Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 203: Imon is in trouble

"I don't allow it!"

Viserys's face suddenly changed, and he refused without thinking.

"Brother, I need a new wife to bear me children."

As expected, Damon made up excuses to try to convince the other party.

"Do not!"

Viserys refused. "Don't make me say it a third time. Don't even think about it."

Divorce will be punished by the Seven Gods.

Moreover, he would not allow Damon to act arbitrarily.

Damon lost his smile and his eyes shifted.

He knew that the other party would not let him out of the cage of a failed marriage.

"Regain your freedom?"

Aemon had a strange look on his face as he looked at Daemon who was standing with his hands folded.

First thought.

The other party found a mistress and she became pregnant with an illegitimate child.

Otherwise, he would not have proposed to annul the marriage without any reason.

This kind of thing happened once before to Xiaomei, the white maggot.

"Eamon, where is Lady Rhea?"

Lannar couldn't help but worry.

"It's okay. Mom wants a divorce more than he does."

Aemon smiled.

But there was a hint of coldness hidden in that smile.

No wonder Damon agreed to make him his heir so readily.

After all this time, a mistress is about to take over.

Damon, on the other hand, saw that his brother did not agree, so he chose to self-destruct: "After conquering Lys, I married Miss Marana of the Rogaer family, and she is pregnant with my child."

As soon as the words came out, everyone was surprised.

It has to be the Targaryen, known as the "Dragon Clan", who is eating a big melon again.

"What did you say?"

Viserys was shocked.

"I've been through a failed marriage and I want to complete a perfect life in my own territory."

Daemon remained calm and said with a smile, "The Rogar family of Lys has the blood of ancient Valyria and can give me a child of pure blood."

Viserys laughed, too, angrily: "You have a pure-blooded child, your heir!"

As he said this, he pointed at his nephew.

Aemon turned his face away, blocking Rhaenyra and Laena in front of him, unwilling to admit this.

"Chi~~"

Damon glanced back and chuckled.

A few years ago, he did acknowledge this son.

Small and very cute.

As I grew up, I started to look more and more like him, and it became annoying to look at him.

That's right, people can't even empathize with another self.

"What are you laughing at, Damon!?"

Viserys was furious. "I command you to abandon this foolish idea. Do not hope to dissolve your marriage to the Lady Rhaea in favor of your mistress and bastard."

Children born out of wedlock are all illegitimate children.

He would never allow a lowly illegitimate son to shake his nephew's position.

Eamon: ...

Honestly, I would rather Damon dissolve his marriage and get out of the "family" situation.

After Damon dies, he will forcibly take over the inheritance.

"That's my legally married wife!"

Hearing the word "mistress", Damon's expression changed.

"Your legal wife is in the valley!"

Viserys refused to give in.

As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere suddenly became heavy.

Daemon looked at the princes and ministers who were watching the show with sharp eyes, and said in the voice of High Valyria:

"Marana is not a mistress. She will give birth to more blood for me, just as my grandfather wished before he died."

The elder brother inherited the throne, and the younger brother had his own children.

After so many years, he finally had his own territory and found a suitable wife to reproduce his bloodline.

"Don't mention Grandfather. You've been going against his wishes."

Viserys also spoke High Valyrian.

"I can make the family stronger and open up my own branch."

Damon said stubbornly.

"Bullshit, your son Aemon has already established a branch for you, fulfilling your grandfather's last wish."

Not afraid that the princes and ministers would understand what he meant, Viserys said venomously: "And you found another whore to trample on your original wife."

If I don't scold him, he'll be suffocated to death by sulking.

"Bitch?"

Damon's eyes were filled with disappointment, and he said coldly, "Where do you want me to send this person this time? You want me to destroy my child again."

Viserys was stunned.

I never expected that the other party was still brooding over the previous accident.

The prostitute called "White Maggot" was pregnant with a child for Daemon, and Daemon even named the unborn child "Aegon" in advance.

And risked his life to steal a dragon egg from the dragon's lair.

After being persuaded by Rhaenyra to return the dragon eggs.

Daemon followed his orders and sent his mistress on a ship bound for Lys, but they encountered unexpected waves on the way and her unborn child miscarried.

"It's a boy!"

Daemon looked directly at his brother as he sat on the Iron Throne.

"You are crazy, resenting me for a bastard."

Viserys was stunned.

"I'm going to have a new baby soon and I need to name him after the family name."

Damon fell silent and revealed his true purpose.

"No way. I won't let you have your wish."

Viserys's anger was completely ignited, and he shouted: "Get out! Get out of my sight with your stupid ideas!"

He spoke the last sentence in the common language.

Everyone in the audience was shocked by the king's sudden rage and looked at the two brothers in surprise.

Except for a few highly educated people who can understand High Valyrian, most people are confused.

"Viserys, you are still so selfish."

Damon sneered and went out in disappointment.

I would rather let him be trapped in an unhappy marriage than let him re-establish a family.

It was obvious that he forced his original wife, Queen Emma, to death and married the more fertile Green Queen Alison.

The whole place was dead silent, so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Iemon looked at Damon's lonely back and silently imagined the future.

Rectify Myr, build the Stepstones, and impose sanctions on Dorne...

There is a lot of unresolved messes, and the latest one is Dimon’s divorce.

He has to be busy for a long time.

"The meeting is dismissed!"

Viserys's face was as gloomy as water, and he roared loudly.

He stood up, picked up the clan sword Blackfire, and left in a menacing manner.

Aemon glanced at his uncle and shook his head slightly.

What difference does it make whether you agree or not?
You have to make yourself angry and upset.

The uncle, with good intentions, wanted to maintain Damon's marriage and secure his position.

But he hoped that Damon would get a divorce and give him several half-brothers.

Population is a resource.

It would be best if they could be trained to be cattle or horses, but if they cannot be tamed, feed them to dragons.

No loss at all. "Forget it, I can't even protect my own children."

Eamonn's face.

He had to go find his uncle and the sea snake to clarify the ownership of the cub.

At least, let them know what respect is.

Without making a sound, he decided on his offspring.

It was hard for him not to be angry.

……

It was noon and the sun was shining brightly.

The curtains in the king's bedroom were drawn, creating a gloomy atmosphere.

"Tuk-tuk-tuk-"

Aemon knocked on the door first and entered politely.

"What are you doing, Aemon?"

Viserys was leaning against the model table, looking melancholy, and was caught off guard by his nephew who broke in.

"You sold my cub."

Aemon crossed his arms, very ungracious.

He believed.

If he sold Aegon without his permission, his uncle would be even angrier than he was.

A menopausal old man who is not only bad but also prone to getting angry.

Not friendly at all.

“This matter.”

Viserys became embarrassed and ran his hands over the figurine.

It seems like I'm very busy.

"Tell me, what benefit did the sea serpent promise you?"

Yimon pulled a chair and sat opposite his uncle.

As a rational Targaryen, he wouldn't lose his temper right away.

There is no need to argue about things that can be discussed.

"No, he and Rhaenys convinced me."

Seeing that he couldn't avoid it, Viserys decided to put aside the king's burden and have a talk.

The nephew is not Damon, my brother.

He seemed to have a kind of magical power that made everyone like him.

Willing to put aside prejudices and speak from the heart.

That magical power is called "equality" and "empathy".

"Change my child's name to Velaryon, and the next generation will continue the power of dragon taming."

Eamon chatted.

"I will draft a dragon code to restrict the rights of outsiders to control dragons."

Viserys explained.

It was because the sea snake agreed to this that the two sides agreed to change the child's surname and inherit the foundation of Chaotou Island.

It also states that the child can retain this power until he or she reaches adulthood at the age of 16.

Aemon sighed, "But there is a chance that my children will lose the right to tame dragons, and their descendants will also lose this right."

The sacrifice can be big or small.

And the sacrifice fell on his head.

"This is the best possible outcome, and it will bring about peace for a generation."

Viserys said apologetically.

The royal family does it for the future, and the sea snakes do it for the present.

If both parties get what they want, neither will cause trouble.

"Does Lana know?"

Aemon asked suddenly.

Viserys paused for a moment, trying to formulate his words.

"Don't lie to me, I can find it myself."

Iamon's serious face.

"She doesn't know, but she should have heard something."

Viserys was helpless.

Hearing this, Aemon's expression eased.

It's good that Lannar didn't get involved.

If the person next to him does something behind his back, he would be like the feudal monarchs in his previous life, making himself a lonely man.

"What do you think?"

"The king's words are golden, can he change his mind overnight?"

"This……"

Viserys bowed his head in guilt.

Aemon folded his hands on the back of the chair, his chin resting on the back of his hands, lost in thought.

He felt firsthand the generation gap between himself and his uncle.

It's not just patriarchal control, but also different philosophies of governing the country.

You can compromise on anything and use it as a bargaining chip.

At this moment, Aemon came to his senses.

Let’s choose a child to change his surname and inherit Chaotou Island. That’s it.

According to the current year and the time when the sea snake died.

Before the sea snake died, it was certain that it would not see the child change his surname.

Don't even think about changing your surname.

The agreement between Uncle and Sea Snake was based on the equal strength of both parties, and was for the future of the family.

Even sea serpents cannot see the future.

He went back on his word and turned Velaryon of Driftmark into "Targaryen of Driftmark".

Don't worry about the impact.

With his current strength, he can perfectly say "I don't eat beef".

As soon as his uncle died, Rhaenyra succeeded to the throne, and he had the final say in the entire Seven Kingdoms.

If he is not in his position, he will not seek his government.

Before his uncle passed away, he would no longer waste his energy on thankless tasks.

It is better to focus on your own business.

That's right!

His Royal Highness is in a mess.

I won't say a word until you, a bunch of old-timers, are dead.

And you, don't even think about interfering in my affairs anymore.

I will not obey you even if you die.

"Ugh!"

Aemon dropped his head and sighed.

Viserys felt extremely guilty. He touched his nephew's head and comforted him: "Don't be discouraged. Uncle will listen to your advice carefully in the future."

"Well, you're right."

Aemon grumbled.

Yes, yes, everything you said is right.

Seeing this, Viserys felt even more upset.

I couldn't help but reflect on myself and wonder if I really didn't care about the feelings of my loved ones.

"Tuk-tuk-tuk-"

There was a knock on the door, and the voice of Sir Harold, the commander of the Kingsguard, came from outside:

"Your Majesty, Lord Corliss and Lord Tyran request an audience."

"Tell them to wait for a moment. I will convene the first Dragon Council in the Council Hall."

Viserys stood up, his face bright again.

A light bulb suddenly lit up in Yimeng's mind, and he secretly complained: "No, I have to get some benefits."

In "garbage time", maximizing benefits is the right way.