Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord

A few days later.

Blackwater Bay, the sea is calm.

A large dragon-headed ship sailed slowly, raising the sail with a three-headed red dragon painted on it.

"Princess, the sea breeze is strong outside."

Cole said with concern, holding a black cloak in his hand.

"No, I want to blow the wind."

Rhaenyra smiled slightly and declined the White Knight's kindness.

Today is an important day for her.

The one and a half year long Swift Tour of the Continent finally ended.

God knows how strong her will was to hold on.

Fortunately, with her father's permission, she can return to King's Landing openly.

Cole nodded: "In half an hour, we can land."

Holding the cloak with one hand, she quietly guarded by the side.

Rhaenyra was used to it and continued to enjoy the scenery of Blackwater Bay.

After the hardships of "tour to choose a husband", the relationship between the master and the minister was greatly eased.

Especially at Storm's End.

As the son of the steward of Black Harbor, Cole knew many scandals of the nobles in the Storm Land, which greatly reduced the difficulty of selecting allies.

After spending a long time together, Cole showed the tenderness of a male mother.

It was like returning to the ideal state of "my white knight" in the past.

"Princess..."

Cole opened his mouth and wanted to say something.

Rhaenyra frowned in doubt and looked up at the horizon.

It seemed to have discovered something.

"Hiss... Ka..."

The clouds shrouded in mist were suddenly torn apart, and a huge monster rushed out like red lightning.

Fierce and evil appearance, slender snake-like body, a pair of wide scarlet flesh wings...

"Dragon!"

Cole shouted: "Protect the princess."

Boom——

The scarlet dragon swooped down, its slender body brushed past the mast, sweeping gusts of wind.

Rhaenyra didn't stand firmly and fell down with a plop.

"Princess, are you okay?"

Cole looked anxious and stepped forward to help her up.

"No, I'm fine."

Rhaenyra covered her forehead and stared at the scarlet dragon shadow heading straight for King's Landing in a daze.

That was her uncle Daemon's dragon.

Doesn't that mean Daemon is back?

"Hiss—"

Suddenly, a thunderous roar came from the horizon, and the shaking clouds and mists were cleared.

Rhaenyra looked up immediately.

A dragon as big as a mountain, with bronze scales all over its body and a majestic and domineering appearance, broke through the clouds.

Its body size was even larger than the scarlet dragon just now, and its physique was also more majestic and powerful.

"Aemon."

Rhaenyra said in surprise.

She stood on tiptoe and looked at the railing of the boat, but the bronze dragon had a wide back and she couldn't see the person on the dragon's back at all.

Boom—

Wormithor's bronze pupils were cold and indifferent. He ignored the ships below and flew towards King's Landing at an unhurried pace.

Like a king high above.

...

King's Landing.

The Red Keep, the throne room.

The ministers entered and stood in two rows on the left and right.

The return of "The Prodigal Prince" Daemon Targaryen to King's Landing was a major event.

The king came to court at short notice, which showed how much he valued the king.

"Prince."

"Your Highness..."

Aemon walked slowly, and everyone greeted him with smiles.

"Yes."

Aemon nodded one by one, as a greeting.

He had mixed feelings.

He had expected his father Daemon to come back, but he didn't expect him to come back so soon.

The father and son met in Blackwater Bay, what a wonderful fate.

The others made way for him.

No one wanted to offend a Targaryen with dragons and real power.

Even if the other party was just a teenager under the age of 16.

Especially at a critical moment like today when the situation was changing.

Aemon looked normal, standing in the front of the crowd on the right.

Beside him were noble nobles, including ministers of the royal court.

He used to be able to only find a corner in the throne room to listen.

But now, people would take the initiative to make room for him.

After a while, the hall was full of people.

Ser Harold, the commander of the Kingsguard, came out and said solemnly:

"Viserys I of the Targaryen family, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Ruler of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm."

"Here you are!"

The whole audience was silent, looking at the door silently.

Viserys wore a black crown, a golden crown on his head, and walked step by step with his family sword "Blackfyre".

He had a resolute face and was accustomed to the grand occasions that attracted everyone's attention.

Under the protection of two white knights.

He climbed onto the Iron Throne, which was like a forest of swords and twisted and towering.

Aemon narrowed his eyes slightly.

At this moment, his uncle made him feel unfamiliar.

He was not as amiable as before, and he no longer smiled dotingly to please his wife and daughter.

There was no expression on his face, and his purple eyes were as deep as the sea.

If you don't know, you would think he was a cold-faced king who never smiled.

Viserys did not sit down, but stood on the steps of the Iron Throne with his family sword "Blackfyre".

His palm rubbed the hilt of "Blackfyre", and the tip of the sword kept hitting the iron surface.

He was trying his best to hide his emotions.

"Aemon."

Hearing someone calling him, Aemon turned around.

Rhaenyra shuttled through the crowd, smiling and waving at him.

She didn't have time to change her regular clothes, wearing a red formal dress, like an excited red butterfly.

Aemon smiled and motioned her to stand next to him.

The heir to the Iron Throne.

I can't stand in the corner with him and listen like before.

"Daemon is back."

Rhaenyra seemed very excited, and was eager to share her experiences as soon as they met.

Aemon: "Come back when you come back."

"Aren't you happy?"

Rhaenyra wondered.

Aemon rolled his eyes and pushed his head away from her.

None of his sons are excited, so why are you so excited?

Dad Damon is back, and you and uncle will have some good juice to eat.

"Ahem."

Finance Minister Lin Man coughed softly and reminded the prince and princess to pay attention to their image.

The two people's expressions calmed down and they stood upright.

On the Iron Throne.

Viserys looked around at the ministers and saw his nephew and daughter gathered together as soon as they returned, and he couldn't help but smile with relief.

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Tap tap tap...

There was a sound of footsteps outside the hall, which immediately affected the emotions of everyone present.

Hall entrance.

She has short silver-blond hair and violet eyes.

He has a stern face, a straight nose, a rattan crown on his head, and scaly black leather armor.

It is today's main character, Daemon Targaryen.

He looked calm and walked forward with his head held high.

Aemon stood with Rhaenyra, his eyes following his movements.

It is not difficult to find that Damon came prepared.

One hand is holding the "Dark Sister" on the waist, and the other hand is holding a curling iron axe.

The latter seems to be a victory prize after the Battle of the Stepstone Islands.

Daemon moved firmly and soon approached the Iron Throne.

Uh-huh!

Ser Harold drew his sword and held it against his chest.

When you meet the king, how can you see the sword?

Damon stopped, casually glanced at the sword on his chest, and raised the corners of his lips slightly.

Then, he looked up at his condescending brother.

Viserys looked serious, also looking at his brother whom he had not seen for many years.

Their eyes met each other, as if there were endless grievances.

After a long time, Damon withdrew his gaze and said calmly: "Add it to the Iron Throne."

The rolled-edged iron ax was thrown out in his hand and hit the jungle of swords with a clang.

In the quiet throne room, it was no less than a thunder.

Sir Harold retracted his sword and picked up the curled-edged battle ax vigilantly.

This move means that Dimon has no malicious intent.

Viserys's frown eased, his eyes fell on the top of his brother's head, pretending to be confused: "You wear a crown, are you also the king?"

As a king and an older brother, I was afraid that Daemon would make a big mess in public.

The royal family was completely disgraced.

Fortunately, the other party showed some sincere repentance.

Damon knew what his brother wanted to hear, and said calmly: "After we won the Battle of the Stepstone Islands, they called me the 'King of the Strait'."

Who?

Viserys' eyes flashed.

Daemon spoke ambiguously and continued: "But I understand, Your Majesty. You are the only true king."

As he spoke, he knelt down on one knee.

He took off the rattan crown on his head and said in a sonorous voice: "My crown and the Stone Step Islands belong to you."

Viserys did not rush to agree and asked, "Where is Lord Corlys?"

That "who", apart from the sea snake, I can't think of anyone else.

Daemon and the Sea Serpent jointly conquered the Stepstone Islands, and Daemon is not the only one who owns them.

Damon gave a satisfactory reply: "Lord Corliss has returned to his hometown."

"Then who is guarding the Stepstone Islands?"

Viserys is a tricky question.

Damon said lightly: "The tide, the crabs, and the two thousand dead pirates of the Three Women Kingdom, I exposed their corpses on the desert beach to serve as a warning to others."

There is no adulteration in these words.

He was telling his brother that the ownership of the Stepstone Islands had always been in the hands of the royal family and had not been interfered with by the Velaryon family.

Sure enough.

Viserys nodded slightly and strode down the steps of the Iron Throne.

The ministers watched intently as the king and his brother got closer and closer.

Some people frowned secretly, obviously not wanting to see this scene.

Eamonn stood in the crowd, pondering the meaning of his father's words.

As far as he knew, Dad and the Sea Snake were also at a stalemate.

The real reason is unknown.

Lin Man walked aside, smiling while watching.

Apart from being timid and stingy, this old man's loyalty to the royal family is unquestionable.

His gaze returned to the bottom of the Iron Throne.

Viserys walked up to his brother, took the vine crown, looked at it, and handed it to the Iron Guard commander with disgust.

The mess is miserable enough.

Sir Harold is holding an ax and a crown, which is quite funny.

When Viserys lowered his head again, he met his brother's sincere eyes.

For a moment, my heart softened.

Damon maintained his kneeling posture, showing reverence and humility.

He knew that many people didn't want him to come back.

If you want to come back, you have to restrain your character.

Viserys pursed his lips, bent down and leaned into his brother's ear: "Tell me, what is your purpose of coming back this time?"

The country is easy to change, but the nature is hard to change.

He didn't believe that his rebellious brother would become good.

Daemon lowered his head and spoke two High Valyrian words: "Family, relatives."

Viserys was startled when he heard this, and looked at his nephew Aemon who was standing tall and tall in the crowd, and his daughter who was looking at him curiously.

This answer struck a chord in his heart.

Viserys' eyes flashed with struggle, he closed his eyes and then opened them again, and said: "Get up."

He straightened up, and Daemon stood up as well.

The latter's eyes were burning, staring at the change in his brother's expression.

Viserys pondered for a moment, his stern expression melted like ice, and he smiled: "Welcome home, brother."

"Thank you, brother."

Damon took the initiative to step forward.

Needless to say, the two brothers hugged each other tightly.

Everyone who witnessed this scene applauded and cheered regardless of whether they were willing or not.

Under the witness of everyone.

The bloodline of "Prince of Spring Dawn" Baelon was reconciled.

It was a great thing for the royal family and the kingdom.

"You can ask Daemon for martial arts in the future."

Rhaenyra's eyes were clear and stupid, and her shoulder bumped the chest of the person next to her.

Aemon did not hold any hope: "Father and son don't need to fight."

"Huh?"

Rhaenyra was full of question marks.