Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 234 Brothers turn against each other?

Dusk.

With favorable winds, the royal ship docked at the port of Dragon Stone Island. The whole family disembarked and walked together across the golden sands to reach the gate of the long stone bridge.

The main gate is very grand, with giant dragon statues carved from black dragon stone on both sides.

Rumbling--

The guards slowly opened the gate and lined up in two rows to welcome the royal family.

"Let's go, let's get some rest when we get to Shigulou."

Viserys, pale-faced, stepped forward to lead the way.

It's my old problem of seasickness again.

Allison walked away expressionlessly, even faster than her husband.

Anyone with a discerning eye could immediately see that the two had a conflict.

"what happened?"

Amon grabbed the lively Jaeheris.

The little ones, having long yearned for this ancestral land where dragons roamed, were visiting Dragonstone for the first time and were fantasizing about punching the baby dragons and kicking the dragon eggs.

"It was my maternal grandfather who mentioned my eldest maternal uncle and my youngest aunt's marriage."

Benedict answered first.

"Uh-huh."

Renia nodded her little head vigorously.

Their combined efforts resolved Aemon's doubts.

As the Green Party's children grew up, the uncle paid special attention to their marriages.

Helena tamed the dream fire and rose to become a noble dragon rider.

The eldest uncle abandoned the idea of ​​marrying his daughter off to another family and decided to let Aegon, who was of similar age and also a dragon rider, get the better deal.

Siblings marry and the marriage is arranged internally.

It's an old Targaryen tradition.

"However, it seems that Alison doesn't quite agree."

Amon leaned close to Renilla and whispered in her ear.

Renilla's earlobes itched from the hot breath, and she irritably dodged away, saying matter-of-factly, "Who would want to marry a child who never grows up, even if he has a dragon between his legs?"

After thinking for a moment, Imon said in a serious tone, "A lot of people."

"Step aside."

Renilla immediately turned hostile.

Aemon wasn't angry; he simply gestured for him to proceed.

From Alison and Renilla to a few young children.

The preconceived notion that Aegon was utterly hopeless is deeply ingrained.

Such conduct truly makes him a good brother to Renilla and a good second son to the kingdom.

How could you possibly complain?

Imon shook his head repeatedly.

Can't we have a little more tolerance and understanding?

Slacking off is also a way of life!

The family walked on the long stone steps bridge shrouded in mist, with a lush green mountain ridge below and the Stone Drum Tower, adjacent to Longshan Mountain, in the distance.

Listening to the rushing sound of the tide crashing against the mountain ridge, it felt like being in a dream.

"Hiss!!"

Suddenly, a sharp, explosive sound rang out.

Viserys walked ahead, looking up curiously.

Amidst the drifting clouds and mist, a crimson dragon shadow flashed by, moving with the speed of a raging fire.

Strangely, the dragon shadow didn't appear to be very large.

Even the relatively hazy clouds and mist made it appear quite small.

Is it a new baby dragon?

Viserys stopped and turned his head slightly to face his daughter and nephew.

Renilla looked blank and said, "When I came last time, no dragon eggs had hatched."

Those are the baby dragons that hatched recently.

Viserys smiled and nodded repeatedly: "The family is thriving."

According to empiricism, black dragons and red dragons are more aggressive and tend to grow faster.

After Kolakshu entered the Lonely Mountain, his fate remained unknown for many years.

Having an extra gifted red dragon in the family is a blessing for future generations.

"All newborn dragons must be recorded."

Aemon chimed in.

The dragon tamers are not doing their job properly; all newly hatched dragons should be reported immediately.

Behind the crowd, Imond gazed at the clouds, a longing gleaming in his eyes.

The chances of him riding on the back of an unclaimed young dragon have increased a bit.

The group then entered the Stone Drum Tower.

……

three days later.

Dragonstone Island, an open plain on the east coast.

"Hiss!"

"..."

Several giant dragons soared in the sky, each with a different body shape and scale color.

Some guests looked up and recognized the origin of these giant dragons.

The topaz Syracuse, the scarlet Melias, the pale silver sea smoke.

On the hillsides of the plains, several giant dragons also lay in wait.

The magnificent Dream Fire stands tall, while another majestic golden dragon crouches halfway up the mountain.

Golden Yangyan, a new face among the dragons.

Its body is covered in golden scales, with gorgeous pale pink wing membranes and a slender and elegant figure, perfectly embodying the saying that beauty is justice.

It is just over 20 meters long and is a young male dragon that has recently come of age.

Such a magnificent dragon, and its rider is...

"Why haven't we started yet? I'm so thirsty."

At the solemn funeral, Aegon shrugged and tilted his head, impatiently chirping softly.

"Aegon!"

Imond, standing nearby, quickly whispered to stop him from continuing.

But to no avail.

No one present was deaf; they had already heard it.

Damon, dressed in a magnificent black outfit, stood at the front, gazing at the body wrapped tightly in bandages, placed on the pile of firewood.

Hearing his nephew's mutterings, he gave him a cold, sidelong glance.

Viserys, standing beside him, felt a surge of embarrassment and turned to glare fiercely at Aegon.

Aegon shrank back in fright.

Useless stuff!

Viserys cursed inwardly, but placed his hand on his brother's shoulder and gently comforted him, "Try to think positively. I've been through this before."

This moment is just like that moment.

His late wife, Queen Emma, ​​also died during childbirth via cesarean section and was cremated in the same location.

"I didn't choose."

Damon looked somber and muttered something to himself.

Viserys didn't understand at first, but after thinking about it, his expression changed slightly.

"Today we gather on Dragonstone to bury Lady Malana of the Rogal family..."

On the other side, a weathered-looking Lisangzhuo Luojia read a eulogy, personally seeing his daughter off on her final journey.

He spoke like a loving father, clearly recounting his daughter's life story.

She was born as captivating as an elf, possessed noble virtues, and had a thirst for knowledge like a wise man...

Finally, the text emphasizes her marriage to Prince Damon of Rhys, where she bore him two children before ending her short but tragic life.

A considerable amount of time had passed since the eulogy was read.

"Go."

Viserys turned around and gave his nephew a look.

Aemon was also dressed in magnificent black, with a black shawl draped over his right shoulder, his attire solemn and dignified.

Having received the signal, he stepped forward.

“Hiss—”

On the shore, a bronze dragon with indifferent vertical pupils slowly crawled towards them, its massive body moving with unwavering gait.

"Dragon Flame!"

Imon spoke clearly as he gave his instructions.

Vomisol spread its brown wings, and spewed out billowing dragon flames like molten copper from its snout.

The firewood and the body were lit together, and wisps of ash floated into the air.

After all this was over, Damon had disappeared without a trace.

"Go and keep the guests company."

Viserys whispered a reminder.

Regardless of their relationship, Daemon and Aemon are undeniably father and son by blood. With Daemon's dragons gone, Vormisor will have to take their place.

Since Damon's men weren't there, Aemon had to take charge of entertaining them.

Upon hearing this, Imon nodded and led the funeral guests to the designated shoreline.

In Westeros, it is also common to hold banquets at funerals.

……

At a banquet bustling with people.

A person sits quietly in a gazebo covered with a tapestry.

"Hand-cranked loom, green thread, black thread, dragon's flesh and blood, weaving dragon thread..."

Helena knelt in a small ball, muttering to herself, holding a seashell she had picked up and a small spider in her hands.

“She is nothing like us.”

Aegon stood outside the pavilion, pointing at Helena with the finger holding the wine, his tone and expression full of disdain.

Not to mention that he was wearing green clothes and a green cloak, while the other party was wearing green clothes and a black cloak.

Normal people don't act strangely or mysteriously.

"She is our sister."

Imond stood beside him, emphasizing it in a serious tone.

Although his sister was always immersed in her own world, he still cared.

"Then marry her."

Egon dismissed it with disdain.

Imond remained calm and answered decisively: "If my mother wants us to marry, I will fulfill my duty."

On their very first night on Dragonstone, the father and mother made their discussion about marriage public.

They asked Aegon in person whether he was willing to marry Helena, and the siblings followed family tradition.

There was no prior notice.

Aegon was still savoring the memory of the beautiful maid who had served them food in the Stone Drum Tower after he had just finished eating.

The scene was predictably incredibly awkward.

However, as the patriarch, Viserys's proposal was practically a done deal.

Even those who are unwilling only dare to talk about it in private.

"if?"

Upon hearing his younger brother's answer, Yigen scoffed.

Aemon bowed his head slightly and said seriously, "This will make the family stronger and maintain the pure Valyrian Dragon Aspect bloodline, just like Rhaenyra and Aemon."

It is unclear whether these words were spoken to Aegon or to himself.

Deep down, he might prefer siblings to brothers.

"She's an idiot. Don't think that taming a dragon will change anything."

Aegon is the least likely to listen to advice; the more you try to reason with him, the more he goes back to his old ways.

"She is your future wife."

Imond immediately chimed in, retorting, "Besides, her dragon is bigger than Yangyan's. You have no strengths to be proud of."

Upon hearing this, Egon's expression turned grim.

But it doesn't matter, he's got plenty of bad ideas.

Sensitive Mind only heard "strengths," turned around and intercepted a glass of red wine served by a maid, saying with interest, "Speaking of strengths, we do have something in common."

He was facing the maid, but he was speaking to his younger brother.

Imond had a vague feeling that he wasn't up to anything.

Snapped!
Aegon slapped the maid's buttocks and chuckled, "That's it, we both like long-legged beauties."

Having said that, he strolled away with his wine glass in hand as the maid fled in a panic.

He wasn't pinching the maid's shapely buttocks, but rather Imond's weakness.

Aegon, who considered himself a good older brother, took Aemond to the largest and most luxurious brothel in King's Landing as compensation after bullying him in Dragon's Lair.

Not only did they pay a large sum of money, but they also personally provided guidance.

The two brothers are kindred spirits, so why pretend to be high and mighty?

The second idiot who doesn't even have a dragon.

"Aegon!"

When Imond was exposed for his embarrassing mistake, his face turned pale and then red, and his entire aura changed.

You can't hide the look in someone's eyes that wants to kill you.

"What a show."

Imon leaned against the fence not far away and couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement.

He desperately needed a melon to satisfy his craving.

"looking at what?"

Renilla rolled up her sleeves and stepped out of the small tent next to her.

"Is everything settled in?"

Imon glanced at him and asked in return.

Renilla rolled her eyes and said irritably, "Some people are just sitting back and doing nothing, yet they doubt that their subordinates are working hard enough."

Imon quickly offered kind words.

When Damon crossed the fjord, he certainly didn't only bring his deceased wife's body and his father-in-law with him.

Lady Malana's second child, born at great risk to her life, was also brought back to Westeros.

He was a delicate boy, named Viserion Targaryen.

As a way of giving face to his uncle, he wasn't directly called "Little Viseris," but rather a homophone used in his honor.

As agreed, the boy was also raised by Imon.

"Tell me, what's all the excitement about?"

"Renira asked."

"It wasn't my uncle who made the decision on his own."

Aemon raised an eyebrow, gesturing for her to look at Helena and the gazing, unyielding Aemon.

Renilla immediately realized what was going on and said empathetically, "Alison can't withstand the pressure and will agree sooner or later."

She traveled all over the country looking for a husband, and her father almost forced her to marry a wealthy and powerful nobleman with a sturdy castle.

Helena was even worse off than her, and could only choose from her good-for-nothing brothers.

If it were her, she would rather ride a dragon and run away.

not far away.

Renis, holding a wine glass, went around serving guests, with the elderly Sea Serpent by her side, chatting and laughing with the passing guests.

Renis saw it all and smiled.

I found it myself, so I feel safe using it.

As far as the eye could see, there was another pair of elders entertaining guests.

Viserys, weary from his journey, sat in a chair, stealing moments of leisure, and occasionally smiled at the guests who came to offer toasts.

Allison stood at the other end, with White Knight Cole and her father Otto by her side.

Every time he thought of Viserys's unauthorized actions, his face would unconsciously darken.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the couple practically had the words "they had a fight" plastered on their foreheads.

"You stay here quietly, I'll go and attend to the female guests."

Renilla gently kissed Imon's cheek, assuming the responsibilities of the crown princess.

Amon returned the hug, maximizing the emotional impact.

details make a difference.

……

A corner that Imon cannot see.

The sea serpent weaved through the crowd and precisely located two granddaughters who looked exactly alike.

At this moment, Benedict and Renia were with their brother Jaeheris.

"Lord Corliss."

Upon seeing the sea serpent approaching, Jaeheris sensibly walked away.

Xiao Bei and Xiao Lei looked up at their grandfather in bewilderment.

Lannar had many disagreements with her father before marriage, so she spent most of her time in the valley after marriage to be a wife and mother.

Occasionally, he would lead Emon and his twin daughters on a dragon-riding journey around the fjords and seas.

He rarely returns to Thao Tou Island or Tailosi.

So the twins had heard of their maternal grandfather's name many times, but they had only met him a handful of times.

“My title and the city of Climax will one day be yours, Benedictine.”

The sea serpent, with its hands behind its back, unleashes a devastating attack with every word it utters.

Benedict looked dazed and squeezed her sister's little hand tightly.

Renia relied on her sister and couldn't understand what her grandfather was saying.

The sea serpent, of course, understood the innocence of the three-year-old girl, and said with a gentle tone, "I want you to know that your brother will become king and attend countless royal meetings and celebrations."

The twins nodded in unison.

Jaeharis's mother was their aunt and godmother, and also the future queen of the Seven Kingdoms.

It's just really cool.

"Perhaps you don't know, but before your father and mother got married, they made a promise to me."

The sea serpent didn't hide anything and stated directly: "Their first child will be adopted into the Valerian family, inheriting the title of Earl and the entire city of Climax."

Benedict: ! !
Damn, they came for me.

(End of this chapter)