Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 131: Viserys the Sorrowful

early morning.

Flea Bottom, a stone building.

A ray of sunlight penetrated the narrow window and shone on the straw mat.

Damon was wrapped in bandages and opened his eyes when he was pierced by the light.

In the dim backlight, there stood a slim woman in a white dress.

She has pale skin, long black hair, and a charming appearance.

"You take me as a criminal?"

Damon's head was spinning as he recognized who the other person was.

His former mistress, "White Maggot" Mesalia.

Messalia fiddled with the medicine pot and asked, "Like you once did to me?"

Damon turned his head, too lazy to bring up the past.

The two broke up a long time ago, or the other party dumped him.

"You should be thankful that I am your protector."

Messalia walked with her long legs to the straw bed and said, "The king is the one who truly regards you as a prisoner. The Golden Robe is looking for you throughout the city."

I can't imagine what happened last night.

The brothel that housed hundreds of people burned down overnight, leaving only solidified lava surrounded by charred corpses.

If her people had arrived a step later, her old lover would have been burned to ashes.

"Sigh~~"

Damon felt dizzy and his head spun after listening to this, and he shivered with pain every time he moved.

Mesalia put the medicine in his hand and reminded him, "Drink it. You are covered in wounds and your leg is broken."

Damon was startled when he heard this, and then he realized that he was covered in injuries.

His neck, upper body, and right hand were all bandaged, and his left leg was splinted with a wooden board.

I touched my forehead with my left hand. Half of my face was swollen like a steamed bun, covered with a layer of sticky ointment.

"Why am I here?"

Damon finally remembered that he didn't spend the night here last night.

"Your son nearly killed you."

Mesalia rolled her eyes and said with a faint disdain: "Because you stole his beloved girl, you are really shameless."

If she had known the situation in advance, she would not have helped.

I got into a lot of trouble for no reason.

"I'd rather he kill himself."

Damon laughed at himself.

Mesalia had a blank expression on her face and held out her hand to ask for money: "Then you have to pay my consultation fee and accommodation fee first."

"My leg wasn't broken by that guy."

Damon cursed inwardly, "The bitch is so heartless."

"I broke it when I was saving you. It cost me dozens of gold royals to save this leg and the tendons of my right hand."

Mesalia considered each account as an account, and said with a business mind, "If you don't pay, I will notify the Golden Robe to arrest you."

Damon spilled the medicine in his hand and said in self-abandonment, "I don't need a prostitute's protection."

"I'm not just any prostitute."

Messalia's expression changed.

Before treating his injuries, the other party should first cure his arrogance.

Damon was unwilling to give in: "Well, she is not an ordinary prostitute."

He was now discouraged and in no mood for conversation.

He wanted to seduce Rainier and become the king's husband for his son.

But Rhaenyra didn't have him in her heart.

The only option is to find someone to teach her some knowledge in bed.

Although there are selfish motives, I still stick to my bottom line.

"You should have stayed and burned in a fire last night."

Messalia picked up the cup, annoyed that her subordinate had acted on his own initiative.

Squeak!

The door opened and a skinny orphan walked in.

This room is a basement, with direct access to a brothel upstairs.

Messalia stood up and said with some pride: "I have long since said goodbye to the past. The flesh trade can only give me very little."

The orphan came closer and handed over a handful of golden dragons.

Damon was used to his independence: "You have always been restless."

The orphan gave the money and left as if he was familiar with the way.

Messalia counted them and said with emotion: "Life is full of surprises and betrayals. Even though someone provides them with food and clothing, they still easily sell out their self-esteem."

What she desires most is respect.

There are always people who don't cherish.

"You are just a maggot in the toilet."

Damon adjusted to the severe pain all over his body and tried to get up but fell heavily.

Mesalia was not angry, and walked out of the door quietly: "I hope the king will not chop off your head. The golden robe will pay for your medical treatment and accommodation."

boom!
The door was closed, not a ray of sunlight came in.

……

Red Fort.

Princess' bedroom.

Aemon was lying on the couch, a small garment covering his face.

He is still sleeping.

Before I knew it, I entered a dream.

Towering mountains.

There is lush vegetation on the mountain and a thin mist halfway up the mountain.

boom--

A huge monster shuttled through the clouds, its bronze scales glowing with metallic luster, and its slender dragon tail flashed by.

Aemon walked along the rocky path, his hands piercing his flesh as he climbed.

He was not conscious and was just climbing up.

It seems to be a lonely mountain.

But the valley town and the long lake where black swans roamed could not be seen under the clouds.

Ring!

Suddenly, the sound of bells ringing was heard.

Aemon looked up blankly.

A giant bronze tree took root on the top of the mountain, with thirty-six branches piercing through the clouds and palm-sized bronze leaves swaying in the wind.

At the top of the giant tree, a disk radiating heat hangs high, like a second sun.

The light was so blinding that the entire outline of the giant tree could not be seen.

But small copper bells are hung on many branches.

Every time the giant tree shakes, these bronze bells make a crisp sound.

"what?"

Aemon was confused.

The huge tree seemed to be calling him, asking him to kowtow.

"You're just a tree."

Aemon is a simple-minded person.

The huge tree shook violently, as if it was going to shake the bronze bell down and crush the disrespectful people.

"No, I planted you."

Aemon verbally rejected this unscrupulous act of repaying kindness with enmity.

The giant tree stopped.

The clouds on the hillside slowly dissipated, revealing a magnificent palace built of white marble and a huge fortified city protected by two high walls.

The people inside live and work in peace and contentment, with happy smiles on their faces.

Eamon:?
I didn't agree because I was attracted by the people in the city.

Ring!

Suddenly, a clear bell rang in his ears, waking him from his dream.

Aemon's feet went empty and he lost consciousness.

outside world.

"Zhizhi~~"

The golden-nosed rat's little eyes were full of revenge, and it held up a bronze bell and shook it in its master's ear.

Aemon opened his eyes suddenly and slapped hard. Snap!

There was only a miserable sound of a rat, and the world became quiet.

Yimon pinched the small clothes on his face and climbed up sleepily.

The critical moment of the dream.

I still don't understand what's going on.

Looking around, the room was in a mess.

"you're awake?"

Rhaenyra was wearing a silk nightgown and combing her hair in front of a mirror.

The sunlight shines on her nightgown, revealing her well-proportioned figure.

Her long, slightly curly, silver-gold hair was draped around her waist and was gently combed with a wooden comb.

The picture is quite peaceful.

Yimeng rubbed his brow and said with a headache: "What did I do last night?"

He seemed to have killed Daemon.

The opponent will not be able to withstand the dragon flame of Wormisol.

Rhaenyra turned around, her beautiful eyes rolled, and she admitted, "Me!"

Yimeng was stunned for a moment, and said speechlessly: "I believed your nonsense, but your brain is still a piece of shit."

How shameless is it to give such an answer?

"You scolded me again."

Rhaenyra bit her lip.

I scolded her all night last night.

"I can apologize."

Aemon began to dress.

"Need not."

Like a punching bag, Rhaenyra turned around and continued combing her hair.

Just scold me.

I managed to get through the inhuman treatment last night by gritting my teeth.

Getting scolded won't hurt you.

Iemon was surprised by her reaction. She was completely different from the stubborn and resentful person she used to be.

Rhaenyra stole a glance and saw that he was not angry, so she waved, "Come here."

Aemon walked over to the mirror.

"Comb my hair."

Rhaenyra handed over the comb expectantly.

"A hairstyle like Queen Visenya's?"

Eamon took action.

Rhaenyra smiled. "All right."

She is looking for ways to give warmth.

Imon was not on the same wavelength and was repeating his actions mechanically.

After a night of thinking, many things became clear.

Daemon seduced Rhaenyra not just to become the king's husband.

But his actions and thoughts are full of confusion.

It's like a person driving a ox cart, suddenly jumps off the cart, picks up the ox, and then pulls the cart for two miles.

It's just baffling.

"Aemon, are we still as good as before?"

Rhaenyra hummed softly and rested her head on the broad chest.

Eamonn is a big sex addict.

Although Rhaenyra was as stupid as a pig, she was really beautiful.

The years of companionship and the important position made him degenerate.

But it was confirmed last night.

The waistband of Rainiera's pants was tight, keeping her body intact.

"Don't ignore me."

Rhaenyra looked up and said pitifully, "I am stupid."

Yimon's breathing stopped and he wondered if he was blind.

numb!

Did she awaken some strange attribute?
How can you be so thick-skinned that you can always say that I am stupid but I am right.

Rhaenyra was afraid of being abandoned, and was eager to show, "We are still the same as before."

This is how she made up for her last mistake.

It wasn't just Rhaenyra's stupidity that irritated him.

She and Damon appeared in the brothel, and even though nothing happened, some ideas took root.

He faced Rhaenyra with more responsibility.

……

morning.

Daemon returned to the Red Keep wrapped like a mummy, his head nearly drooping to the ground.

He is not alone.

Several men in golden robes, with serious faces, arrested him like a prisoner.

Commander Harold of the Kingsguard led two of his brothers out in a hurry and ran into them head-on.

Without a word, the two Iron Guard brothers twisted Damon's arms and detained him on the spot.

"hiss!"

Damon woke up instantly and gasped in pain.

He is covered in wounds now.

Harold looked down at Daemon coldly and said indifferently: "The king wants to see you, prince."

Two Iron Guard brothers lifted him up and dragged him forward like a dead dog.

"Let go of your dirty hands."

Damon gritted his teeth, one leg in a splint resting on the ground.

Harold glanced sideways and pretended not to hear.

He was a close minister to the king and knew the details.

The person in front of you doesn't deserve any preferential treatment, so you have to endure the pain.

The group hurried into the throne room.

The two Iron Guard brothers were even more rude and threw Damon on the cold floor.

Harold led the team away.

Viserys stepped out and said, "Last night."

Damon grimaced in pain and couldn't get up.

"You don't even deny it?"

Viserys looked at the jackal with cold eyes.

Damon groaned in pain, "I need to know the crime first, then I can know what to deny."

"You're going to ruin this marriage!"

Seeing that he still refused to change, Viserys was filled with hatred and kicked him viciously.

"Uh……"

Damon was kicked in the abdomen, and the wound immediately bleeds, seeping through the bandage.

Viserys resisted the urge to kill and circled around him: "Are you still not going to admit it?"

"You didn't do anything."

Daemon said what he really thought: "I just feel sorry for Rhaenyra and want her to learn some tricks to control men."

Viserys laughed in anger. "It's a brothel. You lead by example."

"When we were Rhaenyra's age, we slept through all the brothels in King's Landing."

Damon turned over, revealing his disfigured face.

Viserys' smile faltered. "We are young men. She is a girl, engaged."

"That boy found her back."

Damon interrupted and said casually: "He will not despise this political marriage, and they will still be in love as always."

Viserys' eyes widened, he could hardly believe his ears.

"You fucking——"

Viserys cursed, leaned down and grabbed his collar as fast as a shadow, and cursed: "You want to destroy them!"

(End of this chapter)