Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord

evening.

Eamonn leaned on the railing and stood on the balcony to enjoy the breeze.

There were footsteps behind me, and a graceful figure approached.

"Seagull Town is closed. Velaryon's cargo ship is willing to help you."

Lanner spoke softly.

Aemon didn't even think about refusing: "Velaryon's cargo ship can pass through the strait, but it can't be delivered to Riverdale Town."

There was a very unproductive conversation over dinner.

Earl Bajin was afraid that pirates from the Three Women's Kingdom would intercept the ship and insisted on sealing the port of Seagull Town.

Without a port landing, transportation of construction materials became a problem.

"He wants to form an alliance with you and use your dragons to protect Seagull Town."

Lanner revealed the truth in one sentence.

Among the five major ports in Westeros, their military strength is weaker than the last.

The Grafson family has owned Seagull Town for thousands of years, and has long been accustomed to using wealth to impress people and relying on marriage to consolidate its status.

Seagull Town and Runestone City live next to each other.

By winning over the dragon-owning Prince Targaryen, the family's power will soar.

"What can he give me, open the port?"

Aemon couldn't help but ridicule, and then said: "Why don't you tell me the plans of the Velaryon family and let me know what the Lord Sea Serpent has planned."

Lanner shrugged and did not hide anything: "Father told me to ally with the Grafson and Setiga families to form a maritime alliance and prepare for battle."

"Then you just wanted to pull me on board."

Eamonn's angle was tricky and he discovered the loophole.

The Three Women's Kingdom was severely damaged last time by the Sea Serpent and Dad Damon. In recent years, it has been undergoing cultivation and internal fighting.

Dad Daemon left the Stepstones, giving them a chance to make a comeback.

The Velaryon family, which made its fortune entirely from maritime trade, bore the brunt of the impact.

It is not surprising that the sea snake is anxious to prepare for war.

Seeing through her little thoughts, Lannar pursed her lips and smiled, and said calmly: "Then what do you think? The Velaryon family will not treat its allies badly."

"Not much."

Aemon simply refused.

Lanner asked: "Why?"

"Pretending to be confused while pretending to understand."

Aemon laughed helplessly.

Is he allied with House Velaryon?

Not to mention what dad Damon is up to, the uncle will have to go crazy first.

Before the town of Riverdale was established.

His position has always been the link between the royal family and Dad Damon, a buffer between both parties.

Put him as a bond on Chaotou Island and start the "Dance of the Blood Dragon" in advance?

"We still need to build cities and towns quickly and truly come to the table of power."

Aemon cursed secretly.

He doesn't want to be anyone's vassal, and it is best to act as a third-party force outside of Black, Green and Tanva.

You can advance, attack, retreat or defend, and you will naturally be in an invincible position.

"But you need a port, otherwise you can't transport goods."

Lanner came closer, and a faint fragrance wafted over.

Aemon pondered for a moment: "Iron Oak City has a dock, and the long lake is connected to the strait. It can be transported in small quantities by small boats."

The situation is not good, so this is the last resort.

The Velaryon family has formed an alliance with the Celtigar and Grafson families, and is bound to form a maritime coalition to fight against the pirates of the Three Women Kingdom.

He can't get in, so he has to find his own way out.

"I heard that Lord Waynwood of Iron Oak City is..."

Lanner hesitated to speak, her subtle expression already expressed her meaning.

"Give it a try."

Aemon just took the opportunity to test the minds of the nobles in the valley.

Which ones are enemies and which ones are friends.

You can't do things behind closed doors.

Lannar nodded lightly, without delving into the details, and said with a smile: "I heard that Rhaenyra visited the valley, or was she captured by the king?"

The topic changed naturally, like the sister next door who loves to gossip.

Aemon frowned and said displeasedly: "You have the nerve to say, one step slowly, the other step slowly."

This bad woman let him go.

"Sorry, I was held back by my family."

Lanner lost her smile and suddenly felt much lonely.

Aemon was stunned when he saw this, and he was confused.

The mood changes so quickly.

Lanner lowered her neck and said sadly: "Everyone can't help themselves, right?"

Aemon cooperated: "Explain."

"About marriage."

Lanner raised her eyes and glanced lightly, saying half and half, deliberately titillating people's appetite.

Unfortunately, Aemon has plenty of patience and means.

"Master Sea Snake wants to divorce and remarry?"

Lanner's expression was stunned, and shock appeared on her beautiful face.

Why don't you play your cards according to the routine?

Aemon took advantage of the victory and held her green little hand, pretending to comfort her: "It doesn't matter, Lord Sea Snake is getting stronger and stronger, and he can still marry a young lady."

Lanner held his hand and said seriously: "Eamonn, if you keep joking, I will be angry."

Her parents are her pride and cannot be slandered.

"You were the one joking with me first."

Aemon tugged on his hand and didn't take it back.

The green-white fingers were cold and delicate, clasping his big hand tightly, as if being pressed by a piece of nephrite.

Lannar once again came closer to a distance, her eyes fixed on the handsome face, and said in High Valyrian: "It's Lannino's marriage. My father and mother are very worried about it."

She was very bold, and the two of them were almost touching each other.

Due to the height difference, their foreheads are touching their chins.

Aemon lowered his head slightly and saw two eyebrows that seemed to be frowning, and a pair of eyes that seemed to be filled with anger and joy.

That charming and sad look seems to be silently expressing injustice.

"This bad woman."

There was a slight ripple in my heart, and my breathing became unnoticeably heavier.

Still planning to attack him.

And it was just a tiny change that broke the delicate atmosphere between the two.

With each breath, a faint fragrance entered the nose.

The chest rose and fell more and more, just colliding with the amazing elasticity of a millimeter.

Aemon's body stiffened and retreated silently.

"Where are you going?"

Lanar was very aggressive and pulled the other's hand back.

Aemon did not retreat but advanced, hitting him hard.

"It's just the two of us, no outsiders."

Lanar's eyes were burning, and he launched a general attack directly.

Born into the adventurous family of Velaryon, she never lacked the courage to give it a try.

How could she let the man she liked go easily?

Now, it's just a ripe fruit.

"Find a warm embrace."

At this point, Aemon had no way to retreat, and his body pressed down from above.

Attack and defense were easy.

Lanar's face flushed, and she secretly clutched the hem of her skirt.

"Why are you blushing?"

Emon wrapped his arm around her slender waist with one hand, teasing.

The soft body in his arms, the soft and elastic big bear pressed against his chest, made him feel happy

Not satisfied yet, he folded his arms and pressed tighter.

Lannar felt that her waist was about to break, and her whole body was pressed against the other person, with a stuffy chest and difficulty breathing.

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"Emon~~"

Hands supported the broad shoulders, raised his head to maintain the last stubbornness.

Emon's right hand was free, and he pressed his hands on the smooth back under the long skirt, and his chin rested on the snow-white and smooth neck.

A tighter fit, a warmer hug.

Lannar patted him with her hand, and gave up after finding it useless.

Helplessly tilted her head and let him press on her body, and the porcelain white lotus arm gently hugged the broad shoulders.

It's logical, it's natural, it's natural...

Behind her, Imon's eyes were bright, and he felt a completely different and novel touch.

To be honest, Lanaer was a beautiful woman full of exotic charm.

Especially her tall figure, no less than 175 cm.

Even if she was wearing white flat shoes, she was taller than many men.

Hidden by the silver-gold wavy hair that fell to her waist, her full and round breasts were an achievement that many women could not achieve.

Rhaenyra was beautiful, but she was ordinary.

Compared with Lanaer, she looked like a child.

"Is it soft?"

Lanar suddenly spoke.

"No, but I like it very much."

Imon turned his head and faced the white swan neck.

Lanar frowned: "Whose soft?"

Imon was ashamed, thinking that the bad woman was really bold.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Lanaer leaned close to his ear: "I know it even if you don't say it, it's Rhaenyra, right?"

As she spoke, her red lips exhaled like orchids, full of temptation.

Aemon's ears were itchy, and he said bluntly: "Yes."

One dared to ask and the other dared to answer.

"Huh?"

Lanaer's eyes were surprised, and she laughed: "Is Rhaenyra stupid? She didn't succeed?"

In today's relatively open era, love between men and women is everywhere.

Her brother Lannino's orientation is different from ordinary people.

Rhaenyra lived in Riverdale for three months, but she only worked and didn't do anything.

Aemon pushed her away and asked suspiciously: "How do you know everything?"

Her movements were quick and without any attachment.

Lanaer adjusted the hem of her skirt and said mysteriously: "I just know it."

Her body was more flexible, and she couldn't stand the rough hug.

How could Rhaenyra, that little carrot bump, bear it.

It was obvious that she had not been trained.

Aemon frowned, feeling offended.

He hated this about Lanaer.

It was as if he could see through everything, as if he was stripped naked in front of her.

"I apologize to you, Eamon."

Lanaer regained her composure and took the other's hands.

"I accept, but I don't forgive."

Eamon didn't know what she was mumbling, pointing fingers from the moral high ground.

He had hugged her and played with her.

The brave ones should enjoy first, tonight is a wonderful night.

The scumbag nature that has been passed down from generation to generation is fully revealed.

Lanaer hesitated for a moment, unable to keep up with Eamon's brain circuit, and opened her mouth slightly.

"Talk less, do more."

Eamon lowered his head and went straight up.

"Woo woo~~"

Lanaer's eyes widened, and the sound was blocked back.

Soon, it was quiet.

Eamon clenched his hands, crossed them behind her back, and only cared about asking for it.

Lanaer's eyes were moist, unable to hide her surprise and helplessness.

Gradually, her eyes closed unconsciously, and she loosened her teeth and gave up resistance.

I'm a little used to this feeling.

Downstairs.

The blonde girl stayed in the bathroom, adjusting the water temperature in front of the bathtub.

When it was hot, she added some cold water.

When it was cold, she added some hot water.

Repeatedly, watching the water overflow.

A quarter of an hour later.

Emon lay on the bed in the bedroom, with the back of his head resting on the white thighs that were faintly visible under his skirt.

"Emon, are you really not considering taking action against the pirates of the Three Women's Kingdom?"

Lannar's eyes were gentle, gently stroking his face.

For the first time in her life, she was too close to the opposite sex, and she felt the excitement of tasting forbidden fruit for the first time.

Although she restrained herself at the critical moment, she had a possessive desire.

She wanted to bind the relationship between the two by increasing the time they spent together.

Emon decisively refused: "No, your father and I don't get along."

"You have very few allies in the valley."

Lannar was clear-headed.

She is a smart woman who knows the importance of weighing the pros and cons.

Aemon opened his eyes, a pair of big bears hanging above his head, and closed his eyes again.

Lanaer is much worse than Rhaenyra.

Stick to the bottom line, show but not eat.

"I think you can go back to sleep."

Aemon was very angry now and didn't want to chat.

Lanaer pursed her lips, rolled up the hair that fell on her chest, and whispered a few words in her ear.

Then, she slowly stretched out a small white hand.

Rhaenyra was a fool, but she was not.