Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 35: Throne Hall
After the afternoon, the sun was shining brightly.

As soon as Aemon walked out of the queen's bedroom, he was called to the throne room by the White Knight.

Squeak!

Two white knights opened the door, revealing a solemn and dignified hall.

The black stone floor has been stained by the years, and the dragon-carved stone pillars stand tall.

An Iron Throne, completely black and standing as if it were surrounded by a jungle of swords.

Aemon looked around, feeling strange yet familiar.

The last time he came, his great-grandfather carried him in his arms.

"Aemon, come here."

Viserys stood at the foot of the Iron Throne and waved with a smile.

The suggestions from the two trusted ministers were both good, but neither of them was entirely to their liking.

Why not ask it yourself?

Aemon dropped his playful smile, walked closer and said, "You should sit on it."

"Oh, is it so?"

Viserys smiled and said, "Everyone wants it, but they don't know how hard it is to sit on it."

Aemon nodded. "With the crown comes power and responsibility."

“You have great insights.”

Viserys said in surprise.

It wasn't a question, but a look of surprise at his nephew.

This is a simple concept, at least Daemon and Rhaenyra don't understand.

Imon is trying to hide his shortcomings.

After meeting the uncle's hopeful eyes, she took his left hand and said softly, "You've worked hard and you've been hurt for it."

Viserys shuddered and quickly withdrew his leather-gloved hand.

Since he sat on the Iron Throne, he has often been cut by the broken blade on it.

There were several festering sores on his back, and even the little finger and ring finger of his left hand were amputated.

Drinking heavily every day cannot numb the pain.

But the physical pain could not erase the shock in my heart.

Aemon had only been back in King's Landing three days, but he had already made detailed observations.

It can be seen that behind the power he paid a heavy sacrifice.

"You called me here because you have something to announce?"

Aemon looked innocent and changed the subject.

It is enough to reveal that you are not stupid.

It's time to ask for favors.

Viserys was stunned for a long time, then smiled and said, "Yes, you are a smart little guy."

Damn Damon, what a shit luck.

She is worthy of giving birth to such a good son.

Do you understand how to raise a child?
Upon hearing this, Aemon immediately changed his expression to please others: "Uncle, I saved Rhaenyra and the Duke of the West~"

The look on his face showed that he couldn't wait to get the reward.

Viserys shook his head and laughed, then lowered his head and asked, "What reward do you want?"

"No need. Saving Rhaenyra is my duty."

Aemon had a determined look on his face and patted his chest hard.

Although the white deer would not hurt anyone, it still knocked down a Lannister leader.

Of course, some exaggerated rhetoric is required.

"You really think so?"

Viserys said with amusement.

"of course."

Aemon was sure of it.

Viserys nodded slightly, deliberately dragging his feet for a while, and laughed in the little guy's burning eyes: "Go ahead. Your king is not a stingy person, and he will not treat his meritorious ministers unfairly."

What does it mean to save Rhaenyra without asking for reward?

Then who will take action next time? What will happen to Duke Jason who managed to save his life?
"Hey, then I'll tell you."

Aemon was cheeky.

Viserys gave her an encouraging look.

Don't be afraid of rewards, just be an obedient child.

Aemon's eyes rolled and he said pitifully, "My mother is the Lady of Runestone City, but the surname there is Royce after all, and I don't even have a fief of my own."

"Believe me, you will inherit your mother's fiefdom."

Viserys looked serious.

Madam Leia has only one son, and her nephew will surely become the future master of Fushishi City.

No one can change this.

Aemon added: "But I am not recognized by them. My father doesn't care about me. I am just a weak, pitiful and helpless little prince."

As he spoke, his eyes flickered with tears. Viserys was speechless, feeling uncomfortable being stared at by his nephew.

Damon is indeed a bad guy. I heard that he hasn't returned to the valley for several years.

Mrs. Rhea was a cold-tempered person, and she only knew how to ride horses and hunt all day.

It is indeed difficult for my nephew to inherit Fu Shi City as he is alone.

Viserys hesitated. "But you are too young, and there is no rich land in the Vale that is unowned and suitable for a title."

In his opinion, inheriting Fushi City is the best choice.

Grandmother Alysanne arranged this marriage just for Daemon's sake.

"I don't need a fiefdom."

Seeing that the time was right, Yimeng simply said: "But you must have an identity that people dare not despise."

Fu Shi City is of course his Fu Shi City.

But with a mother above him, he doesn't have any autonomy at all.

A title with more symbolic meaning than practical significance is urgently needed.

Viserys' eyes flickered, and he roughly understood what his nephew wanted.

This kind of nominal thing is sometimes dangerous.

"Any more?"

Viserys asked again.

He had to consider the first reward carefully.

"Can you mention one more?"

Aemon said in surprise.

Viserys chuckled. "Tell me what you want. It's easy enough to satisfy you."

"it is good!"

Aemon pondered for a moment, then said seriously, "I hope I can tame a dragon anytime I want."

“That’s your right.”

Viserys shook his head.

"That's all. That's enough."

Aemon smiled shyly.

It’s not easy to tame a dragon. What if you make a “small mistake” one day and get your dragon choked?

Viserys felt a little helpless, but at the same time secretly relieved that no one asked for too much.

He agreed: "It's no problem to tame the dragon, but you have to grow up a little bit, you can't climb on the dragon's back now.

……

At night, the king's bedroom.

Viserys changed into a red robe and sat in front of the fireplace sipping a glass of wine.

Allison sat on the other side.

The two just chatted for a while about Rainier's marriage.

Viserys was also quite excited when he mentioned it, saying: "Aemon is a good boy. It is unbelievable that Daemon could give birth to such a son. The gods are really unfair!"

Damn Damon, you bastard brother!

Alison said with interest, "But Rhaenyra has no idea, including the young talents in this hunt, Duke Jason who is injured in bed."

But she knew that the Lannister family was also one of the candidates for marriage.

Unfortunately, he died before he could accomplish his mission.

"Her willingness in this matter is not the point at all!"

Viserys became angry at the mention of this. He emphasized, "Rhaenyra is old enough. She needs a great lord as her husband, willing to respect and love her."

Alicent still smiled and spoke without any hesitation: "I believe that Rhaenyra will get married, but she must believe that it is her own choice."

Just find anyone.

As long as Aemon doesn't come to harm, nothing else matters.

Viserys rolled his eyes, put down his empty glass, and rubbed his head in dismay.

Is there anything more frustrating than a disobedient daughter?

The movement created a breeze, and a piece of letter on the table swayed.

Allison glanced at it, surprised to find something about war, and asked, "What is this?"

"A letter for help from the Stone Steps Islands."

Viserys didn't even look at it, not showing any interest.

Laena was still in King's Landing, urging him to send troops to help.

But it didn't seem to be a threat, but rather the meaning of cousin Rhaenys.

After getting the permission, Allison picked up the letter and read it through. Her eyebrows frowned. "Why don't you send troops to support us? Aemon's father is here too. He just made a contribution."

The letter said that the situation was tense and the soldiers had lost confidence in the protracted war.

All of Damon's mercenaries ran away.

　The dragon training plot is fast.

　　There is a small plotline during which the dragon is tamed.

　　Guess which dragon to tame?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)