"Who ruined this marriage?"
Daemon tilted his neck and said, unconvinced: "Rhaenyra's love is strong, and that boy is responsible, so the engagement will remain as it is."
"What bullshit are you talking about? A woman's reputation is more important than her life!"
Viserys said angrily.
"You are the king!"
Daemon's words exposed his true nature. "Your words are the golden rule, and they must obey."
Viserys was shocked, hearing the strong resentment in Daemon's heart.
Daemon realized he had said the wrong thing and immediately fell silent.
But it was too late to hide it.
Viserys stared at his brother in a daze and said regretfully, "I have protected you all my life, yet your heart is more vicious than I thought."
"I should have abolished Rhaenyra's inheritance rights, just as I did with you, and put an end to it.
Then there would be no more inheritance turmoil.
Daemon softened and said, "I swear, I didn't touch Rhaenyra."
He still doesn't want to destroy the interests of his son and niece.
"But you destroyed the feelings of the young."
Viserys knew that words could be scary.
Daemon said, "Aemon will marry two wives. Sooner or later, he will have to face emotional problems."
"He will choose Rhaenyra."
Viserys said.
Daemon laughed and said, "Aegon the Conqueror also married a second wife."
Swish!
Viserys pulled out the dragon bone dagger and put it against his throat. He angrily said, "No one is a conqueror.
"Only you. You are my scourge!"
Daemon was shocked and confirmed that his brother didn't really do it. He said, "Marry Rhaenyra to Aemon, and then marry the daughter of the sea serpent. They will restore the glory of the Targeryan's family."
This is the best choice."
"Of course."
Viserys said sorrowfully. "What you want is not to break the engagement, but my throne.
It's not just Aemon's engagement; it's also last night's farce.
They are all ugly acts of coveting his throne and trying to take advantage of the situation.
Daemon's pupils contracted, and he did not refute this.
"Go back to the valley, Daemon!"
Viserys suddenly laughed, a disappointed laugh. "Go to your legal wife and try to regain the little honor you have left.
"I don't going to go. I don't care."
Daemon was slightly absentminded.
Suddenly, Viserys pressed the dragon bone handle against his chest wound and asked, "Did you hear it?"
"Ah!"
Daemon groaned and screamed.
The dragon bone handle pressed deeper into the wound, and blood seeped through the bandage. The air filled with the smell of blood.
Viserys had a blank expression and kept increasing his strength. "Go away. Just don't let me see you again."
He withdrew his hand in anger when the blood flowed onto the dark floor.
Daemon's face was pale, and he was sweating like a fish out of water.
The door opened, and Harold led the team in.
He nodded respectfully to the king, lifted Daemon from the ground, and dragged him out again.
"Damn guy."
Viserys's eyes were blank, and he felt dizzy.
He had never been so sad.
Bang!
The door closed, leaving the hall empty.
Viserys looked at the towering, twisted Iron Throne. His body ached from the cuts.
"Gods!"
Alone, he could no longer hold back his tears.
What had he done wrong?
Everything had been fine, but suddenly it became like this.
...
Noon.
The princess's bedroom.
Aemon had lunch and was lying lazily on the couch.
Rhaenyra knelt beside the bed, like a maid, and gently rubbed his temples.
"Is this pressure okay?"
he asked in a low voice.
"Press, don't ask."
Aemon fully enjoyed the royal treatment.
Rhaenyra pouted, and a bottle of oil was about to be handed to her.
She felt like she was about to be turned into a slave.
Aemon turned his head and rested it on his white knees.
"I won't press it anymore."
Rhaenyra rolled over and got out of bed, feeling inexplicably sad.
Aemon was not at all gentle with her and used her as a tool to vent his anger.
"If you leave now, we may not see each other for a while."
Aemon raised his eyebrows.
Rhaenyra's white toes touched the ground, but her body was still in the air.
He dragged her back by the waist, buried his head in her smooth belly, and gave her advice: "Actually, you can be a female knight. I didn't mean to do that."
His physical fitness is unlike that of ordinary people.
He is stronger, and his skin is like stone.
The first time, Laena cleverly pressed him under her body and firmly took the lead.
"Aemon, let go first."
Rhaenyra didn't listen and pushed his silver-gold hair hard.
She wore a silk nightgown.
Aemon was selectively deaf and pushed further.
This time, he did it on purpose.
He was eager to prevent Rhaenyra from feeling shame.
A strange scene unfolded.
Her slender legs and the curves of her lower body were white and tender. Her face was buried deep in the sheets and flushed.
The legs were clamped tightly enough to barely maintain a shred of dignity.
Otherwise, wait for Ai—" "Grass."
Rhaenyra wanted to cry, but she had no tears.
Dongdong!
The door knocked, and someone came to save her.
"Who is it?"
Rhaenyra's skin flushed, and she was too weak to speak.
Harold's deep voice came through: "Princess, is the prince here?"
"What should I do? I'm looking for you."
Rhaenyra was shocked.
The other party had just said that they might not meet for a while.
Aemon rolled his eyes. "What are you afraid of?"
The uncle has to acept it.
Besides, he is the victim.
Put on your clothes and get out of bed.
Rhaenyra patted her face, took off her nightgown, changed into casual clothes, and followed him to the door.
Creak!
After opening the door, Harold looked at the two of them with a complicated expression.
Two silent Kingsguard followed behind him.
Aemon looked suspicious. "What are you doing?"
"The king is looking for you everywhere, princess."
Harold made way.
"Looking for me?"
Aemon glanced at the two Kingsguard and held out his hands.
He didn't seem like he was looking for someone.
"Don't get me wrong; there was some trouble just now."
Harold explained respectfully, raising his hands in invitation.
Aemon pondered for a moment and thought only of Daemon.
"Bad luck."
He cursed under his breath and walked out of the room.
Rhaenyra wanted to follow him.
"Princess, please stay," Harold said.
Harold stopped her and motioned for the two Kingsguard to go first.
Aemon glanced back and left under the "escort" of the two Kingsguard.
Coincidentally.
Alicent stood at the palace door, surprised he had walked out of Rhaenyra's room.
Aemon saw her too and thought of many things in an instant.
The brothel had burned down, and the news could not spread.
Assuming this was true, he could safely stay until noon.
Being called away now meant that someone had informed on him.
This would trigger a series of events; for example, Daemon might be caught.
"My uncle will definitely not be willing to kill him."
Aemon felt somewhat sympathetic toward his uncle.
No, they should share the same fate.
In this farce, only the two of them are innocent.
"Your Majesty."
Harold nodded to the queen and followed.
Alicent smiled slightly as she stared at Rhaenyra, who was also standing in the corridor.
Rhaenyra's silver hair was loose, and there was a seductive look in her eyes.
Having been a wife and mother for many years, she certainly understood the reason.
Rhaenyra watched the group walk away and fixed her eyes on Alicent.
In her opinion, a leader burned down the brothel.
Aemon was called away, meaning someone had informed on him.
The biggest beneficiary of exposing this matter was the former friend.
"Alicent, is that you?"
Rhaenyra asked calmly.
Shrouded in a haze, Alicent sneered, "You're the one who lost your virginity before marriage."
"This is the best choice I can make."
Rhaenyra wasn't angry and said calmly, "On the other hand, it seems that you haven't done anything."
She had made a mistake, a very stupid one.
But she tried her best to mend things and save the relationship that was about to collapse.
Alicent was angry and said harshly, "Just wait. Viserys won't forgive you easily."
"That's my father."
Rhaenyra said lightly.
Alicent waved her hand and said, "We'll see."
Bang!
The palace door closed.
Rhaenyra remained silent for a long time before returning to her room.
...
The King's Chamber.
Aemon came here again after one night.
"You are here."
Viserys greeted him with a smile.
Aemon asked if he had anything to say. "You should know what happened last night."
"What a farce."
Viserys's smile faded, and he sighed. "He is not a qualified father—perhaps not even a father."
Aemon said directly, "I don't want to mention him.
"Then treat him as dead."
Viserys empathized with him and tightly hugged his nephew's shoulders.
He felt bad in his heart.
After all, Daemon was his younger brother, born to the same mother.
Viserys was so happy about Daemon's return.
But he received betrayal in return.
"Don't mention it."
Viserys waved his hand and pushed his nephew into a chair. "Let's talk about something happy."
Daemon sat down and listened.
Seeing this, Viserys nodded secretly.
He knew where the other party came from on the way to his nephew.
This made him feel relieved.
"Aemon, you are a brave, smart, and rational child."
Viserys stared at his nephew and said seriously, "Before marrying Alicent, I always hoped Emma would give birth to a boy like you."
It was the dream he had pursued so hard.
The boy was born wearing the crown of a conqueror and stepping on a blazing fire.
Aemon blinked, feeling a sense of déjà vu.
The next moment—
Viserys put his hands on Aemon's shoulders, his face firm. "As long as you are willing, I will be like your father in the future.
"I will love you, protect you, treat you as my own flesh and blood, and give you everything."
Aemon couldn't sit still.
"Don't rush to refuse. I know you are deeply hurt."
Viserys judged others by himself and promised, "Daemon is not a good father. I will make up for what you lacked as a child."
Aemon didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Uncle, I am not lacking in love."
"You can't outsmart my eyes."
Viserys said sharply. "Your parents never cared about you. If you had enough love, why did you always cling to Alicent and date older girls?"
Question after question hit Aemon's heart.
He opened his mouth to say that this was slander, but Viserys didn't give him a chance.
But Viserys didn't give him a chance. He just shook his head. "She's the daughter of a sea serpent. She's eight years older than you."
In Westeros, it's said that a woman three years older than her husband will bring wealth.
Traditionally, it is best for the man to be older than the woman.
If the woman is three years older, then she is considered more intelligent and sensible.
If she's eight years older, then she's more mature and charming.
Eight years older means she has found herself a stepmother.
This shows how much the nephew lacks love.
Aemon listened to all of this and felt extremely ashamed and angry.
How could the uncle slander someone's innocence out of thin air?
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