Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 248 That Damn Otto

Time flies and three months have passed.

Early July.

The weather was fine and sunny in Junlin.

A large ship from Seagull Town arrived at Mudgate, and a group of silver-haired, purple-eyed little guys happily jumped onto the dock.

Not long after.

Red Castle.

"You are finally back."

Viserys welcomed him with a grumbling tone, especially displeased with his nephew who was leading the charge.

We agreed to go to the valley to relax, but we never returned.

"There's nothing we can do about it, River Valley Town is just so great."

Imon said half-jokingly.

"That's right, King's Landing smells bad, but the air in Dale smells good."

Good job, Jae-He-Liss is playing along.

This infuriated Viserys, who threatened, "No matter how good Dale is, you will still have to inherit the Iron Throne from your mother."

"what!"

Jaheris's face fell.

Viserys was even more dissatisfied.

When did the Iron Throne become so unpopular?

He was so angry that he didn't hold his grandson, but turned to look at his own children.

When his gaze fell on Aymond, he said seriously, "I admit that I misjudged you before. You've grown up and are a man like Aegon."

Imond opened his mouth, but ultimately remained silent.

She has older sisters and brothers, and a smart and adorable younger brother.

Caught in the middle, he was always treated coldly.

She felt overwhelmed by her father's praise.

Viserys waited for a long time without hearing a response from his second son. Seemingly realizing something, he praised him even more sincerely: "I really didn't expect that someone could tame an untamed wild dragon. He truly is worthy of being my son."

Having said that, he called over the silent Imond and put his arm around his thin shoulders.

The second son has indeed grown up; he's almost up to his chin.

She's just a bit thin and has a rather reserved personality.

"Father."

Imond, feeling a rare moment of paternal love, nestled his head against his father's chest with a touch of tenderness.

Viserys felt guilty and gently stroked his head.

A heartwarming scene of a loving father and filial son.

however,
"It's just a wild dragon, and an ugly one at that. Nothing special."

Driven by jealousy, Aegon forcefully pushed aside his unsuspecting younger brother.

Imond glared angrily, a hint of malice creeping into his eyes.

"Aegon!"

Viserys, who was almost hit, spoke up even faster than Imond.

"what happened?"

Aegon was yelled at, and his arrogant expression subsided somewhat.

Viserys's expression shifted, clearly indicating he was quite angry.

He could tell the problem between the two brothers in just one glance.

It's no longer a simple competition for favor; it's a deep-seated resentment and estrangement.

For the sake of the other children, Viserys took two deep breaths and said in a gentler tone, "Don't let me see you look down on your brother again, and don't disrespect dragons."

"Yes."

Aegon dared not challenge him and reluctantly lowered his head.

Seeing his state, Viserys lost interest and ordered a banquet to be prepared to welcome him back.

In the blink of an eye.

Aegon and Aymond met eyes and exchanged a cold snort, neither willing to yield.

……

in the afternoon.

The sun was shining warmly, and the sacred woods of Red Castle were lush with flowers and plants.

Just as Imon was about to take a nap, Renella dragged him out of bed to attend the royal council.

This royal council meeting was no ordinary one; one Grand Secretary was missing, but one Queen was present.

"Grand Secretary Melos is senile. He fell down the stairs last night and is now bedridden."

Viserys looked somber.

The other ministers sighed or felt sorry for Melos, all expressing their regret over his fate.

"Is this old dog going to die?"

Amon is different; he ponders what's real and what's fake.

Viserys then pointed out the key issue of this council: "Melos may find it difficult to return to the council, but the kingdom cannot be without a Grand Secretary to provide valuable advice."

"Do you have any good ideas?"

Translated: Quickly recommend a young and promising scholar to replace the old and sluggish Melos.

Since the king has spoken, it would be disrespectful for the ministers to remain silent.

Leonor coughed lightly and said, "The position of Grand Scholar is always recommended by the Citadel. We can send a raven to the Citadel."

"good idea."

Viserys nodded, and then said nothing more.

The conflict between the royal family and the City of Learning dragged on for several years.

Furthermore, none of the maesters in the Citadel could heal the wound he sustained from the Iron Throne; it was the jade ring given to him by his nephew that provided some relief.

This made him very disappointed with the Academy City and also aroused a sense of vigilance he had never felt before.

I don't want to accept a scholar randomly sent by the academy. What if he gets poisoned?

His appearance immediately drew the attention of the ministers.

Otto placed his hands on the table and said cooperatively, "The best scholars in the Citadel are all serving the royal family. Why don't we choose one from the Red Keep, where everyone will be more familiar with him?"

"Oh, any recommendations?"

Viserys tilted his head, showing great curiosity.

Otto was about to speak.

“I recommend the scholar Gladys of Dragonstone; he is a loyal and learned old man.”

Tailan unexpectedly interrupted, mentioning a pillar of the Black Party.

Imon looked surprised.

When did Thailand get won over?

Renilla raised her snow-white swan neck and nodded casually to Tyran.

That proud little face of his was just so amusing.

“Scholar Gladys is indeed a good candidate, but he is probably older than Melos. How many more years can he hold on?”

Allison suddenly spoke up, offering a reasoned and well-founded objection.

"Then what do you think?"

Viserys glanced at it.

Allison remained polite and said, "I'm just suggesting that the real decision rests with His Majesty and the ministers." "Then you should remain silent."

Renilla picked up the conversation and questioned, "As Queen, your duty is to take care of the princes and princesses. Who summoned you to the royal meeting?"

“Viserys was unwell recently, and I served him as an observer.”

Allison already had an excuse.

Renilla immediately looked at her father.

Viserys, somewhat embarrassed, avoided his daughter's gaze and said, "Alisson is worried about me, and as the Queen, she wouldn't leak the contents of the royal council meeting."

As people get older, their health deteriorates day by day.

Especially when the children are not around, feelings of loneliness and isolation affect daily life.

With Alison by his side at all times, he could soothe the void in his heart.

Renilla was furious, but she couldn't refute her father's authority.

At this point in the parliamentary process, the basic situation is clear.

Imon stroked his chin with one hand, inwardly marveling.

This meeting, ostensibly about the selection of a successor to the Grand Secretary, was in fact the first direct confrontation between the two major parties, the Black and Green parties, in a partisan struggle.

why?

Amon suddenly realized.

Imond tamed the wild dragon sheep thief, a real, adult dragon.

Add Aegon's Sunfire and Helena's Dreamfire.

The Green Party already has a nearly 100-year-old mature dragon, a middle-aged dragon over 50, and a young dragon of the new generation.

The lineup is quite impressive.

They are now qualified to fight Renilla.

"I'm really anxious."

Imon gave a cold laugh and looked at his uneasy uncle.

Viserys, caught between his wife and daughter, looked somewhat embarrassed and offered a fawning smile.

He anticipated that there would be conflict between the two sides, but he didn't expect it to happen so quickly.

The struggle between his wife and daughter is different from the various political games of the past.

He used to be one of the participants, with his political enemies being the sea serpent, his brother Damon, and Otto, who harbored selfish motives.

But now, he has broken free from it.

The people they fought against also became their closest confidants.

He was truly unprepared for the expectant looks from both sides.

At this moment, Otto stepped in to smooth things over, saying, "Your Majesty, I think Maester Alfondo of the Red Keep is very good and a good candidate."

Renilla stood up abruptly, about to retort.

"Don't worry."

Imon took her hand and spoke softly.

Renilla stared at Otto and Allison for a while, calming the anger in her chest, and slowly sat back down in her seat.

Aemon squeezed her hand, maintaining his smile.

This is right.

A crown prince should have the magnanimity of a crown prince. What kind of person would throw a tantrum at a royal minister or even argue with him in public?

If you're dealt a good hand, you need to learn to stay calm and collected.

"Humph~"

Renilla gave a soft hum.

Imon has three dragons, Lannar has the largest and oldest Vaghar in the world, and she has her Syracuse.

With just three people, there are five dragons, not to mention Aunt Renis and Lannino as reinforcements.

The Green Party has only just begun to gain momentum; what can it possibly use to fight her?

As Renilla sat down, Otto's expression changed, and he silently sat up straight.

He wanted to provoke Renilla's anger and make her lash out at the royal council, thereby undermining his authority.

It may not cause actual harm, but it can subtly influence people's hearts.

After all, who would like a shrew who makes a scene at the slightest provocation?

However, with Imon around, Rhaenyra was firmly kept in check.

This thwarted his plans.

Since things have come to this point, it's destined to end without any resolution.

Both sides recommended each other, neither willing to concede.

Prime Minister Leono remained neutral, watching the debate with an unpleasant expression and without uttering a word.

Eamon is a Black Party member and also part of the Green Party, observing the entire process from a third-party perspective.

Faced with overwhelming power, he did not show the same anger as Renilla when her dignity was challenged.

Consider it adding some color to an otherwise mundane life.

The only person present to explicitly express dissatisfaction was Chancellor of the Exchequer Linman Bisbury.

As the two sides kept saying that Grasses was old and Adofang was not young either, the old man Lin Man muttered indignantly, "What's wrong with old people? Old people have a lot of wisdom accumulated over the years."

……

After the meeting adjourned.

Otto straightened his clothes and followed the king away.

He remained unmoved by Renilla's cold stare.

He never gave up his ambition.

Aegon, the grandson of Aegon, was the eldest son of the kingdom and had an unshakeable right of succession.

It was the king's capriciousness that made a woman the heir to the Iron Throne.

He moved back to this correct course for the good of the kingdom.

Another one.

After such a long period of silence, it's time for the Green Party to show its strength.

The king's three sons were all on his side: Aegon, Helena, and Aymond all possessed dragons.

Even if he couldn't win back the king's heart and put Aegon on the Iron Throne.

With the support of the three dragons and the old town of Hightar, he could also attract a large number of princes and ministers to pledge their loyalty and gain a higher status in the court.

Power is strength!

Imon ignored all of that and headed to the dragon's lair after the meeting.

Inside the dimly lit hall, Jaeheris and his two sisters were each training young dragons.

"Hiss!"

The young dragon, with its fierce nature, pounced on the frozen sheep and tore at it with its large teeth.

Jaeheris cheered with delight and gave commands to the young dragon.

Benedictine and Renia were no slouch either, with their respective young dragons, Moon Dance and Dawn, participating in this "hunt".

"Well done, don't embarrass yourself."

Aemon clapped his hands with a smile and sat on the side watching the baby dragons share the sheep.

Power is just power; the dragon is true power.

As a wise saying by an old rose from later generations goes:

The nobles of Westeros are nothing but sheep; the Targaryens, with their dragons, are the true dragons.

Would a true dragon care about a sheep?

(End of this chapter)