Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord

Four years later.

113AC.

King's Land, Blackwater Bay.

"Hiss Ka-"

Thunderous roars resounded for dozens of miles around, and a huge shadow enveloped the calm sea.

A majestic giant dragon with bronze scales all over its body spread its wings and soared, its body turned sharply in mid-air, like a meteor falling down.

"Dragon Flame, Wormisor!"

A lean young man with silver-gold shawl hair, bright purple eyes, and a handsome face lay on the dragon's back, holding the handle of the dragon's saddle and shouting loudly.

boom--

A flash of sharp energy flashed through the vertical pupils of the giant bronze dragon, and it opened its dragon's snout and spit out a mouthful of copper-bright dragon flames, as thick as the hot lava erupted by a volcano.

The lean boy looked up into the distance with a smile on his lips.

Open your arms and swim upstream against the dragon flames.

King's Landing, Mud Gate.

Countless onlookers blocked the city gate and witnessed this horrifying scene with their own eyes.

Everyone held their breath, their hearts in their throats.

"Hiss Ka-"

In the midst of the electric light and flint, the giant bronze dragon stretched its neck and flapped a pair of broad brown dragon wings to quickly circle around.

The lean boy leaned back, the tip of his nose brushing against the dragon flame.

The next second.

The viscous dragon flames like billowing copper water splashed into the sea, picking up the monstrous heat waves and condensing into pieces of dark metal slag.

Immediately, the giant bronze dragon flew close to the sea surface and flew towards the Mud Gate. When it approached the shore, it raised its head and soared into the sky, setting off gusts of howling wind.

"Seven levels of hell!!"

"..."

The onlookers couldn't take their eyes away, their faces flushed with excitement, and they clapped their hands wildly.

The thin boy listened to the cheers and glanced back with a smile.

"Hiss!"

A smaller golden dragon plunged into the clouds, roared loudly in mid-air, and chased the bronze dragon down to the Mud Gate.

In an instant, following the trajectory, it shot straight into the sky.

boom--

The onlookers felt a strong wind hitting their faces and could not open their eyes at all.

"good!"

"..."

There was continuous applause and cheers.

"Well done, they are a perfect match!"

Viserys stood on the city gate tower and waved his fist fiercely.

With a smile on his face, Leonor looked up at the two giant dragons hovering in the air and praised him without hesitation: "His Royal Highness is known as the 'Warrior Descends to Earth', and he is a well-deserved pride of heaven."

"Haha, this kid deserves it."

Viserys laughed, sharing his joy.

In just four years, his nephew passed the test of controlling a dragon using fourteen ancient methods handed down from ancient Valyria.

Looking at the brief history of the family, it is an achievement that even adult dragon masters rarely achieve.

In other words.

If his nephew were placed in the Free Fortress Empire before the doomsday catastrophe, he would be the youngest generation of decorated dragon knights.

Opening up borders and expanding territory is a piece of cake.

…

Next night.

Aemon took off his black dragon-riding uniform and came to the banquet hall of the Red Keep.

"Prince!"

Two white knights stood guard at the door and bowed respectfully when they saw the young prince.

"Good work, sirs."

Eamonn still loves to laugh so much, and his voice is as clear as mountain water.

At the door of the hall was placed a life-size glazed mirror presented by the envoy of Pentos.

Turning his head, Aemon took a closer look.

The person in the mirror has an outstanding appearance, a lean figure, silver hair and particularly bright purple eyes, like stars falling into dust in the sky.

Especially in terms of height.

He grew to 5 feet 9 at a young age, which translates to nearly 1.8 meters.

"Hmph, look who still calls me a dwarf."

Aemon snorted softly and walked with his head held high.

Time is like a transforming reorganizer.

Some people have grown up, and some people want to.

It was obvious that His Highness inherited the inhuman beauty of the Targaryens.

Soon, the dinner began.

Eamonn sat down generously, picked up his knife and fork and waited for the meal to begin.

"Don't be impatient, the food is coming."

Beside her, Rhaenyra's eyes were full of smiles and her voice was clear and crisp.

Aemon smiled.

I really want to tell the other person, you little potato, do you know how much a big man needs to eat?

Rhaenyra didn't know. She held her chin in her hands and was still thinking about the dragon riding performance during the day.

This was suggested by Eamonn.

The purpose is to show off his muscles and let the seven powers know that the royal family is not something to be messed with.

After waiting for a while, others arrived one after another.

"Eamonn, you have been in the spotlight today."

Viserys walked windily, a smile on his face.

The more he looked at his nephew, the more satisfied he became.

All that was needed was a stone statue placed on the palace table and collected as a handicraft.

"It's really good."

Alison came next, followed by a bunch of... children.

Aemon glanced at it and secretly smacked his tongue.

There are three little ones in total, two boys and one girl.

Little Aegon, six, Helena, four, and Aemond, three.

That's right, the future "One-Eyed Aemond" was born as scheduled.

Perhaps the uncle thought that his nephew was too good, so he returned to the Red Fort and wandered around in a hurry, thinking about making a villain all day long.

In 110 AC, there was a third son, Aemond.

Even the name is based on his first name and the homophony has been changed.

"elder brother."

Seeing his popular cousin staring at him, little Aemond cowered and hid behind his mother's skirt, not daring to show his face.

Still a little coward.

Aemon looked away and took a deep look at little Aegon who was about to climb onto the table.

Little Aegon had just put on a leg, noticed Rudao's gaze, and quietly sat down.

My forehead was so frightened that I was sweating.

As the eldest son of the royal family, even if this kid is not as favored as Rhaenyra, he is still a big baby who is loved by millions.

He is used to being lawless and loves to bully his younger brothers and sisters.

He doesn't talk when he eats or sleeps.

He finished the meal in a flash.

Aemon wiped his mouth and said, "I will go back to the valley tomorrow."

"What?"

Viserys was stunned when he heard it, and said angrily, "Lady Rhea usually only knows how to hunt, and you won't meet her when you go back."

Aemon smiled bitterly and said, "No, I have something to do when I go back."

Thanks to a pair of unreliable parents, the uncle's possessiveness of him has grown.

If it weren't for both parents, they would probably fight for custody.

"What can you do? It's not your turn to make the decision in Runestone City."

Viserys frowned and persuaded, "King's Landing has everything. It's not too late to go back when you come of age."

The nephew is only 13 years old and can't waste his youth in the closed and conservative valley.

The royal family needs him more.

"I'm going back to raise my own flag."

Aemon was serious.

Then, he said the words he had prepared long ago.

Since the trip to Tidehead Island, he has been running between King's Landing and the Vale.

Everything is normal in the Vale, and his mother, Lady Rhea, is in good health, so he doesn't have to worry about it at all.

More time in King's Landing.

Learn dragon riding skills, feed Vermithor to enhance feelings, and read the books of the ancient Valyrian dragon king.

Take time to ease the conflict between Alicent and Rhaenyra.

The two women are naturally hostile.

After the Velaryon family died down, Daemon ran back to the Stepstones and proclaimed himself queen.

Without external pressure, the two forces in the court became more and more intense.

Because of his existence, the slogans of the black and green parties have not yet spread.

It is better to open up than to block.

As little Aegon grew older, too many people secretly fueled the flames.

"If you don't leave now, I'm afraid there will be no peace."

Aemon complained inwardly, quietly looking at the two women who ignored each other.

Alison was better, she had to take care of three children.

Rhaenyra had a cold face throughout the whole process, standing there like a wooden man.

From time to time, she glanced at her brothers and sisters, and a trace of warmth inadvertently appeared in her eyes.

But there was no chance to contact, and she couldn't speak.

She just insisted on maintaining the dignity of the heir to the Iron Throne.

"Rhaenyra, Aemon is leaving, you can ride the dragon to send him off."

Alison held her daughter in one hand and looked at the opposite side with a smile.

Rhaenyra frowned and said, "I will do good things, you don't need to pretend to be a good person."

"It's up to you, I'm just suggesting."

Alison said angrily.

Being interrupted by the two of them, Viserys frowned unhappily, but it was more directed at Rhaenyra.

The daughter's attitude was tougher, and her words were harsh and uncomfortable.

"It's none of my business."

Rhaenyra turned her head away, not wanting to see her father's disappointed look.

Viserys opened her mouth to speak.

"Okay, I'll leave early tomorrow morning, no one needs to see me off."

Aemon interrupted the spell, feeling tired.

He helped everyone he could.

He is neither black nor green, and is not anyone's vassal.

My uncle has four children, and his succession has been downgraded again and again. King's Landing is not his.

It's better to go back to the Vale and raise his own two-division flag.

The title of prince, but there is no prefix for the fiefdom.

Today is the fourth round of advancement, and I will add one more chapter for my friends. Thank you for your support.

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