Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 142: Viserys: "It's so good, so good!"

Such a shameless scene is simply despised.

There was a struggle in Rhaenyra's eyes, she gritted her teeth and walked to the bed and sat down.

My scalp tingles with shame.

But when he saw Lannar sitting there with a clear conscience, he felt like refusing to admit defeat.

Aemon's eyes lit up, and he immediately pulled Rhaenyra, who was half a body length away from him, into his arms.

He held Lanaar in his right hand and Rhaenyra in his left.

Life seems to have reached its peak.

Aemon felt two different kinds of warmth, smiling so hard that he couldn't open his eyes.

He is playing both sides and is not stabbed, so he is still alive!

"Aemon, you're very pleased with yourself, aren't you?"

Lannar narrowed her eyes and deliberately lengthened her magnetic voice.

Yimeng's eyes suddenly became clear and he shook his head vigorously: "No, absolutely not."

"Oh~~"

Lanar glanced at Rhaenyra, who was pretending to be a quail. Her beautiful eyes flickered a few times, and a smile appeared on the corner of her lips. "Aemon, what have I taught you about getting along with girls?"

The voice was unspeakably gentle, yet contained a hint of danger.

Eamon sat up straight and replied, "You have to be patient with girls and don't mess around."

"Well, what else?"

Lannar tilted her head and stared at the handsome profile.

Yimeng felt a chill on his back, and said sternly: "Respect the wishes of the girl's son, listen more to his heart, and avoid unnecessary misunderstandings."

"Very good~~"

Lanar nodded her chin in satisfaction and suddenly asked, "What should you do now?"

Aemon's eyes darted around, worried about his situation.

His Royal Highness the Prince is good at fighting, but he likes to be passive in relationships.

Fortunately, the key to the problem was found.

Aemon gave up the warm embrace and instead held two smooth hands, focusing on explaining and comforting Rhaenyra.

Rhaenyra was silent, only nodding occasionally in response.

Something that was expected.

She kept telling herself in her heart that she was destined to sit on the Iron Throne and become the Queen, and her conditions were no worse than those of Lannar, and she was still behind when she would exert her strength.

Aemon said softly, placing his two hands on his chest.

Just explain it, no need to say sorry.

Feeling the fire in each other's blood is a more complete communication than words.

Lannar returned to silence, leaning her head against the broad chest.

Rhaenyra glanced at him and leaned to the other side unwillingly.

Aemon cherished this moment of peace, pressing his cheek against Laena's forehead and pinching Laena's tender white hand.

In any case, he is the one who is in debt in the relationship.

Then it should be better for both partners.

My mother, Mrs. Rhea, once said that men can drink and party excessively and stay out all night.

But the shoulders cannot just be able to carry a woman's thighs, they must also be able to bear the burden of the family.

Damon is the guy who can't bear the burden of his family.

Aemon would not go along with him.

dong dong!

There was a knock on the half-open door and a deep voice was heard.

"Prince, Her Majesty the Queen wants to see you."

Aemon looked up in surprise, gently let go of the two silver-haired beauties, walked over and opened the door.

The man who came was a Kingsguard in silver armor and white robes, tall and sturdy.

He has a tough and meticulous appearance, with a clean-cut bald head and a short beard on his chin.

Aemon knew him; they were acquaintances.

Senior Kingsguard Lorent Marbrand.

Born in the Marbrand family of the Westerly Sealed City, he is one of the oldest members of the Kingsguard. His martial arts skills are slightly inferior to Cole, but he acts more steadily.

During the Dance with the Dragons, he served as the Commander of the Queen's Guard of the Black Party.

"Alison wants to see me, so early?"

Aemon wondered.

Laurent said seriously: "I don't know. Her Majesty the Queen also called a few little princes."

"Thanks for your hard work."

Aemon pondered for a moment, thinking that it must be a good thing that Alison called him.

Grand Maester Melos knew of his uncle's tacit approval, and turned around and told Allison that it was normal.

Alison asked him to win over people's feelings, and she was equally impeccable.

After Aemon figured it out, he said hello to Lanar and the others and went out.

boom!
Lorente glanced around the room and sensibly closed the door.

Then, the guard stood at the door.

There are seven Kingsguards in total.

Except for Sir Harold, the commander of the Iron Guard, he has always been the king's personal guard.

He was the one who closed the door to the tomb last night.

Unfortunately, the Cagell brothers were seriously injured by Cole, and Cole was injured in the head by His Royal Highness the Prince, so Sir Stephen, their best friend, was often sent to the valley.

He and another member of the Kingsguard, Ser Willy Weir, took over the responsibility of protecting the princess and Her Majesty the Queen respectively.

"Alas, women are trouble, and the oath of the White Knight is worth keeping."

Lorente sighed helplessly.

……

The king's palace.

Viserys was eating breakfast by the fire in his brown silk pajamas.

"Stop, your majesty is still resting."

"Don't stop me, White Knight."

"..."

There was a quarrel outside the door, and it sounded like Harold and the sea snake Collis who were guarding the door.

"what happened?"

Viserys put down his knife and fork with a frown halfway through his meal.

He had a feeling that trouble was coming.

boom!
The door was pushed open heavily and Collis rushed in aggressively.

Harold looked unfriendly and drew his sword from his waist.

"Wait, close the door."

Viserys stopped him in time, waving his hand to signal for a private conversation.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Harold held his temper and gave Collis a warning glare before closing the door.

Corliss snorted coldly and asked aggressively: "Your Majesty, can you tell me how you arranged Aemon Targaryen's marriage?"

He had heard rumors early on that the king had rejected many noble proposals.

Some of them proposed to Princess Rhaenyra, but more proposed to Prince Aemon.

It is not difficult to see that the king took the initiative.

"Don't be in a hurry, sit down and talk slowly."

Viserys remained calm and asked the other party to sit down first.

Collis moved a chair and started again: "Half the Vale and half the Crownland know that Lanar and Aemon are close friends. Do you want to break up the newlyweds?"

He retained what little sanity he had left and did not go on a real rampage.

But when he thought about the possibility that his daughter might be toyed with and abandoned, he couldn't help but question her face to face.

"Rhaenyra and Aemon are equally close. This is known to all the Seven Kingdoms!"

Viserys's face darkened, and he spoke matter-of-factly, then warned, "I will not tear anyone apart, nor will I allow anyone to interfere."

The sea snake has been indulged for too long and has forgotten the etiquette between a ruler and his subjects.

If it wasn't for maintaining peace, the other party's head should be chopped off the moment he broke into the door.

After hearing this, Collis's furious mind calmed down a little, and he figured out the deeper meaning of the king's words.

It won’t tear anyone apart…?
Collis was shocked, and considering his wife's indifferent attitude during the tournament, he immediately guessed that the cousins ​​had reached some kind of unspeakable tacit understanding.

They want to train a conqueror!
When he thought of this, Corliss' pupils trembled, and he couldn't believe it and said, "Viserys, are you willing to do this?!"

Choosing Princess Rainier as the crown prince was already a heresy.

And he allowed Wang Fuduo to marry another wife with a distinguished family background. Aren't you afraid of backlash?

In excitement, he even called out the other person's name.

Viserys was very calm: "Blood does not lie. The master of the Iron Throne is still my blood."

He pressed his daughter to get married as soon as possible, all in order to find a powerful ally to support Rhaenyra.

Support Rhaenyra, support his willful choices, and have the strength to fight against Oldtown Hightower.

This is the first factor that Mrs. Wang considers when making her selection.

And after that, character and loyalty are indispensable.

Duke Jason of the West and his brother Daemon are both lunatics who covet the position of Crown Prince Rhaenyra.

On the contrary, his nephew Aemon showed from the beginning to the end that he looked down on the Iron Throne.

Yes, I didn’t like it at all.

Isn't this great?

As long as he and Rhaenyra have children, even if Rhaenyra is sidelined or even usurped, the owner of the Iron Throne will still be his grandson/granddaughter.

More importantly, the current royal family really needs the support of his nephew Aemon.

He would live at least another twenty years, long enough for Allison's sons and daughters to grow up.

By then, it was clear whether his nephew Aemon was reliable, and the royal family had the ability to protect itself.

A dead chess game can be revived.

He had a good plan, but it disrupted the plans of others.

Collis' eyes were blazing with fire, and he said through his teeth: "You mean to let my daughter share a husband with someone else?"

"Miss Lannar is ready to marry, and I am willing to act as a matchmaker for House Velaryon."

Viserys chuckled.

Anyway, we have already fallen out, so who cares about your threats?

"You are raising a tiger to cause trouble!!"

Collis was about to explode.

"Wrong, it's a dragon."

Viserys waved his hand to stop him, and said seriously: "It is better to raise a real dragon than to let a poisonous snake go."

Collis ignored the sarcasm and angrily asked, "What's wrong with the marriage I proposed?"

His daughter married Aemon and his son married Rhaenyra.

The strong combination of the two families will bring greater stability and be more conducive to inheritance.

Viserys' eyes turned cold, but he still had some anger. He growled, "Because of my cousin Rhaenys, the Velaryon family has already sucked enough blood from the Targaryen family. How long do you want to greedily 'inherit'?!"

Collis was stunned by the shouting and stared at the person in front of him.

Is this still the weak "young king", Viserys I, who had a flattering smile on his face every day?
Viserys was venting his anger halfway, of course he couldn't stop: "If your daughter marries Aemon, her offspring can still have a dragon egg."

"No matter which master's daughter your son marries, his descendants will never be able to touch a single scale of the dragon."

As he spoke, Viserys' momentum became more and more fierce, pointing at the other's nose: "Of course, this conclusion is based on the mercy of the gods. Your son still has the ability to give birth to offspring."

As soon as these words came out, Collis's expression changed instantly.

If what was just now was a warning and a threat, then what is now is a naked sarcasm.

Directly expose the weaknesses of the Velaryon family and drag them out into the sun.

"Lannino is a man, and a dragon rider."

Collis' face turned black as he defended his son.

"haha, really?"

Viserys lowered his eyes and sneered: "He is not even a knight. You have raised him into a man who is not a man."

boom!
Corliss could no longer bear it and slammed the table and stood up: "Viserys, you will regret this!"

After saying this, he didn't want to stay in this bedroom for a moment, so he slammed the door and left.

How could Viserys fall behind? He shouted, "Corliss, I am the king!"

boom!
The door was shut heavily, and the door frame was shaking a little.

Viserys was the only one left in the room, his calm mood changing from excitement to relief, his chest rising and falling with his breaths.

Seven levels of hell!
After being king for so many years, today is the happiest day.

Damn sea snake!
Relying on marrying his cousin Rhaenys and adding two dragon riders to his family, he dared to challenge the royal family who was the king.

Now that the nephew has grown up, he has replaced his father Damon and formed a new deterrent.

If the sea snake dares to act presumptuously again, he will pay the price.

……

The queen's chamber.

Iamon forced a smile and held the little Princess Helena in his arms.

The little girl had fair skin, fluffy silver-gold curly hair, and her two chubby hands were clenched into balls.

Aemon looked down at her and met her large lavender eyes.

Helena was dumbfounded, and suddenly said: "Wheat sprouts grow out of the ashes."

"Ok?"

Aemon's expression was subtle, these were fragments of his dream.

"what do you know?"

Aemon asked curiously.

The little girl shook her head, her chubby face trembled slightly, and her little body shrank into a white ball.

"Aemon, leave her to me."

Allison came over and said with an awkward smile, "Helena always says weird things, but she means well."

In the bedroom, Aemon was sitting on the carpet with little Aegon beside him holding a stone sculpture of a dragon, trying to fool his younger brother Aemond in a very professional manner.

Emond listened to his brother's bragging with a serious look on his face.

Allison had a simple purpose in asking Eamonn to come, which was to increase the interaction among the children and let her daughter get closer to them.

It's very boring to be together, but fortunately both sides are patient.

Aemonn, with a little girl missing from his arms, reminded, "Alison, you should listen to her more."

Targaryen's special talent "Dreamer".

He himself was a dreamer, and occasionally had prophetic dreams.

Helena, perhaps.

“I listened carefully, but I couldn’t understand most of it.”

Allison held her fair and tender daughter in her arms, her face full of helplessness.

Helena lay in her mother's arms, her little face almost wrinkled into a bun.

"Then be more tolerant of her and encourage her to speak more."

Aemon considered.

It’s hard to imagine that the dreamer talent that my uncle has been pursuing is among his children.

Just like he didn't give power to his eldest daughter, Rhaenyra, he didn't really understand his youngest daughter, Helena.

Of course, dreamers have different talents.

He has nightmares and is more traditional.

Helena doesn't seem to dream, but can see certain clips by just daydreaming.

"I will."

Allison forced a smile.

Judging from her expression, she didn't take it to heart.

Yimeng shook his head and changed the subject: "Are there any strange people recently?"

The Green Party’s children are still too young, and each of them is a carrot head.

Take some time to get in touch with them slowly.

Allison was stunned by the question, and after thinking about it, she thought of someone: "Laris has seen me."

Imon was immediately alert: "What's wrong with him?"

Larris "Bentfoot" is no good.

Allison looked embarrassed and hesitated for only a second: "He gave me advice to help you marry Miss Lanner."

She guessed that Larris was a dark-minded person, and it was hard to imagine that Prime Minister Leonor gave birth to such a son.

The plan is not bad and can hit Rainier.

But he failed and almost ruined Eamon.

Alison no longer trusted him.

Soon, under Imon's questioning, he explained the entire process of the meeting and conversation with Laris.

A total betrayal.

Aemon remained silent, his eyes becoming increasingly profound.

He was right.

Besides Grand Maester Melos, the old dog, there were other evil spirits around Allison.

(End of this chapter)