Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord

Throne Hall.

Viserys sat solemnly on the Iron Throne.

Aemon and others stood on both sides of the hall.

"Welcome, Braavos, Pentos..."

"The envoy is here to see you!"

Following the call from the Kingsguard, a group of envoys from foreign countries entered the hall.

The dozen or so envoys from foreign countries had different skin and hair colors, and the clothes they wore were made of different materials.

There is mil top silk lace.

There is purple cloth, a specialty of Bluff.

"You, what is the purpose of this trip?"

Viserys' voice boomed.

The foreign envoys raised their heads and looked at the king on the Iron Throne.

He has silver hair and purple eyes, and wears a black crown.

He wears the golden crown of the Centenary King and holds the legendary sword "Blackfyre" of Aegon the Conqueror in his hand.

It adds a bit of majesty to its ordinary and amiable appearance.

Sir Harold glanced at him and said seriously:

"Before you stands Viserys of House Targaryen, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm."

When a series of titles are thrown out, anyone would feel inferior.

"Your Majesty of the Iron Throne, we come with the demands of our city-state."

The foreign envoys were divided into three groups and each sent out representatives.

Aemon put his hands behind his back and watched quietly.

The people who represented Bravs and Pentos were the Minister of Finance and the Minister of Law, both important figures in their respective city-states.

A mercenary and two governors from Tyrosh.

Mill and Reese presented eight people together, all of whom were governors during the Tricity Alliance period.

"The Free Cities have rarely had contact with the Iron Throne. How can they meet your demands?"

Viserys was unceremonious.

"Your brother and his subjects have invaded our city, don't you know?"

The Tyrosh governor couldn't help but complain.

"presumptuous!"

Leonor shouted.

Swish!

Several Kingsguard drew their swords.

Governor Tyroshi's eyes were fierce and his face turned blue and purple.

"What about you? Are you asking for trouble like him?"

Viserys looked at the others.

No matter whether we dare to start a war or not, we must not lose momentum.

"Your Majesty, it is as you said."

The envoy of Bravs stepped forward and said, "The Iron Throne and the Free Cities have nothing to do with each other. Your subjects occupied Tyrosh. Was it your will or your own decision?"

Mill and Governor Reese asked the same question in a roundabout way.

Viserys looked grim.

Before losing a city-state, no one cared about the pirate looting from the Three Women's Kingdom.

Even Pentos, Bravs, and the Three Women’s Kingdom had fought to the death, but no one cared.

Seeing the nobles of Westeros capture a city-state, they all jumped out to hold them accountable.

They were afraid that the Free Trade Cities would suffer a loss and be taken advantage of by the Iron Throne.

"If you came here for such ridiculous questions, you can go home disappointed."

Viserys said solemnly.

"Your Majesty, the Tyrosh High Lord is rubbing his hands in the Stepstones, ready to take back the city-state at any time."

"Yes, the fake sea snake won't last long."

“…”

The foreign envoys talked at once, and their words were full of threats.

At this moment, Viserys, as the king of a country, naturally cannot lower his status.

Leonor stood up and sprayed Thirteen to the extreme.

"The two countries should be magnanimous in the negotiations~"

Aemon was dumbfounded.

Isn't this just pure verbal battle?

"Sire Viserys, if you cannot command your subjects, our Lord will wage war of vengeance."

The Tyrosh Governor threatened.

In an instant.

The throne room fell silent.

"you……"

Viserys' eyes were red, and he was extremely angry: "I, I will cut off your tongue."

After saying that, he drew out the dragon horn dagger from his waist.

What he hated most in his life was someone threatening him with war.

Governor Tyroshi was not convinced and stood in front of the crowd with his neck stiffened.

Swish!

A cold light flashed, and blood splattered instantly.

Governor Tyroshi's body stiffened, the upper half of his head was cut off at an angle, and colorful brain matter splattered.

The body fell to the ground with a thud, and the lower half of the head was incomplete.

The mouth is exposed to air.

Wow!

The accident happened so quickly that we were caught off guard.

Everyone present was stunned.

Aemon looked around and shrugged innocently: "He can keep his tongue."

"Disarm him!"

Sir Harold shouted quickly.

No one noticed when His Royal Highness the Prince slipped behind the crowd.

Too quick!

"No."

Aemon was very calm. He wiped the blood off the corpse with the "Lady of Loneliness" in his hand, sheathed his sword, and turned to join the line.

He's not imitating anyone.

He simply couldn't stand the fact that someone was more arrogant than him.

You really think the Targaryens are wimps.

Thinking of this, he kicked the mutilated body again.

Utmost contempt!

Sir Harold paused and looked back at the king.

Viserys stood up, shocked beyond words.

There is a villain in my heart with his hands on his hips.

It feels so fucking good!

When I came to my senses, I started to worry again.

When two countries are at war, they do not kill envoys.

Aemon glanced at his uncle, like a worm in his stomach.

With a blank expression, he looked at the foreign envoys and said coldly: "Do you think the Targaryen dragon is old?"

There was complete silence.

The foreign envoys all changed their expressions and finally noticed the silver-haired man.

Aemon the Dragon Slayer.

A man's reputation is like the shadow of a tree.

His reputation was bad among the seven nations, but he was notorious on the other side of the strait.

The song "The Rainy Season of Casromae" has long been resounding throughout the eastern continent of Essos.

"Prince Aemon?"

The emissary from Pentos swallowed, recognizing the Targaryen.

"You want war?"

Aemon's tone was flat.

"No! No!"

The Pentos messenger waved his hands repeatedly, cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.

He was an eyewitness to the Battle of Pentos.

The port of Kaslome, with its majestic buildings, would still be filled with the pirates' miserable screams and wails at night.

It is already a horror legend in Pentos.

"Then be quiet, and remember to say hello to Prince Reggio for me when you go back."

Aemon had a wicked smile on his face.

The Pentos messenger retreated angrily.

"Prince Aemon, we come for lasting peace."

Governor Reese mustered up his courage.

Yimon said nothing, but looked at his uncle inquiringly.

What do you think?

Viserys' face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and he first glanced at the ministers.

The ministers who usually quarreled over trivial matters were now at a loss as to what to do.

Even Prime Minister Leonor was angry but did not say anything.

Commonly known as feeling cowardly.

“Huh~~”

Viserys took a deep breath and gave his nephew a look.

It’s up to you!

If you rely on the imperial minister, you will probably have a heart attack.

Aemon smiled and said, "The Iron Throne does not recognize the Sea Serpent's status as the Lord of Tyrosh, but it will not order its subjects to abandon the spoils of war."

"Are you going to let it go?"

Governor Reese said.

"No!"

Aemon glanced at them one by one and said arrogantly, "As the fiancé of the heir to the Iron Throne, you can challenge the Iron Throne and I will accept them one by one."

The foreign envoys felt a chill in their bones.

"Now, arrest them!"

Imon looked grim.

"yes!"

Sir Harold took the lead and captured all ten governors of the Three Female Kingdoms.

The emissaries from Braavos and Pentos were stunned.

Fortunately, His Royal Highness ignored them.

"Prince, what are your instructions?"

asked Sir Harold.

"Cut out their tongues for speaking wildly against the king."

Aemon showed no mercy.

"You can't do this to us. We have the Free Trade City behind us."

These people were terrified.

Yimon said calmly: "Everyone, chop off another right hand."

“Wuwuwu…”

He tried to struggle and yell, but the Kingsguard hit him hard on the mouth.

Viserys watched and tightened his grip.

Swish.

He grabbed the blade on the armrest of the Iron Throne with his right hand, and his leather glove was immediately torn.

Viserys paled and quietly opened the gap to look at the wound.

A jade ring just fits under the gap in the leather glove.

"I didn't cut it."

Viserys' pupils trembled.

Puff! Puff!

The Kingsguard acted swiftly, pulling out the tongue and chopping off the hand.

Aemon's eyes were cold, and he held the "Lady of Loneliness" in his palm.

The reputation of Targaryen was damaged by the repeated provocations of this group of guys.

My uncle is easy to bully, but he is not.

His uncle is weak in character, so he will support him.

The Targaryens are dragons, the rest are just weak lambs.

He discriminates against every non-Targaryen equally.

"Who is the real dragon?"

Aemon muttered.

…

The king's bedroom.

Viserys kept his face expressionless as he twirled the emerald ring on his thumb, occasionally glancing at the Hand who was standing respectfully by his side.

Today, his nephew opened his eyes.

At the same time, it also made him see that the ministers before the emperor were powerful on the outside but weak on the inside.

Leonor looked ashamed and lowered his head without saying a word.

"Does the Free Cities dare to offend?"

Viserys spoke suddenly.

"Probably not."

Leonor looked bitter.

The Iron Throne would not dare to go to war rashly, and the Free Trade Cities, which were not a solid block, would be even less so.

What's more, Prince Aemon's murderous threats.

I believe that no city-state would dare to be the first to step forward and anger a young and energetic real dragon at this time.

Viserys nodded slightly.

After all, we still have to be prepared to deal with the counterattacks of the sea snakes and the three women's countries.

There will be no peace if you seek peace through compromise; there will be peace if you seek peace through struggle.

The royal family can no longer play dumb and should give appropriate warnings to those evil-minded guys.

"The newlyweds are about to be betrothed, and Aemon's seat at the throne has not yet been decided."

Viserys was displeased.

"Then, then the position of regent."

Leonor trembled.

"Hmph~"

Viserys snorted coldly, venting his dissatisfaction.

"I asked the boy after I came out of the throne room, but he didn't like her at all."

When Aemon heard that he was going to be regent, he ran away.

Upon hearing this, Leonor broke out in a cold sweat.

The king was not dissatisfied with Prince Aemon, but with him.

It turns out.

One Targaryen who sticks with his family is more effective than an entire small council.

I have entrusted my daughter to me.

The king would not be reluctant to pay any price to win over the king.

Leonor wiped the sweat off his forehead and thought about how to remedy the situation.

At least let Prince Aemon serve as regent and stay in King's Landing to serve.

Suddenly, there was a noise outside the door.

"What's going on?"

Viserys frowned.

Creak!

The door opened and Sir Harold said:

"Your Majesty, it was the commander of the capital's garrison, Sir Harwin Strong, who openly defamed the princess's reputation in a brothel and was taken to the Red Keep dungeon by Sir Steve."

"What!?"

Viserys was stunned when he heard this.

Leonor turned around hastily, his eyes full of disbelief.