Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 125 Are you sweating profusely?
He is the most powerful nobleman in the Seven Kingdoms.

He and his wife set an example and their family traditions are strict.

why!
My son will be so special.

"No matter which daughter you marry, the first thing is to exercise your husband's power and let your future wife live under your protection."

Viserys hunched his shoulders. "Or else, marriage will go to the grave."

These words were like a knife stabbing into Collis's heart, and his face turned pale in an instant.

"Haha, all the children are here."

Viserys smiled widely as he looked at his nephew who had come running over.

Say something.

Since the return of his nephew and Daemon, the king has really relaxed.

Know when to stop and don’t give the other party a chance to get angry.

But lies don't hurt people, the truth is the sharpest knife.

Collis was so angry that he clenched his teeth, but he could only blame his son for not living up to his expectations.

Soon, Lanar and Aemon followed the crowd to the scene.

The main seat is in the second row, and the only empty seat is on the king's right.

That is reserved for the queen and important ministers.

The seats at the back were almost full, with representatives from various parties and noble ladies.

Eamon walked to the spacious front row and saw the empty seats reserved for the younger generation.

"Prince."

Seeing him coming, Lannino put away his smile and greeted him slightly awkwardly.

Joffrey, the gay lover, followed with greetings.

In fact, the identities of both parties are awkward.

Lannino is older and is Imon's cousin.

Laenaer was his sister, Aemon and Laenaer...

Besides, there were many misunderstandings before.

Aemon was broad-minded and smiled in response, "You're welcome, cousin."

Hearing this, Lanino smiled.

I thought my little cousin was a pretty nice person.

However, Yimeng's next sentence was: "Cousin, the unpleasantness of the past is over, and from now on you and I will go our separate ways."

Lanino's face fell.

No hehe.

Aemon's smile deepened, his eyes sweeping across several unconnected empty seats.

Sure enough, happiness does not disappear, it just transfers to another person.

"You are late."

Rhaenyra's eyes were complicated, and her gaze moved between Aemon and Laena.

"I won't apologize."

Aemon raised an eyebrow and took the empty seat to her left.

Rhaenyra's eyebrows raised, thinking there was something else behind the words.

"You should have waited for me instead of going ahead alone."

Aemon took the blame and sat on her left.

Rainier stared at him, trying to see some clues from the details of his expression.

At this time, Lannar was the only one left without a seat.

The first row is specially prepared for the younger generation, with a total of five seats.

Lanino and his lover took up the second and first chairs from the left.

Aemon and Rhaenyra sat in the third and fourth chairs from the left.

Only the last chair on the left was left for Lannar.

Still close to my good friend Rainier.

Rhaenyra stared at Lana again, her eyes sharp and deadly.

Lanar shook her head slightly and walked to Lannino: "Let's switch positions."

"okay."

Lannino stood up quickly.

As a result, he and his gay lover were separated from each other.

When Laena was seated, she placed Aemon between her and Rhaenyra.

"Lanael, long time no see."

Rhaenyra suddenly smiled and spoke first.

But the voice was emotionless, more like a question.

Lanar seemed not to have heard it, and smiled gently: "Yes, you have been touring the continent for so long, it is easy to send you a letter."

"Then I should have taken the initiative to send you a letter to Aemon."

As Rhaenyra spoke, her eyes stabbed at Aemon.

If it was just a rumor before.

Well, she was now 100% sure that the two of them were definitely having an affair.

Lanar was not weak, and said sarcastically: "You shoulder heavy responsibilities and are surrounded by young talents every day. It is understandable that you can't spare time."

After hearing this, Rhaenyra almost bit her back teeth to pieces.

Did she want to go?
Hadn't she sneaked off to the river valley to help with the construction and spent two months with Aemon?

Who would have thought that despite being so affectionate when they broke up, a third party would intervene within half a year.

At this point, Aemon was silent.

Being caught between two jealous women is theoretically the same as being dead.

After both sides had tested each other's strength and finally attacked each other, he dared not say a word.

Elbows on the armrests, chin resting on the palms.

Think about the meaning of life.

"Aemon, ah~"

Lannar peeled a grape and held it to his mouth.

Yimon had a blank expression on his face and swallowed.

Rainier's eyes suddenly became fierce.

The auras emanating from the two women were almost becoming substantial.

Lannino, who was sitting on the far right, felt a chill on his neck and forced a wry smile.

Turn your head quietly.

Joffrey on the far left had his head almost buried in the floor, like a frightened quail.

Eamon: ...

Who is resisting the pressure?
Top position.

Corlys and Viserys had different looks on their faces, with different opinions on the front row seats.

"Lannino is still very gentlemanly."

Collis looked slightly better and praised his son for sitting next to the princess.

This is the right way to sit.

"But why do I feel like he's not willing?"

Viserys stared sharply at his nephew as he chewed the grapes.

I had already cursed in my heart.

Are you so greedy that you will eat it if I feed you?
Useless stuff!

Collis showed a triumphant smile: "You can force a seat, but you can't force feelings."

Clearly, his daughter was superior.

Her Royal Highness the Princess behaved more like an abandoned woman, having lost both her initiative and her reason.

"It is early, Lord Corlys," Viserys said with a wry smile. "The tourney has not yet begun. Daemon is to attend as well."

Collis: “We’ll see.”

Viserys smiled reluctantly.

The knuckles of his fingers holding the wine glass turned white, and he swore secretly in his heart.

I'll bring my nephew out tonight so we can talk alone.

Marriage is a serious matter and he cannot afford to mess around.

Yimon looked calm, but in fact he had been feeling very uncomfortable...

Clang!

The referee in a red robe struck the gong and called out the players:
"Please welcome 'Prince of the Capital' Daemon Targaryen, he will be the first contestant!"

Hearing Damon's name, all the noble lords became excited.

Even Viserys breathed a sigh of relief, smiled and clapped his hands.

"drive!"

In the arena, Damon galloped out on a majestic black horse.

He wore black steel armor shaped like dragon scales, a bright red cape, and a dragon-winged helmet.

His stern face and unruly temperament immediately ignited the enthusiasm of the female nobles present.

Korakshuu under his crotch and the Dark Sister in his hands.

The dangerous "Prodigal Prince" Daemon Targaryen has always been the dream lover of women in the Seven Kingdoms.

Daemon rode his horse around in a circle, and deservedly received cheers from the whole room.

In the lively atmosphere.

Yimon moved his body and whispered: "My uncle didn't let me go, fearing that it would be unlucky for father and son to meet on the first day."

"..."

Lannar peeled the grapes, unmoved.

Rainier's expression was cold, giving off an aura that kept strangers away.

Aemon just shut up.

I'm still a little too confident.

I should have said hello to Rainier in advance and prepared myself mentally.

I don’t know what my uncle and the sea snake are thinking now.

The two women probably wanted to skin him alive and drink his blood.

Lannar lowered her brows, peeled a grape and put it into her mouth.

Her thoughts are very confused now.

Compared with Rhaenyra, her advantage was not as great as expected.

If Aemon had chosen Rhaenyra under the king's coercion...

Lannar's eyes were deep and she had made up her mind.

She is not a weak person and has the courage to give it a try.

If she dared to risk her reputation, she couldn't leave in disgrace.

Lanar glanced at Aemon with a simple mind: "If you dare to compromise, I will ride Vhagar and die with you."

She is confident that she has this ability.

"Eat less grapes, they're sour."

Aemon noticed her look and touched a piece of cake and brought it to her mouth.

Lannar couldn't help but be stunned.

“It tastes pretty good.”

Aemon took a bite first, and pressed the bite-marked pastry against his small red lips.

Lannar was at a loss and opened her mouth slightly to bite it.

In an instant, my mind became even more confused.

In the previous six months, whenever the two met, they were full of sweet love.

Lannar's eyes were clear. She subconsciously held the fingers that were pinching the pastry in her mouth and hooked them with the tip of her tongue in a teasing manner.

Eamon was stunned.

No, what time is it now?

When she came to her senses, Lanar blushed, covered her mouth and turned her head away.

She was not a shameless woman, she was simply used to teasing Eamon.

It is said that people should not be judged by their appearance.

Aemon appears cheerful on the surface, but he is actually simple-minded.

He will get addicted to her with just a little teasing, and will cling to her and act like a spoiled brat without any end in sight.

Otherwise, we wouldn’t have agreed to meet once every two weeks.

Lest you hurt your body at a young age.

"Eat slowly."

Aemon was a little amused and withdrew his wet fingertips.

A bad woman is a bad woman.

But he knew in his heart that Lannar was probably distracted.

Although bad women are good at teasing people, they are actually restrained and reserved in bed.

If you want to learn more knowledge, you have to struggle for a long time.

Only then can you pick a few to put into practice.

But he has strength and means.

We meet once every two weeks, and there is no limit on how long you can cheat.

He usually stays up from day till early the next morning.

Feeling the burning gaze beside her, Lannar stole a glance over.

Aemon happened to look up.

When their eyes met, Lannar's face flushed and her eyes were so wet that they were about to drip with tears.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he lost all his face.

Aemon averted his gaze to prevent her from blushing completely.

That charming look of pretending to be calm still touches people's heart even though I have seen it many times.

Like a big, tortured cat, it twisted and whimpered for mercy.

The two people's little movements naturally could not escape the eyes of those who were paying attention.

Who is the caring person?
Rhaenyra's eyes were spitting fire and her face was so cold that it was almost frozen.

Aemonn wasn't paying attention yet, so he reached out to touch the pastry but found nothing.

"Hang Chih Chih..."

Turning back, Rhaenyra was holding the plate of pastries, chewing them in big mouthfuls as if to vent her anger.

That posture doesn't look like he's eating pastries.

It's obvious that they want to eat people.

"Eat slowly."

Yimon didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and handed over a glass of red wine.

Rhaenyra snatched it away and swallowed the food in her mouth in one gulp.

Those angry eyes were still staring at the other person.

Beads of sweat broke out on Aemon's forehead.

He should be thankful that Rhaenyra had real feelings for him.

If the same situation happened to the queens' favorite concubines in the original world, they would have been divorced long ago.

During that period, Rainiera had no tolerance for her significant other.

If it doesn’t work, change it. Change it again when you die.

In the end, a bunch of illegitimate children were replaced.

(End of this chapter)