Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord

He saw the bronze dragon and heard about the dragon fight in Hull Town.

There is no doubt that Lanino lost.

The sea snake lowered his head, still staring at the silver-haired boy, trying to reveal his appearance and see through his heart.

"I thought you were too busy to get away."

Aemon feigned surprise, crossing his arms Targaryen-style.

His Royal Highness did not say that he was flat.

The sea snake remained polite and replied: "I am very busy today, but I must fulfill my responsibilities."

Very official statement.

Aemon nodded lightly and greeted with a smile: "Get up quickly, Lord Corliss."

An elder salutes a junior like him.

He is not a bad boy who relies on dragons to bully others.

"Please come in, His Majesty the King has been waiting for a long time."

Corliss straightened his back and guided with one hand.

Just looking at the etiquette, I can't find anything wrong with it.

It seems that if you do this, you can confuse a child.

Aemon pretended to be polite and let the other person go first.

Corliss was not polite and led the way with several nephews and nieces who were accompanying him.

After walking a few steps, I suddenly realized that His Highness the Prince had not followed.

"Prince?"

Collis turned his head, his eyes doubtful.

And at this moment, I saw an unforgettable scene.

The silver-haired boy smiled slightly and stepped alone into the crowded green leafy vestibule.

boom!

As soon as the little figure stepped in, a pair of brown dragon wings spread out from behind the stone arch.

A leaf covering the eyes seems to add a pair of wings to the figure.

When the figure stepped down the steps in front of the door, the scene behind the door was finally revealed.

I saw a majestic and majestic bronze dragon raising its head, bending its strong hind legs and kicking, and soared straight into the sky on the spot.

"Hiss Ka-"

The thunderous dragon roared, setting off strong winds that swept across the sand.

Aemon was very calm, holding a small backpack and walking with his back to the dragon.

Corliss's pupils suddenly shrank, his face was watertight, and his heart was filled with turmoil.

Suddenly, he recalled his wife's words.

Targaryens and men!

"Even an eight-year-old boy?"

Collis was stunned.

For every Targaryen born, the gods tossed a gold coin to determine whether it was greatness or madness.

Obviously, the child in front of me is not crazy.

"What's the matter, Lord Corliss?"

Eamonn seemed completely unaware, like an innocent child.

Corliss shook his head and said, "Congratulations, you have tamed His Majesty King Renrui's dragon."

"Congratulations, there are dragons on Chaotou Island too."

Aemon smiled, but his words were harsh.

He won't be polite.

Anyone whose words are not pleasing to the ears will not be given face.

Anyway, he is young and childlike.

Leaving behind the solemn-faced Collis, His Royal Highness the Prince walked into the castle familiarly.

Vermithor hovered overhead, roaring through the thick clouds, like a demonstration against House Velaryon.

Two white knights followed behind him, blocking the prying eyes from all directions.

With a height of 1.2 meters, he suddenly has an aura of 1.8 meters.

…

Jiuhang Hall.

The celebration was held on time, with attendants setting up tables, chairs and benches and serving delicacies.

"Aemon, sit next to me."

Rhaenyra smiled sweetly and greeted the little guy.

They had already met and learned about each other's results in taming Wormisor.

She was pleasantly surprised.

After learning that Hai Yan was injured and Lanino was sad to miss the celebration, he couldn't hold back his good looks.

Nantong deserves it!

Viserys sat on the throne and looked at his nephew with a smile on his face.

Different from being taciturn when he arrived, he was high-spirited now.

At a young age, Aemon tamed the "Bronze Fury" Vormisor, the second largest man in the world, who was at the peak of his prime.

The family's power surged instantly.

Moreover, upon landing on the island, he wounded the young dragon "Sea Smoke" and reduced the number of dragon masters in the Velaryon family.

How could he not be excited as the situation waxed and waned.

"What a good boy!"

Viserys worked hard to maintain his image as king, secretly encouraging himself.

If only this was his son.

Damn Damon!

"No, I have a place to sit."

Eamonn waved his hand, just being intimate with Alison for a while, then turned and walked to the seat at the bottom.

He's already showing off enough today.

It is not suitable to get too close to the royal family anymore or to elevate oneself too high.

Boom, boom, boom!

Intensive and orderly drumbeats sounded in the hall, symbolizing the official opening of the celebration.

"His Majesty."

Corliss walked into the hall, nodded to the king, and took a seat next to the throne.

That is the position of the king's minister, or the royal minister.

In Climax City, it is the host's seat.

Coming with him was a heroic woman with long black hair mixed with silver.

"Cousin."

Rhaenys smiled and greeted her blood relatives.

It's very casual and not formal.

Viserys smiled back and stood up to hug the other man.

Allison and Rhaenyra stood up one after another, and the three women greeted each other.

When two family members met, they seemed to be as close as one family in front of all the guests.

Corliss sat down and talked like a learned man.

There was no hint of the undercurrent beneath the smile.

Just then, an interesting scene happened.

Rhaenys said nothing, ignored her husband's gaze, turned and walked off the throne.

She is today's protagonist.

But he refused the seat he was supposed to take and sat down in the empty seat below.

Aemon only smelled a faint scent of lavender, and in a blink of an eye, there was another person beside him.

"..."

After hesitating for a second, Aemon whispered: "Aunt, happy name day."

"Yeah."

Rhaenys nodded in response and looked at her nephew up and down.

It was this little guy who beat her son and made him cry and scream.

Aemon turned his head silently.

If you want to see it, go ahead. He looks very good anyway.

Dongdongdong!

The second round of intensive drum beats sounded, urging the guests who had not arrived yet to hurry up.

Aemon looked around and didn't see his father Daemon.

"Will he not come?"

It's not in his character not to show up in such a scene.

The thought came out.

A tall and thin figure walked out of the door of the crowded hall.

"Here he comes."

Aemon's eyes lit up.

At the same time, Viserys and Corliss also discovered this uninvited guest.

Daemon was seen walking into the hall in a black suit with a smile on his face.

He strolled along the way, just like walking in his own home.

Soon, Daemon found his son below the main seat, and a touch of admiration flashed in his eyes.

He had learned that his son had tamed the dragon left by his grandfather, the dragon that was sleeping in Dragon Mountain, Wormithor.

Looking at the brief history of the Targaryen family, it was also the first time that an eight-year-old tamed an adult dragon.

Although the bronze bitch of the valley tainted the bloodline, it was worthy of his seed.

"Father."

Aemon had a good impression of this father and nodded in greeting.

"Well done."

Daemon smiled and walked to the opposite seat to sit down.

I don't know if he was talking about taming the dragon or defeating Lanino who had just defeated the sea smoke.

Rhaenys glanced at him, saw that her cousin was gloating, and didn't give him a good look.

The episode passed quickly.

Boom boom boom!

The last round of intensive drumbeats was to welcome the finale guest.

The door of the Jiuhang Hall was open, and a group of people dressed in foreign clothes entered one after another.

The leader had black hair and brown eyes, handsome appearance, tall stature, luxurious clothes and a sword on his waist, and walked in with his head held high.

Today's second protagonist, the son of the former King of the Sea of ​​Braavos.

How about changing the update time?

Update in the early morning from now on, two chapters at a time.