Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 140 Black Fire Consecration

Chapter 140 Black Fire Consecration
"Aemon, congratulations on winning the tournament championship at the tender age of thirteen."

Viserys spoke solemnly.

Aemon looked at the sound, avoiding Allison's sight.

I roughly guessed what would happen next.

Viserys smiled. "Your grandfather, Baelon, also competed in the tourney as a mysterious knight and won with distinction."

"He accepted the canonization and was promoted to knight at the age of sixteen."

More than just a knighthood.

Baelon returned to King's Landing overnight, entered the dragon's lair to find the ownerless Vhagar, and became the second rider of this founding dragon.

Aemon hung his lance on the horse's back and dismounted.

"You are not yet an adult, but your bravery has won the recognition of the Seven Kingdoms. I will anoint you as an official knight."

Viserys looked serious.

Walk down from the VIP seat and come to the competition arena.

"His Majesty."

Aemon was well prepared and knelt on one knee without any burden.

In the continent of Westeros, where the faith in the Seven Gods is prevalent, knighthood symbolizes honor.

However, most knights are knighted when they reach adulthood.

The Targaryen male descendants for generations were all quite brave.

My grandfathers, Baelon and Daemon, were both granted titles at the age of sixteen.

At present, there is no record of canonization at an earlier age.

"Your Highness is only thirteen years old."

Some people were whispering, their eyes full of envy.

A thirteen-year-old knight, what an honor.

Viserys walked up to his nephew and looked down at him.

If he were to be honest, he really liked this brat too much.

Brave and stubborn, with the youthful vigor and vitality.

If it were his son, the right to inherit the Iron Throne would be undisputed.

Unfortunately, the gods always love to play tricks on the world.

Aemon bowed his head as per tradition, glancing up from the corner of his eye.

Viserys sighed to himself and waved back.

Harold held up Blackfire and handed over the hilt of the sword engraved with a seven-pointed star.

"Aemon born of bronze and fire, Dragon Prince of Targaryen, heir to Runestone City, dragon slayer, warrior on earth."

Viserys drew his family sword Blackfyre and recalled his nephew's origins and title. "Today, I knight you and make you Prince of the Vale."

Aemon remained quiet, his silver-gold hair shining brightly.

"In the name of a warrior, I ask you to be brave."

Viserys placed the family sword "Blackfyre" on his nephew's right shoulder and performed the formal coronation ceremony in a very formal manner.

The clan sword "Black Fire" was moved from the right shoulder to the left shoulder.

"In the name of the Father, I ask you for justice."

In the name of the Seven Gods, restrain the knights with noble character.

Aemon listened silently, feeling the cool "black fire" moving across his shoulders.

This may have been the closest Uncle ever came to killing him.

"All right."

Viserys took back Blackfyre and said solemnly: "From this moment on, you are a true knight."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Aemon thanked him respectfully.

The enthronement ceremony is over.

Viserys looked around, put his hand on his nephew's shoulder, and lowered his voice: "As long as you nod, 'Blackfyre' will still be yours."

He believed his nephew understood what he meant.

"Uncle, I have a new sword."

Aemon smiled and stood up calmly.

The thin servant was very observant and dragged the rune giant sword to his employer.

Aemon stood straight with his rune sword slung across his back.

Viserys's face changed slightly.

When Aemon stood up, he was half a head taller than him, and his body in the tin can looked tall and mighty.

At this moment he realized that his nephew had truly grown up.

"You are my uncle and my king."

Aemon was open-hearted and assured: "I am still part of the royal family, and that will not change."

His uncle was very kind to him.

As long as this family bond lasts, he will guard the valley honestly.

Be a good nephew.

Viserys was touched and angered by these words, and he opened his arms and hugged him.

Aemon bent down obediently and rested his head on his uncle's shoulder.

clap clap clap!
The audience burst into applause, witnessing the friendship between the king and his nephew.

The united Targaryen family is unrivaled.

Ever since the death of the elderly King Jaehaerys, the Targaryen family has been in a difficult situation with a lack of successors.

His Royal Highness has risen strongly and is now the representative of the next generation.

“Hiss—”

Womisol raised his head and roared, his broad brown wings covering most of the arena, sweeping in gusts of wind.

It also celebrates the driver.

boom--

Silver Wings and Gray Shadow spewed out dragon flames, leaving a scorching waterfall in the air.

Syrax was overwhelmed by emotion and surrounded the bronze dragon.

“Hiss—”

Womisol's voice was like a loud bell. He was protected by three giant dragons, like the supreme dragon king commanding the dragons.

It is just like when you kill a glutton, you will be respected by all the dragons.

The noble lords looked up, not knowing why.

In the public eye, dragons have always been mysterious.

The appearance of dragons in groups foreshadows the rise of the Targaryen family.

Aemon looked puzzled and was keenly aware of subtle changes.

Vermithor is a dragon with extraordinary talents.

They are also the only pair of dragons that form a partnership.

There may be some individual differences between it and ordinary dragons.

A glutton similar to the dragon-eating species.

Possess a certain innate uniqueness.

……

The martial arts competition ended successfully.

evening.

Red Fort, banquet hall.

"Congratulations, Your Highness."

Aemon was surrounded by people, and Bartimos from Crab Island was the first to toast.

He was glad that he had shown his friendship early on and established a deep friendship.

His Royal Highness was promoted from a dragon prince with no fiefdom and no prefix to the official prince of River Valley Town.

It sounds like the momentum has weakened, but in fact the status has leaped forward.

The royal family member with real power.

Aemon responded one by one and finally broke free from the crowd.

When you become famous, troubles are inevitable.

"Aemon."

Allison changed into a royal blue dress and eagerly went up to meet him.

As soon as Yimon turned around, a pair of arms hugged his neck.

"Today is the happiest day since I got married. I will remember it deeply in my heart."

Allison's eyes were filled with emotion and joy, and she boldly pressed the other person into her arms.

Imon's face felt hot as he felt the soft touch.

Long-lost excessive intimacy.

My body was a little stiff, and I felt uncomfortable wherever I put my hands.

Thank you so much for Allison's generosity.

But he grew up and didn't need any thanks.

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Allison kissed her on the side of her face and said with a sweet smile, "I like the crown very much."

She still had her senses and did not let go after the kiss, rubbing the silver-gold head in her arms.

The height difference was obvious, and Eamon had to bend over.

Just like a sister hugging her brother, without any unnecessary desire.

Aemon broke free from Wenruan, looking helpless.

Allison is emotionally deficient and cannot control herself when her repressed emotions explode.

With so many people watching, it's easy for people to misunderstand.

Although I complained in my heart, my deep feelings turned into pity.

The body returns to its natural position, with both hands embracing the smooth back.

Marriage did not bring her happiness, which was very similar to her mother, Mrs. Rhea.

The difference is that one sleeps in the same bed with her husband but has different dreams, while the other simply remains a widow.

They are all poor women with unhappy marriages.

"Well, you should go and be with the people who are waiting for you."

Allison looked reluctant and slowly loosened her arms.

"Be careful not to disturb the fetus."

Aemon warned carefully, poking his flat belly with his fingers.

Allison is three months pregnant and her pregnancy is not showing yet.

"Aemon, don't touch me."

Allison glared at him reproachfully and slapped his mischievous hand away.

The warmth from his fingertips made her skin feel hot through the fabric of her skirt.

Aemon withdrew his hand in dismay.

"Go quickly, don't keep them waiting."

Allison raised her chin, as if urging her brother to go on a blind date.

Aemon obeyed and set off.

The dinner was grand and the banquet hall was packed.

Lanar and Rhaenyra sat quietly at the bottom of the table, out of tune with the lively atmosphere. "Two beautiful ladies, can I sit here?"

Aemon moved a chair and squeezed in between the two women.

"my pleasure."

Lannar has a gentle personality and a very pleasant voice.

Rhaenyra glanced at him and moved her chair aside, making way for the empty seat.

Aemon sat down calmly.

From childhood to adulthood, His Royal Highness has never lacked courage.

The main focus is to face challenges head-on.

"It's been a tiring day, eat something."

Lannar picked up some food and put it on his plate.

Iamon started eating politely.

"I poisoned it."

Lanar said the shocking words with a calm expression.

Imon paused chewing and asked in surprise, "Really?"

Lana nodded slightly.

Aemon closed his eyes and continued chewing and swallowing.

"You are not afraid?"

Lanar asked.

Yimeng swallowed the last bite and said with a smile: "You must finish the food you picked."

Lanar sighed and said regretfully, "But I really poisoned it."

Aemon's forehead was covered with sweat.

This is not the end.

Lanar chuckled, "Just kidding, idiot."

As he spoke, he picked up the same dish and ate one.

Aemon breathed a sigh of relief.

"You scared him."

Rainier rolled her eyes and was speechless.

Lanar said: "If you don't teach him a lesson, he won't learn his lesson."

Inheriting the true teachings from her mother, she is very good at training her husband.

Rainier couldn't help but say: "You are right."

Aemon the Dog was sneaking around, observing the two women's performance.

Why is there a sense of... strange harmony?

"Aemon, father is very angry."

Rainier hesitated again and again, not wanting to say anything at this time.

Aemon whispered, "What about you?"

Rhaenyra was startled when she heard this.

Even Lannar stopped moving, looking a little unnatural.

"your thoughts."

Aemon said this, but his eyes were looking at the two people.

Rhaenyra took a deep breath and stared at him straight in the eye: "Does my opinion matter to you?"

She knew that she no longer held the same position in Aemon's heart as before.

Perhaps her status was not high in the past.

Lannar was more favored than her from beginning to end.

Aemon said nothing and took her soft little hand.

This is another false proposition.

Just express it through practical actions.

Rhaenyra interlocked her fingers with him, and a warm feeling flowed through her heart.

Lannar turned her head away, raised her glass and took a sip of wine.

"Cousin, congratulations on winning the tournament championship."

Lannino hurried over with an excited smile on his face.

Rhaenyra's expression tensed, and she slid her hand away slickly.

Lannino didn't even look at it, and said excitedly: "When you have time, let's have a competition."

"Okay."

Aemon laughed.

Lannino was very happy and chatted for a while.

My cousin is so charming.

Not only is he manly, he is also skilled in martial arts.

"Lannino, do you have anything else to do?"

Lanar looked unkind.

My brother, who is from the same mother, knows what fart is even if he sticks his butt out.

Lannino shuddered and retreated with a wry smile.

The bloodline suppression is so terrifying.

Yimeng realized it later and said strangely: "He..."

"Don't drink with him, he'll get you drunk."

Lannar warned strongly.

If he gets drunk, then this man is no longer acceptable.

"I see."

Aemon felt a chill on his back and nodded rapidly.

I must have been hit hard by a lot of peach blossoms recently, both the sweet and the stinky ones are coming at me.

Terrible, terrible...

Harold came over and said, "Prince, His Majesty wants to see you."

"What can't be said here?"

Rhaenyra said nervously.

Harold said helplessly: "Don't worry Princess, it's just a normal conversation."

Rainier didn't believe it and wanted to protect her.

Yimeng held her down: "It's okay, you guys talk first."

Now that you've shown up, we'll have to talk alone sooner or later.

……

Tomb crypt.

Balerion's skull was placed on an altar, surrounded by a circle of white candles.

Aemon arrived at this time.

At a glance, I saw Uncle Viserys standing at the edge of the altar, fiddling with the candlelight with his hand.

Unlike the previous two conversations, this one took place in a crypt.

"Uncle."

Aemon was the first to speak.

Viserys gazed at the dragon skull and said wistfully, "Balerion was the last creature left of old Valyria before the Doom."

"Its greatness and flaws, what do you think of when you see a dragon?"

Yimon was a little surprised, and said honestly: "I have never had the honor to see it."

Balerion is a legendary dragon that was hatched in old Valyria and migrated to Dragonstone with Aenar the Exile.

There were originally five dragons, and the remaining four died for unknown reasons.

Balerion became the swan song of old Valyria.

The eldest uncle had been the last rider of Balerion.

"answer me."

Viserys turned, his expression serious. "This is important. What did you see?"

Yimon was slightly startled and realized that his uncle was not joking and really wanted to hear his opinion.

Views on dragons.

Viserys stared at him, signaling his nephew that he could speak.

Yimeng thought for a moment and said seriously: "It's us, the family."

The reason why the Targaryen family has achieved its current glory is all due to the giant dragons in the family.

The Dragon King's family is no different from ordinary people after losing their dragon.

"Yes."

Viserys smiled a little and warned, "Dragons are our protection, but riding them is an illusion."

"Dragons are dangerous forces. They were responsible for the destruction of Old Valyria."

"We must learn from history and use the power in our hands with caution."

Aemon nodded in agreement. "I will."

He didn't quite understand what his uncle meant by this.

Is he guarding against the three dragons under his command, or does he really want to tell himself to be steady.

Viserys gave the answer: "Without dragons, we are just ordinary people. Only Targaryens who understand this are worthy of approaching the Iron Throne."

When Aemon heard this, he knew that the key moment had come.

"I asked you a question, do you have the answer now?"

Viserys looked at his nephew with high hopes: "Unlike on dragon's back, the Iron Throne is the most dangerous position and needs to be guarded by one person."

Eamonn did not hesitate: "My answer remains the same."

He does not accept any kidnapping.

Viserys was annoyed. "You will marry Rhaenyra, won't you?"

"of course."

Eamon admitted.

"You still wish to marry Laena?" Viserys asked.

Aemon nodded.

Viserys said seriously, "Do you know the consequences of marrying two wives at the same time?"

“I think it’s time to change some things.”

Aemon's eyes were deep.

The family lacks cohesion and keeps falling into internal strife.

The Faith of the Seven suppresses the Targaryens, so we should strike back at it to gain more privileges.