Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 195: Deep Feelings, the Concept of a Subordinate State

"Who?"

Viserys' curiosity was piqued.

"Let me make it clear first, you are not allowed to be angry."

Aemon's eyes rolled and he moved back a little on his chair.

“Why am I angry?”

Viserys smiled.

Glancing at his daughter, he saw that Rhaenyra looked calm and concluded that it was not a serious matter.

"Okay, then I'll say it."

Aemon summoned up his courage and spoke quickly, "Alexandra of Sunspear, only daughter and heir of Prince Keoren."

As soon as the words fell, the air fell silent.

Viserys's face froze, and the glass of wine he had just raised to his lips paused.

Rhaenyra looked sharply at Aemon.

This was not discussed beforehand!
"Uncle, please listen to my explanation first."

Seeing that things were not going well, Yimon hurriedly explained the whole process.

Why did they break into Sunspear City to negotiate trade and marriage?

After hearing this, Viserys's expression gradually improved and he drank the wine that was brought to his mouth.

Fortunately, my nephew is not crazy.

Making big promises and writing empty checks are all for the purpose of buying time.

"What do you think?"

Aemon asked tentatively.

Viserys shook his head and said solemnly, "There can be no reconciliation between the Iron Throne and Dorne, let alone a marriage."

Hearing this, Yimon understood.

The hatred between the two sides is too deep. Even if the Iron Throne wants peace, the vassal states will not agree.

"And one more thing."

Viserys looked unhappy, and said to Rhaenyra: "Aegon and the others are your brothers and sisters. I have given you all I can. Show some generosity as a brother and sister should."

When Rhaenyra heard this, she was stunned and her beautiful eyes widened.

It wasn't her!
Eamon: ...

Who did the uncle choose? He didn't say.

"Humph!"

Viserys ignored his daughter's disapproval and snorted heavily.

He spent the first half of his life focusing on having a son.

After Emma's death, he came to his senses.

He gives most of his affection to his eldest daughter and nephew.

Of the remaining children, only the eldest son Aegon received more of his attention, and the rest were left to Alicent's care.

Aegon was the eldest son of the kingdom, one of the honorable ones of the royal family.

If he married a girl from the Martell family, he would bear the infamy of the Seven Kingdoms and would have no chance of taking the Iron Throne.

Whoever's idea it was, he didn't want to go that far.

A moment of silence.

Viserys glared at his nephew and said unhappily, "Are you willing to take advantage of the Dornish to attack Myr?"

"The Dornish are just like the motto of the Martell family. They are indomitable. Military conquest is not as good as a gentle policy, which subtly changes the prejudices in the hearts of the Dornish people."

Aemon said sincerely.

"Crooked."

Viserys disagrees, saying, "Prejudice in the heart of man is like a mountain."

"If you don't agree, forget it."

Eamon was helpless.

The Dornish were influenced by the traditions of the Rhoynar, and that was the toughest nut to crack.

The gains from military conquest are far less than the losses from war.

It's a pity to throw it away, but it's tasteless to eat.

There is no need for a conciliatory policy. Only a fool would rush forward.

Viserys didn't care about that and warned: "The Strait of Mir is already chaotic enough. The Dornishmen are not trustworthy. You should not start a war again."

Refers to declaring war on Myr.

Yimon's face fell, and he was unwilling to do so: "Uncle, Myr is easy to defeat. We can defeat it in one go."

"You think you are the reincarnation of a conqueror. You can conquer a free trade city-state just like that?"

Viserys' eyes widened.

"Uncle, am I not as good as the conqueror in my heart?"

Aemon was not angry, but pretended to be sad to gain sympathy.

When dealing with your uncle who is sentimental, it is better to be soft than to be hard.

After going through the whole "good nephew process" of crying and begging for mercy and showing loyalty, the uncle is already confused.

"This……"

Sure enough, Viserys felt guilty.

To be fair, my nephew's record is impressive.

At the age of 8, he tamed the "Bronze Fury" Wormisol, and at the age of 12, he built cities and towns, and fought the "Battle of Pentos" against the pirates of the Three Women's Kingdoms.

He unified the Valley at the age of 14, occupied the Stepstones at the age of 15, and liberated New Ghis and Astapor successively.

Until now, he is still a minor under the age of 16.

If it is recorded in history books, it is quite an explosive existence.

But in everything, we must look beyond the material appearance.

Behind all the actions of my nephew, he does it for his own benefit.

A brilliant record is not an achievement.

In his mind, Aemon the Dragon Slayer is not yet Aegon the Conqueror, the founder of the kingdom.

"There's no love anymore, is there?"

Seeing his uncle hesitating, Aemon stared at him with dead eyes.

"Don't talk nonsense. The Conqueror had not tamed Balerion when he was your age."

Viserys hastened to comfort.

I can’t hurt my great nephew’s feelings.

Aemon knew when to stop and said, "Uncle, we must attack Myr."

Viserys frowned.

Seeing this, Aemon pulled out his trump card: "The sea serpents have occupied Tyrosh, and Daemon is also plotting against Lys. The Strait of Tyrosh is about to change."

With two of the three female kingdoms gone, the alliance of the sea serpent Daemon continues to strengthen.

The royal family only occupied the Stone Steps Islands and had no control over the situation at all.

Moreover, the Stone Steps Archipelago is barren and its fortifications are incomplete. If things go wrong, it will become a coveted arena.

If the royal family occupied Myr, they would be able to reverse the disadvantage.

Myr, Tas Island and the Stepstones can support each other and form an unbreakable defense.

Viserys began to waver when he heard this.

The sea snakes and Damon have always been a major concern for him.

Hearing that the two of them had each occupied a free trade city-state was more painful than cutting his flesh.

Yimeng rode closer on his chair, his clear eyes full of sincerity: "Uncle, even my great-grandfather didn't have the merit of expanding the territory."

"Gulu~~"

Viserys swallowed, his throat dry.

He admitted that he was moved.

Myr is not the barren and dangerous Stepstones.

Occupying the Stone Steps Islands is a pure investment with no return and a losing business.

It might be lost someday.

Once Mill is occupied, the Stepstones and the surrounding islands will become a lucrative business.

Besides, which king would not love the achievement of expanding territory?

If New Ghis and Astapor were not too far away, he would have wanted his nephew to occupy these two liberated city-states.

"confident?"

Viserys asked dryly.

"Ninety-eight percent sure."

Aemon patted his chest.

"so tall!?"

Viserys was shocked.

Aemon smiled slightly and didn't explain further.

If you don't have a 98% chance of winning a war, what's the difference between that and committing suicide?
"That……"

Viserys was in a state of conflict. He gritted his teeth and said, "There is no small matter in war. I will think about it."

I kept reminding myself in my heart.

He was a king and could not act impulsively.

"Okay, then let's go down first."

Yimon knew that there was probably no problem, so he gave his uncle some time to think about it.

"Ah."

Viserys nodded.

Aemon stood up and took Rhaenyra's hand to leave.

He didn't necessarily need his uncle's support, but getting support would save him a lot of trouble.

There is no need to harm people who are good to you.

As soon as I turned around, I heard my uncle's reminder from behind: "Ser Borros of Baratheon is in the Red Keep. His wife, Lady Elena, is pregnant. You can visit her when you have time."

Aemon frowned, then quickly relaxed.

This is the Baratheon family's side.

The sea snakes lost a major helper.

good news.

……

noon.

After washing, Aemon lay down on the soft couch in the princess' bedroom.

Rhaenyra was away, having gone to visit the pregnant Lady Elena.

Smelling the light cream scent on the soft pillow, Imon rolled over and felt a little hot in his heart.

Not worried about attacking Myr.

Just like last time, it was all because of my uncle’s political habits.

As a king, he developed a patriarchal mentality and held on to everything too tightly.

From a psychological point of view, the tighter the family relationship, the deeper the emotional gap. He is a good nephew who knows how to act cute and please others, so he is treated much better.

Even so, he could still feel his uncle's wariness of him.

"Maybe God arranged for me to be born in the wrong body. We are not destined to be father and son in this life."

Aemon sighed softly.

He and Damon are father and son, but if the father is not kind, the son will naturally be unfilial.

He and his uncle are not father and son, but they get along well.

Unfortunately, there is still a level missing.

“Read books. Books are a treasure trove of wisdom.”

Iemon did a sit-up and took out the precious ancient book from the space ring.

When he was young, he didn't like to read because he lacked the motivation.

Now we are a group of strong people, and we need to read books to gain some nourishment.

Ordinary people who don't read will spend their whole lives wielding a hoe.

If Your Highness does not study, you will never become king.

"read!!"

Aemon looked determined and quickly turned the pages of the book.

The ancient books of the Belleris family record a lot of history of the Forty Dragon King families and the Free Fortress Empire.

Reading history makes people wise.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

"Ha~~"

Aemon felt sleepy and couldn't help yawning.

A book can only be read once; reading it a second time would be a blasphemy to the first time.

"The Dragon King governs the city-state and jointly establishes the parliament..."

Iemon rested his chin on one hand and read gloomily.

The ancient books of the Belleris family are full of useful information.

Using history as a mirror, it is not difficult to see.

The Targaryen family has reached a critical point.

If the shackles are not broken, internal strife is inevitable.

We can only change to make progress.

"My territory is so big that it's more than enough to build a kingdom."

Aemon tapped his cheek with a finger.

Valley, Tas Island, and Stone Steps Islands.

Among them, Riverdale replaced Eagle's Nest and Seagull Town and became the political and trade center of the valley.

Seagull Town can be completely separated and treated as an independent city, exerting its strong ability to attract money.

Wait until Mill is taken.

Seagull Town, Mill and the Stepstones can form a systematic political bloc.

"Why not rebel?"

Aemon muttered quietly.

After saying that, I couldn't help but laugh.

As the regent and future king consort, the benefits of rebellion are too low.

"I have to find a way to make myself independent."

Aemon's eyes rolled around.

He wants to improve so much!
I couldn't help but think of Dorne.

An independent kingdom, equal to the Iron Throne.

"No, that would be a real rebellion."

Aemon shook his head quickly.

His uncle was very good to him, and Rhaenyra was also working hard to become queen.

He couldn't do the backstabbing thing.

The charm of that iron chair is far less than that of relatives who care about each other.

Aemon was lost in thought.

Suddenly, I thought of the feudal system in my previous life.

“A country within a country.”

Imon thought about it and couldn't help muttering, "Establishing a vassal state for fun?"

This was his initial thought when he usurped power in the valley.

However, the conditions given by my uncle were too lenient. As long as he did not claim to be king, the people in the valley would obey orders but not decrees.

No matter how radical it is, it is unacceptable.

"One Vale alone is not enough to rule, but Myr and the Stepstones are certainly enough."

Imon was a little excited.

The sea serpents occupied Tyrosh and still have no explanation for the Iron Throne.

Dai Man covets Reese, maybe he will be able to capture him one day.

These two old lamps are very awkward.

He wanted to get closer to the Iron Throne, but was unwilling to openly rebel and completely cut off ties with the royal family.

Tyrosh and Lys were both independent city-states.

The two old men are definitely unwilling to surrender the Iron Throne, and things will inevitably become a mess in the end.

It would be better to lure them into coming up with the concept of a subordinate city-state.

Uncle will definitely be angry.

Take advantage of every opportunity to establish a vassal state and balance the two sides.

“It’s possible!”

Yimeng Miao calculated that the success rate was as high as 25%.

If you don't try your best, you'd be worse off than a salted fish.

Anyway, uncle is a paper tiger. Since Sea Snake and Damon both want what they want, he wants to develop quietly.

Everyone takes what they need.

The eldest uncle expanded the territory, the sea snakes and Daemon had claims, and he was truly independent.

Maybe this is the beginning of the family's change.

Yimon slammed the ancient book shut and said excitedly, "Let's do it!"

Squeak!

Rhaenyra pushed the door open and asked in confusion, "What are you doing?"

Aemon opened his mouth, then forced himself to shut it.

He swallowed the word "you" that was about to come out of his mouth.

"uh-huh?"

Rhaenyra narrowed her eyes, finding offense.

"It's just a small matter, please."

Aemon made it seem like establishing an independent nation was a trivial matter.

Rhaenyra didn't believe it and snorted, "If you lie to me, the consequences will be serious."

"real."

His Royal Highness never lies.

He wants to be king.

Rhaenyra was skeptical, and a little angry at Aemon for hiding the truth.

But when she saw Yimon's handsome face, all her anger disappeared.

As an elder sister, she should be more open-minded.

"Go ahead."

Rhaenyra lifted her skirt behind her hips and sat sideways on the bed.

"I need White Maggot Xiaomei to pass on some information."

Eamon said.

Johanna is on a mission and can't be distracted for the time being.

Xiaomei, the white maggot, has been sitting around doing nothing, so it's time for her to do something.

For example, ask someone to give some advice to Sea Snake and Damon.

This matter needs to be urgent.

There is no time to rush, Eamon will soon be 16 and become an adult.

Now is the time to take the lead and take the opportunity to become independent.

As Aegon and his friends grow older, his importance in his uncle's heart will become lower and lower.

Taking advantage of his uncle's deep love for him, he cut the Gordian knot.

From now on, uncle is still as good as nephew.

……

in the afternoon.

The sun sets little by little, and a red glow fills the sky.

Viserys stood on the balcony, gazing at the majestic dome of the dragon's lair.

Dragon, he as a king doesn't have much control over.

My daughter has a dragon, and my nephew has a dragon.

The royal family will be safest if they use their daughters to tie their nephews to their sides.

dong dong!

There was a knock on the door, and after hearing permission, it opened.

"His Majesty."

"His Majesty."

Prime Minister Leonor and Otto saluted respectfully one after the other.

"I have something to ask you, please speak frankly."

Viserys was serious.

"The duty lies."

Leonor whispered.

Otto nodded as well.

Viserys looked anxious and walked around the chair, holding onto the back but not sitting down.

In front of two trusted ministers, he slowly revealed his true feelings.

The sea serpents have taken over Tyrosh and are threatening the Iron Throne.

There is another Damon secretly waiting to make a move.

Aemon proposed to attack Myr, take control of the disputed land, and check and balance these two ambitious people.

"Mill, do you want to fight or not?"

(End of this chapter)