Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord

The other party walked through the hall with style and grandeur.

As he approached the main seat, he raised his chin proudly and placed one hand on his chest. "Lord Corliss, Harold Norton salutes you."

"Welcome, Lord Harold."

Corliss nodded, showing no extra emotion.

After greeting his future father-in-law, Harold looked at the most noble person present.

"Your Majesty of the Iron Throne, I have long heard of you."

Harold bowed his head slightly, but his words were not pleasant.

Then, he saluted Queen Alicent and Rhaenyra, maintaining a neutral attitude.

I don't know if he did it deliberately for Corliss to see or if he was just being arrogant.

This move naturally annoyed many people.

Without Viserys's intervention, Prime Minister Lyonel glared at Harold.

Had the former not held him back, he would have scolded him.

Viserys had a simple idea.

On a day like today, he wasn't the one who should be ashamed of this person's behavior; it was Corliss, the sea snake, and the entire Velaryon family.

After all, Corliss's future son-in-law was present.

Just watch the show.

Harold didn't care at all. He noticed Rhaenys and stepped forward to salute, saying, "Dear 'Uncrowned Queen,' please accept my blessing."

Then, he extended his hand like a gentleman.

Rhaenys had a blank expression on her face as she handed the back of her hand to him for a light kiss.

"Tsk, tsk."

Aemon watched the whole process, amazed.

The man was probably in his twenties with a pale face and unsteady steps. At first glance, he looked like someone who had been hollowed out by alcohol and sex.

Is the son of the former King of Braavos really like this?

Corliss and Auntie aren't stupid. Why did they choose such a son-in-law?

Aemon secretly shook his head.

He glanced secretly at Aunt Rhaenys, who was wiping her hands with a tablecloth under the table.

It seems that she is also very dissatisfied. It must be Corliss's idea.

Aemon's eyes widened as he suddenly thought of it.

The former King of Braavos had been assassinated, so the political value of this marriage had disappeared.

No wonder this guy has been on Driftmark Island for years without being able to officially marry his fiancée.

The Sea King's father is dead.

Like a dog who has lost his home, he dares to disrespect the King of the Seven Kingdoms by calling himself the "Uncrowned Queen" in public.

If he doesn't die, then who will?

Harold was unaware of this. He stared at the silver-haired Aemon, curious: "Princess, who is this next to you?"

Rhaenys rolled her eyes, uninterested.

Harold, bored and unwilling to lose face, moved in front of the handsome, silver-haired boy.

"You..."

Aemon felt dirty at the sight and interrupted directly. "Get lost!"

This was His Royal Highness's attitude when facing people he didn't like. When he opened his mouth, birds chirped and flowers bloomed.

Harold was stunned when he heard it, thinking he had misheard.

But when he saw Rhaenys turn around and look at her nephew in surprise, he realized it was true.

Suddenly, a sense of humiliation surged through his heart.

Since his father was assassinated, he has been blocked at every turn and rejected wherever he goes.

He had gone to Driftmark Island, but there were still people who insulted him.

He had gone there in vain.

"You..."

Harold's face turned ferocious, and he opened his mouth to speak.

Whoosh!

A cold light flashed before his eyes and passed by his face.

Harold's whole body froze, and he felt his facial skin go numb. Then he realized that a strand of hair had been cut off.

It seemed to be a table knife.

"I am Aemon Targaryen."

Aemon tilted his head, holding a fork in his small hand.

Harold came to his senses and hurriedly took a step back.

He hadn't expected to offend a Targaryen.

Aemon pointed at Harold with his fork and said, "Either get out, or dragon flame!"

Harold's face turned purple, and his features distorted as he confirmed Rhaenys's lack of intention to help him.

But there was nothing he could do.

His Royal Highness had mentioned dragon flame.

He had offended the other party, like kicking a plate of iron.

Aemon had a cold, unfriendly demeanor.

He came to support the royal family, not to act.

The other party didn't deserve any extra words.

If you don't follow the guest rules, what you cut with the knife won't be hair.

Harold was angry, but he didn't dare act rashly.

"Hahaha..."

He walked back to his seat in disgrace amid the guests' laughter.

He endured the humiliation but found that his fiancée was nowhere to be seen.

For a moment, he didn't know whether to be glad the embarrassing scene wasn't witnessed or sad and angry that no one took it seriously.

Viserys laughed and said, "Your future son-in-law is a wonderful person, Lord Corliss."

His words were full of disgust and contempt.

Corliss's face fell, but he took a deep breath and turned a blind eye.

He kept reminding himself that today's focus was on the royal family.

Harold's embarrassment didn't matter.

He should just accept being seen as mediocre and incompetent, in sharp contrast to his daughter, so he wouldn't give people a reason to criticize him in the future.

"Are you accurate?"

Aemon ignored the host's overt and covert struggles and took the initiative to speak up.

He had discovered that he was very accurate.

He was not only good at drawing the bow and shooting arrows, but he was also accurate at throwing.

Aemon raised his head proudly.

Rhaenys was amused by him. She reached out and stroked her fair face. Her eyes softened inexplicably.

Aemon was stunned and a little at a loss. He had been cold before. Why had he suddenly become enthusiastic?

Was he slow to warm up?

"Don't think too much. You're just a nephew to me."

Rhaenys's voice was magnetic. She sighed, "Your name is my grandfather's gift to me."

Aemon blinked and understood.

His great-grandfather had thirteen children, only three of whom were sons.

The youngest, "Dragonless" Vaegon, was cold by nature. He went to the Citadel of Oldtown at age sixteen and died there.

The eldest, Aemon Targaryen, the legal heir, tamed Caraxes at a young age and had a daughter named Rhaenys.

His grandfather, "Brave Baelon," became the second heir after his brother's death.

Unfortunately, neither brother inherited the Iron Throne.

This nearly sparked a succession dispute before the 101st Great Council.

Rhaenys looked at little Aemon quietly, her fingertips sliding across her fair face. She gradually lost herself in thought.

In a trance, she seemed to see the shadow of her father.

Thinking of him, she smiled secretly.

Her father had short platinum hair, blue eyes, a masculine face, and a tall, heroic figure.

The little guy in front of her had standard silver hair and purple eyes. His face was still tender, and he had two dimples when he smiled.

After a while, Rhaenys withdrew her hand and said with a sense of loss, "You can come to Driftmark Island more often; just don't ride the dragon anymore."

God knows how angry Corliss was when he learned that Laenor had been attacked.

Had she not suppressed it, she would have gone to Viserys and Daemon to ask for an explanation.

She missed her relatives very much.

Aemon's eyes flickered, and his hedgehog-like personality was restrained.

He sensed the rare maternal brilliance in her.

His mother, Lady Rhea, loved him but didn't easily express it.

Aemon felt weird about his aunt Rhaenys's closeness to him.

He wondered if he had chosen the wrong Laenor.

The celebration continued, and the music gradually became more melodious, creating a cheerful atmosphere.

Rhaenys picked up the wine cup and regained her usual calm and noble demeanor.

Aemon took a few bites of food, jumped off his chair, and left.

The boring banquet continued until evening.

Why not go for a walk? It's a good opportunity to find Laena.

The last time we parted ways, I didn't have time to see how big Vhagar was.

Looking in the direction of the main seat, Alicent and Rhaenyra were busy dealing with the enthusiastic crowd.

Since Otto Hightower was dismissed as Prime Minister, the structure of the Red Keep has changed drastically.

Just as is happening now.

Alicent is surrounded by noble ladies from the Oldtown family, including many from the Riverlands and the Stormlands.

She is doing okay.

Rhaenyra is surrounded by even more people, including noble young men from all over, and she is surrounded by water.

"Women are trouble."

Aemon looked down and ran away.

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