will not be able to convince the public."

The purpose of integrating Zhang is to combine the strengths of both families.

If cohesion cannot be created based on this, it will become a laughing stock.

Aemon knew this, but there was no better or safer shortcut.

He called William, who was sitting upright, and handed him the two coats of arms and warned: "Take them to the prince's camp. The craftsmen know how to make flags."

The prince's camp is a temporary area where slaves and his fifty valley knights are placed.

Affiliated to him, outside the management of Rune Stone City.

"Yes, Prince!"

William was full of energy and set off immediately.

Aemon scratched his hair and said distressedly: "Maester, I have many ideas, but I lack a wise man to help."

He is not smart or hardworking.

But it doesn't matter.

Reading history makes people wise, and many of the founding kings were not wise men in strategizing.

If you can't be a thousand-mile horse, then you should be the Bole who discovered the thousand-mile horse.

If you know people well and use them well, you can achieve great things.

The old bachelor hesitated for a moment and said weakly: "I am already sixty years old."

Sixty years old is not the age for struggle.

"I did not mean that."

Aemon had a black line on his face and asked for help: "Do you know anyone in the city? Help me find two reliable people."

"Yes, yes. Are you sure you need it?"

The old bachelor said cautiously.

"Yes, we must!" Eamon was absolutely certain.

The Academy is the only learning institution in Westeros. It arranges for bachelors to be stationed in the castles of major noble lords, making the Academy's prestige deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

There is no doubt that the extinction of the dragons in future generations will inevitably be caused by the small actions of the academy that denies magic.

But there is a saying that is good.

Power is often in the hands of a small group of people.

You can't kill them all with one stick.

Seeing that His Highness the Prince did not seem to be joking, the old bachelor pondered for a moment and said: "I have a distant nephew who is practicing hard in the academy. He has already worn six chains, and his talent is still higher than mine."

"Can I call you?"

Aemon's eyes lit up, there are talents in the academy!

"You can try it."

The old bachelor chuckled and agreed: "However, the distance between the academic city and Rune Stone City is too far, and it will take a long time to send messages back and forth. You need a little patience."

"No problem, I'm just going to talk to my mother about it."

Aemon was in high spirits.

Ok friends, dragon training is in the near future.

It was quick, no lie.