Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 249 Green Party Father-Daughter Argument

"Father, look!"

Jahelis suddenly ran over, carrying a green diamond-shaped scale in his hand.

"Where did it come from?"

Emon let out a sound of surprise and glanced sideways at the young dragon Qingtian, who was shaking its head.

"It fell from Qingtian's body."

Jahelis looked astonished, his big eyes wide open.

Benedict and Renia also came over when they heard the noise, surrounding the green diamond-shaped scales and examining them curiously.

How has its diet been lately?

Eamon watched as the young dragon, Sunny, resumed its nibbling on the sheep.

Generally speaking, dragons do not shed their scales.

Unless it breaks during battle.

The green diamond-shaped scales in Xiao Jie's hand were intact and warm to the touch, so they didn't seem to have fallen off unnaturally.

"do not know."

Jaheris asked, puzzled.

Aemon summoned the dragon tamers and inquired in detail about the growth of the young dragons.

Everything was fine in Riverdale, so why did things change as soon as I returned to King's Landing?

“Prince Aemon, the young dragons have a good appetite and are all very healthy.”

The elderly dragon tamer answered seriously.

Aemon nodded and ordered him to leave.

Since the problem isn't with the growing environment, it can only be that the young dragon Qingtian has a special bloodline.

After all, it was hatched from a dragon egg left over from the ancient Valyrian period.

It's understandable that they are somewhat different from normal baby dragons.

"Hiss!"

Sunny stared wide-eyed, spread her bright red wings, and spewed a mouthful of green dragon flame at the sheep carcass.

In an instant, only a charred mark remained on the spot.

"She is indeed very healthy."

Amon compared it to the green diamond-shaped scale and found that one of the thorn-like protruding scales on its back was missing.

Different varieties are different.

I don't know if it can be put back in place.

If you can't put it back, drilling a hole in it and using it as an accessory would be nice too.

"Father, look at our dragon."

Benedict and Renia clung to them, each of the sisters pulling at a reluctant baby dragon.

Moon Dance: ...

dawn:……

……

Red Castle.

Queen's bedroom.

dong dong dong-

"Come in."

Allison was watching the insects with his daughter when he spoke up, seemingly bored.

Squeak!

Otto pushed open the door, his attire impeccable.

"Father, why are you here?"

Allison was a little confused and got up from the cashmere carpet.

"I need to talk to you about something."

Otto smiled slightly, his sharp eyes scanning the two maids in the room.

Seeing this, Allison waved for the maids to leave.

boom!
The door was closed, leaving only three generations of the family.

Otto stopped beating around the bush and said bluntly, "Rhaenyra's power is growing, and if Aegon does not take action, he will never be able to reclaim the Iron Throne."

"Oh, is it so?"

Allison covered his mouth with his hand, looking completely bewildered.

“Aegon is the king’s eldest son and it is only right that he inherits the throne.”

Otto saw his daughter's weakness and directly emphasized the inheritance law.

"Forehead……"

Allison was biting his nails, unable to find a word to say.

She, as a mother, knew best what kind of person Aegon was.

That's a bit of a stretch.

Otto walked around the round table in the hall, sat down in a chair, and said seriously, "If Aegon were not the crown prince, but Rhaenyra were to inherit the throne, wouldn't that create chaos?"

As he spoke, he gestured for his daughter to sit down.

Allison felt helpless and sat upright across the round table.

Rather than talking to her father, she preferred to spend time with her daughter watching boring insects.

“Viserys is not old yet, and Aegon is in his prime. If he performs well, he will easily win the praise of the entire Seven Kingdoms.”

Otto offered a rational analysis, specifically citing the example: "Aegon's solo annihilation of an Ironborn fleet led by Greyjoy in the Fjord is the best proof of this."

In short, it’s just one sentence.

Aegon was the king's eldest son and a noble dragon rider, naturally qualified to ascend the Iron Throne.

Choose him, that's the right choice!

"hehe."

Helena couldn't help but laugh as she observed how many legs the insect had.

Otto's expression turned serious as he glanced at his granddaughter.

Allison quickly blocked his view and said seriously, "Father, Egon is not here, your idea is doomed to failure."

Aegon might have preferred embracing beautiful women and getting completely drunk rather than the Iron Throne.

She has already given up.

Otto didn't give up and remained persistent, frowning as he said, "That's because he hasn't tasted the power yet, which is why he's willing to degenerate."

In his eyes, his grandson Egon was no piece of trash.

Rather, it is a rough, unpolished gem.

Neither the king nor his daughter Allison were competent craftsmen; only he, the grandfather, could perfect and refine it.

Allison was utterly speechless.

The father and daughter always disagreed.

She only wanted to elevate her status and gain the power to rival Renilla.

Because she didn't want to bow down to Renilla and fawn over her.

As for the children, she wasn't very worried.

Viserys may have been biased, but he was not a fool and would not allow the treacherous Rhaenyra to persecute their children.

Now, Aegon, Helena, and Aymond have all become dragon riders, elevating their power to another level.

Even the impulsive and easily angered Renera dared not harm them easily.

"Aegon will sit on a wooden throne."

Just as the father and daughter were silent, Helena suddenly spoke up.

"What did you say?"

Alison didn't hear clearly and turned his head in confusion.

"you sure!?"

Otto heard clearly and jumped up from his chair.

Helena lowered her head, fiddling with the bottles and jars, and murmured softly, "Someone pushed him up there, someone hurt him, and everything has lost its original beauty."

She seemed to see the future, but couldn't grasp the key details in the blurry image.

But she wanted to speak out. Whether it was true or not, she didn't want to keep it bottled up inside.

"Behold, Aegon will sit on the throne."

Otto smiled and said happily to his daughter.

This confirmed his idea.

"A wooden throne!"

Allison was enraged and exclaimed, "Didn't you hear? Someone is going to hurt Aegon!"

As a mother, she was more worried about her child's safety.

"He has the blood of a true dragon, who can harm him?"

Otto cared more about power.

"Can you please stop having such delusions?"

Allison was completely enraged, his eyes reddening, and said, "To tell you the truth, Viserys has never had or even considered removing Rhaenyra and replacing Aegon with him to inherit the Iron Throne."

Never!

As he spoke the last sentence, his whole body trembled slightly.

Otto was silent.

"I want some quiet time."

Allison hung his head and pointed towards the door.

“I will rethink this.”

Otto said something and went out the door.

boom!
The door was closed, and the corridor was deep and dark.

Otto's gaze was deep, and he had only one thought in his mind.

Viserys was more stubborn than he had thought.

By bypassing his male heir Aegon and supporting his eldest daughter Rhaenyra, he was truly inviting chaos.

no way.

Otto straightened his clothes and strode toward the tower of the Grand Scholar.

……

the next day.

As dawn broke, the air in Junlin was slightly chilly in the early morning.

Emon lay on his side at the foot of the bed, his arms wrapped around Renilla's slender waist, his face pressed against her smooth, firm, soft belly.

Renilla's belly was white and tender, with soft flesh when gently pinched.

Top-notch enjoyment!

I was fast asleep when there was a loud banging on the door.

"Who?"

Renilla forced her beautiful eyes open a crack, her voice thick and muggy.

A solemn voice came from outside the door: "Your Highness, there is an urgent military situation in the fjord. The King has convened an emergency meeting of the royal guard."

"Um!?"

Renilla's beautiful eyes widened, and she sat up with her long hair flowing freely.

Her long, silver-gold hair cascaded down like a waterfall, and her white gauze nightgown was pushed up to her waist, revealing her snow-white shoulders and the curve of her waist and hips under the covers.

Imon refused to let go, shaking his head back and forth in vehement protest.

Is the sea serpent dead?
What's with the meeting so early in the morning?

If I were a working ox or a beast of burden, working 996 or 007, you'd come knocking before dawn, waiting for me to answer your call.

"Stop fooling around, get up now."

Renilla rubbed her blank face, struggling listlessly.

I'm planning for a second child recently, and I stayed up too late last night.

It's a bit too much to handle.

It was quiet outside the door.

The two lingered from 5 a.m. Wolf Time until 6 a.m. Nightingale Time.

Parliament Hall.

When Aemon arrived, everyone was already there.

With dead fish eyes, Eamon slumped into a chair and picked up a green stone ball to clock in.

Click!

With a crisp sound as the stone ball struck the chassis, Imon's eyelids drooped, and he tilted his head, remaining motionless.

It seems... a bit dead.

"Sorry, we're late."

Renilla wasn't much better off; she sat down next to them and apologized sheepishly.

Viserys looked at his nephew and daughter, hesitant to speak, yet still wanting to.

Finally, it boils down to a very sincere piece of advice: "Young man, take care of your health."

"Father, it's not what you think."

Renilla's face flushed red.

"No need to say anything, I understand."

Viserys waved to interrupt, glanced at his listless nephew, and felt a pang of sympathy: "Renera, you are the older sister, you should be more understanding."

"I do not."

Renilla's head was steaming.

The ministers kept their eyes downcast and their expressions revealed their experience.

Only Allison, his hands hidden under the table, was clenching his teeth in silent fury.

An insatiable and unrestrained person!
The little incident has passed, let's get down to business.

Otto stood up, took out a letter from his pocket, and said solemnly, "This morning, a raven was sent from the fjord, containing information about various hidden dangers of the remnants of the Three Women's Kingdom and the Free Trade City-State."

Viserys gestured with his chin, indicating that he should read it aloud.

The letter was delivered by a sea serpent.

The changes on both sides of the strait are very important.

1. The Iron Fleet docked at Braavos, and someone sponsored a large amount of supplies, especially fine steel for making scorpion crossbows and arrows.

2. Valanthi and Dorne officially opened trade and formed an alliance.

3. Prince Coollen had another daughter and, under the guise of her name day, invited His Majesty the Iron Throne to attend a meeting to discuss a marriage alliance between the two sides.

"They're still up to their old tricks!"

Viserys's face was grim as he gripped the gold-inlaid wine cup tightly.

"Bravos and Valantis have made up their minds to be enemies of the Iron Throne."

Prime Minister Leonno speaks.

The world's landscape is constantly changing.

The Targaryens have become powerful.

Braavos began to cultivate bandits to enhance his own power, while Valentis attempted to break the Iron Throne's trade restrictions on Dorne.

They are all opposing the Iron Throne.

Aemon yawned and continued to lie there, dead.

Where are the sea snakes?

"Veseris asked."

Otto put down the letter and said, "The Sea Serpent is mobilizing its army, preparing for an unknown invasion."

Immanuel and Viserys nodded simultaneously.

With sea snakes around, the strait won't have any major problems.

Unless that free trade city-state is fearless and wants to be the first to test the temperature of the dragon's flames.

External conflicts can be set aside for now; let's discuss internal conflicts.

Viserys frowned, displeased, and said, "Prince Coollen has been quite indifferent to the Iron Throne in recent years, so why is he suddenly demanding an accelerated marriage alliance?"

"I suspect it's because of Prince Imond."

Otto affirmed.

(End of this chapter)