Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 139 Miss Allison, the Crown of Love and Beauty
The whole audience cheered continuously and the crowd was surging.

Aemon rode his flaming warhorse around the arena.

Enjoy the cheers and wreaths thrown by the daughters of the nobility.

The tin can didn't dodge or evade, and a wreath fell on its shoulder.

The noble lady who was hit screamed in surprise and leaned on the railing to wave her hands vigorously.

It's like winning a prize in a ring.

Looking across the seven countries, the championship of the martial arts tournament is of extremely high value.

Not only can you gain fame and wealth, but you can also gain status more easily.

Especially the tall figure and super physical strength of the Rune Knight.

If I took this guy home and made him my husband, he would be so comfortable in bed with me.

"Despicable!"

Looking at the cheering noble ladies, Rhaenyra spoke with cold contempt.

Lanar's eyebrows curved, and she asked with a smile: "Aren't you greedy?"

"I can eat."

Rhaenyra was outspoken.

Lanar's smile disappeared.

It’s a trick!

When I saw Aemon in the dragon's lair that night, I smelled a faint fragrance.

It turns out that the two of them had more than one affair.

Rhaenyra regretted what she said and looked away silently.

Although she came first, Lannar had to eat first.

Facing her, I inexplicably lacked confidence.

……

Viserys walked to the front of the VIP seats and raised his hand to suppress the cheers around him.

The noble lords gradually quieted down and turned their eyes to the king.

According to the rules, rewards should be given to the champion of the competition.

As a sign of respect, the mysterious knight should also take off his helmet to reveal his identity.

"I can't wait any longer."

Many people are eager to see what is underneath the tin can.

Aemon knew the procedure and rode to the bottom of the VIP seats.

"Rune Knight, are you willing to let your king see his true appearance?"

Viserys smiled, as if he were summoning a past tourney champion.

The iron can raised his head and beat his chest with his armored right arm.

The noble lords stood up and leaned over the fence to get closer.

Viserys kept smiling, but couldn't help glancing sideways.

click!
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Tie Cantou held the helmet with both hands and slowly took it off.

Many people held their breath and stared intently.

First, the smooth chin, followed by slightly pursed lips and a high nose bridge.

Just as he was about to reveal his eyes, he paused.

Viserys was watching intently and was stunned.

The others felt even worse and almost threw their wine glasses away.

My pants have been taken off, and you can stop just like that?
"Your Majesty, I am back again."

The tin man suddenly took off his helmet, revealing his young and handsome face.

Wow!
The whole audience was in an uproar, looking at each other in surprise.

Aemon's eyes were bright and he shook his head casually, letting his tightly tied silver-gold hair fall over his shoulders.

Beneath the scratched silver-gray armor, the noble dragon shed its disguise.

"Prince Aemon?"

"It's Aemon the Dragon Slayer..."

The noble lords were stunned and immediately recognized the identity of the handsome young man below.

The Targaryen features of silver hair and purple eyes should not be too obvious.

But as a member of the new generation, isn’t Aemon Targaryen still a minor?

Viserys stared at his nephew and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. "You have won the championship. You are very capable."

As long as you don't run away.

He is a smart child. He knows to go home when it rains.

Aemon smiled faintly and raised his head to respond: "Your Majesty, are you satisfied to see my true appearance?"

The rune sword was still in his hand, shining green in the sunlight.

Viserys wanted to say no, but the words came out of his mouth: "You concealed your identity and participated in the competition. It really gave everyone a big surprise."

Aemon smiled but said nothing.

There are surprises too.

Viserys was puzzled as to what this meant, and suddenly saw the great green sword pointing toward the sky.

Many people have seen it.

They all looked up at the same time and gazed at the azure sky.

boom--

The cloud layer covered with thin mist was torn apart, and a huge monster like a mountain rushed out, and a huge shadow covered the earth.

“Hiss—”

A giant bronze dragon with pupils as bright as copper water raised its head and let out an exciting roar.

Followed closely.

A giant silver-gray dragon and a light gray-white sub-adult dragon flew out one after another, leaving two misty dragon shadows in the sky.

“His ...

Syracuse, flying in the air, was frightened and flapped its wings to avoid the attack.

boom--

A giant bronze dragon swooped down, its huge body heading straight for the arena.

"dragon!!"

The noble lords cried out in surprise and fell into chaos in an instant.

Compared to the princess's young dragon, the bronze dragon above her head, whose size covers the sky and the sun, is comparable to an ancient ferocious beast.

"His Majesty!"

Harold immediately stepped forward to protect the king in front of him.

Viserys frowned and waved his hand in refusal: "It's okay."

As soon as he finished speaking, the giant bronze dragon raised its head and rushed forward, its huge body swept across the arena, and its thick and long tail stirred up a strong wind.

The noble lords were terrified and bravely stuck their heads out.

“Hiss!”

Silver Wing neighed and soared past following his mate.

The noble lords lowered their heads again to avoid the strong wind blown by the silver dragon wings.

"Hiss~~"

The gray shadow chirped excitedly, flapped its wings and stayed in the air for a while, like a playful child.

It is the smallest among the several giant dragons, barely exceeding the ten-meter threshold.

It’s not small, but it’s not big either.

It can barely carry people.

"Beep!"

Aemon set his sights on the little wild dragon and held the dragon bone whistle in his mouth.

"Hiss?"

The gray shadow's pupils were puzzled, and he understood the meaning of driving away, so he caught up with the two giant dragons flying high in the sky.

For a moment, three giant dragons of different sizes danced together.

At first glance, they look like a family of three.

"That is Wormithor, Prince Aemon's dragon!"

"And Silverwing, Queen Alysanne's former dragon."

"Are they all here to see Prince Aemon?"

The name of "Bronze Fury" Wormisol is known to everyone in the Seven Kingdoms.

Its companion, Silver Wing, is equally famous.

This was probably because the first owners of the two dragons, the centenarian King Jaehaerys and Queen Alysanne, once rode their dragons around the Seven Kingdoms and visited many noble castles.

Half a year ago, the new owner of "Bronze Fury" won the "Battle of Pentos" and defeated the returning pirates of the Three Women's Kingdom.

"Is that guy trying to intimidate me?"

Viserys's face darkened and his chest felt tight.

Unfortunately, he was not a dragon rider, and his daughter's dragon was not big enough.

Facing three giant dragons, there is no way to counterattack.

“Hiss—”

Vermithor hovered in the air, taking Syrax's place.

Silver Wings and Gray Shadow accompanied them, and took along Syrax who was trying to escape.

The four dragons circled slowly, roaring from time to time.

The scene was so grand that it cannot be described in words.

Everyone present was silent, staring at the horror of the giant dragon and admiring the grandeur of the dragon group.

Aemon, the instigator of the changes that took place in the arena, saw everything.

Accidentally or on purpose?
Deliberately and carelessly.

As I said, conspiracies and tricks are just tactics, while crushing others with integrity is the way.

His personal strength makes him invincible in all martial arts competitions, and his three giant dragons are always on standby.

My strength is clear to all, come and give it a try if you have the guts.

If you don’t dare, just adjust your attitude.

"I, Aemon Targaryen!"

Aemon raised his chin proudly and shouted out the name.

The rune giant sword was inserted into the ground, and the black cloak behind him was torn off.

Just then, everyone's attention was attracted by the shouting.

The black cloak fluttered in the wind, turning over to reveal its sharp edge.

A three-headed red dragon on a black background on one side, and a pile of pebbles between two lines of runes on an orange background on the other side.

The background color is the same black as the cloak, and the two emblems are opposite each other on the left and right.

The three red dragons correspond to the rectangular orange background representing bronze.

The black background and black pebbles echo each other.

The two different coats of arms are inextricably harmonious.

Aemon gripped his horse's belly and put on the cloak that was raised above his head. At this moment, this black cloak was his personal banner.

The fiery red warhorse trotted away, carrying its master around the arena, displaying the two-point flag in front of everyone.

With this flag.

The owner of the representative flag is not a vassal of anyone.

Aemon is part of the royal family, but the royal family cannot control Aemon.

Listen to orders, not announcements.

Viserys's eyelids twitched and he clenched his fists.

How could he not understand his nephew's deep meaning?

This is to tell him not to be bound by family or kinship ties anymore.

Otherwise, the flag will go away.

"Aemon Targaryen!!"

"Aemon the Dragon Slayer..."

The noble lords were confused and thought that His Royal Highness wanted to make a name for himself in the Seven Kingdoms.

But it was this move.

River Valley Town and the Second Banner are no longer limited to the royal territory and the valley, but have completely entered the eyes of the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms.

Everyone understands one thing.

The Targaryen branch of Riverdale-Runestone City was officially established.

Yimon was smiling widely, showing himself freely.

He suddenly understood why Damon had such a flamboyant style and was so persistent in living in the eyes of others.

This feeling of being the center of attention is truly dizzying.

Half a year of house arrest in the valley, and just a few days in the king's land.

The invisible oppression wore down his spirit and made him hesitate to move forward.

however.

In the continent of Westeros, whoever has the bigger fist will have the final say.

"From this day forward, there is no Aemon Targaryen. There is only Aemon of Runestone, of Riverdale."

I am who I am, no longer bound by anything.

"Your Highness, your crown."

A thin servant came running over with a tray holding a green wreath.

The wreath is made of young green vines, bearing pink and light blue flowers, reinforced with gold wire and embellished with beautiful jade to create a simple and elegant look.

The referee in a bright red robe was very sensible and ordered someone to deliver a brand new wooden lance.

Aemon took the lance and lifted the green wreath from its tapered point.

At the beginning of the competition, contestants have the right to customize a "crown of love and beauty" at their own expense.

Imon's crown is called "Eternal Summer Flower".

……

Everyone present was moved when they saw this crown of love and beauty of "Long Summer Flower".

Many noble ladies looked at each other with burning eyes and walked to the fence with a hopeful mentality.

If the Rune Knight is a potential stock, then His Royal Highness the Prince who has revealed his identity is the Iron Bank.

Whoever receives this crown of love and beauty will be the hostess of River Valley Town.

Even if we take a step back, our status and position will be raised countless times.

“Who will he give it to?”

Viserys's eyes were dark.

Harold looked embarrassed and dared not make any assertion.

Lanar stood up from the seat behind him and said softly, "Come on."

Rainier gritted her teeth and followed without giving up.

After that incident, it is very likely that the crown of love and beauty will not fall into her hands.

But Lannar had made the invitation, and she couldn't back down.

Two silver-haired, purple-eyed Valyrian beauties walked up to him, immediately attracting countless gazes.

Damon's departure was not mentioned.

The game between the king and the sea serpent Coris was the most frequently discussed topic among princes and ministers.

The core of the topic is nothing more than the marriage of the two daughters.

Everyone knows that the young prince is a piece of fat meat that everyone is eyeing.

Collis looked at his tall and beautiful daughter and said thoughtfully, "If that boy is not blind, he will make the right choice."

"What if I go blind?"

Rhaenys was filled with distrust.

Collis said confidently, "With this move today, that guy is trying to separate himself from the royal family. Lannar has a good chance."

It is reasonable and proper to give it to his daughter.

Rhaenys just shook her head: "We'll have to wait and see."

……

Aemon rode back to the VIP seats and looked up at the beautiful young girls.

Coming from aristocratic families, they are all very reserved and polite.

Some sat upright in their seats, while others stood together in groups.

She does not express the intention of claiming the crown of love and beauty, but she exudes charm all the time.

Aemon scanned them one by one.

Finally, his gaze rested on two silver-haired beauties standing by the fence.

Lanar has a charming face and slightly contoured lips.

She was confident that the crown of love and beauty belonged to her, just as she was confident in her loyalty.

Aemon couldn't help but smile.

Some people just stand there, and even without saying a word, you understand what they mean.

A bad woman deserves to be a bad woman.

Rainier was one body length away, with a cool and noble temperament, like a queen high above.

The Black Party's young talents gathered behind her, including Medirick of White Harbor.

Aemon looked over.

Clearly, there was a hint of weakness and pity in those beautiful purple eyes.

The self-confidence accumulated from touring the mainland for a year and a half seemed to be wiped out overnight.

Neither of the two silver-haired beauties spoke a word, as if they were competing secretly.

To whom?
Viserys wanted to know. Everyone present wanted to know.

The current situation has deviated from the normal gift-giving and courtship, and has become a contest between the royal family and the Velaryon family.

"drive!"

Aemon tugged at the reins, having already decided who to give it to.

The fiery red warhorse shook its head and walked to a corner of the VIP seats.

Opposite him was Allison, who was sitting in the main seat.

Allison was wearing a gorgeous light green dress, and her beautiful face was slightly bitter.

The carefully planned appearance was overshadowed by Rainier.

If it weren't for her uncle Hobart's support, she would have been on pins and needles.

Allison was lost in thought, a hint of green swaying before her eyes.

Confused, I looked up.

Aemon, with his lance sheathed with the "Eternal Summer Flower", said in a pretentious voice: "Your Majesty, please stand up."

Allison froze and hurried forward.

She was confused.

What does it mean to give her the crown of love and beauty?
The conjecture was confirmed.

"Miss Allison, you are the queen of love and beauty in my mind!"

Aemon smiled and bowed politely.

With his arms raised high, he brought the wooden lance to the edge of the fence.

Allison was so flattered that her heart stopped beating.

Really give it to her!
And there is also the name that Iamon just addressed.

Call her Miss Alison, not Alison or the Queen.

That was her name before she got married.

Seeing her hesitation, Aemon looked sincere and said in a voice that both of them could hear: "Take it, Allison."

Neither Laena nor Rhaenyra are good choices.

That is a false proposition that will lead to death.

No one stipulates that he can't give it to other people, to people who are truly good to him.

"Thank you, Aemon."

Alison's eyes were red. She bent down and took off the green wreath on her lance, replacing the golden crown on her head.

Eamon smiled and said, "It's beautiful."

“It is very beautiful. Does it have a name?”

Allison held back her sobs and caressed the green wreath lovingly.

She never thought that one day she would receive the crown of love and beauty, and it would be given to her by Aemon himself.

"It is called the Summer's Bud, after the most beautiful time of old Valyria."

Aemon said the name of the laurel wreath and said solemnly: "Its beauty is not even a fraction of yours."

Allison's mouth pursed and tears welled up in her eyes.

Looking at Aemon's eyes, I wanted to hug him immediately.

When the noble girls saw this scene, their hearts almost melted.

His Royal Highness is so good at flirting.

On the other hand, the men present looked at each other strangely.

Is this right?
Many people pretended to be indifferent and secretly observed the king's expression.

Viserys' face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and his eyes were about to spit fire.

He could understand his nephew's act of self-preservation in giving the crown to Allison.

But if you want to give it to me, just give it to me. Why are you saying so many dirty words?
Miss Allison~~
Damn Damon!
Both father and son are bastards.

Lannar's mouth twitched slightly and she clenched her fists secretly.

Good job, you didn’t lose face!
Rhaenyra's face was cold as she stared at Alisson, who was so excited that she burst into tears.

He was not satisfied with robbing her father.

What is she going to do? What is she going to do?
Eamon: ...

Quietly pulling the reins, the fiery red warhorse retreated a distance.

It seems like the teasing was too much.

Allison's eyes were rimmed with tears, and the way she looked at him was almost tearful.

(End of this chapter)