Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord

Noon.

The Red Keep, the Godswood.

A grand banquet was held, and the veranda pavilion was crowded with people.

In the middle of the crowd, Viserys pulled Daemon, smiling: "Daemon, he will go out for adventures, travel overseas, win the tournament..."

In one breath, he said a lot of compliments.

Daemon smiled and denied it.

Too high-profile.

Although he likes it.

"No, no, no."

Viserys shook his index finger, a little jealous: "I won't argue about this topic anymore, you have always been my mother's favorite."

"This is not a great secret."

As he said, he punched out in revenge.

Daemon's shoulder hurt, and the force almost made him stagger.

However, he accepted it happily.

He liked his brother's honesty.

Aemon walked out from behind the veranda and saw Rhaenyra who was guarding the table to pick snacks.

Rhaenyra pricked up her ears and listened to the conversation not far away while eating.

"You're here."

Seeing Aemon in a white dress with red stripes, he waved happily.

"How does it taste?"

Aemon picked up a lemon-like cookie and put it in his mouth.

As soon as it entered his mouth, it was sour and astringent.

Rhaenyra chuckled: "Not delicious."

I don't know which kitchen chef has developed a new snack that is completely mixed with citric acid.

Aemon's eyebrows were knitted together, and he ate all the cookies in accordance with the principle of not wasting.

The taste was so sour and refreshing.

"You are really principled, but not too much."

Rhaenyra saw the joke and handed over a glass of sweet wine: "Why are you wearing clothes with this color combination?"

The traditional dress of the Targaryen family is black and red.

In solemn occasions, it is usually pure black.

Aemon rolled his eyes and perfunctorily said: "The traditional combination of the ancient Valyrians is wool thread dyed with red berry juice."

Rhaenyra was not satisfied, but she was too lazy to pursue it.

She occasionally wears beige or red.

During the conversation, a familiar figure appeared in sight.

Alisson, wearing a red dress, walked slowly to her long-lost brother.

She smiled as she listened to the brothers' conversation quietly.

There was no nutritious topic, just the older brother complaining.

Seeing his wife coming, Viserys became more excited: "Our mother doesn't care about customs, traditions or rules."

"What a pity! I'm not a warrior with superb martial arts."

Then he punched his brother again.

Damn Daemon!

He has been so outstanding since he was a child, what a bastard.

"Come with me."

Rhaenyra wiped the corner of her mouth with her white fingertips and pulled Aemon closer.

Three people became five.

Rhaenyra and Alisson looked at each other, smiled and said to Daemon: "Welcome home, uncle."

The conversation paused.

Daemon glanced at her and chuckled: "Thank you, princess."

Viserys lost his good face and turned his head to one direction with a frown.

He didn't even want to look at his daughter.

She was asked to go on a tour to choose a husband, and she ran to the valley to meet her nephew on the way.

That would be fine.

In the past six months, she has been stabbing a nobleman every now and then with the rapier given by her nephew.

The reason is that the other party offended her.

It is said that she was very cruel and even injured a knight's squire to death.

What she did was not what a girl should do?

Rhaenyra was stunned when she saw this and couldn't help but feel wronged.

She didn't complete the task of touring the continent successfully.

Aemon was very speechless and added for her: "Rhaenyra's trip was not in vain. Not only did she meet the major lords, but she also gained a large number of followers."

Rhaenyra reacted and affirmed: "That's right!"

When faced with those crooked proposals, she tried her best to control her temper.

Finally, she couldn't bear it for the first time, thinking of Aemon's parting instructions, she took out the "Light of the Kingdom" and stabbed the man in the stomach.

He didn't die, but was seriously injured.

She was very scared at the time.

Worried about her father's duties and fearing the exclusion of her by her vassal.

Unexpectedly, what awaited her was warm applause and cheers.

Everyone was shouting "Long live the princess", praising her for the legacy of Queen Visenya.

After this incident, the tour of the continent was particularly smooth.

Every time she passed a noble territory, she would be warmly received.

Especially in the Riverlands and the Bay, a large number of young talents swore allegiance to her and were willing to follow her to King's Landing.

Things are really unpredictable.

Daemon suppressed his smile and said, "I heard that the princess studied swordsmanship."

Both father and son begged for mercy.

Viserys was angry but couldn't vent it, and rolled his eyes fiercely.

Let her do it!

Aemon took the time to look at his father Daemon.

Daemon turned his head with a telepathic understanding and said lightly: "You are taller and stronger, boy."

"You might as well just say that I have grown wings."

Aemon pouted, not polite.

As soon as this was said, the other three were all shocked.

The next second.

Aemon smiled and went forward to hug him: "Father, I'm glad you're back."

"Too corny."

Daemon refused verbally, but his body was honest.

Viserys was stunned, his eyes scanning the father and son.

Why does it feel like the father-son relationship is not that strong.

Yes, but not much.

When the father and son separated, he took the opportunity to punch his brother again and accused him: "Daemon, you were too irresponsible before, you must be a good father and husband in the future."

Look at how hard his nephew's life was since he was a child.

His father doesn't love him and his mother doesn't love him.

It all depends on his uncle.

Damon had a black streak on his head and managed to maintain a smile.

A good father can still try, a good husband...

Haha, that's not possible.

Father, son and brothers all said hello, and the scene became lively.

Rhaenyra stood next to Aemon, about to share anecdotes about traveling the continent.

"Aemon, long time no see."

Before she could speak, Allison suddenly spoke, pushing her away from her original position.

At first glance, it seems that it has been planned for a long time.

Eamonn laughed and skillfully passed the blame: "Uncle is the one who put me in solitary confinement."

"I miss you so much."

Regardless of what others might think, Alison held his face in her hands and kissed his left and right cheeks gently.

Eamonn:…

It's hard, the body is hard.

This is not simply giving me eye drops.

Allison pursed her red lips and smiled: "Aegon, Helena and the others miss you too."

Add a sentence to save the situation.

As he spoke, he glanced at Rhaenyra provocatively.

Rhaenyra was stunned, her eyes ready to burst into flames.

Alison's two kisses directly broke her defenses that had been stable for a year and a half.

Once is not enough, come again!

Aemon had quick eyes and quick hands and quickly took her hand.

The small white hand rested on the lower back, probably hiding a dagger.

The same surprise came from the king's brother.

Damon's eyes were strange, switching between his son and the queen.

He knew that his son was raised by his grandfather's bedside until he was three years old, and he had a close relationship with Alison, who took care of his grandfather's daily life.

But this posture is not quite right.

"Haha, you are so serious."

Viserys broke the deadlock, held his wife's shoulders, and said with a smile: "You are two months pregnant. The maester said you should be less active, so you must be present."

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Alison smiled back: "It doesn't matter, the little one in the belly also wants to meet his relatives in advance."

There's nothing wrong with what you said.

Aemon was silent.

It’s not his kind, so there’s no need to be so anxious to see her.

Fortunately, the scene was restored to harmony.

Viserys held his brother's shoulders, massaged him hard and hard, and talked about the good times he had experienced in the past.

Damon, like a good boy, endured it all.

After talking for a long time, Viserys felt that it was about the same.

Seeing that his wife and daughter had not left yet, he interrupted: "Aren't you going to meet some noble ladies and ladies?"

Some things have to be said in private.

Alison glanced at Rhaenyra and suggested: "Perhaps Aemon wants to take a walk in the corridor. He hasn't seen the new tapestry that Novos and Qohor sent you yet."

The above two free trade city-states are rich in handmade products such as wool and lace.

Viserys said "Oh", looked at his nephew who bowed his head silently, and teased: "Do you want to see the new tapestry?"

Aemon held his forehead with one hand.

"Pfft haha..."

Viserys couldn't hold back his laughter, put his arms around his younger brother's shoulders, and said proudly: "My nephew can control dragons and fight well. He is not interested in those things."

Damon was also laughing, but silently.

If his son liked women's things, he should have ejaculated on the wall.

Although he would rather shoot that shot on the wall than a cheap bronze bitch.

She laughed in front of her husband.

Allison knew she had made a mistake and felt a little embarrassed.

Aemon opened his mouth to speak.

Rhaenyra spoke first: "I'd really like to see it."

Viserys immediately suppressed his smile and said unfavorably: "Then you don't have to stop yourself."

The contrast in attitude before and after is visible to the naked eye.

Rhaenyla had long been used to it and said coldly: "Then I will appreciate it myself."

He bumped Eamonn with his shoulder, turned around and walked back to the table.

Eamonn ignored it and turned to look at Allison.

Allison's expression changed, and she stood up and followed Rhaenyra.

She knew that it was Rhaenyra's invitation.

I haven’t seen her for a year and a half, so I just want to see how much color she has grown.

"Now that they're gone, let's talk about men."

Viserys changed the subject.

Damon nodded, already prepared.

Aemon squinted out of the corner of his eye, paying attention to the movements of the two women.

Rhaenyra grew more and more confident.

Who knows if Alison will be stabbed suddenly.

Take a step back.

A fight between a queen and a princess is enough to make the people at the bottom of the kingdom laugh after dinner for several years.

Waited for a moment.

Rhaenyra and Allison were sitting on chairs, talking quietly with their backs to this side.

I couldn't hear clearly, but I didn't make a move.

Aemon breathed a sigh of relief.

As soon as I turned my head, I heard my uncle say: "Damon, I have been looking forward to your return in my dreams, for the sake of brotherhood and for the sake of our children."

Damon waited for the next step.

Viserys looked at his nephew with admiration and said positively: "Your son, my daughter, two bloodlines merge into one."

"You really think so?"

Damon asked.

"certainly."

Viserys looked determined and said, "Only the union of your and my blood can we truly strengthen the royal family."

Who else can he trust in this world?

A daughter with a simple personality counts as one.

My bastard brother counts half of it.

Damon was silent for a while, then pursed his lips and smiled: "You are right, Your Majesty."

"Hahaha, great."

Viserys laughed loudly, his laughter echoing throughout most of the godswood.

He knew that his bastard brother still had some conscience.

I still have my family and him as my brother in my heart.

This time Damon came back just in time to arrange the marriage contract between the two families.

Daemon was also laughing.

Aemon looked at him.

He found that his father's eyes were deep, as if he was weighing something.

How could he not know what kind of character his father had?

He might have been holding back his fart.

At this point in time in the original world, there was a big scandal.

"Aemon, you are a man now, and you should practice your drinking tolerance."

Viserys laughed warmly and patted his nephew's shoulder.

Aemon smiled and nodded.

Seeing this, Viserys was even happier.

He felt better than ever.

His late wife Emma left him his eldest daughter Rhaenyra.

Alicent gave birth to three children for him, and the fourth one was about to be born.

In terms of fertility and survival rate alone, he has caught up with his grandfather Jaehaerys.

When Rhaenyra's marriage was arranged, the royal family completely won over his younger brother Daemon and his nephew Aemon.

With the return of two adult dragons, their strength will usher in a leap.

"You are all great."

Viserys couldn't help but praise.

He is also good.

Although he was said to be weak and mediocre, and had no military achievements in his life.

But it can be predicted that his life and great achievements will not be inferior to his grandfather Jaehaerys.

In the future family history, his resume during his reign will be recorded in great detail.

And in his joy, the other father and son looked at each other.

Aemon raised his eyebrows.

As if to say, "Dad, what are you thinking?"

Daemon ignored him directly and pulled his brother aside: "He is not old enough to drink, let's go to old friends for a drink."

"Okay, it's a good idea."

Viserys was thirsty and wanted to have a big drink.

His daughter came back, his wife was pregnant, and his brother Daemon returned.

Three good things came to the door.

Oh, that's not right.

Viserys looked at Aemon's tall and heroic figure, and his mouth was almost grinning to his ears.

It was four good things.