Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 168: Viserys: "I have the strength and the means!"

Climb down from the dragon's back and meet Rhaenyra.

"Aemon, you're back?"

Surprised, Rhaenyra stepped forward quickly.

"That's right, the King is back again!"

Aemon smiled.

Rhaenyra looked suspicious.

She didn't know that her father had secretly sent several letters to Aemon.

Only then did I coax him back.

"Are you going out?"

Aemon moved closer and could smell the faint scent of dragon on the other person.

"No."

Rainier pushed him away in disgust, her eyes sharp: "What's going on between you and Jenny?"

"Uh……"

Eamon hesitated for a fraction of a second.

"I advise you to think it over carefully before you speak."

Rhaenyra's eyes were calm, as if she could see through his heart.

She's not that gullible anymore.

Aemon smiled awkwardly and sweat dropped all over his body.

How do I explain this?

I'm afraid I'll get beaten if I tell you.

Rhaenyra sighed deeply: "Forget it, I guessed it."

Aemon loves mature women, a secret known to all the Seven Kingdoms.

She admitted that Jenny was somewhat pretty.

"You're angry?"

Aemon tilted his head.

"Ah."

Rhaenyra nodded seriously.

Eamon: ...

As soon as I arrived in King's Landing, I showed off my power.

"Let's go, don't just stand there."

Rhaenyra was helpless.

More than a month had passed since the incident, and she had almost digested it.

Aemon inherited his uncle Daemon's romantic temperament.

She knew it from the beginning.

Aemon was held by the hand and walked towards the white wheel palace parked nearby.

I felt mixed for a while.

He thought of his childhood.

When he and Rhaenyra first came to the dragon's lair, they also held hands.

At that time, Rhaenyra was taller than him and led him by the hand.

In a blink of an eye, he was already more than a head taller than Rhaenyra.

It was Rhaenyra who led him by the hand.

Aemon lowered his eyes and rubbed his white fingers that were hooked together with his fingertips.

Rhaenyra had changed.

It seems not so stupid, and there is a bit more maternal tolerance.

"Did you know that Syrax is about to lay eggs?"

Rhaenyra climbed the steps to the wheelhouse and looked back to share the joy.

"Can you give me one?"

Aemon opened his mouth.

Rhaenyra's face turned from sunny to cloudy: "No!"

Aemon smiled awkwardly.

"Prince and Princess, let's go."

Sir Steve drove.

Not long after.

The Red Fort Gate is right in front of us.

Lenira stood up to get out of the car, but her white little hand was grabbed.

Looking back in doubt.

Yimeng held his small hands with his big hands, rubbed them on his cheeks, and said seriously: "I brought you a small gift."

When Rhaenyra heard this, she was startled and her eyes rippled slightly.

After hesitating for a moment, he couldn't help but say: "I just finished digging out dragon shit."

Aemon was petrified on the spot.

"Syrax is going to lay eggs, and I have to check the dragon droppings that are suspected to be incubators one by one."

Rhaenyra said innocently.

"Rhaenyra, you will lose me."

Aemon was full of resentment.

"Oh~"

Renira's face was expressionless.

The hiccup passed quickly.

Entering the Red Keep, the two went their separate ways.

……

The queen's chamber.

Allison walked slowly, with little Darren, who was not even a year old, in her arms.

"I heard the dragon roar."

Viserys had a complicated expression.

He leaned back on the couch with a half-full glass of red wine in front of him.

"Isn't it just in time that Eamon is back?"

Allison's eyes sparkled with a hint of joy.

"That boy is a troublemaker."

Viserys had a headache.

He loves and hates this nephew.

Mingming is smart and brave, with "Lament" and "Lady of Loneliness" in his hands, and "Bronze Fury" Wormisol under his crotch.

But it's too much of a jerk.

He even went so far as to declare himself king and occupy a valley that was one of the seven realms.

Damon didn't dare to do so.

"Viserys, accept this."

Allison persuaded.

"What else? Do you think I'll write to give him a chance to come back."

Viserys was annoyed.

Allison's eyes were clear as she gently put down her half-asleep son and walked to a nearby chair and sat down.

The two faced each other.

Alicent asked, "Do you think it would be better to call Aemon back or leave him in the Vale?"

Viserys fell silent.

He understands everything.

The kingdom needs a pillar.

But he was very upset, feeling frustrated that he had energy but nowhere to put it.

dong dong!

There was a knock on the door and Sir Harold spoke.

"Your Majesty, Aemon Targaryen wishes to see you."

The names have changed.

Viserys' eyes hesitated, the words stuck in his mouth.

"Come in!"

Allison whispered.

Squeak!

The door opened and a familiar figure stood in front of it.

Viserys narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Uncle."

Aemon greets.

"Ah."

Viserys nodded reluctantly.

Beside him, Allison looked nervous and secretly picked at her nails.

She really wanted to ask her father how Otto was doing.

As my husband was present, I couldn't interfere.

Viserys noticed her anxiety and asked, "What about Otto? What did you do with him?"

"well enough."

Eamonn glanced up, not daring to meet Allison's gaze.

At this time, Moon Gate Castle.

In the cold dungeon, a pile of moldy straw was laid in the corner.

A figure sat hunched on the ground with his head buried in his arms.

Otto seemed to realize something and looked up at the only remaining palm-sized window in the cell.

The sunlight shone on his face, revealing his unkempt appearance, dishevelled hair and untidy beard.

Otto looked listless and his face looked a little haggard.

This is in stark contrast to the high-spirited mood of more than a month ago.

Clang!

"dinner time!"

The jailer knocked on the door violently, reached into the cell with a large ladle, and scooped a spoonful of potato and vegetable soup into the broken bowl.

At first glance, it looks like kitchen swill.

Return to the Red Keep.

Imon patted his chest and assured: "Otto will not suffer."

If he offends the King of the Valley, he will suffer endlessly.

Alison was still worried and said in a dilemma: "Eamon, you should let my father go."

"Yes," said Aemon.

"You bastard, Otto is the chancellor."

Viserys' temper flared up, and he asked without interruption: "You kidnapped Otto because you are dissatisfied with me?"

"Don't dare."

Aemon pouted.

"That's right!"

Viserys was furious.

Aemon sighed and said, "Uncle, the people of the Vale forced me to be king. You can find me back if you insist, but sending Otto to provoke me is wrong."

At such a critical moment, how could he dare to go back to King's Landing.

Whoever is detained will be held responsible.

On the contrary, Otto fell into his hands, adding a bargaining chip.

The imperial meeting could be held without a treacherous minister who fanned the flames.

"I don't want to hear your excuses. You have one month to return Otto intact."

Viserys was tough for once, and he scolded: "There will be a royal meeting later, and you must be present."

After saying that, he left angrily.

Aemon stepped out of the way.

"Humph!"

Viserys didn't look happy from beginning to end.

Aemon blinked, feeling warm inside.

Uncle still loves him.

……

One p.m.

The imperial conference was held.

A rectangular conference table with seats on all four sides.

Viserys sat in a corner by the window, twirling an emerald ring on his thumb.

Tailan sat opposite.

There are three chairs on the left, with Prime Minister Leonor sitting in the first one, and behind it is the crown prince's seat for Rainiera.

There are also three on the right side. The first one is empty, and the ones behind it are Grand Secretary Melos and Finance Minister Lin Man.

"Aemon has returned to King's Landing. I recommend that he be placed under house arrest."

Leonor said cautiously.

"Sir Otto is still in his possession, I'm afraid for the purpose of negotiation."

Meros shook his head slowly.

The conversation represented two attitudes within the court.

dong dong!

There was a knock on the hall door and Aemon appeared out of nowhere.

Meros took a glance and immediately lowered his head.

"His Majesty?"

Leonor frowned deeply, clearly doubtful.

"come in."

Viserys glanced past the impatient Hand, opting for a gentler approach.

Lionel couldn't help but stare at Imon vigilantly.

"The people of the Vale call me the King of the Vale, but they still serve the Iron Throne."

Aemon looked around and took the lead in expressing his opinion.

See that my nephew didn't make any trouble.

Viserys's expression improved slightly, at least he saved some face for himself.

"Okay, stop talking nonsense."

Viserys thought for a moment and decided, "Didn't the Arryns of the Eyrie be incorporated?"

"From then on, the Warden of the East was entrusted to Aemon and his descendants, and their titles were raised from Prince of Dale to Prince of the Vale, ruling the Vale for the Iron Throne."

"His Majesty!"

Leonor was stunned.

Isn’t this self-deception?

There are rumors outside that the King of the Valley will make the Valley independent from the Seven Kingdoms.

When it came to the king's mouth, it was changed to Prince of the Valley.

"I believe in him!"

Viserys interrupted with a complicated expression: "We can give the Vale some autonomy as appropriate, just like Dorne is incorporated into the Seven Kingdoms in advance."

Aemon's eyes flickered.

The implication is that he continues to be the king of his valley.

Externally, he is called the Prince of the Vale, the same as the Prince of Dorne, but in reality he is the independent ruler of the Vale.

"What do you think?"

Viserys looked at his silent nephew with an unfriendly look.

"I have no objection," said Yimeng.

It's just a title.

He was originally called the King of the Valley in order to win over the hearts of the people in the valley.

Just call them what they should be called in the valley, and maintain some respect for the royal family outside.

"sit down."

Viserys's expression softened slightly.

I’m afraid that my nephew won’t know what’s good for him and will keep harping on the issue of how to address him.

Then it will be difficult for him.

Aemon took a seat.

He sat in the empty seat on the left, just below Renira.

The king spoke himself, and no one dared to mention the valley again.

The topic turned to sea snakes.

"Your Majesty, the marriage between the Sea Serpents and the Baratheon family has greatly strengthened the family's power."

Tailan reports.

Viserys's brows knitted into a knot.

The sea serpents have taken over Tyrosh and have formed an alliance with the Baratheon family.

The combination of the two families was able to quell the reactionary forces in the city-state and rule for a short period of time.

"Your Majesty, since the sea snakes can form a marriage alliance, we should also respond."

Leonor suggested.

"Oh?"

Viserys is unclear
Lyonor said nothing and looked at the two Targaryens on his right.

Aemon was acutely aware.

"Yes, that's a good suggestion."

Viserys smiled and made the decision: "The day after tomorrow, Rhaenyra and Aemon will be engaged, and the good news will be spread throughout the Seven Kingdoms."

Upon hearing this, Rainier quickly turned her head to look at her father.

Viserys affirmed.

Rhaenyra was surprised and looked at Aemon again.

Aemon rested his chin on his hand and smiled, "I agree."

A naked political deal.

The uncle didn't care about the independence of the valley, he would have been engaged to Rhaenyra immediately.

With the news that the King of the Vale is engaged to the heir to the Iron Throne, all previous negative influences can be reduced to the bottom.

At the same time, it is also a means to deter sea snakes and Duke Beaumond.

The royal family now has a top dragon rider.

Limit the war to the other side of the Strait and don't even think about setting foot in the Seven Kingdoms.

Viserys knew his nephew was smart, so he said bluntly, "When you are engaged, you will be eligible to join the small council. Stay in King's Landing and share my worries."

Completely dead.

Of course, the benefits have to be mentioned.

In front of the ministers, he promised: "I will enthrone you as the Prince of the Valley, and let you rule the Valley legitimately."

Aemon accepted it calmly.

"You should prepare more. Time is short and the task is heavy."

Viserys patted his daughter's shoulder and stood up to leave the hall.

He has to prepare for the engagement party as soon as possible.

Suppress this political turmoil.

Yimon sat still, looking at his uncle's back.

His eyes sparkled.

(End of this chapter)