Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord

The next morning.

The sun rose, and the light hit the warm bed in the glass window.

Iemon was half asleep and half awake, and his eyelids were slightly opened.

A person was lying beside her, with long silver-gold hair covering her face, and a white skirt slid down to reveal one shoulder.

The quilt was pressed under her body, rising and falling with her breathing.

"It's so cold~"

Iemon couldn't open his eyes, and moved up with his head.

How could someone not cover the quilt, and press the quilt tightly.

He really deserves to be beheaded!

His head was fuzzy, and he subconsciously looked for a warm embrace, stretched out his hands and hugged it tightly.

He felt uncomfortable and rubbed his cheeks hard.

It was a little soft.

Like a freshly baked cake.

He found a satisfactory position and fell asleep.

"Hmm~~"

Rhaenyra's long silver-gold hair swayed, and her small mouth opened slightly to moan.

It seemed that she was pressed by Syrax, and her waist was about to break.

"Good girl, stop making trouble."

She was also confused in sleep, and reached out her hand to touch the other person's white shirt and gently rubbed his short silver-gold hair.

Touching the soft hair, she suddenly realized that the dragon in her arms was not the other dragon.

"Huh?"

Rhaenyra opened her eyes with difficulty and saw the figure in her arms clearly.

In a moment, she turned her head away silently.

Last night was already enough nonsense...

Both sides tried their best to control their tempers, so that it did not further develop into a terrible bloody incident.

"Aemon, wake up."

Rhaenyra was so sleepy that her face was flushed after sleeping, and she gently patted the other person with her bare hands.

"..."

The other party did not respond for the time being and snored lightly.

Rhaenyra tilted her head and accepted her fate.

A minute passed.

The sleepiness gradually disappeared, and the brain was uncontrollably reviewing.

Father's scolding, the lonely banquet, and...

Rhaenyra's face was flushed, she closed her eyes hard, and couldn't help clamping the quilt.

When she thought of Jiang Jiang Nianniao, her whole body felt like a cookie.

As if it would break if touched.

"..."

The other party did not respond, and the snoring became a little louder.

The breath sprayed in her arms and hit her skin through her nightgown.

Rhaenyra seemed to be drunk, her breathing slowly became heavier, and her eyelashes kept trembling.

Drinking too much, it was always so embarrassing.

"Yawn~"

Rhaenyra yawned, her eyes hid a pool of water, and sleepiness came again.

She was tired and sleepy.

Her body gently moved forward, and her chin rested on a head of silver-gold short hair.

The white and greasy long legs riding on the quilt were retracted, and then placed on the strong waist opposite the legs.

One dragon used the other as a pillow, and the other dragon woke up and also used the other as a pillow.

"Aemon~~"

Rhaenyra muttered, thinking a lot in her drowsiness.

She finally recognized the nature of Aemon.

Dragons are chaotic and disorderly.

Born capricious and restless.

The only way to tame a dragon is to satisfy the deepest desire in your heart.

Before her mother died, she had enjoyed the unreserved love of her parents.

In contrast, Aemon grew up in a harsher environment.

He abandoned Runestone City and turned to the development of the river valley, which showed that he had no trust in his parents.

Therefore, he was more strict in dealing with emotions.

The late great-grandfather Jaehaerys, and Alicent, who was called a "good friend".

Except for these two, it is estimated that he is warm on the outside but cold on the inside to everyone else.

"Alice is not a good person."

Rhaenyra was so sleepy that she couldn't open her eyes, but she still subconsciously denied and attacked her former friend.

Her bare hands slipped from her short silver hair and grabbed the white shirt stretched by her broad shoulders.

Her five fingers slowly exerted force, and the shirt was wrinkled.

She had to protect this dragon from the outside world.

Soon, she fell asleep.

...

The sun was high in the sky.

Rhaenyra's sleeping face was peaceful, her cheek resting on her long silver-gold hair as soft as silk.

At the head of the bed, a pair of eyes quietly examined her.

Aemon sat with his hair disheveled, rubbing his sore neck.

"What did this guy do last night?"

Aemon looked dull, reaching out to grope under the quilt.

The sheets were wet and cold, no wonder someone slept on the quilt.

"Forget it, I'm too lazy to expose you."

Aemon held his forehead helplessly, vaguely remembering that someone was curled up in the quilt and groaning last night.

Get up and go out to wash.

"Prince."

Two little maids in red and white suits have been waiting, holding basins and towels.

"Go away."

Aemon took the things and turned back to the room.

"Yes."

The two little maids left obediently.

They were orphans from Nitta, and were selected as maids by the housekeeper, Mrs. Johanna, to take care of His Royal Highness's daily life.

Bang!

The door closed gently, fearing to disturb the sleeping person.

However,

"Aemon~"

Rhaenyra sat in front of the bedside table, tilting her head to comb her messy silver-gold hair.

Seeing him come in, she smiled and waved: "Come."

As if there was something good to share.

Aemon was indifferent and washed his face.

The woman opposite was a hooligan, just greedy for his body.

"Hmm~~"

Rhaenyra was very dissatisfied, took the comb and walked to his side, opened her arms and wrapped around his neck from behind.

Quiet morning, warm sunshine.

People who wake up early in the morning should snuggle with each other.

That's how it is in the picture book story.

Rhaenyra's personality is really unique.

Such a petite body, full of boldness and wildness.

"I'm leaving."

Rhaenyra suddenly spoke and bumped the other person with her head.

To be honest, she hadn't stayed long enough.

There was no strife in Riverdale, no fighting with Allison, and someone to rely on.

"You want to stay?"

Aemon asked.

Rhaenyra shook her head and laughed: "You know the consequences of my stay."

Against his father's will, he really had to hand over the heir to the Iron Throne to young Aegon.

That was the only thing she had at her disposal.

Power is power and power is power.

After losing her inheritance rights, why should she tie up the person in her arms?

I'm afraid she's not going to be like those aristocratic ladies who are lustful and relaxed, and are cuckolded by their cheating husbands.

Aemon glanced sideways and handed over the wet towel.

He didn't know what Rhaenyra was thinking, or he would tell her.

Some people seem to have not yet put on their hats, but in fact they have already put them on.

"Thanks."

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Rhaenyra took the towel and smiled happily.

Been busy for a while.

The two of them were dressed, and Aemon was pressed into a chair.

Rhaenyra held a black hairband in her silver teeth, combed the other person's hair, and tied a knot at the back of her head.

After a few months, the short lop-eared hair has long since become longer, and the ends of the hair are even with the shoulders.

The long silver-gold hair is naturally let down, and is tied with a hairband in layers to keep it neat and tidy.

This is a common hairstyle for Targaryen men.

"Let's see how it goes."

When the work was done, Rhaenyra couldn't hide her pride.

Eamonn shouted encouragement: "Very good."

"Of course, let this be my parting gift to you."

Rhaenyra pointed to the black hairband and raised her lips slightly.

The headband is only made of black steel and is not considered precious.

But etiquette is light but affection is important.

Aemon glanced at her and smiled as well.

There was provocation in their eyes, and they pressed their heads against each other unconvinced.

…

noon.

The princess' honor guard drove out of Raven Ridge, and the three red dragon flags temporarily stopped.

In the White Wheel Palace, Aemon pulled out the mithril sword "Light of the Kingdom" and stuffed it into Rhaenyra's hand.

"Remember what I taught you?"

"Hold the hilt of the sword with your wrist level with the blade, and thrust out."

"That's right."

Aemon looked serious and said: "When you encounter someone who makes things difficult for you, pick up your sword and stab him. It is enough to break through most armor."

Rhaenyra listened carefully.

She has little strength and little skill.

It is enough to learn just one stabbing move that is used with a one-handed sword.

"Okay, be careful on the road."

Aemon warned, opened the door and walked out of the Wheel Palace.

There is no such thing as a banquet that lasts forever.

"Your Highness the Prince."

Cole rode a white horse and nodded perfunctorily as a salute.

Aemon simply ignored it and returned to the Valley Knights' formation.

"Soldiers, go!"

Cole shouted, and the princess ceremony started again.

The cold wind blew all night and I didn't wait for the princess to return to the room.

I have mixed feelings in my heart, and ultimately it comes down to unfair fate.

I hope the king will not find out and get angry and chop off his head and stick it on a spear.

At least in his eyes, this kind of behavior should not be done before marriage.

The seven gods will watch over the world from heaven.

Cole's heart was heavy, but no one paid him any attention.

The curtains of the lacquered White Wheel Palace were opened, and Rhaenyra looked back.

The silver-haired figure rode a white deer and led the valley knights to stay in place.

Rhaenyra pursed her lips and smiled, her mood like a blooming flower.

After a while, the princess's guard of honor really walked away.

Aemon was very calm, pulled the reins in his hands, and signaled the white deer to turn around.

Boom!

The Knights of the Valley galloped like the wind, crossing the valley road paved with triple soil and returning across Raven Ridge.

…

Time flies, and time flies by.

Mid-October.

The sun is as hot as fire, and the climate in the valley is sultry.

Ding dong! Ding dong!

The crisp sound of gold and iron clashing can be heard endlessly, and the collision creates fierce sparks.

Aemon was wearing only a vest, and the hammer was in his hand.

boom!

The coals of the furnace swelled and engulfed a piece of bronze plate armor.

Aemon's eyes were serious, beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and he paid attention to the slightest difference in the weight falling.

It had been two months since Rhaenyra had left.

River Valley Town has entered a stage of rapid development. As a prince, he has nothing to do and concentrates on studying forging technology.

A cup of tea.

The front chest of the bronze plate armor is forged, and runes are engraved on both sides of the surface, embellished with monotonous plain colors.

"Phew, it's finally okay."

Aemon took a breath and looked at the work with satisfaction.

Compared with the mithril sword "Light of the Kingdom", the quality is naturally much inferior.

But in terms of forging technology alone, it is at least two floors higher.

Bang bang bang!

There was a burst of applause, and someone brought a cup of herbal tea: "Congratulations, you have forged another proud work."

Zhan Sifu smiled and praised without reservation.

"Thanks."

Eamonn happened to be thirsty, so he took the herbal tea and drank it.

"You're welcome."

Zhan Sifu stood aside, not caring whether the other party thanked him for the compliment or the herbal tea.

Rhaenyra has been the happiest person since she left Riverdale.

With the princess of a country in front, how can a girl from the valley be competitive?

Now the people are gone.

Only then did she have a chance to perform.

Bang!

Aemon frowned and suddenly hammered the breastplate of the cooled bronze plate.

He was so powerful that he made a dent.

Zhan Sifu was startled, like a frightened rabbit.

"Still not qualified."

Aemon shook his head and threw away the hammer.

He had tested it privately, and the panel exchange [Bronze Shield] had good defense, and it was difficult for ordinary swords to hurt it.

Imitation of the ancient runes on the [Bronze Shield] became a feasible way.

Unfortunately, ordinary bronze objects engraved with the same ancient runes had no effect at all.

Wiped the sweat off his forehead and was about to leave.

"Your Highness, Sir Ryan's raven sent a message."

Steve hurried over, looking anxious.

"What happened?"

Imon took the letter and guessed what big thing it could be.

A few lines of small words caught his eye.

Pirates from the Three Women's Kingdom were in turmoil, and merchant ships in the Straits were attacked.

Seagull Town was closed urgently, and construction materials were stuck at the port.