Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 372 Boros's Forced Marriage
Then go ahead.

Aemon smiled and glanced at Otto. After a brief discussion with his uncle, they decided to accept the invitation and head to Storm's End along the way.

Otto looked grim and said to the Grand Secretary, "Write a letter in advance to inform the Duke of Boros that the King has come from afar and does not want to encounter any trouble that would hinder his journey."

Orville was taken aback and looked at the King and the Prince.

The former remained silent, while Imon smiled slightly: "Let's do it that way."

From the few words in the letter that were tried to conceal but not well concealed, he had already guessed Boros's intentions.

He repeatedly mentioned his daughter because he wanted to find a son-in-law for Si Feng.

The reason Garwin was invited, who was far away in the old town, was not because he had his eye on the young count, but rather on the servant who was being fostered by the count.

Darren Targaryen.

The sea voyage was swift, and they arrived at Storm's End early the next morning.

"Haha, His Majesty's personal visit is truly an honor for Windbreak Fortress."

Boros's laughter was like thunder. He was dressed in a yellow robe covered in gold and silver, and his bulky figure almost caused the buttons to burst.

"Ah."

Viserys glanced at it and walked forward indifferently.

After several years, the newly appointed duke, who had lost his father's control and was completely illiterate, had become increasingly incompetent.

"Forehead."

Boros was speechless at the king's cold attitude. A hint of anger flashed in his blue-gray eyes, but he still pretended to be nonchalant.

I need someone's help, so I can't be stingy.

He turned his head and laughed heartily: "Your Highness, you are still so young and handsome. Princess and Lannar are truly blessed."

Eamon, with his sharp tongue, said: "You've gotten much fatter than before. I thought you were a wild boar learning to stand up."

"..."

Orville and Otto walked by silently, not even glancing at the embarrassed Duke, and observed the people around them.

Storm's End is not large.

After all, it's an isolated fortress built on the edge of a cliff, constantly battered by storms; if it gets too big, something bad might happen.

Its exterior structure resembles the city of Runestone, with the main castle resembling a large chimney with a dome, and various workshops built on both sides. Iron gates block the front courtyard, which is the size of a basketball court.

At this time, many carriages were parked in the courtyard, and there were also Stormland Knights leading their warhorses.

Otto, with his sharp eyes, quickly spotted the burning tower flag of the Hightower family flying in an area.

"It's really coming."

He clenched his fists secretly, his gaze towards Boros filled with ill intent.

"Hiss!"

"..."

Two loud dragon roars rang out, and the noble lords in the courtyard looked up in surprise to see two enormous figures entwined and frolicking in mid-air.

A dragon with bluish-gray scales all over its body, scarlet dorsal fin and wing membranes, a majestic body, and no horns on its head.

Its wingspan is 30 meters and its length from head to tail is 15 meters.

A dragon with brownish-yellow scales all over its body, no dorsal fin, yellowish-black wing membranes, a slender body, and sharp horns.

Its wingspan is 19 meters and its length from head to tail is 8.5 meters.

Two sub-adult dragons were playing happily when they gradually landed on the open ground cleared by the crowd.

"Araks!"

"Tereksh!"

Lusris and Belron trotted out, each cupping the dragon's chin and affectionately rubbing and comforting it.

Seeing this, Viserys's pale face, marred by weakness and seasickness, changed, and a slight smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

The Targaryens have truly risen to power.

After settling the two dragons in the Storm's End Dragon Park, the group entered the Storm Hall.

Garwin naturally approached the royal family and, after meeting the King and Prince, asked with delight, "Father, are you also accompanying His Majesty to Valhal?"

Otto gave a cold look: "Don't inquire about the king's whereabouts."

"..."

The only thing that pleased Otto was that his foolish son hadn't brought Darren along, but instead stayed in Old Town to further his studies.

Next up is Storm's End's Nest's home turf event.

Boros certainly took his daughter's name day very seriously, or rather, he used it as an excuse to hold a "memorial service."

Not only was a grand banquet held, but a martial arts tournament was also convened the following day.

The noble lords and knights of the Stormlands eagerly participated, hoping to win the favor of the duke's daughter with their outstanding performance.

But their plans clearly failed.

Maryse Baratheon, her thick eyebrows furrowed, her ordinary face displaying arrogance, spoke disdainfully to her two sisters:
"They're all muscle-bound idiots. I want a dragon, not a quill pen or a black lion."

Quill and Black Lion are two of the main nobles of Stormlands.

Her two younger sisters are Elaine Baratheon, who is under 14 years old, and Florice Baratheon, who is about 8 or 9 years old.

Ellen lowered her head and remained silent. She was prettier than the second sister, Maris, who was the most plain-looking of the four sisters, and about the same as the eldest sister, Cassandra. She had a rather submissive personality.

But people with this kind of personality are often cunning and malicious.

Florence, though the youngest, was the most beautiful. At this moment, she clenched her fists excitedly, both for the thrill of the martial arts tournament and for her expectations of her father's plans.

The Baratheon caste is resilient, with almost no cowardly children.

The eldest sister among the four storms has successfully made it ashore thanks to her age advantage, and the next most promising one is the outstanding-looking one.

Meanwhile, Boros was quite pleased with the tournament and took the time to visit the king, who was not very interested.

Without mincing words, he stated directly, "Your Majesty, you have already seen my remaining three daughters. They are all ladies, and the young men of Stormland are eager to be with them."

Viserys forced a smile.

After all, it would be impolite not to smile.

Boros plopped down, rudely sitting close to the king, and said in a gruff voice, "Your Majesty, your youngest son, Prince Darren, is not yet engaged. Why not arrange a marriage between him and one of my daughters?"

He then sent for his three daughters. "Your Grace..."

The old scholar of Storm's End looked troubled, wanting to persuade him and also remind him not to be disrespectful to the king.

"Get out of here, you despicable scholar!"

Boros's expression changed, and he immediately launched into a tirade of insults.

Despite being illiterate, he has the utmost contempt for these intellectuals from the academic city.

The old scholar, used to this, took his leave with an embarrassed expression.

Viserys frowned, gaining a deeper understanding of Bolos's rudeness.

Soon after, three storms arrived.

"Your Majesty, please look."

Boros stretched out his hand and introduced his three daughters one by one, speaking frankly like a salesman, asking the king to choose one of them as a daughter-in-law.

Viserys' face turned pale with anger, but out of politeness, he said tactfully, "Lord Boros, marriage is not a trivial matter, and the wishes of our children must also be taken into account."

"Your Majesty, do you look down on those three?"

Boros's expression changed, and he showed no restraint, directly revealing the truth.

Viserys was so angry that he couldn't help but cough.

When the king is humiliated, his subjects naturally cannot stand idly by.

Otto immediately stepped forward, his face cold as he questioned, "Lord Boros, the King has already said he will consider his children's opinions. Are you forcing me?!"

Boros raised an eyebrow, clearly disdainful of the former prime minister, and snapped, "Hightar, who do you think you are?"

Do you know how prestigious the Baratheon family is?

It was founded by Oris Baratheon, who followed Aegon the Conqueror in unifying the Seven Kingdoms, served as Hand of the King, and conquered the Dorne.

According to legend, Oris was the bastard brother of Aegon the Conqueror.

At the beginning of Jaehaerys's reign, Lord Rhoga of House Baratheon was a key figure in his rise to power. He not only married Jaehaerys's mother, Queen Mother Alyssa Valerian, but also served as regent.

When King Baratheon "rebelled" by marrying his sister Alexandria Targaryen, freeing himself from the control of the Queen Mother and the Regent, House Baratheon remained steadfast.

His aunt Jocelyn Baratheon married Aemon, the Prince of Dragonstone, and had a cousin, Rhaenys Targaryen.

His eldest daughter, Cassandra, also married her nephew, Lannino.

This honor, born of shared blood, is far more profound than that of the Arryn family in the valley.

The Hightower family? They're just a roadside family.

Upon hearing this, Otto's face turned pale and then purple, and he was about to start cursing.

The Hightower family was merely a figurehead.

When the Duke of Boros was alive, I respected you greatly.

Boros has been dead for several years.

With the rise of the Targaryens, this generation was undoubtedly the most powerful period for House Hightoar.

I'll avoid your sharp edge!?

"Otto, calm down."

Viserys stopped coughing, stopped Otto from acting impulsively, and displayed the dignity befitting a king.

Upon seeing the king's expression, Boros's arrogance diminished by half.

People who appear arrogant are mostly just bluffing.

Aemon remained uninvolved throughout, sitting quietly to the side and observing, his eyes darting back and forth between the focal points and the three storms.

It must be said that Borough President's wife, Karina Karen, has really good genes.

Of the four daughters, all of them except for the second daughter, Marys, who was ugly and mischievous, had good-looking faces.

Especially her youngest daughter, Florice, who is so beautiful she looks like a porcelain doll.

If it weren't for the fact that Boros himself was too stupid, and that all four storms had suffered difficult births and deaths, he would have wanted to arrange a marriage between Xiaolu or Belron.

After all, while the Baratheon family may have their rebellious streak, one thing is undeniable.

That is, having Valyrian blood.

Compared to other noble lords on the continent, they are a better fit for the Targaryens.

“Lord Boros, it is not that I have not taken a liking to the three young ladies, nor that I have looked down on the Baratheon family.”

Viserys remained calm as he spoke, “But my two older sons are already married, while my youngest son is far away in Old Town. The Queen and I both wish to keep him by our side for a while after he returns from his studies.”

It's as if Darren didn't marry a wife, but rather married someone from outside the family.

But Boros couldn't find fault with it.

Following precedent, both Princes Aegon and Aemond received their fiefs while away from home, and Daeron, as the most beloved youngest son, would certainly not be without a fief.

Even if they don't, the royal family will find a way.

Starting with Aemon, legitimate princes without inheritance rights all received fiefdoms.

This is no longer a mere coincidence, but rather a deliberate expansion of the royal family's territory to help their bloodline spread and multiply.

Boros's face flushed red, and he was panting heavily with anger as he faced the way out offered by the king.

Viserys remained calm and unperturbed, completely unconcerned about the threat posed by a duke.

Do they really think the royal family is still the same as before?
Aegon the Conqueror could appoint his bastard brother Oris Baratheon as Duke of Storm's End, or strip the Baratheon family of their honors and install another family, the Tully or Tyrell, in the new position.

The scene was a bit unpleasant.

"Okay, I'll do it."

Amon looked around, sighed softly, and got up to walk straight toward Boros.

Boros's expression changed, and he took three steps back.

Useless.

Aemon grabbed Boros by the neck and led him to a less crowded area without saying a word; the guards around them didn't even dare to stop him.

Since you don't understand reason, I, the king, also know a little about martial arts.

(End of this chapter)