Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 132: Viserys: "From now on you are my son."

"Who ruined this marriage?"

Daemon tilted his neck and said unconvincedly, "Rhaenyra's love is stronger than gold, and that boy knows his responsibility. The engagement will remain as it is."

"What the hell are you talking about? A woman's reputation is more important than her life!"

Viserys said angrily.

"You are the king!"

Damon's words revealed his true nature: "Your words are the golden rule, and they can only obey."

Viserys was shocked and could hear the strong resentment in the other party's heart.

Damon realized that he had said the wrong thing and immediately shut up.

But it can no longer be concealed.

Viserys stared at his brother, angrily saying, "I have defended you my whole life, but you are even more vicious than I thought."

"I should have abolished Rhaenyra's inheritance, just like I did to you, once and for all."

There will be no more succession turmoil.

Daemon said softly, "I swear, I didn't touch Rhaenyra."

If he were to be honest with himself, he wouldn't want to harm the interests of his son and niece.

"But you destroyed the feelings of the young people."

Viserys knew that rumors could be frightening.

Damon said: "Imon will marry two wives, and he will have to face emotional problems sooner or later."

"He will choose Rhaenyra."

Viserys said.

Daemon laughed and said, "Aegon the Conqueror also took a second wife."

Swish!
Viserys could no longer stop, so he pulled out his dragonbone dagger and pressed it to his throat, angrily saying, "No one is a conqueror."

"Only you, you are my scourge!"

Daemon was startled, and after confirming that his brother had not really done it, he said, "Marry Rhaenyra to Aemon, and then marry the daughter of the sea serpent. They will restore the Dragon King's family to its former glory."

This is the best choice.

"Of course."

Viserys said bitterly, "You did not want to break off the engagement, but my throne."

Not only Eamon's engagement, but also last night's farce.

They were all ugly acts of people who coveted his throne and wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to get their hands on it.

Damon's pupils contracted, but he did not refute this.

"Go back to the Vale, Daemon!"

Viserys smiled suddenly, a smile of deep disappointment. "Go back to your lawful wife, and seek to regain the little honor that is left of you."

"You don't have to go. I don't care."

Damon was slightly distracted.

Suddenly, Viserys pressed the hilt of the dragon bone to the wound on his chest and demanded, "Did you hear that?"

"Ah!~"

Damon groaned and screamed.

The dragon bone handle was pressed into the wound, blood seeped through the bandage, and the air was filled with the smell of blood.

Viserys remained expressionless, increasing his strength. "Go away, and never let me see you again."

It was not until blood flowed on the dark floor that he withdrew his hand in anger.

Damon's face was pale and he was sweating like a fish out of water.

The door opened and Harold led the team in.

He nodded respectfully to the king, lifted Daemon off the ground, and dragged him out again.

"Damn guy."

Viserys' eyes were blank and he felt dizzy.

He had never been so sad.

boom!
The doors were closed and the halls were empty.

Viserys stared at the towering, twisted Iron Throne, his body aching from the cuts.

"O Gods!"

Alone, Viserys could hold back no longer and burst into tears.

What did he do wrong?

Everything was fine before, but suddenly it became like this.

……

noon.

Princess' bedroom.

After lunch, Aemon lazily lay on the couch.

Rhaenyra knelt beside the bed like a maid, rubbing his temples gently.

"Is this intensity okay?"

Ask in a low voice.

"Press, don't ask."

Aemon fully enjoyed the king-level treatment.

Rhaenyra pouted, almost hanging an oil can.

She felt like she was about to be turned into a slave.

Aemon turned his head and rested it on his white knees.

"I won't press it anymore."

Rainier turned over and got out of bed, feeling inexplicably sad.

Yimon was not gentle to her at all and used her as a tool to vent his anger.

"If you leave now, we may not see each other for a while."

Aemon raised an eyebrow.

Rainier's white toes touched the ground, and her body was stuck in mid-air.

Aemon pulled her back by the waist, buried his head in her smooth belly, and gave her advice: "Actually, you can be a female knight. I didn't mean to do that."

His physical fitness is different from that of ordinary people.

More strength, skin like stone.

The first time, Lannar cleverly pinned him down and firmly controlled the initiative.

"Aemon, let go first."

Rhaenyra didn't listen and pushed the silver-gold-haired head hard.

She was wearing a silk nightgown.

Eamon is selectively deaf and is becoming more and more demanding.

This time he did it on purpose.

He was itching to not let Rhaenyra know the meaning of shame.

Then a strange sight appeared.

Her legs were slender and her curves were white and tender, and her face, buried deep in the sheets, was flushed.

She clamped her legs tightly together, barely able to maintain the last bit of her dignity.

Otherwise, wait for Ai Cao.

Rhaenyra was in tears.

dong dong!

There was a knock on the door and someone came to rescue her.

"who is it?"

Rhaenyra's skin turned red and she was too weak to speak.

Harold's deep voice came: "Princess, is the prince here?"

"What to do? Find yours."

Rhaenyra was shocked.

The other party just said that we might not be able to meet for a while.

Aemon rolled his eyes. "What are you afraid of?"

The rice has been cooked, and the uncle has to eat it even if he grits his teeth.

Besides, he is the victim.

Get dressed and get out of bed.

Rainier patted her face, took off her nightgown, changed into casual clothes, and followed him to the door.

Creak! After opening the door, Harold looked at the two people with a complicated expression.

Behind him, followed two silent Kingsguards.

Yimeng looked suspicious: "What are you doing?"

"The King is looking for you, Prince."

Harold stepped out of the way.

"Find me?"

Aemon glanced at the two Kingsguard and held out his hands tentatively.

This doesn't sound like something you're looking for.

"Don't get me wrong, there was some trouble."

Harold explained, raising his hand respectfully.

Aemon thought for a moment, thinking only of Daemon.

"unlucky."

He cursed inwardly and walked out of the room.

Rhaenyra wanted to go along.

"Princess, please stay."

Harold stopped him and signaled two Kingsguards to follow first.

Aemon glanced back and walked out under the "escort" of two Kingsguards.

coincidentally.

Alicent stood at the door of the chamber, surprised that he had come out of Rhaenyra's room.

Yimon also saw her and thought of a lot in an instant.

The brothel burned down and the news could not get out.

Under this premise, he could stay safe until noon.

And now that he was called away, it proved that someone had informed on him.

This would trigger a series of events, such as Damon might be caught.

"Uncle will definitely not be willing to kill him."

Yimon felt a little sympathy for his uncle.

No, it should be the same fate.

In this farce, they are the only two truly innocent.

"Your Highness the Queen."

Harold followed and nodded to the queen.

Alisen smiled slightly and stared at Rhaenyra who was also standing in the corridor.

Rainier's silver hair was loose, and there was still a hint of charm in the corners of her eyes.

As a wife and mother for many years, she certainly understood the reason.

Rhaenyra watched the group walk away and fixed her eyes on Alison.

In her memory, the brothel was burned down by the leader.

Eamon was called away, which meant someone had informed on him.

The biggest beneficiary of exposing this matter was the former good friend.

"Alison, is that you?"

Rhaenyra said calmly.

A cloud of gloom hung over Allison's head as she taunted him, "Losing your virginity before marriage is something you could do."

“This is the best choice I can make.”

Rhaenyra was not angered, and said calmly: "On the contrary, it seems that you have done nothing."

She made a mistake, a stupid mistake.

But she tried her best to fill the hole and save the relationship that was about to collapse.

Alicent was angry and threatened: "Just wait, Viserys will not forgive you easily."

“That’s my father.”

Rhaenyra said calmly.

Allison waved her hand: "We'll see."

boom!
The door to the bedroom is closed.

Rhaenyra was silent for a long time and returned to her room.

……

The king's palace.

Aemon came here again one night later.

"You came."

Viserys greeted with a smile.

Yimon asked if he had anything to say: "You should know what happened last night."

“It’s all about the world.”

Viserys' smile faded. He sighed, "He is not a good father. Perhaps he is not even a father."

Yimeng said directly: "I don't want to mention him."

"Then consider him dead."

Viserys felt the same way and put his arm around his nephew's shoulders.

He felt bad too.

That was his younger brother, a biological brother from the same mother.

Everyone was so happy about Damon's return.

What I got in return was betrayal.

"Don't mention it anymore."

Viserys waved his hand and pushed his nephew into a chair. "Let us talk about something happy."

Aemon sat down and listened.

Seeing this, Viserys nodded secretly.

When his nephew was on his way, he knew where the other party was coming from.

This made him feel very relieved.

"Aemon, you are a brave, smart, and rational child."

Viserys stared at his nephew and said seriously, "Before marrying Alicent, I always hoped that Emma would give birth to a boy like you."

The dream he pursued so hard.

The boy was born with a conqueror's crown on his head and on a blazing fire.

Aemon blinked, with an inexplicable sense of déjà vu.

next moment.

Viserys put his hands on his shoulders and said firmly, "I will be like a father to you from now on, if you wish."

"I truly love you, protect you, treat you as my own flesh and blood, and give you everything."

Aemon couldn't sit still any longer.

"Don't be in a hurry to refuse. I know you are deeply hurt."

Viserys judged others by his own experience and assured them, "Daemon is not a good father. I will make up for what you have been missing since you were a child."

Yimeng didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Uncle, I don't lack love."

"You can't see past my eyes."

Viserys said sharply: "Your parents never cared about you. If you didn't need love, why did you always stick to Alicent and date girls older than you?"

Each question hit Aemon's heart.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say that this was slander.

Viserys didn't give him a chance, he just shook his head. "She is eight years older than you, the daughter of a sea serpent."

There is no saying in Westeros that a woman three years older than her husband will be rich.

Traditionally, it is still best for the man to be older than the woman.

The woman is three years older than him and can be said to be more intelligent and sensible.

Five years older, you could say she has more maturity and charm.

She is eight years older than me, so I found myself a stepmother.

This shows how much my nephew lacks love.

Yimon listened to the whole thing and felt extremely ashamed and angry.

How can my uncle vilify someone's innocence out of thin air?

(End of this chapter)