Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord

It was noon, and the sun was shining brightly.

Aemon walked out of the attic and went to find his mother to report his work.

In the spacious hall, a man was indignant at this moment.

Jello Royce, a middle-aged man with a white beard, wearing bronze armor with leather as the base.

Just looking at his appearance, he was a stubborn old antique.

"Lady Leia, do you really want that child to inherit Runestone City?"

Jello's face was full of disbelief, as if the sky had fallen.

Lady Leia sat on a chair, carefully wiping a long sword with an ancient shape, and casually said: "Cousin, he is my son."

"And the son of that man!"

Jello was excited and indignant: "Your husband returned from the Stone Steps Islands and flew to Dragonstone Island to live in a corner. He didn't take you and the Royce family seriously at all."

Lady Leia's face turned cold: "I don't need an incompetent husband, but Aemon is always my son and heir!"

She would be happy to hear the news that the man died suddenly one day.

Whether it was getting into trouble and being attacked and killed, or being exhausted to death on a prostitute's belly.

But she would never allow the slander against her son to spread.

Jello was startled and said unwillingly: "You have a better choice."

"Who?"

Madam Leia sneered and asked: "Is it your cousin, or my unmarried cousin."

"This..."

Jello was suddenly silent, hesitating and unable to say anything.

When Uncle Jobert selected the heir, there were several candidates among the direct cousins.

He was the oldest and a male.

But Uncle Jobert passed over others including him and chose his cousin Madam Leia, who was very smart since childhood.

Facts have proved that Madam Leia is indeed not inferior to men.

Seeing that he was slow to answer, Madam Leia lost interest in the conversation and said disappointedly: "Go back, cousin."

"But."

Jello was eager to say something.

Lady Rhea waved her hand and said directly: "Tell others to put an end to the thoughts that should not be had. I will not give in."

The sharp words broke all the small calculations.

Jero's heart sank instantly when he heard the words.

There are many people behind him who support and oppose the Targaryen children to inherit the Runestone City.

But his cousin is determined, which makes him in a dilemma.

Just then.

"Mom!"

Aemon walked in from the door with a smile on his face.

The two people in the hall heard the voice and looked over.

Jero was happy and rekindled hope.

Lady Rhea glanced at her cousin and frowned secretly.

The first peg to stick out will rot first.

What conditions did the group offer to make him willing to be the first bird to stick out?

"Are you chatting?"

Aemon asked knowingly, and paid more attention to this cousin.

Jero barely maintained his demeanor and nodded perfunctorily, which was considered a courtesy.

Aemon's mouth curled up slightly, thinking that there are really stupid people who are blind.

With this attitude, he still has to see how people treat him.

"If you are not in the attic for class, what are you doing here?"

Lady Rhea stopped and glanced at the two big men behind her son.

Sir Steve nodded and saluted, but Gunthor still did his own thing.

Aemon was about to answer.

Lady Rhea didn't want to listen, and looked at the annoying man again, saying unhappily: "Cousin, you should go back."

The problems she can solve don't need her son to know.

Jello obviously didn't give up, and hurriedly said: "If you really want a Targaryen to inherit Runestone City, what about the surname Royce?"

"I am the Earl of Runestone City, it's not your turn to worry about it."

Lady Rhea was not polite.

Jello retorted: "I am also a part of Runestone City, and I have the right to worry about my family."

While speaking, he suddenly pointed to Aemon on the side.

"You are the mother of this child. Who knows if you will be impulsive in the matter of the heir and destroy the family foundation."

Lady Rhea's face suddenly turned cold, as if frost was about to condense.

Gero was blinded by the interests and spoke without restraint.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that Queen Alysanne facilitated the marriage between her grandson Daemon and Lady Rhea in order to win over the Royce family.

But Uncle Jobert was like a ghost, and he later handed over Runestone City to Lady Rhea.

Lady Rhea became a countess, and the heir she gave birth to was the next heir to Runestone City.

In this way, the Targaryen family could easily steal the inheritance of Runestone City.

It was equivalent to eating up the whole family!

"I object..."

Gero became more and more excited.

Aemon couldn't listen any more and interrupted: "Sir Gerold, can I ask what position you are in saying these words?"

He couldn't pretend to be deaf and dumb and let others question his mother.

He had to fight for his rights.

Jello was stunned for a moment, and said bluntly: "Just because my last name is Royce."

Emon looked him in the eye and asked: "Before I came in, I heard you mention my father. May I ask if my father has ever offended you or done anything bad to harm the Royce family?"

Jello opened his mouth to speak, but stopped.

Thinking carefully, with Damon's arrogant personality, he never looked at him straight in the eye, and rarely stayed in Runestone City.

The biggest bad thing he did was probably insulting his cousin, Lady Rhea, as a "bronze bitch".

Emon continued: "May I ask again, as my mother's son, do I have half the blood of the Royce family flowing in my body?"

Jello could not deny: "Of course."

"Oh, that means my father has never offended you, nor has he done anything to harm the Royce family. I am also a member of the Royce family."

Aemon spoke quickly, his eyes cold.

Swish!

He pulled out the bronze dagger from his waist and pressed it against the other party's waist: "My inheritance right comes from my mother, and the king has recognized it. What right do you have to slander me!"

Jero was shocked and took a step back, saying what was in his heart:

"You are a Targaryen. If you inherit Runestone City, it would be a cuckoo occupying the magpie's nest."

Bang!

The door of the hall opened, and a figure hurried in.

William was sweating, and asked for credit: "Prince, the craftsmen are rushing to make it, please take a look."

Aemon didn't even raise his head, staring at Jero's sweaty face, and secretly said: "It's good to be here, open it!"

"Yes."

William noticed the subtle situation, and his hand shook to unfold the rolled-up flag.

With a whoosh.

A shield-shaped inverted triangle flag appeared.

The flag is divided into two from the middle, with the left and right sides clearly separated.

The left side is a dark orange background, with two white stripes in the middle, and black runes arranged on the stripes.

Between the two rune bands, black pebbles are neatly arranged.

Slightly modified according to the flag of the Royce family, it is both regular and majestic.

The right side is relatively simple.

On the pure black background, there is a lifelike three-headed red dragon in the middle.

The rune pebbles and the three-headed red dragon are opposite to each other on the left and right.

The orange background and the three-headed red dragon complement each other, and the black and white runes echo the black background.

It is neither ostentatious nor repulsive tones.

This flag shows full majesty.

The moment they saw the flag, both Lady Leia and Jello's pupils suddenly shrank.

The two-part flag represents the union of the two families.

"Give it to me!"

Even Gunsor, who has always been thick-skinned, saw the deep meaning and took the two-part flag and placed it in front of Lady Leia.

Lady Leia took a deep breath and looked at Jello, who was pale: "Cousin, what else do you have to say?"

Jello was stunned.

"You have nothing to say, but I do."

Emon caught the mistake: "Do you know what crime you committed in the nonsense you said before?"

Jello woke up instantly, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead: "Prince, I..."

"You still know that I am a prince?"

Emon tilted his head.

Jello's lips moved, and he couldn't speak.

Seeing this, Emon suddenly smiled: "For the sake of this flag, I can forgive you."

Jello's heart sank, and he had a bad premonition.

For a moment, he seemed to see the shadow of the dissolute prince who stole his love.

"But!"

Emon changed the subject, holding the sword and took a step forward: "Since you see the prince, why don't you kneel?"

No more water, try to control the plot.

Speed ​​up to Damon's appearance and the prelude to dragon taming.