Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord

Before entering King's Landing, Aemon promised everything.

After getting off the ship, his firm will was challenged.

At noon, the sea was calm.

The Prince Aemon crossed Blackwater Bay, and standing on the bow, he could see the majestic Mud Gate from afar.

"There are so many people."

Aemon lay on the railing, tiptoed and looked at the port where the "little ants" were walking around.

The Vale Knights stood, waiting for the ship to dock.

The voyage was very smooth.

Boom! !

Suddenly, a golden afterimage flew over the towering city wall and broke through the white clouds drifting in the sky.

The next moment, the thin clouds and mist were blown away.

"Hiss!"

Without waiting for the ships on Blackwater Bay to prepare, the golden afterimage descended rapidly, and one side of the wide flesh wings brushed the sea water.

The wind and waves instantly swept the surrounding sea surface.

"Dragon! Protect the prince!"

The Seagull Knight shouted in fear, flew over and overwhelmed the little Aemon.

Aemon only felt a black screen in front of his eyes, and the big ship under him shook violently.

Crash!

The sea water raised a wave of spray, and several ships of Prince Aemon were blown by the wind.

The knights of the valley shouted repeatedly, and their feet were shaking and they almost couldn't stand steadily.

Everything came quickly and went quickly.

The golden afterimage plunged into the sky thousands of meters high and disappeared outside the Blackwater Bay.

"What happened, is it a dragon?"

Aemon didn't know what fear was, so he stretched his head out to ask.

Sir Ryan was alert to the sky and confirmed that the dragon shadow disappeared before getting up: "Yes, it looks like the princess's dragon."

He had glanced at the golden beast from a distance in Seagull Town.

The immersive experience made his back wet with cold sweat.

"Sir, please get up first."

Aemon was pressed and couldn't breathe, and struggled to get out.

Sir Ryan didn't dare to neglect it, and hurriedly got up to check: "Prince, are you injured?"

"Thank you, sir." Aemon patted his clothes to indicate that he was fine.

But I was thinking, it has grown a lot.

It's just a dragon, it's not like I haven't seen it before.

...

After the episode, the ship quickly docked.

Under the front and back attack of three guards, Aemon jumped off the deck in a few steps and successfully arrived at King's Landing.

Looking up, I couldn't help scratching my head in confusion.

There was no guard of honor to welcome him, and there was no royal guard to lead the way or exclusive carriage to travel.

As a port, Mudgate was full of merchants and fishermen.

In addition to civilians and merchants, nobles were also mixed in.

The Knights of the Vale raised the flag of the Royce family, and several flags were also erected around them.

The roaring lion of Lannister, the crowned stag of Baratheon...

Compared with the two duke families, the Royce family of the Vale vassal was inconspicuous.

"Let's go."

Aemon frowned, a little unhappy.

Gunthor followed orders, and his mighty body opened and closed to push away the merchants blocking the road, like a ruthless bulldozer.

Aemon followed him and walked towards the gate under the high wall.

There were more knights from the valley on this trip, and Lady Rhea had to arrange accommodation, so she couldn't go with her son.

Of course, it might be that she didn't want to see the king.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

Aemon had a lot of thoughts, and he heard the wheels rolling as he walked into the city.

Accompanied by the neighing of several strong white horses, a luxurious white painted wheelhouse was across the street.

Two gongs rang, and a team of royal guards holding three red dragon flags came up.

A white knight in silver armor and white robes jumped off the wheelhouse and bowed respectfully: "I'm very sorry, Prince. There was a little problem on the way."

Seeing this posture, Aemon's eyes turned, wondering if it was true or false.

Could it be that they forgot about me and sent someone to pick me up temporarily?

"Your Majesty is busy?" Aemon tilted his head, thinking something was wrong.

The White Knight lowered his head and answered every question: "The King is holding a royal meeting. The Queen will entertain you then."

"Is that so?"

Aemon put his hands behind his back and nodded generously: "Okay, thank you for your help."

"It's my duty!"

The White Knight was dignified and carried the little prince to the wheelhouse. He sat on the carriage and pulled the reins to drive the carriage.

The royal guards also sent a few fast horses as substitutes for the prince's guards.

Under the backdrop of the three-headed red dragon flag, the painted white wheelhouse drove slowly towards the Red Castle.

The people on both sides of the road stopped and looked at it. Their curiosity about an unfamiliar prince was far greater than that of other nobles from all over the country.

...

Red Castle, Maegor's Tower.

Under the guidance of the White Knight, Aemon passed through the crowded castle forecourt and came to the inner palace where foreign officials were not allowed to enter without permission.

"Thank you."

Aemon thanked him in a low voice, and the White Knight also took the guards down to settle them.

In the corridor with pale red brick walls, there was only one little person left.

Knock, knock!

A knock on the door alerted the people in the palace.

Alison stood by the window with her back to the window, holding a swaddle in her arms, humming a song patiently.

Hearing the sound at the door, she turned her head in confusion.

Then she saw a small boot stretched out from behind the door, and then a cute face with silver hair, purple eyes, and white and tender skin.

The little boy smiled mischievously and waved his little hand: "Alison, hello."

Seeing this, the tiredness on Alison's face turned into surprise, and then she smiled: "Aemon, is that you?"

She took a step and remembered to hand the swaddle in her arms to the maid.

When she raised her foot again, her steps were a little lighter.

Seeing the other party's joy, Aemon raised his chin proudly: "I'm back from Runestone City."

Just as she finished speaking, she was dragged into the room by her little hand and stepped on the soft black and white carpet.

Allison held Emon's chubby face in her hands and looked at it from left to right, and asked hurriedly: "How are you doing in Runestone City? I heard that Lady Leia is very arrogant?"

The touch is fleshy and soft, and she must have no shortage of food and clothing.

Emon was forced to puff up his cheeks and mumbled unclearly: "It's okay, after all, it's my own child."

"That's good, I was worried that you would not adapt to the climate of the valley."

Alison was excited for the first time in a long time, and a smile covered her beautiful cheeks.

It must be said that the person who can be chosen as the queen must be good-looking.

Her face is beautiful and soft, her temperament is gentle and moving, and her slightly curly hair hangs on her full collar, adding a sense of maternal tolerance to her young body.

When she smiles, she is so beautiful.

Emon rubbed his nose, sniffed the familiar faint floral scent, and talked about his ordinary life over the years.

Alison was the same, holding the little guy whom she regarded as her younger brother on her lap.

Especially when she saw the embroidered backpack on Aemon's waist, her smile was as warm as warm tea in winter.

The two were good friends from the beginning.

This started when Aemon was just born and Alison followed her father into the palace to take care of the elderly King Jaehaerys.

Aemon had a pair of parents who disliked each other, so naturally they didn't care about raising children.

His Majesty Jaehaerys lost his son in his old age and was full of pity for his newborn great-grandson. After the 101st Great Council, he took the baby to his bedside to take care of it.

The main person who contributed was Alison, who was still a girl.

The whole court knew that there was a pair of young people around the old King Jaehaerys, and they had an extremely good relationship.

It was not until Aemon was three years old that his great-grandfather, who had been taking good care of him, died in his sleep, and he was sent back to the Runestone City in the Valley to be raised by his biological mother, Lady Rhea.

"Alison, you have your own child now."

Eamon covered his mouth and smirked, pointing at the crying swaddling clothes in the maid's arms.

The timer of the second chapter was wrong yesterday. It was set at 18:00 instead of 16:00. I found that it was published half an hour late.

I will publish it earlier today to make up for my friends.

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Hehe, 20,000 words, I will enter the new book storage.

My fellow novices, I am here!

Next, there will be a bloody and tragic novices fighting~

Guguda~