Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 278 Allison's Malicious Intentions~
"come in."

Corliss spoke first, adding, "Grand Scholar of Orville."

Melos's old face instantly turned ugly.

Viserys felt it was somewhat cruel, but the Grand Master was appointed by the Citadel, and there was nothing he could do about it.

Orville stood still until the king personally invited him before slowly stepping forward.

"His Majesty."

Melos stood up unsteadily.

Viserys, not wanting to get sentimental, interrupted, "The kingdom thanks you for your hard work over the years, Melos."

Melos stiffened and slowly closed his eyes.

A moment later, he opened his old eyes, which were like a pool of stagnant water, and silently walked out of the hall.

His hunched back was shrouded in a sense of desperate sorrow.

Orville brushed past him, the young man's upright posture a stark contrast to his own overweight, hunched back.

That moment seemed bleak.

boom!
Two Imperial Guards closed the gate, cutting off the view between the inside and outside.

Viserys paused for a moment, then suddenly laughed and said, "Welcome the new Grand Secretary, who has brought fresh blood to the Imperial Council."

clap clap clap!
The king led the applause, and Orville nodded shyly, thanking him repeatedly.

"From now on, the work of recording in the palace and the responsibilities of the Crow's Nest Pavilion will be entrusted to you."

Viserys was smiling, but his mind was elsewhere.

"I think Sir Orville will have some new news to bring us."

Corliss noticed the king's distraction and took over the direction of the royal council.

She inwardly scoffed at the king's womanly compassion.

Just Melos.

He was the first minister of the court to retire due to old age during the reign of Viserys I.

In his view, it was already a good ending.

"Oh?" Viserys was surprised. "You've already got hold of the information channels so quickly?"

Orville, rather dull-witted, pulled a letter from his sleeve: "No."

They came from the Citadel and knew more than the raven.

Viserys didn't bother reading the letter; the Prime Minister was to review it.

"Your Majesty, the situation is dire."

Leonor's face darkened.

Viserys read the letter with a mixture of belief and skepticism, and his calm mood, which had been somewhat detached from the conversation, suddenly soured.

The contents of the letter:

"The Peck family was wiped out."

"This bastard!!"

Viserys' vision went black, and he almost fainted.

"Let us take a look."

Tyran quickly took the letter and passed it around with Corliss.

It's written clearly in black and white.

The Pecker family rebelled, and the king's children rode dragons to conquer Star Shuttle City.

"Well, this is going to have a huge impact."

Tailan wiped away his sweat.

Prince Aemon was as fierce as ever, wiping out a powerful and long-established family right from the start.

Corliss disagreed, smiling faintly, "Isn't the redefinition of the Dragon Council just to appoint dragon knights and suppress rebellious families?"

The internal strife in the River Bend is, to put it bluntly, a joint attack by the eldest and third leaders against the second.

After the three brothers finished their fight, they dusted themselves off, apologized where necessary, and paid compensation where required.

They wiped out their little brother, the Peck family.

Is it reasonable? Absolutely!
"It's suppression! Suppression!"

Viserys was furious and said angrily, "He didn't give anyone a chance to atone for their sins; he uprooted them completely."

How many times has this happened?

The Weywood family of Iron Oak, the Shet family of Seagull Town...

The Peck family of Starshuttle City became the third family to be wiped out by Aemon.

"How could he be so ruthless!?"

I really can't understand it. How can a noble family be wiped out so easily, without even giving collateral branches a chance to inherit?

Corliss: "Imon's move was also intended to intimidate the Reach nobles."

"He's already demolished the entire Hightoar family's house, isn't that enough?"

Viseris's forehead veins were bulging.

"You should have gotten used to it by now."

"I can't talk about it," Corliss said casually.

Leonor persuaded him: "Prince Aemon once slaughtered the slave owners of Astapor and Meereen, and Slave Bay is still fighting against slavery today."

Viserys looked surprised.

You are capable of persuading people.

Should I thank Aemon for not slaughtering all the nobles of Westeros?
"You're welcome, Your Majesty."

Leonor, in a self-satisfied manner, said: "If you look at it from a different perspective, it might be easier to accept."

“I can’t accept any of this,” Viserys said, his face dark.

Unfortunately, these are my true feelings, and I can't say them to anyone.

It's not conducive to unity!
Corliss laughed and said, "The river bend is peaceful, and the princes and princesses have gained valuable experience. It's a win-win situation."

"I'd rather be unable to get an erection."

Viserys retorted.

Corliss was taken aback by what he heard.

The other ministers, in perfect unison, glanced at the king with strange looks.

"Cough cough..."

Allison blushed and said speechlessly, "Viserys, you've said too much."

Viserys: ...

You'd better not have heard that.

Leonor and Corliss turned their heads away, understanding the king's predicament.

People are middle-aged~
Tailan is rather shy; he's not married yet.

He couldn't understand what the king was saying.

Turning around, Grand Scholar Orville appeared calm and quietly took notes.

A scholar who abstains from women.

“Write to him, tell him to come back quickly, I’m going to teach him a lesson.”

Viserys broke the awkward silence, but he was still very angry.

Orville did as instructed.

"Hey~"

Corliss smiled wryly, saying nothing, yet it seemed as if he had said everything.

Viserrist was immediately annoyed.

After Corliss returned to the Council of Kings, the two sides maintained a relationship of mutual non-interference.

It seems that the internal strife in the river bend has left him with no time to attend to other matters.

Corliss targeted his weakness and once again confronted him head-on.

Boom boom boom!
A knock on the hall door interrupted their more than superficial contest.

"Come in!"

Viserys was very loud.

Royal Guard Cole entered, looking somewhat bewildered: "A letter from Yangji City, Your Majesty."

Why is the king so angry?
"Coollen's letter?"

Corliss frowned.

Viserys glanced at him, displeased that the other had taken it upon himself to walk past him.

"Bring the letter, sir."

Allison was observant and perceptive.

Cole handed over the letter and left, looking bewildered.

"Let me take a look."

Thailand's Foreign Minister is primarily responsible for this aspect.

He read it aloud in front of everyone, his expression becoming increasingly strange.

The letter from Prince Coollen is correct.

He wrote that he looked forward to a marriage alliance with the Iron Throne, and to this end, he sent an envoy and a niece by ship to visit King's Landing to further establish friendly relations.

"A weasel pays New Year's greetings to a chicken."

Corliss sneered.

Viserys's eyes flickered as he asked, "What do you think?"

He didn't believe a single word of what the letter said.

"We cannot refuse to see the envoy sent by Yangji City."

Leonor said pragmatically.

Orville, offering his first opinion, hesitated before saying, "But, given the tense relationship between the Kingdom and Dorne, I'm afraid...?"

The moment a Dornish messenger appears, he is torn to pieces by the nobles and commoners.

Everyone remained silent, knowing this was the truth.

This is not like later generations, where the two sides had intermarriages and could visit each other.

During the reign of the centenarian king, several major battles broke out between the two sides.

The fight was quite intense.

The hatred between the two countries escalated to an irreconcilable point through a series of wars.

Even with the trade between the Stone Steps Islands, the prejudices in people's hearts could not be broken.

The ministers remained silent, waiting for the king to give instructions.

Viserys looked around and made a decision: "Let them come. If they dare to come, how can the Iron Throne not be taken?"

The two countries have established diplomatic relations; we must not show any weakness.

"it is good!"

The Imperial Council unanimously agreed.

Even if the Dornish envoys had ill intentions and were there to gather intelligence, they remained calm and fearless.

Unity is the hallmark of a great power.

……

End of the meeting.

Viserys returned to his palace and sulked alone.

My nephew is so disobedient.

None of the many Targaryen monarchs have mentioned instances of repeatedly destroying noble families.

"Cruel Meg" barely managed to wipe out one enemy. He got angrier the more he thought about it and drank some alcohol.

"Sigh~~"

Viserys felt a faint stinging pain from the cut on his back and gasped for breath.

Excessive alcohol intake irritated the wound.

He called for a maid to fetch water and lay down in the bathtub to soak.

The sultry steam rose and covered his tired face, bringing a sense of comfort to his body.

Soaking the skin in boiling water temporarily suppresses the pain.

The only downside is that the maids are rough and can cause cuts that hurt.

Viserys closed his eyes, offering no further criticism.

With his body covered in cuts, anyone who tries to clean him will make a mistake.

"Let me do it."

At that moment, Allison entered silently and told the flustered maid to leave.

The maids were as if they had been granted a pardon.

Viserys opened his eyes in surprise at the sound of splashing water.

Allison took a handkerchief and gently wiped his face.

Viserys was moved and grateful to have such a good wife: "You are much gentler than they are."

"Thank you."

Allison gave a perfunctory smile.

We've been married for a long time.

If it weren't for the fact that Eamon and the children had caused trouble and angered her husband, she wouldn't have come here to make a fool of herself.

Viserys wasn't a fool; he knew why his wife had come.

"That brat Aemon is becoming more and more like Damon; they're truly a family of lawless scoundrels."

But even a king is human, and he wanted someone to confide in.

Allison continued what she was doing, and smiled helplessly: "Damon won't listen to you."

"Heh, they're all just dog-like tempers."

Viserys laughed in exasperation.

I don't know what Dimon has been up to lately, but I heard he's doing business in Cohol.

I hope he really is in business.

"They should be back soon."

Allison whispered.

“Yes, I’m going to give Imond a castle, Durstenbury of the Baker family.”

Viserys' mood improved, and he said some flattering things to his wife.

Allison exclaimed in surprise, "Is this the former ancestral castle of the Mandalay family?"

She had heard of it, but had never had the chance to visit.

It is said that the place is known as Little Highgarden and is one of the best castles in the Reach.

However, the people in the Peck family were generally of poor character, and her father never allowed her to have any contact with them before she got married.

"That's it."

Viserys laughed smugly, “In the blink of an eye, our children have all become lords.”

Allison was genuinely laughing this time.

She was certain that Amon was behind it all.

Her biggest worry was the safety of herself and her children after Renilla ascended the throne.

She's alright; she still holds the title of Queen.

Imon wouldn't stand by and watch her suffer.

The only major problem is the future of the children.

It's okay this time.

Aegon has found a fiancée, and Aemond benefits from this.

really not bad.

With this thought in mind, Allison was overjoyed and even scrubbed herself with more energy.

"Gently, gently, Alison."

Viserys couldn't take it anymore and winced in pain.

"Oh, sorry."

Allison chuckled and quickly stopped.

Viserys was somewhat helpless, but more than that, he was tolerant.

It's not easy being a middle-aged couple.

He paused for a moment, then said, "Actually, I know that kid is thinking about me, but his methods are too ruthless."

Throughout the history of the Seven Kingdoms, there has never been a case of annihilating an entire clan on a whim.

Most of the time, noble families would spare the collateral branches of rival families, leaving them a sliver of hope.

If everyone were like him, where would all those ancient noble families with thousands of years of heritage come from?

Allison pursed her lips, unable to bear hearing anything negative from Eamon.

“Imon acted decisively, also for the sake of the royal family; otherwise, where would our peaceful lives come from?”

Aemon is like her brother; he will protect her and the family.

As my father Otto once said.

A family can make choices, but it cannot lack a sharp sword, or it will be torn apart by wolves.

When the words reached Viserys' ears, they took on a different meaning.

A person can be dead, but they can't be truly incompetent.

"Just side with him."

Viserys picked up his glass and said irritably.

"No alcohol allowed."

Allison snatched it away.

Viserys was dumbfounded.

"Grand Secretary Orville said that excessive drinking will make you feel unwell."

Allison raised her chin and strode away.

Until the door is closed.

Viserys, looking at his half-finished body, exclaimed in surprise, "I am the king!"

As expected, my nephew is no good.

Allison was completely bewildered.

When Aegon and the others return, make sure Cole trains hard.

He only won't have to suffer this humiliation if his own son is successful.

"Seven levels of hell!"

He picked up a handkerchief to wipe himself, and his face twitched in pain when he touched the cut.

What a miserable time!

……

a few days later.

Aemon has returned, bringing Aegon and his two siblings with them on their dragons.

The capital was abuzz with excitement as the people looked up to watch the four dragons dance together.

Viserys was angry, but he still sent people to greet them.

Red Castle.

Renis leaned against the windowsill, looking down at the bustling front courtyard from the Mega Tower.

"My cousin loves to celebrate."

She chuckled softly, swirling her wine glass as she sipped her homemade cocktail.

“You’re not new to the fact that Viserys is ambitious and loves to show off.”

Corliss came up from behind, speaking in a very flippant manner.

Rhaenys turned her head and said calmly, "But he is your king, isn't he?"

Corliss choked for a moment, knowing his wife would say that.

“I’ve heard some rumors from the court that you had many disagreements with the king at the royal council.”

Renis tilted her head, as if asking a question.

Corliss shrugged and chuckled, "You think I'm one of those sycophants who should just go along with him?"

The king himself said that his royal councils encouraged ministers to speak out.

"Corliss, you understand what I mean."

Renis put down her wine glass and said seriously, "I'm telling you to give up your unrealistic fantasies and stop going against him."

"I swear, absolutely not!"

Colley became more serious.

Even now, he still doesn't naively believe that his wife can sit on the Iron Throne.

I really want to talk about it.

Instead of supporting his wife, he should support his granddaughter.

Benedict might have a better chance of success if she competes with her half-brother Jaeharis.

"Really?"

"of course."

“I believe you, Corliss.”

Renis smiled gently.

Seeing this, Corliss said, "You know, I don't like people who bluff."

A sailor without real skills can cause the death of an entire ship at sea.

Viserys was just a sailor with no real skills.

Renis guessed what he was going to say next.

“We are about to face a storm, and if he will not listen to good advice, a wise sailor should make plans in advance.”

A glint of wisdom flashed in Corliss's eyes.

He was not Viserys, who lived a secluded life in the palace.

Intelligence is everywhere, both on the Stone Steps Islands and at sea.

Sunspear City and Valantis have been in contact, and the two sides have secretly traded a considerable amount of iron.

Coollen sent his youngest son, Quill Martell, to Braavos as the adopted son of the Braavos Sea King.

All signs indicate that Dorn harbors ill intentions.

Meanwhile, Aemon quelled the Reach unrest, established new rules, and preserved the royal bloodline.

Corliss, with his keen eye, immediately realized this.

Aemon is going to make a move against Dorne.

But Viserys clearly lacked this keen intuition.

Judging from the recent discussions at the imperial council, it seems that they genuinely want to achieve lasting peace through marriage.

Collis disagreed.

(End of this chapter)