Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 127 A Song of Ice and Fire

Imon doesn't know yet that he has gained the favor of his own sex.

He held two soft hands, and his fingertips conveyed both cool and warm touches.

Lannar held her chin with one hand and tried to remain calm.

The back of her hand was cold, like finely carved jade.

Rhaenyra kept a straight face and tried not to look at him.

Her palms were warm and sweaty, and it was harder to hold on than usual.

The former opened his bare hand, and Aemon interlocked his fingers with hers.

The latter had slender hands and played with it gently.

"Don't go too far."

Rhaenyra was filled with shame and anger, and she gritted her teeth and issued a warning.

Aemon chuckled, "I won't let go."

Another double entendre.

Top position.

Two pairs of eyes were fixed on the scene.

Collis had a serious expression on his face, looking at his daughter who had given up struggling.

Is this still his cold and noble eldest daughter?
That bastard boy was holding another girl's hand at the same time, why didn't he just slap him.

"What a fine Targaryen education."

Collis was indignant.

"He grew up in Runestone City!"

Viserys's face was grim, and he looked at his nephew with a murderous look.

Her daughter's hand was also grabbed by that bastard.

He is like an animal, determined to play two-timing.

Nor is there any fear of drowning.

Clang!

The gongs were struck frequently, and the competition became more intense.

Boros roared and charged forward swinging his war hammer.

Damon held the "Dark Sister" in his hand and dodged left and right looking for an opportunity.

Thanks to the strong physique of the Baratheon family, Borros Arm can run a horse and swing a war hammer with great force.

No matter how strong the opponent is, no one dares to fight rashly.

"My cousin is illiterate, but fortunately he inherited my great uncle's bravery."

Lanaar smiled.

Her grandmother was from the Baratheon family, and Storm's End and Driftmark have always been on the same front.

Aemon nodded slightly, paying some attention.

The tenacity of the Baratheon race is still fresh in people's memory.

"I bet he can't last more than a few rounds."

Rhaenyra shrugged.

Aemon whispered, "What do you mean?"

"That's Damon!"

Rhaenyra was full of confidence and said, "Boros is just a stupid deer who has never been on a battlefield."

"Wait and see."

Aemon smiled.

He still hoped that Boros would explode and give his father Damon a good beating.

"Hmm~~"

Rhaenyra raised her chin slightly.

Aemon couldn't help but smile.

boom!
Boros hammered Damon in the middle, forcing him to open his door, and then used his sandbag-sized fist to hit him in the face.

Damon took the punch head-on and staggered back.

"well played!!"

Aemon's eyes lit up.

The two smooth little hands were no longer needed and they clapped vigorously with excitement.

Helena wrinkled her little face and raised her chubby hands to cover her ears.

So noisy~
"what!!"

Boros gained the upper hand and roared at the top of his lungs.

He entered the tournament just to defeat Damon.

In the tourney of 105 AC, his father, Lord Bermond, fought on behalf of his cousin Rhaenys, but was stabbed away by Daemon's spear.

My father's revenge must be avenged!
"Pooh!"

Damon's face was grim and he spat out a mouthful of blood foam.

Soon, they both heard shouts coming from the VIP seats.

"Ok?"

Boros looked up in confusion.

The one who spoke was Damon's son. Was he calling the wrong name?

"You dare to be distracted when fighting with me."

A cold look flashed in Damon's eyes, and the "Dark Sister" in his hand stabbed forward, locking the handle of the warhammer.

Boros was shocked and wanted to take back the hammer.

How could Damon give him the chance? He raised his leg and kicked the opponent between the legs, causing a dent in the steel plate.

"Ow!!"

Boros screamed miserably.

Daemon took advantage of the victory and pursued the Dark Sister, who was stuck in the ground and grabbed the warhammer and smashed it on the opponent.

There were only muffled sounds, and holes were made on the full body armor.

Full of revenge.

Boros almost fainted from the pain and finally shouted his surrender.

Clang!

The referee struck the gong to announce the end of the competition.

"unlucky."

Aemon was disappointed.

With just these three attacks, he was knocked to the ground in a moment.

What a good-for-nothing.

……

evening.

The Red Fort, the king's palace.

"Prince, His Majesty is waiting for you."

Sir Harold stood guard at the door of the chamber and spoke respectfully.

Aemon didn't care and secretly adjusted his breathing.

You have to come, there are two white knights following behind.

The martial arts tournament lasted for several days, with an intermission every afternoon.

After dinner.

Before he could decide who to talk to about his feelings, his uncle sent someone to his house.

Needless to say, you'll be scolded.

Squeak!

Aemon pushed the door open and was greeted by a round table filled with stone carvings.

A bonfire with burning pine cones was placed in front of the table.

Aemon took a step closer and saw a dragonbone dagger lying in the brazier.

boom!
Sir Harold glanced and closed the door silently.

Your Highness has gone too far today.

If he angered the King and Lord Collis at the same time, he would probably be punished.

Aemon smiled helplessly, staring at the familiar dragon bone dagger.

If I remember correctly, it was a relic from my great-grandfather.

The hilt is carved from dragon bone, the blade is forged from Valyrian steel.

After his death, it was kept by his uncle. "This dagger once belonged to Aegon the Conqueror."

Viserys' voice suddenly spoke.

Aemon raised his head and noticed the lonely figure standing by the fireplace.

Viserys stood expressionless before the flames of the hearth, his face flickering in the firelight.

"Uncle."

Imon couldn't help feeling guilty.

Viserys ignored him and walked over to the fireplace, saying, "It can be traced back to Aena the Exile."

"Before that, it's hard to tell."

Aemon listened quietly.

"You have never liked reading since you were a child, but you should know who Inar is."

Viserys sneered. "Perhaps you and your father know more about this than I do."

Since the Doom, Old Valyria has fallen into ruin.

Inar obeyed the prophecy of his daughter Daenys Targaryen, the Dreamwalker, and sold his family's property in the Long Summer Land ahead of schedule and moved his entire family to Dragonstone.

Of the forty dragon kings that once existed, only the Targaryens remained.

Even the related books have disappeared.

"Inar's escape gave the family hope of continuation."

Aemon agreed.

In the past six months, he has frequently visited the library of the Celtigar family.

There are many ancient books written in High Valyrian hidden there, including some rare copies.

"I knew you had the same personality as your father."

Viserys shook his head and reached for the red-hot dragonbone dagger.

He also has the blood of a true dragon and is extremely immune to fire.

Aemon's eyes flickered.

I guessed that my uncle asked me to come here not only because of what happened during the day.

Viserys looked at his nephew and said seriously, "Before Aegon died, the last pyromancer of Valyria, he hid his song on his blade."

And this song is called "A Song of Ice and Fire".

Aemon frowned slightly.

According to family tradition, I shouldn't know about this.

"Look at it, what's written on it."

Viserys didn't give his nephew a chance to refuse and handed the dragonbone dagger to him.

"Uncle..."

Aemon hesitated.

"Quiet."

Viserys snapped. "Unless you read what's on the dagger."

That's right, he wants to put this responsibility on his nephew's shoulders.

This was a decision he made after careful consideration.

Before this, the only people in the family who knew this secret were him and his daughter, Rainiera.

Not even his younger brother Damon knew.

The nephew will be the third person.

Seeing his uncle's tough attitude, Aemon had no choice but to do as he was told: "In my bloodline, the prince of prophecy will be born. His blood is the song of ice and fire."

There is a lot more content, so there is no need to elaborate on it one by one.

In short, it is a prophecy of the White Walkers outside the Wall.

"very good."

Viserys nodded, forcing a smile. "The responsibility I have entrusted to you, the burden of knowing this, is greater than the throne or the king."

"It is enough for you to tell Rhaenyra about this matter."

Aemon shook his head.

He had the memory of later generations and knew clearly what the conqueror had prophesied.

"No, she can't carry the burden alone."

Viserys denied it. "Only you can help her bear the weight of the prophecy."

This moment was more serious than ever before.

He wanted to tell his nephew about the contents of "A Song of Ice and Fire", and he also wanted him to bear the responsibility of the prophecy.

Rhaenyra is a girl, a worrying girl.

Only if her nephew carries the heavy load forward can he share the burden with her.

This is his expectation for his nephew, but also a constraint on him.

Viserys hesitated for a moment, then spoke to the point: "This responsibility is far more important than power or your desires."

Aemon remained silent.

He probably understood what his uncle meant.

Before the hard stuff, let’s do the soft stuff first.

"Aemon, you are the child I watched grow up."

Viserys put away the dragonbone dagger and laughed, "If it were Grandfather Jaehaerys, he would have chopped off your head for what you said and did today."

Holding the hands of a princess and other unmarried girls in public.

It's no exaggeration to say it's treason.

"Uncle, if you have something to say, just speak up."

Eamon came prepared.

Nothing more than getting married obediently.

"Then I'll be frank."

Viserys was not polite and sighed: "The sea serpent is ambitious. You and his daughter will drag the family into the abyss."

"Laena is a good woman, and we have Aunt Rhaenys here."

Imon did not agree.

Viserys said unhappily, "What about Rhaenyra? She is devoted to you?"

"if it is possible……"

Aemon opened his mouth to speak.