Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 15 Number of Guards 1

Chapter 15 Number of Guards +1
The king's wish cannot be refused.

Viserys was very satisfied and laughed: "Great, do you, the commander of the Iron Guard, have any recommendations for candidates?"

"Uh……"

Harold was speechless for a moment, and his mind was quickly sorting out the thoughts.

The Kingsguard are judged by their strength of military power. Now that he is old, he usually follows the king and the princess.

Among the other Iron Guards, Cole's fighting power is undoubtedly the highest.

He once defeated the Cargall brothers, who were also members of the Kingsguard, in a tournament. This was the peak of his martial arts skills.

However, Cole is favored by the princess and is recognized as the "Princess's Iron Guard".

Harold frowned, struggling over who to choose.

Apart from him and Cole, Sir Lorente and the Cagel brothers are equally skilled and are both capable of taking on ten people at once.

Their contribution is indispensable to protecting the king.

Of the remaining two...

Finally, Harold thought of a candidate and whispered in the king's ear.

"It's him."

Viserys suddenly realized what was going on and called out to one of the white knights guarding the door, "Ser Steffan, your king needs you."

Aemon had no choice but to look towards the door.

The two white knights, one on the left and one on the right, turned around when they heard the sound.

Aemon could see clearly that on the right was the white knight who had driven the wheel to greet him during the day.

"Your Majesty, what do you want?"

Sir Steve Ducklin strode up, his manner sincere.

Viserys straightened his clothes and said seriously, "From today on, I want you to serve as Aemon Targaryen's knight instructor and help him become a true knight."

"Teach Prince Aemon?"

Sir Steve was stunned. He had never heard of such a thing.

After explaining the task, Viserys said, "If you have any inconvenience, you can tell me."

"Speak freely," Harold interrupted with a serious look on his face.

Steve reacted quickly and said solemnly: "It is an honor, Your Majesty."

The king is a very tolerant man and takes into account the wishes of those around him.

But when wearing a white robe, one cannot allow selfish thoughts to get in the way.

"very good."

Viserys patted his arm and looked at his nephew: "How about this White Knight teaching you from now on?"

A Kingsguard is a heavyweight.

"It's my honor too." Imon stood up, his chubby face looking very serious.

This matter cannot be refused, and there is no reason to refuse it.

In this era, the Kingsguard is still of high quality, unlike those messy and useless members in later generations.

While they are still young, they need such a loyal and brave protector.

At worst, I won't say bad things about my uncle behind his back, but I can do something small behind people's back.

"Haha, that's good."

Viserys smiled widely. The more he looked at his nephew, the more he liked him. He felt indescribable joy in his heart.

After all, they are blood relatives.

In order to secure his position on the Iron Throne, he had been indifferent to his young nephew and failed to fulfill his responsibilities as an uncle.

Now that his family has grown, it's time for him to take care of his nephew.

Look at that chubby, white face, so adorable no matter how you look at it.

He is much more sensible than his rude and bastard brother.

Eamon continued to eat.

"What a good boy," Viserys thought to himself very young.

……

the next day.

A naming-day celebration for little Aegon's second birthday was held as a warm-up for the upcoming Royal Hunt.

Guests from all parties arrived one after another, making the Red Fort packed with people.

“Yeah~~”

A large group of princes and nobles gathered together to tease the protagonist of today's banquet.

Little Aegon was held in the arms of the fat maid, while Alison looked after him from the side, smiling and showing him off to the onlookers for praise.

Sometimes he says his hair looks like his father’s, sometimes he says his eyes look like his father’s.

"His nose looks like mine, too, doesn't it?"

Viserys held the wine glass in one hand and pinched his eldest son's face with the other, making the little thing scream.

Imon was sitting at the table filled with delicious delicacies, eating with his plate in hand.

No one knows him, so just be casual.

Watch the fun and enjoy the food at the same time.

"Prince, you are still growing, so you should eat small meals frequently." Sir Steve, who was wearing silver armor and a white robe, was standing nearby and thought it necessary to give him a reminder.

Aemon raised his head, the corners of his mouth stained with sticky jam, and smiled innocently, "Okay, sir."

I just had enough.

Sir Steve nodded slightly, and his embarrassment faded a lot.

He had heard about the conflict between Prince Aemon and Cole yesterday, and thought it would be an unreasonable little devil.

Now it seems that we get along well.

Yimon wiped the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief. He didn't know what the other person was thinking, otherwise he would definitely tell him.

It’s too early for you to be happy!
Speaking of which, Sir Steve is still very trustworthy.

Yimon glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw the other person's haggard face that was inconsistent with his age.

In appearance, he is not as scary as Gunthor, nor as handsome as the Seagull Knight.

He is relatively short in stature, has an ordinary appearance, and always looks serious with a frown on his face.

Looks pretty reliable.

"Now you are under my command." Aemon said happily.

After eating and drinking, I looked for a familiar figure in the hall.

Rhaenyra had promised to take him to the dragon's lair yesterday, and she had not forgotten it.

"Eh, no?"

Aemon took a quick look around, but there was no sign of Rhaenyra.

Just then, a figure came in from outside, walked through the guests coming and going, and hurriedly found the king.

Viserys had coaxed his son and was happily enjoying the flattery of his ministers.

"Your Majesty, there is urgent military information from the Stone Steps Islands."

Tyran Lannister came closer and reported in a low voice.

Viserys turned and saw his Lord High Admiral.

He has a tall figure, wears luxurious black clothes, has blond hair combed neatly back, and his handsome face is full of solemnity.

"His Majesty……"

Tailan spoke again, wanting to tell about the battle in the Stone Steps Islands.

Viserys waved his hand and interrupted directly: "Taelan, we don't want to talk about this today."

"But." Tailan was stunned.

"Let Sea Snake and Damon worry about it first."

Viserys paid no heed and turned to pick up some delicious food, not wanting to cause any more trouble.

Sitting at the table, Aemon saw everything.

Viserys noticed him, too, and gave his nephew a kind smile.

Aemon smiled back and left the table.

It concerns Damon, but he is not very worried.

Although the guy who feeds crabs is difficult to deal with, he still can't escape the fate of being killed.

They had not walked far when Viserys was annoyed by Tyran who had caught up with him and started yelling at him, claiming that he was looking for his daughter.

"I'll go look for it."

Hearing the voice, Allison roughly guessed where Rainier was.

The two are childhood friends and have a common secret base.

However, after marrying Viserys and giving birth to a child, Rhaenyra's position as crown prince was shaken, and the relationship between the two gradually drifted apart.

Rhaenyra was not there, probably because she was escaping.

Eamon's eyes lit up, and he was about to say that he and Allison would go to look for him together, but he was told to help look after the child.

"No, I can't."

Aemon was bitter all the time, he was still just a child.

“Yeah~~”

Little Aegon was forced into his arms, and he cried out in resistance with his little face covered.

"Don't make a fuss. I resist it too."

Aemon frowned, very reluctant.

Little Yigeng was not convinced and struggled hard: "Ah ah~~"

"Speak human language." Aemon's face darkened.

A two-year-old is still crying, do you think you are the newborn Helena?

“Yeah~~”