Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

The Shy Maid quietly docked, like a girl dancing with her skirt, swaying with the river, occasionally crashing into the shore, making heavy knocking sounds.

The nun had a basket hanging on her arm, which contained clothes for changing. Her long brown hair fluttered in the wind, as if she was walking on the water.

The whistling sound came from the deck of the Shy Maid and the wooden piles of the river port. The sailors on the ship blew desperately, whistling like a competition, trying to attract the nun's attention.

Sister Lemore liked to bathe in the river, just like the pious nun praised by everyone in the Seven Star Bible, washing away the dirt of the world and leaving purity to the seven gods.

Lemore raised her eyes and glanced at the deck. There was a cheer from the Shy Maid immediately. All the sailors thought the nun was looking at them, and they showed off to the people around them.

"Ms. Lemore serves the Seven Gods, so such teasing is not good."

There is obvious resentment in these words, and also immaturity and recklessness.

The speaker walked to the edge of the deck, and it seemed that his deep blue eyes looked at Lemore who was about to board the ship, and his long eyelashes blinked. His clothes were very clean and tidy, but the style was no different from that of the surrounding sailors. He stayed quietly around the sailors, and the noise and noise enveloped him.

If others saw him, they would probably regard him as a sailor with outstanding appearance and love of cleanliness. Although he looked tall, his teenage face told him that his body was not fully developed, and he could be taller and stronger.

Long blue-purple hair is not common, but for sailors who are used to seeing all kinds of races, this is not surprising.

Sister Lemore glanced at him twice, said nothing more, and stepped onto the deck.

"Little Griffin, your father is looking for you."

The nun approached him, and the sailors around him consciously made way for her. The look in her eyes did not show the previous teasing and joking, but the awe of the gods filled her eyes.

Most sailors worship gods. Little Griffin thought that the life on the ship was well paid, but perhaps a small wave could turn all the previous preparations and efforts into bubbles.

And Ms. Lemore was a teacher of his faith, a believer of the Seven Gods, and a devout nun, so she was naturally respected by the sailors.

Little Griffin left the deck and walked into the cabin of the Shy Maid.

Pushing open the door of the cabin, a simple sheepskin map was placed on the small table. The person at the table was lighting a candle with a match. In an instant, the room became bright, and the candlelight illuminated the sheepskin map. Little Griffin took a closer look, and sure enough, it was another map of marching formations.

"What is this?" Little Griffin asked.

The father stroked the map, feeling the texture of the sheepskin, "New things in Westeros."

When the word Westeros came out of his father's mouth, little Griffin's pupils dilated significantly. He swallowed and asked, "What is it?"

The father stared at the map, "Illyrio handed it to me, a map of two armies against each other."

"Which two armies..." Little Griffin regretted it as soon as he said it. The father wanted to use this to test whether he had learned in vain from Haldon.

The map is easy to identify, and the flags of the Westeros family are clearly visible in it.

Three of the flags are the most conspicuous, and little Griffin pointed to them.

Silver-gray ice wolf, "Stark of the North,"

Silver trout jumping on the red and blue stripes, "Tully of the Riverlands,"

And... Little Griffin pointed to the largest flag of another army formation, a blue and white crescent falcon, "Arryn of the Vale."

"Battle of the Red Comet," the father deliberately lowered his voice, but it still sounded loud in the cabin, "The Arryn family annihilated most of the Stark and Tully armies, captured Robb Stark, occupied Riverrun, and annexed two territories with one country..."

Little Griffin frowned, "This is not in line with the tradition of the kingdom..."

"Targaryen is no longer in power, let alone the tradition of the kingdom?" The father glanced at Little Griffin.

"When did it happen?"

"A long time ago, when we had not yet reached the northern end of the River Rhoyne."

"Ah," Little Griffin said casually, "What is Westeros like now?"

The father looked at Little Griffin, "The Iron Throne's predicament has just ended, Stannis has been captured, and the three families of Lion, Gryphon and Flower are in power. It seems that the situation is very good."

"What should we do then?" Little Griffin was obviously not satisfied with this answer, "Are Illyrio and Varys paving the way for us?"

After hearing this, the father was silent. He stared at the map for a long time before speaking, "Illyrio is hiding something from us. He and Spider didn't tell me many details."

Little Griffin's eyebrows revealed a sense of impatience. His eyes were a little purple in the cabin with only candlelight. "They are hiding it from us? What do they want to hide from the king?"

The father's body stopped in place, and he looked at Little Griffin.

"Your Majesty," his address became respectful, "Illyrio wants to use this map to warn us."

"Warning what?" Little Griffin has been like this, eager to know the answer.

"Artis Arryn," the "father" in front of him didn't look like a father, but bowed his head respectfully like a subject, "He is a more dangerous person in Westeros than Tywin Lannister."

Little Griffin hesitated for a moment and asked, "Will he be loyal to me..."

"His father, Jon Arryn, was the first to raise the banner of rebellion."

"How is the military strength?"

"He controls two of the seven kingdoms."

Little Griffin hesitated and rubbed his fists, "What can Spider do?"

"This is where I'm confused," "Father" frowned slightly, "Illyrio was vague and didn't tell me how to deal with this rising star of the kingdom."

Little Griffin looked down at the map on the chopping board, and in his mind came the scene of the Vale army defeating the Wolffish coalition, and Artis Arryn charging forward, waving his sword.

"Your Majesty?"

Little Griffin raised his head, "Sir Clinton, put away your doubts, let the spider deal with his web with peace of mind, we don't have to worry about it, there are more important things to do."

Sir Clinton's eyes flashed with a trace of astonishment, he nodded slightly, "I'll remember, Your Majesty."

Little Griffin walked out of the cabin, the narrow space, the humid air, the dirty surface, even though he had long been accustomed to these, but the unwillingness in his heart always surged ashore like a tide, shattering his self-comfort.

I shouldn't stay here any longer. I am named the Conqueror and will soon hold the Conqueror's "Blackfire". I shouldn't continue to use the pseudonym "Little Griffin". I am Targaryen, Aegon Targaryen, destined to conquer the Seven Kingdoms and save civilians!

And Jon Connington, who taught me military strategy, shouldn't continue to rise and fall here. He should return to his fiefdom, Griffin's Roost, and serve as the Prime Minister of the Seven Kingdoms, his own King's Hand...

Little Aegon clenched his fists. His fate was tied to the future of too many people. He must not allow the vultures fighting for carrion to continue to run wild in Westeros.

The picture has emerged in his mind, holding the Blackfire Sword, sitting on the Iron Throne, conquering the Seven Kingdoms, and ascending the throne as king...

"Plop!" Something wet suddenly appeared on Little Aegon's face. He came to his senses and a fishy smell came to his nose.

"Sorry, sorry, Little Griffin, these fish meat, damn it!" The sailor hurriedly lowered his head to pick up the white and tender fish meat that fell on the deck.

Young Aegon was slightly stunned, staring at the deck.