Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 313 Deeply Buried Seeds of Hatred

"Thump thump thump—!!"

In the banquet hall, cheerful drumbeats resounded, and the doors opened to welcome one noble lord after another.

The much-anticipated engagement ceremony finally took place on this day.

Hua Hua Hua...

On Blackwater Bay, dozens of Dornish ships sailed in, creating orderly waves and splashes.

Ser Harold, Commander of the Kingsguard, stood guard at the entrance and announced loudly: "With great joy, His Majesty King Viserys declares the Royal Wedding Ceremony to begin."

As they spoke, the noble lords appeared one by one.

"The House of Elenwood and its lord, Oliver Elenwood, Guardian of the Desert, Blood Noble, Duke of Elenwood City..."

"The Arryn family and their lord, Lady Jenny Arryn, the Lady of the Vale, the Duke of the Eyrie..."

"The Stark family and their lord, Craig Stark, Duke of Winterfell, Warden of the North..."

The announcement of the noble lords' entry was orderly; when a Dornish noble called out a name, two nobles from the Seven Kingdoms would inevitably follow.

Viserys sat at the head of the table, a smile always on his face, watching this scene with pride.

He enjoyed tournaments and banquets because, in addition to the excitement, these vassals witnessed his authority.

"Aren't you going to say hello to them?"

Elaine, dressed in a light yellow veil, swayed her voluptuous figure as she stopped at the table where Eamon was.

Imon and Renilla were entertaining guests, and he only glanced at her, not really wanting to talk to her.

However, "they" refers to Jenny and James, the two virtuous wives who led the Vale nobles there.

On the other side of the banquet hall, Lannar assists Lannino in entertaining the Valerian family's relatives and friends.

It's a bit like a chaotic scene.

"Aren't you going to try to be discreet?"

Elaine pressed on relentlessly.

Aemon said coldly, "I have no fear."

"Tsk, what a greedy man."

Elaine chuckled, seemingly retaliating for the other party abandoning her and taking only their family to Tidehead Island.

Amon sneered inwardly.

Go ahead and laugh.

Once we leave you in King's Landing to be treated like a beast of burden, you won't be laughing anymore.

Elaine had no idea what he was thinking. Under the pretext of entertaining Dornish guests, she continued to pester Aemon and occasionally provoked Rhaenyra, who was standing nearby.

"Why would a princess of a nation share a husband with another woman? Is it because he is incredibly skilled in martial arts?"

As they talked, they started walking down the road.

Renilla was no longer a reckless girl; she maintained her smile: "You can try it if you'd like. If you dare?"

Elaine was impressed by Elaine's composure, which made her feel a little intimidated.

For some reason, she really didn't dare.

"Thump thump thump—!!"

Another burst of intense drumbeats marked the climax of the music in the banquet hall.

A slender figure entered through the gate, with black hair, black eyes, and a black gauze dress. She was leading a group of Unsullied warriors in black armor and holding a black-haired boy's hand.

A discerning observer glances back and is immediately struck by a black rose blooming amidst thorns, alluring yet exuding a dangerous aura.

"Lady Johanna Swin of Mil and her children, the Grand Steward of Emerald City, the Minister of Mil..."

Sir Harold read aloud as usual, introducing the unknown noble lord.

When Eamon looked back, he wasn't surprised to see Johanna's alluring face; it was he who had written to her asking her to come back and help.

She was taken aback when she saw the dark-haired boy holding hands with Johanna, whose snow-white thighs were hidden under her black tulle dress.

Why did she bring Gaimon along?

The occasions in which it appears are also quite controversial.

Imon frowned slightly, not wanting to reveal Gaimon's existence to the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms too early.

"I'll go greet him."

With things having come to this, Eamon whispered something to Renilla and went forward to greet them.

"It seems someone has a lover they don't know about."

Elaine looked surprised and moved closer to Renilla: "Do you see that boy? His face is exactly like Prince Aemon's."

"Shut up!!"

Renilla remained expressionless, giving him a cold, sidelong glance.

Elaine was surprised, but smiled and obediently withdrew.

Her Highness is really a bit overwhelmed.

"Father!!!!"

When Gaimon saw his father, his eyes lit up instantly, and he rushed over with open arms.

Aemon crouched down, picked him up, and took two steps before putting him down.

"I heard from your mother that you've already started looking for a swordsmanship master to learn martial arts?" he asked.

Gaimon nodded like a chick pecking at rice, his bright black eyes saying, "Yes, my swordsmanship master praised me for being very good."

Of course he's amazing. Inheriting the superhuman physique from His Highness the Prince, he is a true warrior descended to earth.

"Not bad, you have three-tenths of the talent I had when I was a child."

Without any shame, Eamon pushed his son out to play with his younger siblings.

Xiao Jie: ? ?

The guy with black hair is interesting.

“Gaimon misses you very much and also wants to get to know the younger brothers and sisters you mentioned.”

Johanna smiled slightly, her coquettish tilt of her head quite infuriating.

Imon was speechless: "You're putting me in a difficult position."

He understood Johanna's actions.

Although she doesn't seek official recognition and thinks things are just right now, she hopes her son can gain acceptance.

"You finally came to me for help, how could I let you off the hook?"

Johanna naturally took Eamon's arm, completely ignoring the astonished looks from those around her, and instead raised her chin with a hint of pride.

A light sheen of sweat appeared on Imon's forehead.

He didn't believe anyone could face such a scene without breaking a sweat.

If marriage is a skill, then His Highness the Prince is the one who has mastered it.

However, the minor negative consequences of these multiple marriages had to be swallowed down.

Be alert and don't lose face!
"Your Majesty, does your nephew seem to be too promiscuous?"

Coollen, seated below the king, joked, "It doesn't matter. In Dorne, it's common for both men and women to have lovers."

creak creak...

Viserys's face was grim as he gripped a knife and sharpened the porcelain plate.

Koolen found the joke amusing and, satisfied, continued watching the show from his wheelchair.

"Your Highness, who is this?" Elaine asked, feigning ignorance.

Aemon ignored her completely, but mentally made a note of this Dornish woman.

"your Highness."

Johanna released her hand beforehand and bowed respectfully to Renilla, showing no foolishness.

Renilla's expression softened slightly, and she hummed in agreement.

Imon took her hand, his palm warm and comforting.

“Eamon, the children are crying for you.”

At this moment, Lanaer walked over gracefully, wearing a sea-blue fishtail dress, with a gentle smile on her face.

Immon was taken aback, then moved.

The savior has arrived.

"This is Gaimon Sven, who is two months older than Xiao Jie."

Lana held Xiao Jie's hand in one hand and Gaimon's hand in the other, a hand that wasn't unfamiliar to her.

Jaeheris remained calm as he met his half-brother for the first time.

Gaimon was a little confused, wondering why his two aunts needed to introduce him.

Myr was an important fiefdom of Aemon, and most of the royal family had been there and knew this incredibly talented little fellow.

But the others don't know!

As the drumbeats grew increasingly rousing, all the nobles and lords present, whether from the Seven Kingdoms or Dorne, turned their gaze toward the Regent Prince.

Imon remained calm and composed, his expression unchanged.

He was a notorious scoundrel in the Seven Kingdoms, in no way inferior to his father Damon's reputation as a "playboy prince".

"Come, call him Father."

Lana bent down and placed her hand on Gaimon's shoulder, as if introducing her son to an unfamiliar father, or as if announcing Gaimon's background to the public.

Eamon raised an eyebrow and subtly glanced at his wives.

Lana smiled gently, encouraging the bewildered Gaimon.

Renilla's face remained stiff, yet she maintained her composure.

Jenny watched the commotion, while Janice looked worried.

"Father!"

Gaimon suddenly spoke, his voice loud and clear.

Aemon reached out and ruffled Gaimon's little head, looked around, smiled, and said, "Yes! Good son, take good care of your younger siblings in the future. You will be the strongest spear and shield of the royal family, and a good helper for little Jie."

As he spoke, he pressed his other large hand down on Jaheris's head.

Jae-He-Lis pouted, clearly not fond of having his hair messed up.

"younger brother."

Gaimon believed his father's nonsense and solemnly stretched out his hand, his little face full of seriousness.

"Brother~~"

Jaeheris was reluctant to have gained an older brother for no reason.

Gaimon: "I will protect you."

Jaheris tilted his head, his purple eyes seeming to ask, "Really?"

"Hmm." Gaimon patted his little chest.

"elder brother!"

Jahelis smiled and looked his serious-looking brother up and down with his big eyes.

He's really strong; he's also five and a half years old, but he's a head taller than him.

This is no match for Adam and Elin.

If all four of them attack together, and we also call on Daren and Aegon, we'll surely beat Aegon's shit out of him.

At such a young age, he already harbors deep resentment towards the Green Party.

The children's harmonious interaction eased the tension among the adults.

Renilla ruffled Gaimon's hair, glared at Gon, and said, "Let's go eat some delicious food."

"it is good!"

Jaeheris grabbed Gaimon's arm, his smile innocent: "Come on, I'll take you to find your uncle."

Seeing this, the noble lords silently withdrew their gazes.

From today onwards, the royal family will have one more prince.

As for whether it is legal or not?
Go talk to Vomisol.

Tell Silverwing.

Go tell the army in the valley.

"Hehe, congratulations Your Majesty, you have gained another grandson."

Coollen and the king became quite familiar with each other, and Coollen could joke around with each other without any worries.

Viserys' expression remained unchanged as he sneered, "It doesn't matter, your grandson will be a Targaryen anyway."

Koolen was taken aback, and his smile vanished.

The same bickering scene happened between the two main characters today.

Imond, dressed in Targaryen-style black, looked grim and occasionally exchanged glances with his fiancée across from him.

At this point, the banquet progressed to the dancing segment.

Alexandra wore a yellow Dornish dress with ruby-embellished buttons on the shoulders, making her petite figure appear radiant.

"It's time to dance."

She spoke in a low voice and proactively extended her small hand.

Imond looked reluctant, took hands, and they bowed to each other in respect.

He wouldn't have attended this ridiculous engagement ceremony if his parents hadn't forced him to.

"Dorn bitch."

Imond muttered something very softly.

"What did you say!?"

Alexandra was dancing when she heard the sound and her expression changed instantly.

Imond denied it: "It's nothing."

“I heard you insult me ​​on our engagement day.”

Alexandra's eyes were sharp, and her red-painted nails dug deep into Emond's hand, which he struggled in pain but did not let go.

Imond was furious. He hardened his heart, gritted his teeth, and whispered, "Yes, I cursed you. You weak Dorn bitch, as weak as your father."

"I will remember what you said."

Alexandra's eyes burned with fury as she released her grip and turned to perform a peacock-like engagement dance.

Imond scoffed, not taking it to heart at all.

As she turned around, she secretly glanced at her sister Helena's back, feeling increasingly wronged and resistant.

But my mother was right. Being born into royalty means you're often not in control of your own destiny.

(End of this chapter)