Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord

The next day.

The sun rose, and the morning light tore through the clouds.

Eight hundred valley knights returned to the river town.

The shore of the long lake.

Two giant dragons slowly landed, and the leaves of the lawn flew.

Aemon climbed down the dragon's back, dragging his tired body.

Since the vassal was summoned, his spirit has been in a high-intensity tension.

Now that he relaxed, he felt physically and mentally exhausted.

Fortunately, the result was as he wished.

"Prince."

A black gauze figure stood by the lake, with a big black cat lying in front of him.

Aemon: "Walking the cat so early?"

Johanna pouted slightly, patted the bread crumbs in her hand, and slowly walked towards the grass slope.

On the lake with green duckweed.

A group of black swans pecked away food and swam away charmingly.

Aemon didn't want to watch the swans playing in the water, he just wanted to go back and have a good sleep.

It would be best if he could sleep for three days and three nights, the kind that can't be shaken by thunder.

"I'm relieved."

Johanna's eyes were full of concern, and her cold fingers touched the back of the other's hand.

Aemon nodded.

Johanna is indeed not an ordinary woman.

Her contribution to the series of actions that shocked the valley is indelible.

The name of the Black Swan will also spread throughout the seven kingdoms.

"I've been waiting here all night."

Johanna said softly.

The rich fragrance of roses hit Aemon's face, and Aemon became more tired.

"Do you want to rest for a while?"

Johanna moved closer, with a faint blush on the tip of her nose.

She has her own little thoughts.

In terms of identity and background, King's Landing, Tidehead Island, and even the Red Fortress are more important than her.

But sometimes, timing is more important.

"Aemon."

Her face was about to touch, and a magnetic voice came from behind.

Lanar stood higher and spoke with a puzzled look.

Johanna quickly lowered her head and kept a safe distance.

Then, she hurried away with the black cat.

A set of actions was smooth and unhurried.

Aemon breathed a sigh of relief.

There are always bad women who covet his body.

"Why did she leave?"

Lanar had an innocent look on his face.

Aemon shook his head and laughed: "If you hadn't come, she wouldn't have left."

"Then I came at the wrong time?"

Lanar asked knowingly.

Aemon said seriously: "No, you came at the right time."

Lanar chuckled and put her arms around his neck: "You're fine."

Not every woman in the world is as stupid as Rhaenyra.

It's about means and patience.

Obviously, the Black Swan's grasp of timing is still a little immature.

Lanar sat on the ground with her light blue dress spread out.

Aemon lay on the hem of the skirt, with his head resting on her elastic thighs.

I have to say that Johanna is very good at choosing places.

This is a secluded grass slope, no outsiders disturbing.

Lanar stroked his forehead and worriedly said: "You will cause unnecessary trouble if you do this."

From the smoky smell on the other party, she had guessed the reason.

Iron Oak City, danger!

Aemon held the scallion-white little hand and asked with a smile: "Do I have enough trouble?"

"If you take action against the Waywood family, many people will look at you differently."

Lanar knows the complexity of human nature.

If you are weak, they will bully you, and if you are strong, they will exclude you.

Plop!

Aemon suddenly stood up and pressed Lanar, who was sitting sideways, to the lawn, admiring the delicate face that was cold to outsiders:

"I didn't hide it. Everyone knows who took action, but they have no evidence."

So what?

Even if the uncle wrote a few more letters to scold him, the Duchess of the Eagle's Nest could still drive him out of the valley.

Suppressing the pirates of the Three Women's Kingdom and exterminating the Waywood clan.

The two things, one bright and one dark, represent his thundering means and ruthless determination.

This is the only way to gain respect.

"Maybe you are right."

Lanar couldn't convince the other party, and said helplessly: "It has happened, so let it ferment slowly."

She is very passive now.

Raise both hands above your head and surrender.

Being stared at by someone, she felt a heat rising all over her body, and her two small earlobes were burned red.

"You didn't take off my armor when I came back."

Aemon stared at her closely.

Lanar turned her head and said in a trembling voice: "The tradition of the dragon kings of ancient Valyria only needs to be followed half."

The dragon kings of that era were not monogamous.

There was more than one person who took off the armor.

"Excuse."

Aemon approached her and gently lifted her chin.

Lanar was a bad woman.

She flirted with him every time they met, but she didn't want to do it.

She was affectionate before going to war, but she was as dull as water after coming back.

It can only be said that the salt and sea of ​​the Velaryon family are not as good as the blood and fire of the Targaryen family.

"Don't regret it and say that I bullied you."

Lanar's beautiful eyes rippled, and her legs under her skirt involuntarily came together.

Aemon slowly lowered his head.

He was fascinated by Lanar's gentle personality.

Like a mature sister who is good at thinking, she can always deal with things calmly and help him solve problems.

There is no better wife than her.

"Aemon."

Lannar was a little embarrassed and not quite ready.

Baji baji...

Facts have proved it.

People who can speak sweet words have their mouths covered with honey.

Long Lake.

Wormisol and Silver Wing lay on the lawn, their dragon heads leaning against each other, rubbing against each other intimately.

"Roar!"

Wormisol raised his dragon head and pressed his chin on Silver Wing's back, as heavy as a mountain.

Silverwing narrowed his pupils, bit his partner's neck, and pressed him down.

Wormisol wanted to get angry, but was slapped mercilessly by the silver-gray wings.

A similar scene happened in a hidden corner.

Lanar's face turned red with anger, she pulled up her silver-gold waist-length wavy hair, and held down the disobedient dragon with both hands.

As a dragon rider, taming dragons is a basic skill.

Although unskilled, but very gentle.

Soothing little by little, rubbing the scales with his palms gently.

Dragons have wisdom that is not inferior to humans, and they know when to be obedient.

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Lie down quietly and let the dragon rider do it.

Occasionally, they will resist, but they will be suppressed on the spot.

…

The Battle of Pentos was won, and the Waywood family was destroyed.

Once the two pieces of news appeared, they spread across the seven kingdoms at a very fast speed.

King's Landing, Red Castle.

The King's bedroom.

Viserys sat on a recliner, holding his eldest son Aegon in his arms, and patiently told the story of his grandfather Jaehaerys's expedition against the wildlings on the Wall.

At his feet, Helena and Aemond sat side by side, playing with carefully carved toys.

Dongdong!

Grand Maester Meros pushed the door open and presented two letters.

"Who are they from?"

Viserys put little Aegon down and asked his old friend with a smile.

Meros said silently: "You'd better check it yourself."

Viserys's smile faded, and he knew it was not good news as soon as he heard it.

Could it be that Rhaenyra took the rapier again and stabbed the nobleman who offended her?

He had scolded her several times.

"Seven Gods bless you."

Viserys opened the envelope, and his mood was like opening a blind box.

He knew it was a mess, but he still wanted to confirm how bad it was.

As soon as he saw it, it was Lady Jeyne of the Eyrie.

Viserys's face sank, and he wrinkled the letter paper while reading it.

Open the second letter, Aemon Targaryen.

Requesting a knight under his command to be granted a secondary noble title for developing territory.

Bang!

Viserys' face flushed, and he crumpled the two letters into a ball and threw them out, angrily saying: "You dare to ask me for a noble title, do you want the Iron Throne!?"

An ancient noble who has been passed down from the Age of Heroes to the present day was destroyed just like that.

Even his father Daemon didn't dare to act so recklessly.

The accusation letters from the Vale filled the desks of the Eyrie, and Jeyne Arryn turned around and sent them to him.

Does he think he is the master of the Vale, and other nobles are vassals with the power of life and death?

"Your Majesty, the plan now is to think about how to calm the anger of the nobles in the Vale."

Meros persuaded.

"Ping a fart!"

Viserys rarely swore: "If the old guy of the Waywood family hadn't deliberately made things difficult, how could he be killed by that kid to scare the monkeys."

What a good child he is usually, obedient and filial to his elders.

Why did they kill and burn people when they returned to the Vale?

It's the people of the Vale's own problem.

The Targaryen family wants to take root in the Vale. This is the basic strategy set when my grandfather was in power.

Whoever dares to be the first to come forward must admit his bad luck.

Melos was stunned by the scolding and hesitated: "But what about the Eyrie?"

After all, it is Queen Emma's family and Princess Rhaenyra's maternal family.

If the Eyrie can't withstand the pressure, the royal family's control over the Vale will be greatly reduced.

"Don't worry, the people of the Vale dare not do anything."

Viserys suppressed his anger and occupied the high ground with his smart IQ.

The nephew's behavior is quite bad.

It is almost a blatant destruction of the Waywood family to intimidate the nobles of the entire Vale.

But it must be said that it has already achieved initial results.

Otherwise.

With the stubborn character of the nobles of the Vale, Jeyne Arryn would have forced her vassals to call for an explanation.

Rather than a simple letter.

Melos understood and asked, "Do you reject Prince Aemon's request?"

"Of course."

Viserys didn't think twice and ordered, "After the victory of the Battle of Pentos, the royal army will withdraw immediately and don't waste time in the Vale."

He could guess what his nephew was thinking.

It's nothing more than fighting violence with violence and making a name for himself in the Vale.

After the destruction of the Waywood family, the nobles of the Vale will be honest for a long time.

After the nephew's big move, he will also seek development.

In this stalemate, the royal family must not intervene.

The Vale is a solid pillar of the royal family, and the nephew is a pioneer in branching out.

Favoring either side will bring trouble to oneself.

The best way is to deal with it coldly.

Melos nodded and turned to leave.

"Wait a minute."

Viserys stopped him with a gloomy face: "Tell that kid to stay in the prince's territory honestly and not to go out and make trouble for a short time."

Put him in solitary confinement directly.

Meros was surprised and asked, "How long will it take?"

"I don't know, maybe a month, maybe longer, wait until Rhaenyra comes back quickly."

Viserys had a hidden selfish intention.

He couldn't sleep well until the marriage was settled.

His nephew Aemon inherited Daemon's romantic temperament, and he could attract bees and butterflies wherever he went.

If you are not careful, the pig will be eaten by cabbage.

"Damn Daemon!"

Viserys cursed fiercely.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Meros nodded and walked away with a staggering step.

As the Grand Maester who changed the medicine for the king every day.

He knew the king's mind too well.

It was called house arrest, but in fact it was a circle for protection.

He was afraid that a series of accidents such as assassins killing by mistake and stomach bloating and rupture would happen to his nephew.

Mellos sighed deeply and glanced at the little princess Helena before closing the door.

The marriage between the eldest princess and Prince Aemon is a top priority.

Even if the queen wants to intervene, the Oldtown family has no cards to play.