Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 13: Viserys's Concern

Cole was stunned when he was scolded by a child in an adult tone.

He opened his mouth and tried to justify his behavior.

boom!
A large hand holding a palm-leaf fan was pressed against the chest, and a tall figure loomed over the head.

Gunthor appeared at some point, and said gloomily, "White robe, you are blocking the way of our prince!"

As he spoke, he took a step forward arrogantly and forced the pretty boy back.

Cole was so shocked that the needle-like stubble almost hit his face.

The castle's vestibule was crowded with people, so this scene naturally fell into the eyes of foreign officials and guests.

It’s fun to watch!
People nearby smelled the scent and ran over, watching and discussing the matter with great interest.

Aemon looked up and said in surprise: "Gunthor, you are here?"

"Ok!"

Gunthor responded calmly, his eyes fixed on the White Knight who looked unconvinced.

It turned out that the three guards were left in the outer courtyard, while the other two were cleaning the room and waiting.

The big guy was strolling around alone and trying some Hongbao specialties.

He happened to see his own prince repeatedly scolding him.

"Hehe~"

In front of the White Knight, Gunthor moved his thick lips and spat out saliva arrogantly.

I'm in a bad mood while working for someone else, so I take it out on the weak.

Faced with the blatant humiliation, Cole's face turned pale and he immediately grasped the sword at his waist.

"You can try?" Gunthor grinned.

He has a miserable life, if he doesn't obey, he will fight.

Cole looked around, shaking with anger.

If I hadn't considered the onlookers, I would have killed this brute on the spot.

Aemon was sandwiched between the two of them, looking at Gunthor with surprise in his eyes.

Look at that cynical face. Even though it is full of resentment of a “working man” towards life, he still chooses to defend his duty.

Looking at Gunthor and Cole standing opposite each other, Gunthor is more than a head taller than the tall and handsome Cole, and his sturdy figure is like a fortress.

"Is this the sense of security of the 'Bronze Giant'?" Aemon almost clapped.

"Cole, what are you doing!?"

The conflict was about to escalate when a loud shout suddenly rang out.

Aemon turned around and quickly looked at the person who came.

A tall middle-aged man in his fifties, also wearing silver armor and a white robe that symbolized honor, strode in from outside the Red Castle gate with a powerful aura.

Lord Commander of the Kingsguard, Ser Harold Westerling.

Seeing his immediate superior, Cole looked subtle and bowed his head to greet him, "Commander."

"I asked what was going on, Cole?"

Harold had a stern face and showed no mercy at all.

Cole lowered his head and took a step back consciously.

By now, he knew he had hit a wall.

Aemon watched as if nothing had happened, wanting to see what the commander of the Iron Guard was going to do.

"Prince, did he waste your precious time?"

Harold turned his head and asked kindly.

Cole is a new Iron Guard. When he put on the white robe, even Queen Emma had passed away. It is normal that he has never met Prince Aemon and has conflicts with him.

But it should be corrected in time.

"It's all little things."

Aemon nodded slightly and greeted him: "Long time no see, ser."

Harold took off his helmet and breathed a sigh of relief.

Just don't care about it.

At this moment, another beautiful figure walked into the Red Fort Gate and looked at this side curiously.

Aemon noticed her and was slightly startled.

The other person was a young silver-haired girl wearing a black dragon-taming suit. She walked with her long legs and took off her gloves.

She has a beautiful appearance, delicate and pretty face, and fair skin.

She perfectly inherited the inhuman beauty of the Targaryen family and has almost no flaws.

Rhaenyra Targaryen tilted her head and also looked at the little creature looking at her.

The same silver hair and purple eyes, blood attracted to each other.

After waiting for a while, Aemon was the first to recognize the other person and called out, "Rhaenyra."

Hearing this, Rhaenyra's beautiful eyes lit up, and she said in surprise and joy: "Aemon, it's really you!"

A pair of long legs walked faster, and the depressed mood was swept away. I haven't seen this little guy for a long time.

Seeing that the other party recognized him, Yimeng greeted him with a smile: "Yes, you rode a dragon this morning, so majestic."

Rhaenyra's expression changed slightly, and she hesitated a little: "I won't, I will hit your ship?"

"Hmm~"

Yimon rolled his eyes and said, "You know it well!"

"I'm sorry, I was in a bad mood and didn't expect you to be there."

Rhaenyra quickly apologized and reached out to rub the other person's head.

It's furry and the needle doesn't poke you.

"I forgive you. You can compensate me later." Imon was very generous and did not hold grudges.

The two chatted enthusiastically, and the crowd of onlookers gradually dispersed.

Harold remained calm and gave Cole a look, and the other party left silently.

Now that the princess has arrived, the story is almost over.

Yimon noticed it keenly, but was too lazy to pursue the matter.

It’s no big deal. Cole is the one who suffered the defeat. He won’t get his head chopped off even if he makes trouble.

"Rhaenyra, have you just returned from the dragon's lair?"

Aemon had something important to do, so he took Rhaenyra's soft little hand, his face full of admiration: "I just got back, can you take me to the dragon's lair?"

One skull of the Black Death, Balerion, can yield one hundred essence points. Even if a living dragon cannot compare to that, its body can still absorb a lot of magic power, right?

This would make a lot of money.

Rhaenyra naturally held the little paw and pulled the other person towards Maegor's Holdfast: "No problem, but it's late today."

"Then take me with you some other day."

Aemon is never picky, but he has plenty of patience and means.

……

In the king's bedroom, candlelight flickered.

Viserys Targaryen was tired after a day of work. He lay comfortably in a chair and started chatting: "Do you think what I said is feasible?"

He is the fifth king of the Iron Throne, Viserys I of House Targaryen.

His long silver-gold hair was draped over his shoulders, and he had a dense stubble on his chin. His face was ordinary but very kind.

At first glance, he looks more like a wealthy man.

"About Aemon?"

Allison was sitting next to them in a daze, and asked back when she heard the voice.

"Yes, he is a good choice."

Viserys was beaming, holding up his bandaged ring finger, looking like he was in a good mood. "The council was divided, but it's a good start."

I've been unable to sleep lately because I was worried about my daughter's marriage, but finally there is some hope.

Rainiera is 12 years old this year and will be an adult in two years. Nobles from all over the country have already sent letters proposing marriage to her in advance.

The pile of letters was higher than the table.

Allison frowned slightly and asked cautiously, "Does my father agree too?"

"Of course," Viserys replied immediately, his smile growing wider.

First of all, Otto Hightower's support was unexpected.

Allison lowered her head silently, hiding the doubts in her eyes, and suggested: "Eamon is young, maybe there are better candidates."

Stepmothers and stepdaughters have always had a bad relationship since ancient times.

Aemon was an innocent child, and she didn't want to involve the little guy that His Majesty the Centenary King had entrusted to her care.

Viserys stood up, pretending to be calm while looking puzzled, and said with a smile: "The King's Council did discuss Ser Lannino of the Velaryon family before, and he is also a candidate."

That being said, his frown showed that the person he was talking to was not the one he wanted.

Aemon has the support of Runestone City behind him, and he also represents his brother Daemon.

Choosing him can not only strengthen the royal power, but also repair the relationship between brothers.

In contrast, Lanino is the son of the sea serpent Kolis.

The Velaryon family of Tidemark is undoubtedly a huge mountain weighing on his heart.

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(End of this chapter)