Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 43 Personal Flag!

"Would you like to reply to the princess's letter?"

The old scholar took out a pen and paper and asked the usual question.

"of course."

Yimeng spoke straightforwardly and added: "Please write for me and praise her for me."

He didn't dare to write.

Holding a pen here, I have to copy history books.

The old scholar was amused and shook his head and started writing.

Aemon smiled, leaned over the table, and said suddenly: "Maester, how do you think I can win the recognition of the Royce people?"

“It’s a profound question.”

The old scholar paused and said thoughtfully, "Your great-grandfather, His Majesty the King of Rensheng, did a good job. He chose to integrate."

Aemon frowned, pondering the meaning.

The Targaryen dynasty was founded by Aegon the Conqueror and the throne was passed to "Aenys I the Weak", who was usurped by "Maegor the Cruel" after his death.

These three monarchs had very different personalities, and their strategies and results during their reign were also very different.

The conqueror was the founding monarch, and no one dared to oppose him openly.

But in the Dorne War, he lost his beloved sister and queen.

Until his death, the seven kingdoms were never unified.

There is nothing much to say about Innis I. He was the flower in the cradle raised by his heroic father, but as soon as he ascended the throne, he faced various hidden dangers left by the conqueror.

His body couldn't bear the torture and he died of illness.

Maegor I was too cruel. He usurped the throne from his nephew Aegon the Uncrowned, committing the unforgivable crime of parricide.

But one thing is undeniable.

His cruelty and iron-blooded methods laid the foundation for the Targaryen dynasty's century-long success and cleared most obstacles for the next king.

The fourth king was his great-grandfather, Jaehaerys I.

Jaehaerys inherited the throne at a young age. When he was a teenager, he was supported and marginalized by his biological mother, the Queen Mother, and his stepfather, Lord Baratheon. After he became an adult, he gradually regained power.

He is a born king.

During his reign, he signed a "peace agreement" with the Church of the Seven Gods, toured the country to win over the aristocracy, and paved the "King's Road" to break through the shackles of various borders.

He was also decisive in foreign wars and repelled Dorne's invasions several times.

If he had not lost two outstanding heirs in his later years, his life would have been perfect.

Aemon's eyebrows furrowed deeper and deeper. He reached out and took out a seven-star emblem from the drawer. His face was serious. "Targaryen believes in the Seven Gods and integrates into the traditions of Westeros."

Only then will it be accepted.

The old scholar nodded and said, "I heard that the king is a loyal believer of the Seven Gods. Even the queen and the princess often go to King's Landing Cathedral."

Aemon looked up and saw the old maester winking at him.

"That's true."

Alicent was indeed a staunch follower of the Seven, but the same could not be said for the other two.

On a side note, integration is a solution.

but.

"I refuse," Aemon said seriously.

The old scholar was not surprised. From an outsider's perspective, he said: "Integration means changing oneself, which is a painful process."

It will still take decades of hard work for the centenarian king to make a decision.

Let alone an eight-year-old child.

"I am not afraid of hardship, but I don't want to compromise."

Aemon shook his head and said in High Valyrian: "I am who I am. This does not work!"

"Well, it seems you have other ideas."

The old scholar was very easy-going and didn't try to persuade her much.

On the contrary, I am glad that the other person has his own ideas and is good at thinking at a young age.

Aemon forced a smile, unable to express his pain.

My great-grandfather was lonely in his later years and was full of regrets in his final moments.

The so-called integration has completely stripped away his "bones and blood".

An old man and a young man were discussing, while the rest of the people were in a daze.

I don’t understand, I don’t understand at all.

The old scholar was running out of energy and concentrated on writing, thinking about how to reply without being rude.

Yimon hung his head and rummaged around in the drawer with his little hands.

He had to find a way to have the best of both worlds.

At least we can eliminate the misunderstanding and treat the symptoms instead of the root cause.

A quarter of an hour passed. The old scholar finished writing the letter and slowly sealed it with clay.

boom!
Aemon slammed the table, his face flushed with excitement, and asked: "Maester, can this be successful? "

When the hand moved away, it revealed a crest of the Royce family.

The old maester looked surprised. Thinking of the difficulty of changing the flag, he shook his head and said, "It can be done, but you can't get past the king. It will bury your old Valyrian bloodline."

The Targaryens were few and far between.

His Royal Highness the Prince is based in the valley and is originally a branch of the royal family.

How can you change the flag without permission?

Hearing this, Aemon took out a three-headed red dragon emblem and asked, "Can this do it?"

The old scholar still shook his head and said silently: "It can be done, but even if your mother is Lady Leia, if you want to change the flag of the Royce family, you have to appease them for several generations."

The marriage between Daemon and Lady Rhea was arranged when Queen Alysanne was still alive.

The original intention was to tie down the unruly grandson and create fertile soil for him to flourish.

However, the marriage was not harmonious, and a gap was left in the previous generation.

It was not easy for Prince Aemon to fill the gap.

Aemon looked serious, put the two emblems together, and said rigorously: "Then can this and this be combined together?"

This time it's not a question, it's a confirmation.

He wants to abandon the family emblems of the Targaryen and Royce families and merge them into one personal emblem!
The practice is simple, but the significance is profound.

The old scholar stood in awe and said in amazement: "It can be done! But you have to make some achievements, otherwise you won't be able to convince others."

The purpose of Rongzhang was to combine the strengths of both families.

If we cannot create cohesion based on this, we will become a laughing stock.

Aemon knew it, but there was no better, safer way.

He called William, who was sitting upright, and handed him two coats of arms, saying, "Take them to the prince's camp. The craftsmen know how to make flags."

The Prince's camp was a temporary area for housing slaves and his fifty valley knights.

It is under his jurisdiction and outside the management of Fushishi City.

"Yes, Prince!"

William was full of energy and set off immediately.

Aemon scratched his hair and said distressedly: "Maester, I have many ideas, but I lack wise men to help me."

He is not particularly smart or hardworking.

but it does not matter.

Reading history makes people wise. Many founding emperors were not wise men who could plan strategies.

If you can't be a good horse, be a good horse trainer who discovers it.

Knowing people and making good use of them can also help you achieve great things.

The old scholar hesitated for a moment and said weakly, "I am already sixty years old."

Sixty is not the age to struggle.

"I did not mean that."

Aemon was confused and asked for help: "Do you know anyone in the Citadel? Help me find two reliable people."

"Yes, we do. Are you sure you need it?"

The old scholar said cautiously.

"Yes, it must be done!" Imon was absolutely sure.

The Citadel is the only institution of learning in Westeros. Scholars are stationed in the castles of the major noble lords, making the Citadel's prestige deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

There is no doubt that the extinction of dragons in later generations was inevitably caused by the tricks of the academy that denied magic.

But there is a good saying.

Power is often held in the hands of a small group of people.

We can't kill them all with one blow.

Seeing that His Royal Highness did not seem to be joking, the old scholar pondered for a moment and said, "I have a distant nephew who is practicing hard in the Citadel. He has already worn six chains and his talent is even higher than mine."

"Can you call him?"

Aemon's eyes lit up. The Citadel produces talented people!

"You can try it."

The old scholar laughed and agreed, "But the distance between the Academy and Runestone City is too far. It will take a long time to send a message back and forth. You need to be patient."

"No problem, I'm just going to talk to mom about this."

Aemon was full of fighting spirit.

　Ok friends, taming your dragon is coming soon.

　　It's very fast, no lie.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)