Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 14: Eamon: “No!”

"I think Sir Lanino would be a good husband."

Allison didn't notice her husband's temptation and recommended him strongly: "He comes from a famous family and is a dragon rider. His character is impeccable."

The imperial conference did not reach a conclusion, so she expressed some opinions that were not taboo.

Viserys listened quietly, then asked meaningfully, "Is this your idea, or Otto's?"

"It has nothing to do with my father."

Allison shook her head in denial.

Viserys nodded and smiled again. "Laenor is good, but he must be suitable."

The purpose of questioning his wife just now was to clarify Prime Minister Otto's thoughts.

Although Otto expressed his approval at the Imperial Council, the other ministers cast more veto votes.

The reason is simple. Damon is a troublemaker and no one wants him to take this opportunity to return to the center of power.

Otto is his most important helper, and his wife Allison's attitude represents her father to a certain extent.

In his impression, Otto and Damon have always been hostile to each other.

"You're right."

Alicent scratched her nails with her hands and said with all her strength, "Rhaenyra likes handsome and brave knights and will not consider a child."

Her attitude remained firm.

Viserys looked surprised. It was the first time he saw his wife being serious.

Then, he smiled and waved his hand: "Let's not talk about this. The children will be back soon, and we will have a welcoming dinner later."

Allison hummed softly and lowered her head.

"Just chatting."

Viserys took his wife's hand, smiled, and stood up to walk out.

When passing by my favorite stone round table, my eyes narrowed slightly.

……

That night.

The Red Fort was ablaze with candles, and a dinner party was being held in the hall on the second floor.

Aemon changed into a clean set of clothes and arrived early, followed by Gunthor.

Rhaenyra slowed down a bit and changed her dragon riding clothes into a beige long skirt. Her face became even brighter under the candlelight.

When Yimon saw this, he secretly admired him.

Westerners grow very fast and become very mature at a young age.

"Will I be able to grow very tall in the future?" Imon supported his chin with one hand, full of hope.

Soon, the king and queen arrived hand in hand.

Squeak!

Harold, the commander of the Kingsguard, pushed open the door and arranged two guards to guard the door.

"His Majesty!"

Aemon rose to his feet and bowed in greeting.

It’s okay to be naughty, but you still have to abide by the rules on the surface.

"Haha, no need to be so polite."

Viserys walked into the hall with a big smile on his face, staring at his nephew from a distance: "Aemon, let your uncle take a good look at you."

Leaving behind the hesitant Allison, he walked straight to the dining table to get closer.

Yimon was a little dazed; he had never experienced such enthusiasm before.

After being questioned for a long time, Viserys, who was very satisfied, let him go.

Aemon breathed a sigh of relief and sat back down.

Just when I thought everything was going to be quiet, a serious middle-aged man wearing dark green clothes and with his hair neatly combed walked in.

The middle-aged man had a smile on his face, a humble appearance but a slightly raised chin, and his clothes had the family emblem of "Burning Tower".

"Otto, you're here."

Viserys turned back to greet.

“It’s an honor to receive the invitation.”

Otto nodded, with perfect etiquette.

As the king's father-in-law, he is eligible to attend royal family dinners.

Until then, Viserys glanced at the seats and pretended to be puzzled: "Aemon, your mother is not coming?"

"No. She's a little unwell from all the traveling."

Aemon had an excuse for his mother's reluctance to see the king. Viserys didn't care and smiled, "Well, your mother is not a quiet person either. She is more like a female warrior."

It's a compliment on the surface, but the smile doesn't reach his eyes.

As early as when he ascended the throne, Lady Rhea came to him to apply for dissolution of her marriage with her younger brother Damon, but was rejected many times.

Therefore, Lady Rhea had no favorable impression on the entire royal family.

Viserys, who favors his younger brother, is also troubled by this stubborn sister-in-law.

After chatting for a while, Allison told the waiter to serve the food.

Because it was a family dinner, there were only a few people present.

Viserys was very happy. He raised his glass frequently to drink with Otto and talked about some family matters with his eldest nephew Aemon.

Instead, Imon was at a loss, with a simple smile on his face.

My mom has already said that Junlin has no place of his own.

Uncle Viserys was so enthusiastic towards me, he must have something to ask for.

Considering their young age and weak strength, it may also be profitable.

"He's a king, what can he do to me?" Aemon's eyes rolled around and finally fell on Rhaenyra who was eating beside him.

From the moment Uncle Viserys walked in, Rhaenyra looked absent-minded.

Even when her father approached her to talk to her, she could only respond with a forced smile.

It seems that the relationship between father and daughter is worrying!

"At this time, is it for Rhaenyra's marriage?"

Aemon had a guess in his mind and shuddered.

He and Rhaenyra do not have the same parents, but they have the same grandfather.

You absolutely cannot do this!

"Aemon, what are you thinking about?"

Viserys took a sip of his wine and noticed that his eldest nephew was pale.

Yimeng waved his hands repeatedly: "Nothing, nothing."

My dad catches crabs in the Stone Steps Islands, but I am afraid of river crabs!

Viserys looked at him strangely, but he didn't think too deeply about it, just thinking it was just the imagination of a child.

After enjoying the wine, he glanced around the hall.

Gunthor was standing in a corner of the hall as a guard, and it was hard not to attract attention.

Seeing this, Viserys recalled what Ser Harold had said about today's skirmish, and suddenly had an idea.

At this time, Yimon was trembling and concentrating on eating.

Then I heard my dear uncle say, "Aemon, you are already eight years old. Have you ever learned swordplay?"

"what?"

Yimon was stunned when he heard this, and looked up and replied: "No, I haven't learned it yet."

According to the tradition of Westeros, children of nobles would be exposed to swordsmanship at around the age of six to eight, and would be taught knightly knowledge by specialized instructors.

When you grow up, it is easier to become a brave knight.

He was an exception. His mother, Lady Rhea, did not care about raising children at all and only arranged for the old scholars in the castle to teach cultural courses.

Now that I have my mother's approval, I have actually considered finding a capable instructor when I return to Fu Shi City.

After all, he has a panel.

"My first guess is that the strong man behind you doesn't look like he would be patient enough to teach anyone."

Viserys smiled and promised, "I will hire a good instructor for you and make sure you become a warrior as strong as your father and grandfather."

"Really?" Imon looked puzzled.

"The king does not lie."

Otto, who had been present as a bystander, smiled and praised the king lightly.

Aemon turned his head and caught a deep look.

Well, Prime Minister Otto also has his own little thoughts, but I don’t know if they are directed at him.

Dad Damon has a grudge against the other party!
"Ser Harold, what do you think of choosing a trainer from the Kingsguard?"

Not noticing his nephew's uneasiness, Viserys did what he said and went straight to the commander of the Iron Guard who was standing beside him.

Harold was obviously stunned. The king had not given any advance notice.

Fortunately, he had a strong psychological quality and said respectfully: "There are seven brothers in the Iron Guard. In addition to the fixed number of people to protect Your Majesty, it is not a problem to allocate one to teach the prince."

　Green positive energy!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)