Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 335 Your Majesty, I am your cousin!

"Ok?"

Imon was taken aback by what he said.

……

The sea in summer.

As usual, the Valantis fleet approached the Arm of Dorne to observe the towering First Fire Peak and the young dragons frolicking and hissing around it.

But this time, it was destined to be a one-way trip.

"All troops, attack!!"

Wearing a suit of silver-grey armor, Corliss sailed out of the Fire Peak Strait aboard the Sea Serpent, heading straight for the fleet of Valantis.

Behind his ship were more than a dozen battle-hardened Valerian ships.

Naval battle is imminent.

The Valentis fleet was startled when it saw the Valerian fleet, but after seeing that the enemy was taking the initiative to attack, not hesitating to sail a long distance and waste the sailors' energy, it was clear that the enemy was not afraid of the long journey.

"Hahaha, the sea serpent is actually a brute."

A Tiger Party commander laughed and ordered the sailors to lower the rams of the ships and then ignite rockets to wait for the enemy to strike.

War is an art.

While a surprise attack may have the upper hand, the word "surprise" implies timing.

The battlefield is ever-changing, and opportunities can be real or false.

If the two sides are too close, and the Valerian fleet suddenly charges out, it will definitely disrupt the Valantis fleet's formation, causing morale to plummet and resulting in damage.

However, if the two sides are too far apart, it will take some time and the sailors' energy to reach the other side's fleet.

During this time, the Valantis fleet can calm down from the chaos, arrange its formation, draw its bows and crossbows, and wait for the enemy to get close and exhaust their strength before launching a fierce attack.

The commander of the Valantis fleet was a seasoned veteran sailor, and he did indeed do so.

But he overlooked one point.

Corliss the Sea Serpent was able to make nine voyages and become famous all over the world. How could he be an incompetent man who didn't understand military strategy?

"Raise the command flag!"

Corliss, his face stern, turned around and shouted.

The flag bearer perked up and quickly raised the flag, waving it according to the flag signals.

Upon seeing this, the trumpeters behind immediately began to play a foot-long horn.

"Uuuuuu——"

After a deep horn sounded, the Arm of Dorne was silent for a moment, then two giant dragons, one golden and one brown, flew out.

Yangyan and the sheep thief were much faster than the ships, soaring over the Valerian fleet and rushing over the Volantis fleet, spewing dragonfire.

In an instant, the Valantis fleet was burned and screams filled the air.

Seeing this, Corliss smirked and gripped the long, curved knife in his hand.

Now that we have dragons, who's going to play the same old tricks of building strongholds and fighting a war of attrition?

"Kill them all!"

At Corliss's command, the Valerian fleet rushed to the vicinity of the Volantis fleet, and the sailors drew their bows and fired fire arrows, intensifying the burning speed of the dragon flames.

The Valantis fleet, consisting of over twenty warships and thousands of sailors and mercenaries, was annihilated without any chance of resistance.

After the war, it was already night.

Corliss tallied the spoils of war, sent news of the victory out by raven, and returned home alone aboard the Sea Serpent.

……

The King's Landing.

Grand Secretary Orville received two pieces of good news, which immediately caused a sensation at the Imperial Council.

“Your Majesty, Mor is already on his way back with Prince Imon. Once we control him, Kohol will be ours for the taking.”

The radical, Butimus, passionately offered his advice.

"No, no, no, Mor's nephew is still acting as regent in Kohor. Are you trying to instigate a war between the Iron Throne and Kohor?"

Orville, a conservative, made a rare public statement, vehemently opposing the move.

The Imperial Council had already discussed Mohr's views beforehand.

How can we get carried away and push our luck just because things are going smoothly?

The others in the Imperial Council looked uncertain as they watched the two argue.

Johanna sat with her legs crossed, her expression calm and elegant, treating it as a good show.

Thaddeus became cautious and hesitant to speak rashly after being implicated in the murder of Dornish nobles by the Golden Robe.

Tailan's eyes darted around, unsure which side to help.

"That's enough for today."

Seeing that the argument was not going to reach a conclusion, Viserys didn't bother to express his opinion and simply got up and left.

"His Majesty……"

Tailan reached out, trying to stop him.

The King has already left the palace under the protection of Sir Harold, Commander of the Kingsguard.

The ministers quieted down, each still preoccupied with their own thoughts.

For example, Batimus was a typical example of someone who was ambitious and eager to make a name for himself in front of the king as a newcomer to the royal council.

Grand Secretary Orville, having developed a deep friendship with the king due to the treatment of his cut, naturally began to consider the king's perspective in his thinking.

They broke their promises and waged reckless wars.

That is absolutely the way to create chaos.

"Hey!"

Viserys walked a long way, and thinking about the arguments at the royal council and Mor's choice, he couldn't help but sigh.

Everyone knows it's good to be a king, but who knows how difficult it is to be a king?

……

Imon took over the caravan, crossed the Norfos Hills, met Torero and "White Bear" Harlow who were stationed in Gödöh, and was then entertained by Prince Reggio in Pentos.

Finally, after two and a half months, I saw King's Landing again.

After crossing Blackwater Bay, a large crowd gathered in front of the city gate of Mud Gate. Led by the Minister of Justice Thaddeus and assisted by Tremont Setiga, the deputy commander of the capital's garrison, a welcoming party of about a hundred people was formed.

Judging solely by its scale and influence, it was undeniably grand.

"You must be tired from your journey, Your Highness."

After Thaddeus landed in Immen, he shook hands with Immen and asked him many questions.

Imon was speechless. He withdrew his hand and asked, "How is Uncle?"

Uncle Viseris was in poor health, especially after he fainted from anger at Aemond's engagement celebration, and he remained ill for a long time.

He's been gone so long; who knows how much trouble the Imperial Council has caused his uncle? "His Majesty is in good health and is waiting for you at the Red Keep."

Thaddeus was an honest man among the shrewd, diligent in everything he did, and never lied.

"This is King's Landing?"

Moore disembarked and looked up at the towering mud gate, his eyes scrutinizing him.

The city walls were tall, and soldiers stood guard behind the parapets; everything was in perfect order.

I twitched my nostrils twice and caught a faint stench and fishy smell. Although it was unpleasant, it wasn't as exaggerated as the rumors that King's Landing was a cesspool.

At least in terms of appearance and taste, it's much better than Corkhor.

"Consul Mor, welcome to your visit."

Clement, draped in a golden robe, stood tall and solemn, receiving the guests on behalf of his superior.

Despite Thaddeus's seemingly lowly position in the Council of Kings, he was a truly important minister with a status that transcended worldly affairs.

It's already a big favor that they came to pick up Moore.

It's absolutely impossible for him to reconcile with me like he did with Aemon.

Aemon had no time for conversation; his mind was filled with Rhaenyra, the children, and his uncle Viserys. He rode a white horse ahead of them back to the Red Keep.

Thaddeus looked regretful, wanting to reminisce more.

At this moment, the man in the golden robe arrived in a carriage drawn by four warhorses and invited Mor to get in.

In terms of etiquette, they gave this Consul Kohol plenty of face.

After all, Kohol was not on the same level as the Targaryen dynasty, which was a behemoth.

With control of the three kingdoms of women and after conquering Dorne, the power of the Iron Throne is greater than ever before.

While Kohol may possess the financial resources of a free trade city-state, it is ultimately only equivalent to the total value of a riverine or stormland.

Compared to any of the coastal city-states among the Three Women's Kingdoms, it is even inferior.

Should the king personally go out to greet a duke from a certain region during his visit?

……

After entering King's Landing, Mor was not immediately summoned by Viserys, but was instead taken to a manor near the Red Keep to rest.

The brothers Illik and Alec Carguel, members of the Imperial Guard, were assigned to protect him.

It served both as a means of surveillance and as a precaution against malicious acts by petty thieves.

Parliament Hall.

“Aemon has returned, and he has brought Mor Aignon Ra with him. I have decided to hold a grand tournament in King’s Landing to celebrate the arrival of our guest.”

Viserys was in a great mood and wanted to have some fun.

The ministers, of course, wouldn't be so foolish as to refuse, and the proposal was passed without any problem.

The atmosphere became awkward when the topic of attitudes toward Moore and Kohol came up.

"Why didn't you say anything?"

Imon was somewhat surprised.

Viserys had a headache. He looked at the sea serpent opposite him and said, "Lord Corliss, why don't you start the conversation?"

Corliss didn't mince words, frankly stating, "We agreed beforehand that Moore would be placed under house arrest, which would be used to control Corhol."

"I object."

Otto immediately retorted, his face serious and his words vehement: "Mor has come all the way to King's Landing, and his words and actions show his friendly attitude toward the Iron Throne. If he is placed under house arrest, it will only worsen the relationship between the Kingdom and Corhol."

The two had completely different opinions.

Viserys frowned, agreeing with both the sea serpent and Otto.

"Your Majesty, I think it would be better to control Mor."

Bartimus spoke up: "Prince Damon has coveted Kohol for a long time, and a conflict between the two sides is bound to break out sooner or later. Rather than letting things drift, we should take advantage of Kohol's leaderlessness and launch a strong attack."

Corliss was taken aback by what he heard and looked at Batimos in surprise.

He thought he was radical enough.

Surprisingly, they still opted for a conservative approach.

Subsequently, the remaining ministers expressed their opinions.

Thaddeus abstained, but subjectively supported Otto, prioritizing peace.

Grand Scholar Orville shared the same idea.

Johanna remained silent and did not express her opinion.

After wavering, Tyran chose to support the Sea Serpent, believing that placing Moore under house arrest would have a better long-term effect.

"Imon, what are your thoughts?"

Viserys was overwhelmed by what he heard and looked to his nephew for help.

Aemon looked at him strangely and said, "I think you should see Mor privately first."

"Oh?"

Viserys was taken aback, not expecting such a response.

It's not that he was surprised; rather, Imon was shocked by Mor when he first met him.

To avoid any surprises, Imon cautioned: "Don't believe anything the other person says."

"Is that right?"

Viserys didn't understand what it meant. Was the other person a liar?

After the Imperial Council meeting concluded.

Viserys decided to heed his nephew's advice and meet with Mor alone.

The king's palace.

Right next to the table with the stone figurine, Viserys sat in a chair, striking what he considered a dignified pose.

Boom boom boom!
There was a knock on the palace door. Viserys quickly straightened his collar and said in a deep voice, "Come in."

Squeak!

Sir Harold opened the door and led a thin, silver-haired old man inside.

Viserys tilted his head and sized him up: "You are Mor Aignon La of Cohort?"

"Your Majesty, please allow me to explain."

Mor quietly observed the king on the Iron Throne, took a deep breath, and suddenly said, "I am your cousin. If the family records are correct, I should be called Mor Orion, the current head of the Orion family."

"What did you say?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Viserys jumped to his feet.

Mohr was not surprised; he had seen the same expression when he met Imon. He said earnestly, "I have the blood of the Orion family flowing through my veins."

Then, under Viserys's incredulous gaze, he said:
"You may not know this, but during the ancient Valyrian period, Orion and the Targaryen family were close allies, frequently intermarrying and holding a place in the Freehold Council."

(End of this chapter)