There were already people in the hall.
"Aemon?"
Laena, who was guarding the door, said in surprise. "You're really here."
She said she had heard the roar of "Bronze Fury."
Dragons have different temperaments.
The bronze dragon under Aemon's crotch prefers to warn the world by roaring.
"You invited me. Of course I have to keep the appointment."
Aemon smiled.
At that moment, Rhaenys finally got rid of her nephew and shrugged as she walked.
"Your Highness, is the patrol going well?"
Someone approached with a respectful attitude.
Rhaenys replied, "Except for a certain young, energetic boy, there are no pirates."
As the "fastest dragon," Melias was responsible for patrolling the Throat during wartime.
"That's good."
The man bowed slightly and made his way out.
Aemon walked to Laena's side and habitually surveyed the area.
There weren't many people in the hall.
Sea Snake and Laenor, the key figures, were not there, but Aemon saw some familiar faces.
"Your Highness, long time no see."
A slick, middle-aged man who had just spoken with Rhaenys saluted Aemon in surprise and greeted him.
He had sparse, short, silver-gold hair; green, shrewd eyes; and a slightly plump figure. He
He looked to be in his thirties or forties.
Aemon saw the "red crabs scattered on a white background" family emblem on his chest and suddenly asked, "Lord Bartimos, is Crab Island safe?"
He recognized him.
Count Bartimos Celtigar of the Celtigar family on Crab Island.
During the "Dance of the Dragons" period in the original world, he was a member of the Black Party Council. He was evaluated as cold, honest, and smart, but he did stupid things.
"I am honored that you still remember me."
Bartimos seemed humble and smiled gently. "Everything is fine on Crab Island. Defeating the pirates of the Three Women's Kingdom will make things even better."
Aemon nodded slightly.
For now, he seems okay, not as terrible as he is described in history books.
The last time they met was at a court banquet.
"Well, you men can reminisce when you are free."
Rhaenys poured a glass of red wine and ordered, "Laena, call your father and the others."
Laena nodded obediently.
Time passed minute by minute.
The important men hadn't arrived yet, but the lesser ones appeared one after another.
"Prince."
Horton and the others arrived as soon as they got off the ship.
Boom!
The door to the hall was wide open, and a burst of footsteps sounded.
Aemon leaned against the wine cabinet and tasted the low-alcohol fruit wine produced by the "Uncrowned Queen."
As far as the eye could see, there was nothing but empty space.
Corliss, wearing a copper-foil formal suit with a scimitar at his waist, strode into the hall.
Behind him were the Velaryon cousins.
To his left and right were his younger brother, Weymond Velaryon; Laena's fiancé; and the son of the former King of the Braavos Sea.
"Oh~"
Aemon took a sip of wine and glanced at his aunt beside him.
He seemed to understand what the other party was saying.
Rhaenys wiped the bottle of wine without looking at her nephew.
Aemon shook his head slightly, put down his wine glass, and walked toward the vassal.
On the other side,
Bartimos came forward and chatted with Corliss.
"Lord Corliss, when do you plan to start the war?"
Aemon walked over slowly.
"As soon as possible. The pirates of the Three Women's Kingdom are becoming more and more rampant."
Corliss looked solemn and nodded slightly. "The Velaryon family is grateful that you can lead the army and help."
"That's good. I don't want to risk the king uncle getting angry."
Aemon nodded, quite satisfied.
Regardless of what the other party thought, the surface work was in place.
He knows that he is supporting, not merging.
His army has many more people than the entire Velaryon family fleet.
They will dominate the war.
"Is it you!?"
A blond young man stood up from the crowd and shouted excitedly.
"Quiet, Joffrey."
Another handsome young man with long, silver-gold hair held Joffrey down and smiled apologetically at Aemon.
Aemon was stunned for a moment.
Wasn't this Lannino, his cousin, and his gay lover, the "Kissing Knight"?
Still holding a grudge?
"Don't pay attention to them."
Corliss said calmly, glancing back over his shoulder. The two young men were so scared that they pretended to be quails.
Aemon tilted his head and said in amazement, "It's different when you have dragon blood. You can eat anything."
He didn't know if his cousin practiced swordsmanship or swallowed swords.
"Dragon blood is a good thing, but it also makes people crazy."
Corliss heard the sarcasm and replied indifferently.
Aemon turned around immediately. "Aunt, he said that the dragon family is all crazy."
Rhaenys paused while wiping the wine bottle and glanced at her husband.
They say that the eyes are the windows to the soul.
Aemon vaguely saw that she wanted to express: "Corliss, don't be shameless."
It's really exciting!
"Ahem."
When it came to tactics, Corliss cleared his throat to avoid his wife's cold gaze.
Bartimos took the opportunity to make amends and said, "Prince Aemon did this to fight against the pirates of the Three Women's. Let's sit down and talk."
"Okay."
Corliss waved his hand, and the servants brought tables, chairs, and benches.
"Your Highness, please!"
Bartimos found a seat next to Aemon.
It was clear that he had his own plans.
Aemon did not comment, but he did summon several vassals to sit down.
"Do you mind if I sit here?"
Laena walked over.
"I'd love to."
Aemon stood up, pulled out a chair, and pushed it forward after she sat down.
It was very gentlemanly of him.
Corllis, sitting on the driftwood throne, witnessed this scene.
He obviously thought that a marriage between the two families would be beneficial.
However, when he saw his daughter and Aemon together, he felt as if a heavy stone were pressing on his heart. His already tanned face turned black.
Bang!
Someone with a bigger ego than his slammed the table.
Harold, the son of the former King of the Sea of Bravos, had a livid face. He glared at his fiancée, who was talking and laughing with other men, ignoring him completely.
The whole audience fell silent.
Bartimos rolled his eyes and quietly moved away from His Royal Highness.
"I'll do it..."
Seeing that things were not going well, Laena wanted to get up and smooth things over.
"No need."
Aemon held her hand and stood up from the chair.
There was no way to end this peacefully.
If you want to stand on Tide Island, you have to bleed.
"Who are you!?"
Harold asked aggressively, standing beside Laenor and the other young knights.
Some people tried to hold him back while others looked on as if they were watching a show.
His fiancée was torn apart.
If he didn't stand up now, the thing under his crotch could be cut off.
Swish! Swish!
As soon as the words were spoken, Horton and the others stood up suddenly and drew their swords.
The swords shone with a cold light, exuding a murderous aura.
Harold's face changed slightly, and he subconsciously clenched the hilt.
The atmosphere suddenly became tense.
"Put away your swords. We are here to deal with pirates from the Three Women's Kingdom. How can we target a guest?"
Aemon signaled the vassals to step back before Corllis could become enraged.
However, the tone of his voice was strange.
Harold heard the other party mock him, calling him a lost dog. His face turned pale and blue, and he asked again: "Who are you?"
His momentum weakened.
Aemon glanced at the longsword on the other man's waist and laughed dumbly. "I haven't seen you in a few years, and your temper has worsened considerably."
He hadn't dared to use the weapon last time.
Harold frowned deeply and then relaxed.
He remembered.
The fat kid had dared to throw a knife at him at the banquet when he first arrived on Tide Head Island.
It seems he was a prince.
"It turned out to be you."
Harold breathed a sigh of relief and tried to save face. "I remember you. You're Laena's cousin. Why didn't you say so earlier?"
After that, he laughed awkwardly.
He looked at the people around him, indicating that they were relatives and that it was normal to be close.
"You sit down first."
Laenor couldn't bear to look directly at Harold and pulled his friend hard.
Unfortunately, it was too late.
"You're not entirely right."
Aemon didn't want to stop and said slowly, "We are cousins, and the Faith of the Seven allows them to marry."
As soon as these words left his mouth, Harold's face turned from sunny to cloudy.
"Are you angry?"
Aemon asked pretentiously.
He was like a robber who stole someone's wife and daughter.
Corliss sat at the head of the table, his face changing and his knuckles turning white from clenching his fists.
A conflict at this time would be very disadvantageous to the family.
He secretly glanced at his wife.
Rhaenys leaned against the wine cabinet as usual, holding a glass of red wine and tasting it carefully.
She showed no emotion.
Harold was under pressure and his anger was building.
As he looked at the boy who had been rude to him, mocking eyes gathered around him and all kinds of ridicule seemed to ring in his ears. It was
Just like the sarcasm of those who refused his help after his father was assassinated.
He clenched the hilt of the sword and his breathing became heavy.
"You're very angry, aren't you?"
Aemon smiled.
"It's not enough. Then add fuel to the fire."
Suddenly, he cupped Laena's cheek and kissed her on the lips.
"Mmm."
Laena's beautiful eyes widened in complete surprise.
Everyone present was stunned.
"Enough!"
Harold roared, shocked and angry, his eyes red: "You two adulterers are betraying the gods!"
He kicked away the chair in his way and drew his long sword from his waist.
The golden handle of his sword was adorned with large and small red gems.
He aimed the tip of the sword at the two people kissing and wanted to chop them immediately.
"Your fiancée is very wet."
Aemon's mouth curled up slightly. He let go of her flushed, beautiful face and wiped away a strand of water with his fingers.
"You asshole! You are scum!"
Harold felt humiliated, his features twisted with jealousy.
"Do you want to duel with me?"
Aemon asked quickly, a cold light in his eyes.
Without waiting for anyone to recover, he dodged and rushed forward.
"You..."
Startled, Harold raised his golden sword high.
He suddenly realized.
The so-called provocations had been aimed at him from the beginning.
But it was too late.
Puff!
The silver-gray light disappeared in an instant, and his head flew off.
Harold only felt a chill on his neck and saw the hall door behind him.
"Ah!"
Laenor exclaimed, pulling his lover back.
It was too late again.
A head fell to the ground with a bang, and blood spurted out like a fountain, splashing everyone.
Screams and shouts erupted from the people around them.
The opposite of the corpse.
Aemon's eyes were fixed, holding the family sword, Sorrow, in his hand and maintaining the posture of swinging the sword.
His actions were so fast that they terrified onlookers.
"Come quickly! Disarm his weapons!"
Someone shouted.
A team of guards rushed in from outside the hall, the atmosphere of fear pervasive.
"No need."
Aemon remained calm, pressing down the cross-shaped family sword, "Lament" in his hand and wiping the blood from the corpse's clothes.
His goal had been achieved.
"Aemon Targaryen, you are so bold!"
Corliss's face changed completely. He stood up and shouted, "You killed my guest. You violated the guest etiquette."
When a guest is killed in a host's castle, both the host and the murderer will be cursed.
Moreover, the victim was killed in public.
"Lord Corliss, are you deaf because of your age?"
Aemon held the sword with both hands and calmly said, "He just agreed to duel with me for your daughter."
A duel is an ancient tradition, second only to trial by combat.
Kill him if you want to.
"You forced him!"
Corliss was furious. He never expected the other party to dare kill someone in public.
He was the nominal future son-in-law of Tidehead Island.
"He drew his sword."
Aemon looked at Laena, who was covering his lips with a smile on her face. "Unless he's a coward, he can't even protect his fiancée."
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