Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 133 "Black Fire" can also be given to you
"This is pure slander."

Aemon objected vehemently.

"Oh, so whose room did you sleep in last night?"

Viserys smiled a smile that all men understood, and said teasingly, "Rhaenyra is four years older."

"That's just because I'm not old enough."

Aemon remained innocent.

Viserys let him go. "Perhaps."

It's not surprising that boys like mature women who are older than themselves.

Who doesn’t have a little curiosity and desire to conquer?

It's better than liking men.

Aemon's face darkened, feeling deep malice.

Confirm a sentence.

Lies don't hurt, truth is the knife.

"That's a bit far-fetched."

Viserys coughed twice and said seriously: "I will treat you as my own son. You should understand what this means."

"I guess I don't quite understand."

Aemon chooses to play dumb and defeat magic with magic.

Viserys said bluntly: "Marry her, and the two bloodlines will become one. Your offspring will be the next king."

Yimon played steadily: "Who said uncle?"

"Rhaenyra, rightful heir to the Iron Throne."

Viserys was afraid that he would continue to play dumb, so he said sternly, "You opened your eyes in her room this morning, don't think you can get away with it."

He suddenly realized that his way of chatting was so hateful.

Aemon said seriously, "If Rhaenyra says so, I will."

"You look troubled?"

Viserys frowned.

Aemon shook his head. "Rhaenyra is beautiful."

"There is no more beautiful girl in the Seven Kingdoms."

Viserys raised his chin with pride and boasted, "Many noble lords have begged to marry her, but none of them are worthy of my attention."

Iamon smiled noncommittally.

He admitted this, that Rhaenyra's beauty was all earned through her brain.

One can imagine how beautiful she is.

"Then it's settled. You will be officially engaged after the tournament."

Viserys was delighted. "I will knight you and let you marry her with great fanfare."

Everything is arranged clearly.

Yimon blurted out: "I advise you not to be happy too soon."

"Ok?"

Viserys was stunned by what he said.

Aemon told him frankly: "You'd better not betroth me too soon. The Faith of the Seven does not allow the engagement of two ladies at once."

He doesn't intend to waste time on internal affairs.

Marrying two means marrying two, no matter what anyone says, it’s useless.

"Do you know what you're talking about?"

Viserys's face suddenly turned grim.

Aemon knew it all: "You can have me hanged, but I'll nail you with my spit."

"Nonsense, how could I treat you like that."

Viserys was shocked and angry. He scolded: "I entrusted my daughter to you because I trusted you."

"I'd love to accept it, but I can't wrap my mind around it."

Aemon's words were hurtful.

He didn't want to say that.

But he knew very well that if he didn't say this, the other party would play dumb.

"You think what I gave you isn't enough?"

Viserys suddenly had an idea and promised: "When Rhaenyra is crowned king, you will be the protector of the realm and the regent who will manage the government."

That's all Damon wants.

He was reluctant to give it to his younger brother, but he could give it to his nephew without reservation.

Eamon still insisted: "It has nothing to do with this."

"So what do you want, the throne?"

Viserys frowned deeply, stood up and took out the family sword "Blackfyre", and said in a deep voice: "You can participate in the tournament tomorrow. As long as you can defeat a decent opponent, I will give it to you as my grandfather gave it to Daemon."

The Iron Throne is his bottom line.

But this family sword that symbolizes royal power is worthy of a brave warrior.

Faced with such hospitality, Yimon felt guilty.

Apart from being weak, my uncle has no weaknesses.

Almost all the noble qualities required of a king can be found in him.

Even though she knew that he was so nice to her, most of the time it was for Lenira's sake.

But "good" is good.

Seeing that his nephew was silent, Viserys finally became angry and asked, "What kind of magic potion did the daughter of the sea serpent give you to make you betray Rhaenyra's feelings?"

Aemon said softly, "If it's just about feelings, I will marry Lanaar without hesitation."

"You said you married her out of responsibility?"

Viserys had a quick mind and immediately grasped the key points.

Aemon hesitated and sighed helplessly.

Silence is Cambridge tonight.

Rhaenyra was so stupid.

Her status and position are crucial and determine the direction of "Dance of the Blood Dragon".

If you don't keep it by your side, you will definitely do something weird.

Viserys looked incredulous and murmured, "You think of yourself as the conqueror, and my daughter as Visenya."

It’s still a low-end version of Visenya.

"Rhaenyra has always been good to me."

Aemon spoke his mind.

"Then you should be devoted to her."

Viserys could not accept the cruel truth and ignited his anger: "You don't deserve to be treated like this by us. You and your father are both bastards."

"Uncle."

Aemon stood up.

"sit down!"

Viserys shouted.

Aemon sat down.

"Listen, I won't allow my nephew to be an ungrateful person."

Viserys's eyes were fierce, and he warned, "You will stay in this room, and you are not allowed to go anywhere until you have figured it out."

"House arrest?"

Aemon was surprised.

Viserys said angrily, "Whatever you think, you cannot leave this room."

After saying that, he walked out angrily.

When I passed the door, I stepped on a dragon-shaped stone sculpture and almost tripped.

"Be careful."

Aemon said nervously.

"Sit down, bastard!"

Viserys turned around and cursed, kicking his beloved stone sculpture and pushing the door open.

boom!
The door was shut heavily, and the door frame shook off the dust. I vaguely heard my uncle instructing the Kingsguard to guard the door, not to contact anyone, and not to send any food or drink.

"You still treat me like a child."

Aemon looked helpless as he flicked the clan sword "Blackfire" at his side.

"Discover an item containing magic power, gain +10 magic essence."

Small gain.

Aemon tried to find some joy in the midst of hardship, tending to the stone sculptures on the oversized round table.

The diameter is over two and a half meters.

The overall shape is based on the capital of the Freehold Empire, including the flat-topped towers where the dragon kings live, the Valyrian Avenue built with dragonstone, and various giant dragons of similar appearance.

I played with it for a while, but there was nothing new.

Aemon rested his elbow on the table and picked up the glass wine jug and shook it.

Half a pot of red wine, as red as fire in the sun.

"Oh, I don't like drinking."

Aemon fell down dejectedly.

Telling the truth offends people.

But when I can say what’s in my mind, I feel the best I’ve ever felt.

"What's next?"

Aemon nodded his head, thinking about how to escape.

It's not about leaving this room, but about breaking free from the current predicament.

Without Daemon, the royal family and House Velaryon are still equal in strength.

He is as good as three.

Guaranteed win!

The uncle was very tolerant because he saw his deterrent power.

"But you still treat me like a child."

Aemon was very unhappy.

He would rather his uncle drove him out of King's Landing in a fit of anger, so that he could do whatever he wanted without the constraints of family ties.

With my uncle's shrewdness, he obviously wouldn't give up his martial arts.

Lock him up and put constant physical and mental pressure on him to force him into submission.

It's like training an eagle.

……

the other side.

Viserys walked out of the floor with a gloomy face and a menacing look.

He had never seen such a bastard.

Marrying the daughter of a sea snake is an emotion, marrying his daughter is a responsibility.

Is Rhaenyra really that unsatisfactory?!
"Damn you Damon, your son deserves to die too!"

Viserys cursed all the way.

The tournament will still be held and the king must attend.

When the noble lords passing by saw the angry king, they all stepped aside and remained silent.

Afraid of getting into trouble.

Stair corner.

Collis, dressed in a formal suit, walked downstairs slowly with his wife.

Both of them saw this scene.

"I heard that something big happened last night."

Collis was implying something.

"It's all over, isn't it?"

Rhaenys didn't want to dwell on it.

Early in the morning, Damon disappeared and a brothel was burned down on Silk Street.

It is said that there is a shadow of a dragon inside.

It's obvious with your toes that this is a scandal that cannot be exposed.

While he was standing there, a servant came quietly and whispered something to Collis.

After he leaves.

Collis looked surprised and said, "The king has imprisoned his nephew."

It seems that the father and son committed the crime in collusion.

"Don't overthink it. That kid still has a bit of bottom line."

Rhaenys retorted with disdain, "But I'm not surprised that he's imprisoned."

He touched her daughter and then turned around and said he wanted to marry two wives.

He must have said the same thing to Viserys to be punished.

"You're still as cynical as ever."

Collis admired his wife's wisdom.

Rhaenys snorted coldly: "There are too many Targaryen idiots, especially those with penises."

We really need to follow the Faith of the Seven.

From top to bottom, every one of them would be killed and their necks cut and their blood drained.

……

Princess' bedroom.

Seeing Aemon being taken away, Rhaenyra was alone and uneasy.

She was afraid her father would be angry with Aemon.

Moreover, the two of them had done something last night, which legally meant that Aemon was guilty of treason.

"No, I can't sit still and wait for death."

Rhaenyra decided to do something.

Alison had already launched an attack on her, she couldn't wait around.

"I don't have the power to speak, so I'll find someone who does."

Rhaenyra's clever mind worked, and she quickly thought of looking for allies.

And her first target was Lannar, who had used a gun.

"If she's willing to help, Aemon can be kept safe."

Rainiera perked up and went out directly.

Lanar is smarter than her, and there is also the oldest and largest dragon, Vhagar.

The two of them together have status and strength, and all problems can be easily solved.

Rainier went out in a hurry.

When I arrived at Lannar's room, I knocked on the door but received no response.

"not here?"

Rhaenyra said in surprise.

Could it be that he went to the arena?

"Your Highness, someone has a message for you."

A timid voice came from behind.

A young, delicate-looking maid stood respectfully.

Rhaenyra asked curiously, "Elenda, are you sending me a message?"

The other party was her close female companion, from the Marseille family in the royal territory.

Elenda looked around to see that there was no one around, and whispered, "It's someone from Flea Bottom, and I heard she's called White Maggot Xiaomei."

"White maggots?"

Rhaenyra fell into deep thought.

She had some impression of him, it seemed like they had met once.

Daemon had stolen the dragon eggs she had prepared for her deceased brother and given them to her mistress who was raised on Dragonstone.

The mistress was pregnant and was called a white maggot.

(End of this chapter)