Chapter 140 Black Fire Consecration

"Aemon, congratulations on winning the tourney at the tender age of thirteen."

Viserys spoke solemnly.

Aemon heard the sound and walked away, avoiding Alison's sight.

You can roughly guess what’s coming next.

Viserys smiled: "Your grandfather Baerron also participated in the tourney as a mysterious knight and won excellent results."

"He accepted the canonization and was promoted to knight at the age of sixteen."

More than just being knighted.

Belron returned to King's Landing overnight, entered the dragon's lair to find the ownerless Vhagar, and became the second driver of the founding dragon.

Aemon hung his lance on his horse and dismounted.

"You are underage, but your bravery has won recognition from the seven countries. I will make you an official knight."

Viserys looked serious.

Walked down from the VIP table and came to the competition arena.

"His Majesty."

Aemon was well prepared and knelt down on one knee without any burden.

In Westeros, where the belief in the Seven Gods is prevalent, knighthood symbolizes honor.

However, most knights are conferred upon adulthood.

Generations of male heirs of the Targaryen family have been relatively brave.

Grandfathers Belron and Daemon were both granted the title at the age of sixteen.

Currently, there are no records of earlier canonizations.

"His Royal Highness is only thirteen years old."

Someone whispered, their eyes filled with envy.

What an honor for a thirteen-year-old knight.

Viserys walked up to his nephew and looked down at him.

Ask yourself, he likes this brat too much.

Brave and stubborn, with the spirit of a young man.

If it were his own son, his right to inherit the Iron Throne would be undisputed.

It's a pity that the gods always like to make fun of the world.

Aemon bowed his head in compliance with tradition and glanced up from the corner of his eye.

Viserys sighed to himself and waved back.

Harold held the "Black Fire" and presented the sword hilt with a seven-pointed star carved on it.

"Aemon, born of bronze and fire, Targaryen's dragon prince, heir to Runestone City, dragon slayer, and warrior came to earth."

Viserys drew his clan sword "Blackfire" and called out his nephew's origin and title: "Today, I canonize you as a knight and the prince of Riverdale Town who opened up the fiefdom."

Aemon remained quiet, his silver-gold hair shining brightly.

"In the name of a warrior, I ask you to be brave."

Viserys placed the family sword "Blackfire" on his nephew's right shoulder, and the official canonization ceremony was carried out in a strict and orderly manner.

The clan sword "Black Fire" was moved from the right shoulder to the left shoulder.

“In the name of our Heavenly Father, I demand justice from you.”

In the name of the Seven Gods, restrain the knights with noble character.

Aemon listened silently and felt the cold "black fire" moving on his shoulders.

This may be the closest the uncle comes to killing him.

"alright."

Viserys took back the "Black Fire" and said seriously: "From now on, you are a true knight."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Eamonn thanked him respectfully.

The canonization ceremony is complete.

Viserys looked around, stretched out his hand to support his nephew's shoulders, and lowered his voice: "As long as you nod, the Black Fire is still yours."

He believed his nephew understood what it meant.

"Uncle, I have a new sword."

Aemon smiled and stood up calmly.

The thin squire was very discerning and dragged the rune sword to his employer.

Aemon straightened his back and slung his rune sword across his back.

Viserys' expression changed slightly.

When Eamonn stood up, he was half a head taller than him, and his body wearing an iron can looked tall and powerful.

At this moment he realized that his nephew had truly grown up.

"You are my uncle and my king."

Aemon was open-minded and promised: "I am still part of the royal family and that will not change."

The uncle was very kind to him.

As long as this family relationship continues, he will guard the valley honestly.

Be a good nephew.

When Viserys heard these words, he was moved and angry, and he opened his arms and hugged him.

Aemon bowed obediently and rested his head on his uncle's shoulder.

Bang bang bang!

The audience burst into applause, witnessing the friendship between the king's uncle and nephew.

A united Targaryen family has no rival.

Since the death of King Jaehaerys, the Targaryens have been in dire straits.

His Royal Highness has risen strongly, becoming a representative figure of the next generation.

"Hiss Ka-"

Wormisor raised his head and roared, his broad brown wings covering most of the competition field, sweeping up gusts of wind.

It also celebrates the driver.

boom--

Silver wings and gray shadows spit out dragon flames, leaving scorching waterfalls in the air.

Syrax was emotionally heightened and surrounded the bronze dragon.

"Hiss Ka-"

The sound of Wormisor is like a loud bell, and it is defended by three giant dragons, just like the supreme dragon king commanding the dragons.

Just like when you kill a glutton, you are respected by the dragons.

The noble lords looked up and looked up, showing surprise for no apparent reason.

In the public eye, dragons have always been mysterious.

The appearance of dragons in hordes heralds the strength of the Targaryen family.

Aemon's eyes were puzzled, and he was keenly aware of subtle changes.

Vormithor is a dragon of extraordinary talent.

They are also the only pair of dragons to form a pair.

There may be some individual differences between it and ordinary dragons.

A glutton like a dragon-eating species.

Have some inherent uniqueness.

…

The martial arts competition ended successfully.

Next night.

Red Fort, banquet hall.

"Congratulations, Your Highness."

Emon was surrounded by people, and Bartimos from Crab Island was the first to toast.

He was glad that he had shown his goodwill early and established a deep friendship.

His Royal Highness was crowned as the official prince of River Valley Town from a dragon prince without a fiefdom and prefix.

It sounds like his momentum has weakened, but in fact his status has leaped.

A royal relative with real power.

Emon responded one by one and finally broke away from the crowd.

With fame, trouble is inevitable.

"Emon."

Alison changed into a royal blue dress and couldn't wait to greet him.

As soon as Emon turned around, a pair of arms hugged his neck.

"Today is the happiest day since I got married, and I will remember it deeply in my heart."

Alison was full of emotion and joy, and boldly pressed the other party into her arms.

Emon's face was hot and bumped into the soft touch.

Long-lost excessive intimacy.

The body was a little stiff, and it was awkward to put his hands anywhere.

I am very grateful for Allison's generosity.

But he has grown up and doesn't need to thank me.

Bo~~

Allison kissed her side face and smiled sweetly: "I like the crown very much."

She still had reason. After the kiss, she still didn't let go and rubbed the silver-gold head in her arms.

The height difference was obvious, and Eamon had to bend down.

It was like a sister hugging her brother, without any extra lust.

Eamon broke free from the warmth and showed a helpless expression.

Allison lacked emotions and couldn't control herself after the suppressed emotions broke out.

With so many people watching, it was easy to cause misunderstandings.

Complaints in the heart, deep feelings turned into pity.

The body returned to nature, and her hands embraced the smooth back.

Marriage did not bring her happiness and joy, and she was very similar to her mother, Lady Rhea.

The difference was that one slept with her husband but had different dreams, and the other was simply a widow.

Both were poor women with unhappy marriages.

"Okay, you should go to accompany the person waiting for you."

Allison looked reluctant and slowly released her arms.

"Be careful not to disturb the fetus."

Aemon reminded carefully, poking his finger at her flat belly.

Alison was three months pregnant, but she was still not showing.

"Aemon, don't touch me."

Alison glared at him in reproach and slapped his mischievous hand away.

The warmth of his fingertips made her skin hot through the fabric of her skirt.

Aemon withdrew his hand in dismay.

"Go quickly, don't let them wait anxiously."

Alison raised her chin, as if urging her brother to go on a blind date.

Aemon left obediently.

The dinner was grand and the banquet hall was crowded.

Lanar and Rhaenyra sat quietly below everyone, out of tune with the lively atmosphere.

"Two beautiful ladies, can I sit here?"

Aemon moved a chair and squeezed in between the two women.

"It's my honor."

Lanar was gentle and her magnetic voice was very pleasant.

Rhaenyra glanced at him and moved her chair to the side, making room for him.

Aemon sat down calmly.

From childhood to adulthood, His Royal Highness has never lacked courage.

The main point is to face challenges head-on.

"You're tired after a day, eat something."

Lanar picked up some dishes and put them on his plate.

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Aemon started eating very politely.

"I poisoned it."

Lanar said the terrifying words with a calm face.

Aemon paused chewing and said in surprise: "Really?"

Lanar nodded slightly.

Aemon closed his eyes and continued chewing and swallowing.

"Aren't you afraid?"

Lanar asked.

Aemon swallowed the last bite and smiled: "You must eat all the dishes you picked up."

Lanar sighed and said regretfully: "But I really poisoned it."

Aemon's forehead was covered with cold sweat.

This is not the end.

Lanar chuckled: "Just kidding, idiot."

As he said that, he picked up the same dish and ate a piece.

Aemon breathed a sigh of relief.

"You scared him."

Rhaenyra rolled her eyes beautifully, very speechless.

Lanar said: "If you don't teach him a lesson, he won't remember it."

Inherited from her mother, she is very good at training her husband.

Rhaenyra couldn't help but accept it: "You are right."

Aemon looked at the two women secretly.

Why is there a little... inexplicable harmony?

"Aemon, my father is very angry."

Rhaenyra hesitated again and again, and didn't want to say it at this time.

Aemon whispered: "What about you?"

Rhaenyra was stunned when she heard it.

Even Lanar stopped moving, looking a little unnatural.

"Your thoughts."

Aemon said this, but his eyes looked at the two people.

Rhaenyra took a deep breath and stared at him straight: "Do my thoughts matter to you?"

She knew that her position in Aemon's heart was no longer the same as before.

Perhaps her position was not high before.

Laenaer had always been favored by her.

Aemon said nothing and took her soft little hand.

Another false proposition.

Just express it with practical actions.

Rhaenyra interlocked her fingers with him, and a warm current flowed through her heart.

Laenaer turned her head and took a sip of wine.

"Cousin, congratulations on winning the tournament championship."

Lannino hurried over with an excited smile.

Rhaenyra's expression tightened and she slipped out her little hand.

Lannino didn't even look at it, and said excitedly: "When you are free, let's have a sparring match."

"Okay."

Aemon smiled.

Lannino was very happy and chatted for a long time.

His cousin was so charming.

He was not only manly, but also skilled in martial arts.

"Lannino, do you have anything else to say?"

Lanar looked at him unkindly.

Brothers from the same mother, they all know what to say when they stick their butts out.

Lannino shuddered and retreated with a smirk.

Bloodline suppression was so terrifying.

Aemon realized it later and said strangely: "He..."

"Don't drink with him, he will get you drunk."

Lanar warned strongly.

If you get drunk, then this man is not worth having.

"I know."

Aemon felt cold on his back and nodded like pounding garlic.

He must have been in a bad relationship recently, and all the good and bad ones came to him.

Horrible...

Harold came over: "Prince, His Majesty has something to ask you."

"What can't be said here?"

Rhaenyra said nervously.

Harold said helplessly: "Don't worry, Princess, it's just a normal conversation."

Rhaenyra didn't believe it and wanted to protect him.

Aemon held her down: "It's okay, you two can talk first."

Since he has shown up, we will have to talk alone sooner or later.

...

The crypt.

Balerian's skull was placed on the altar, surrounded by circles of white candles.

Aemon came here.

He saw Uncle Viserys standing on the edge of the altar, stirring the candlelight with his palm.

Different from the previous two conversations, this time they were in the crypt.

"Uncle."

Aemon spoke first.

Viserys looked at the dragon skull and said nostalgically: "Balerian was the only creature left in ancient Valyria before the Doomsday."

"Its greatness and flaws, what do you think of when you see a dragon?"

Aemon was a little surprised and told the truth: "I have never had the honor of seeing it."

Balerian is a legendary dragon, hatched from ancient Valyria, and migrated to Dragonstone with the exile Aenaar.

Originally there were five dragons, and the other four died for unknown reasons.

Balerian became the swan song of ancient Valyria.

The uncle was the last rider of Balerion.

"Answer me."

Viserys turned around and said solemnly: "This is very important. What did you see?"

Aemon was slightly startled and saw that the uncle was not joking. He really wanted to hear his opinion.

His opinion on dragons.

Viserys stared at him and signaled his nephew to speak.

Aemon thought for a moment and said seriously: "It's us, it's the family."

The reason why the Targaryen family is so glorious today is all due to the dragons in the family.

The Dragon King family lost the dragon and was no different from ordinary people.

"That's right."

Viserys smiled and warned: "Dragons are our guarantee, but riding dragons is an illusion."

"Dragons are dangerous forces. The demise of ancient Valyria is inseparable from dragons."

"We must learn from history and use this power with caution."

Aemon nodded in response: "I will."

He didn't quite understand what his uncle meant by this.

Was he guarding against the three dragons under his command, or did he really want to tell himself to be steady.

Viserys gave the answer: "Without dragons, we are ordinary people. Only Targaryens who understand this are worthy of approaching the Iron Throne."

Aemon heard this and knew that the key was coming.

"I asked you a question. Do you have an answer now?"

Viserys looked at his nephew with high hopes: "Unlike on the back of a dragon, the Iron Throne is the most dangerous position and needs someone to guard it."

Aemon did not hesitate: "My answer remains unchanged."

He would not accept any kidnapping.

Viserys was annoyed: "You will marry Rhaenyra, right?"

"Of course."

Aemon admitted.

Viserys asked again: "Do you still want to marry Laena?"

Aemon nodded.

Viserys said seriously: "Do you know the consequences of marrying two wives at the same time?"

"I think it's time to change some things."

Aemon's eyes were deep.

The family lacked cohesion and kept repeating the mistakes of internal strife.

The Faith of the Seven Gods suppressed the Targaryens, and it should be attacked to gain more privileges.

The Velaryon family has dragons, so they should find ways to retrieve the dragon riders.

The uncle plays it safe and drags the family into the abyss step by step.

While things can still be saved, drastic reforms should be made.

Viserys was silent for a moment, then said, "I want you to be engaged to Rhaenyra and marry her as your king's wife."