"This is pure slander."
Aemon objected strongly.
"Then whose room did you sleep in last night?"
Viserys smiled in a way that only men would understand and teased, "Rhaenyra is four years older than you."
"That's just because I'm not old enough yet," Aemon maintained his innocence.
Viserys let him off the hook. "Perhaps." It's not surprising that boys like mature women who are older than themselves. Everyone has a little curiosity and a desire to conquer. It's certainly better than liking men.
Aemon's face darkened with deep malice.
Viserys had confirmed a suspicion. Lies don't hurt people; the truth is the sharpest knife.
"That's a bit far," Viserys coughed twice and said seriously, "I will treat you as my own son. You should understand what that means."
"I don't think I quite understand," Aemon chose to play dumb, defeating magic with magic.
Viserys said bluntly, "Marry her, and the two bloodlines will be united. Your descendants will be the next king."
Aemon replied steadily: "Who said that, Uncle?"
"Rhaenyra, the legitimate heir to the Iron Throne." Viserys was afraid Aemon would play dumb, so he said sternly, "You opened your eyes in her room this morning. Don't think you can deny it."
He suddenly realized how hateful his tone was.
Aemon said seriously, "If Rhaenyra said that, I would."
"Are you embarrassed?" Viserys frowned unhappily.
Aemon shook his head. "Rhaenyra is beautiful. There is no girl more beautiful than her in the Seven Kingdoms."
Viserys raised his chin proudly and boasted, "Many noble lords begged to marry her, but they don't like her."
Aemon smiled without comment. He admitted that Rhaenyra's beauty came from her intelligence. It's easy to see how beautiful she is.
"Then it's settled. You will be officially engaged after the tournament." Viserys was very happy. "I will knight you and allow you to marry her in glory." Everything was clearly arranged.
Aemon blurted out, "I advise you not to be too happy yet."
"Huh?" Viserys was stunned by what he said.
Aemon continued, "You'd better not betroth me too early. The Faith of the Seven Gods does not allow for two engagements at a time."
He didn't plan to waste time. Marrying two means marrying two, and no one's words are useful.
"Do you know what you're talking about?" Viserys's face suddenly became ugly.
Aemon knew it too well. "You can order someone to hang me, but I will stand by my words."
"Nonsense! How could I treat you like that?" Viserys was shocked and angry and scolded him. "I entrusted my daughter to you because I trust you."
"I'm happy to accept, but I can't be wholehearted." Aemon's words hurt. He didn't want to say that. But he knew that if he didn't, the other party would play dumb.
"Do you think what I've given you is not enough?" Viserys had an idea and promised, "When Rhaenyra is crowned queen, you will be the protector of the realm and the regent who manages the government."
Daemon asked for nothing more. Viserys was reluctant to give it to his brother, but he could give it to his nephew without hesitation.
Still, Aemon insisted, "This has nothing to do with that."
"Then what do you want, the throne?" Viserys frowned deeply. He stood up, took the family sword, Blackfyre, and said in a deep voice, "You can participate in the tournament tomorrow. As long as you can defeat a decent opponent, I will give it to you like my grandfather gave it to Daemon."
The Iron Throne was his bottom line. But this family sword, which symbolizes royal power, is worthy of a brave warrior.
Faced with such kindness, Aemon's conscience was uneasy. Except for weakness, his uncle has no flaws. Almost all the noble qualities required of a king can be found in him. Although he knew his uncle was good to him, it was mostly for Rhaenyra's sake. But "good" is good.
Seeing that his nephew was silent, Viserys finally became angry. "What kind of magic potion did the daughter of the Sea Snake give you to make you betray Rhaenyra?"
Aemon whispered, "If it were just about feelings, I would decisively marry Laena."
"You said you married her out of responsibility?" Viserys was quick-witted and immediately understood.
Aemon was about to respond, but sighed helplessly instead.
Silence was the bridge tonight.
Rhaenyra is too stupid. Her status and position are crucial to the outcome of the Dance with the Dragons. If she isn't on our side, she'll definitely cause trouble.
Viserys looked incredulous and murmured, "You think of yourself as a conqueror, yet my daughter has become Visenya." Or a low-profile version of Visenya.
"Rhaenyra has always been good to me," Aemon confessed his true feelings.
"Then you should be devoted to her." Viserys could not accept the cruel truth, which ignited his anger. "You don't deserve to be treated like this. You and your father are both bastards."
"Uncle," Aemon stood up.
"Sit down!" Viserys shouted.
Aemon sat down obediently.
"Listen. I will not allow my nephew to be ungrateful." Viserys looked fierce as he warned, "You are to stay in this room and not go anywhere until you figure it out."
"House arrest?" Aemon asked in surprise.
"Whatever you think," Viserys said angrily. "You can't leave this room."
After that, he stormed out. As he passed by the door, he stepped on a dragon-shaped stone sculpture and almost tripped.
"Be careful," Aemon said nervously.
"Sit down, bastard!" Viserys turned around, cursed, kicked the stone sculpture, and pushed the door open.
Bang!
The door closed heavily and shook the doorframe, releasing a cloud of dust.
Aemon vaguely heard his uncle order the Kingsguard to guard the door and not contact anyone or send any food or drink.
"You still treat me like a child." Aemon looked helpless and flicked the family sword, Blackfyre, beside him.
"Discover items containing magic power. Gain magic essence +10."
A small harvest.
Aemon found joy in suffering and tended to the stone sculptures on the enormous round table. Its diameter is more than two and a half meters. Its overall shape is based on the capital of the Valyria Empire, including the flat-topped towers where the dragon kings live, the Valyrian Avenue built with dragonstone, and various dragons with similar appearances.
After playing for a while, there was nothing new.
Aemon leaned his elbow on the table, took the wine pot, and shook it. Half a pot of red wine, red like fire in the sun.
"I don't like to drink," Aemon fell back decadently.
Telling the truth offends people. But when you speak your mind, you feel better than ever.
"What should I do next?" Aemon arched his head and thought about how to get out of trouble.
The goal wasn't to leave the room, but to escape the current predicament.
Without Daemon, the two families are still equal in strength. He can defeat three people alone. Guaranteed win! His uncle is so tolerant because he recognizes his power as a deterrent.
"But you still treat me like a child." Aemon was very dissatisfied.
He would rather his uncle drive him out of King's Landing in a rage so he can do whatever he wants, free from the restraint of family affection.
With his uncle's scheming, however, he obviously won't give up martial arts. They should lock him up and put constant pressure on him, both physically and mentally, until he surrenders. It's like training an eagle.
On the other hand,
Viserys looked gloomy and walked off the floor aggressively. He had never seen such a bastard. Marrying the daughter of a Sea Snake is an emotion; marrying his daughter is a responsibility. Is Rhaenyra really that bad?
"Damn Daemon! The son he fathered deserves death!" Viserys cursed the whole way.
The tournament will be held, and the king must attend. When they saw the angry king, the passing noble lords all stepped aside and kept silent. They were afraid of getting into trouble.
At the corner of the stairs, Corlys, dressed formally, walked slowly down the stairs with his wife. They both witnessed the scene.
"I heard that something big happened last night." Corlys meant something.
"It's all over, isn't it?" Rhaenys didn't want to dwell on it.
Daemon disappeared early in the morning, and a brothel burned down on Silk Street. They say there is a shadow of a dragon inside. Clearly, it's a scandal that cannot be exposed.
While they stood there, a servant came quietly and whispered a few words in Corlys's ear.
After he left, Corlys looked surprised and said, "The king has imprisoned his nephew."
It seems that the father and son committed the crime together.
"Don't think too much of it. That kid still has a conscience." Rhaenys retorted disdainfully. "But I'm not surprised that he was imprisoned." He touched her daughter and turned around to say that he wanted to take two wives. He must have said the same thing to Viserys, which is why he was punished.
"You're still so cynical." Corlys admired his wife's wisdom.
Rhaenys snorted coldly, "There are too many Targaryen fools, especially the men."
"If we really follow the Faith of the Seven Gods, everyone from top to bottom will be killed and bled."
Princess's bedroom.
Seeing Aemon being taken away, Rhaenyra felt alone and uneasy. She was afraid her father would be angry with Aemon. Moreover, the two of them had done something last night, and according to the law, Aemon was guilty of treason.
"I can't just sit and wait for death," she thought. Rhaenyra decided to take action. Alicent had already attacked her; she couldn't afford to be foolish.
"If I don't have the power to speak, then find someone who does." Rhaenyra's smart brain kicked into gear, and she quickly decided to look for allies. Her first target was Laena, who had used a gun.
"If she helps, Aemon will be safe." Rhaenyra was in high spirits and left immediately.
Laena was smarter than Rhaenyra, and she also had the oldest and largest dragon, Vhagar. With their status and power, all problems could be solved.
Rhaenyra hurried out. When she arrived at Laena's room, she knocked on the door but received no response.
"Isn't she here?" Rhaenyra asked in surprise. "Did she go to the arena?"
"Your Highness, someone has a message for you." A timid voice came from behind her.
A young, delicate maid stood respectfully. Rhaenyra asked curiously, "Elenda, is it a message for me?"
The messenger was her close friend from the Marseille family in the king's territory.
Looking around to see if anyone was nearby, Elenda whispered, "It's someone from Flea Bottom. I heard she's called White Worm, Mysaria."
"White Worm?" Rhaenyra fell into deep thought.
She had an impression of him and seemed to recall meeting him once. Daemon had stolen the dragon eggs she had prepared for her deceased brother and given them to his mistress, who had been raised on Dragonstone. The mistress is pregnant, so she is called White Worm.
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