He is the most powerful nobleman in the Seven Kingdoms.
He and his wife set a strict example for the family tradition.
Why?
His son is so special.
"No matter which daughter you marry, the first thing is to assert your authority as a husband and ensure that your future wife lives under your protection."
Viserys shrugged and said sarcastically, "Otherwise, the marriage will inevitably end in death."
This comment stung Corliss, and his face turned pale in an instant.
"Haha, all the children have arrived."
Viserys smiled and looked at his nephew who had come.
To be honest,
Since his nephew and Daemon returned, the king has really relaxed.
It's better to stop when you're ahead and not give the other party a chance to get angry.
Lies don't hurt people; the truth is the sharpest knife.
Corliss gritted his teeth in anger and could only blame his son for not living up to his expectations.
Soon, Laena and Aemon followed the crowd to the scene.
The main seat was in the second row, with only an empty seat on the king's right.
That seat was reserved for the queen and important ministers.
The back seats were almost full with representatives from all parties and noble ladies.
Aemon walked to the spacious front row and saw the empty seats reserved for the younger generation.
"Prince."
Seeing him approach, Laenor wiped the smile off his face and greeted him awkwardly.
Joffrey, his gay lover, followed suit.
The identities of both parties were awkward, in fact.
Laenor was older and Aemon's cousin.
Laena was his sister, and Aemon and Laena...
There had been many misunderstandings before.
Aemon was open-minded and responded with a smile. "You're welcome, cousin."
Hearing this, Laenor smiled.
He thought his little cousin was quite nice.
However, Aemon's next sentence was: "The unpleasantness of the past is over, cousin. From now on, we will talk about our own things."
Laenor's face fell.
No laughing.
Aemon smiled wider and his eyes swept across several empty seats.
Happiness will not disappear; it will only be transferred to another person.
"You're late."
Rhaenyra's eyes were complicated; her gaze wandered between Aemon and Laenor.
"I won't apologize."
Aemon raised his eyebrows and sat on the empty seat to her left.
Rhaenyra raised her eyebrows, thinking there was something behind his words.
"You should have waited for me instead of leaving alone."
Aemon turned the tables and sat on her left.
Rhaenyra stared at him, trying to read his expression for clues.
Laena was the only one without a seat at this time.
The first row was reserved for the younger generation, with a total of five seats.
Laenor and his lover occupied the second and first chairs from the left.
Aemon and Rhaenyra sat in the third and fourth seats from the left.
The last chair from the left was left for Laena.
It was next to his good friend, Rhaenyra.
Rhaenyra stared at Laena again; her eyes were sharp.
Laena shook her head slightly and walked over to Laenor. "Let's switch seats," she said.
"Okay."
Laenor stood up quickly.
This way, he and his lover were separated.
When Laena sat down, she sat between Aemon and Rhaenyra.
"Laena, long time no see."
Rhaenyra suddenly smiled and spoke first.
But her voice was emotionless, more like a question.
Laena seemed not to hear her and smiled gently. "Yes, you've been touring the continent for so long that it's easy to send you a letter."
"Then I should have taken the initiative to send you a letter, Aemon."
Rhaenyra said, cutting Aemon with her eyes.
If it was just a rumor before,
Now, she was 100% sure that the two of them were definitely having an affair.
Laena is not weak and said sarcastically, "You shoulder heavy responsibilities and are surrounded by young talent every day. It's understandable that you can't spare time."
After hearing this, Rhaenyra's back teeth almost broke.
Didn't she sneak to the Vale to help with construction and spend two months with Aemon?
Who would have thought that they would be so affectionate when they parted ways, only for a third party to intervene within half a year?
At that moment, Aemon remained silent.
Being caught between two jealous women was as good as being dead.
After the two sides had probed and attacked each other, he dared not say a word.
He leaned his elbows on the armrests and held his chin with his palms.
He thought about the meaning of life.
"Aemon, ah~"
Laena peeled a grape and held it to his mouth.
Aemon had no expression on his face as he swallowed it.
Rhaenyra's eyes suddenly became fierce.
The two women's auras were about to take shape.
Laenor, sitting on the far right, felt a chill on his neck and forced a smile.
He quietly turned his head.
Joffrey, on the far left, almost buried his head in the floor like a scared quail.
Aemon: ...
Who is resisting the pressure?
The top position.
Corliss and Viserys had different views and expressions about the front row seats.
"Laenor is still very gentlemanly."
Corliss's face brightened slightly as he praised his son for sitting next to the princess.
This is the right way to sit.
"But why do I feel like he's unwilling?"
Viserys stared at his nephew, who was chewing grapes, with sharp eyes.
He had already cursed under his breath.
"Are you so greedy? Do you only eat because I feed you? You're useless!"
Corliss showed a victorious smile. "I can force a seat, but I can't force feelings."
Obviously, her daughter is better.
Her Royal Highness behaved more like an abandoned woman, losing her initiative and reason.
"It's too early, Lord Corliss."
With a forced smile, Viserys said, "The tournament hasn't started yet, and Daemon wants to participate."
Corliss: "We'll see."
Viserys's smile was forced.
His knuckles turned white from gripping the wine glass too tightly, and he cursed under his breath.
He would meet with his nephew privately tonight.
Marriage is a big deal, and he can't afford to mess around.
Aemon looked calm, but he had actually been feeling a lump in his throat and a thorn in his side.
Ding ding!
The referee in the red robe struck the gong and called out the candidates.
"Welcome, 'Prince of the Capital,' Daemon Targaryen! He will be the first contestant!"
Hearing Daemon's name, the noble lords in the audience became excited.
Even Viserys breathed a sigh of relief and applauded with a smile.
"Go!"
Daemon galloped out of the arena on a majestic black horse.
He wore black steel armor adorned with dragon scales, a bright red cloak, and a dragon-winged helmet.
His cold demeanor and fiery temper immediately ignited the enthusiasm of the female nobles present.
Caraxes was under his crotch and the Dark Sister was in his hand.
Daemon Targaryen, the dangerous "Rogue Prince," has always been the dream lover of women in the Seven Kingdoms.
He rode a circle on his horse, earning cheers from the entire room. In the lively atmosphere,
Aemon moved his body and whispered, "My uncle didn't let me go, fearing that it would be unlucky for the father and son to meet on the first day."
"..."
Laena peeled grapes, indifferent.
Rhaenyra's expression was cold, keeping strangers at a distance.
Honestly, Aemon shut up.
It was still arrogant.
I should have greeted Rhaenyra and prepared myself in advance.
I don't know what my uncle and the sea snake think now.
The two women probably want to skin him alive and drink his blood.
Lanar lowered her eyebrows, peeled a grape, and put it in her mouth.
She's very confused now.
Compared to Rhaenyra, she doesn't have as big of an advantage as expected.
If Aemon had chosen Rhaenyra because of the king's coercion...
Laena's eyes were deep, and she had made up her mind.
She was not weak, and she had the courage to try.
She dared to gamble with her reputation; she could not leave in disgrace.
Laena glanced at Aemon with a simple mindset: "If you dare to compromise, I will ride Vhagar and die with you."
She was confident that she could do it.
"Eat fewer grapes; they're sour."
Aemon noticed her eyes and touched a piece of cake, putting it to her mouth.
Laena could not help but be stunned.
"It tastes good."
Aemon had tasted it first, and now the cake with bite marks pressed against her small, red lips.
Laena was at a loss. She opened her mouth slightly and took a bite.
In an instant, her mind became more confused.
In the past six months, every time the two met, it was full of love.
Laena's eyes were clear, and she subconsciously held the fingers holding the cake in her mouth. The tip of her tongue hooked the cake provocatively.
Aemon was stunned.
No, what time is it now?
When she came back to her senses, Laena blushed, covered her mouth, and turned her head away.
She wasn't shameless; she was just used to teasing Aemon.
As the saying goes, one cannot judge a person by his appearance. Aemon appears cheerful, but he is actually simple-minded.
He gets carried away with a little teasing and keeps pestering her.
Otherwise, they would not have agreed to meet once every two weeks.
Otherwise, he might hurt his body at a young age.
"Eat slowly."
Aemon was slightly amused and retracted his wet fingertips.
But he knew in his heart that Laena was probably distracted.
Although bad women are good at teasing, they're actually restrained and reserved in bed.
If you want to learn more, you have to pester them for a long time.
You can only apply a few things you learn.
He has plenty of strength and means, though.
They meet once every two weeks, and he can pester her for as long as he wants.
He usually stays from daytime until morning.
Laena felt the burning gaze beside him and glanced over.
Aemon happened to look up.
When their eyes met, Laena's face flushed, and her eyes welled up with tears. She was embarrassed by the watchful eyes of everyone.
Aemon looked away to prevent her from blushing more.
Even though he had seen her charming appearance and her attempts at calmness many times before, it was still touching.
She was like a big cat that had been tortured and was twisting and whimpering for mercy.
The little movements of the two could not escape the eyes of those interested.
Who was interested?
Rhaenyra's eyes blazed and her face turned cold.
Aemon hadn't noticed yet and reached out to touch the pastry but caught nothing.
"Grunt, grunt..."
When he turned back, he saw that Rhaenyra was holding the pastry plate and chewing the pastries in big mouthfuls, as if to vent her anger.
That posture didn't resemble eating pastries at all.
It was clearly to taunt people.
"Eat slowly."
Aemon didn't know whether to laugh or cry as he handed her a glass of red wine.
Rhaenyra grabbed the glass and swallowed the food in her mouth in one gulp.
Their angry eyes were still locked on each other.
Aemon's forehead was covered in sweat.
He should be thankful that Rhaenyra had true feelings for him.
If the same situation had happened to the queen's concubines in the original world, they would have been divorced long ago.
At that time, Rhaenyra had no tolerance for her partner.
If things didn't work out, she would simply find someone else.
In the end, a bunch of illegitimate children were born.
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