Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord

Maybe the child who cried before was me.

Eamonn moved closer to get a better look at the swaddled baby.

"Give Helena to me. Her brother should see it."

Alison looked helpless as she took the swaddle from the maid and handed it out again.

Before Aemon was ready, the baby was already in his arms.

"How can I hold her?" Aemon's body stiffened, fearing that it would hit the ground.

Allison boldly let go and chuckled: "Just hold your butt, don't be nervous."

"oh oh."

Aemon's brain performed single-core processing, and he adjusted his posture gently.

Not to mention, the little thing is quite soft.

"Yeah~~"

The little baby girl rolled around in her arms, her head with fine silver-gold hair swaying from side to side, and then smacked into Aemon's shoulder.

It was uncomfortable to have her hands and feet restrained in the swaddling clothes, and her body twisted like a pupa like crazy.

"She seems to be biting me." Eamonn turned his head to one side in confusion.

My neck felt cold, as if it was stained with saliva.

Alison covered her mouth and snickered, hugged her daughter's fat waist, and said teasingly: "Helena likes her brother very much. You won't even cry when you see her."

Aemon's face darkened: "That's because she was biting me."

"Yeah~~"

Little Helena was not happy anymore, and her tender hands freed herself from the loose swaddling clothes, and held Eamonn's face, intending to bite her even more.

The corner of Aemon's mouth twitched, and he could only hide if he couldn't afford to offend him.

The little thing in my arms is not big, but my hands are really strong, and my face hurts.

"It would be a shame not to weed." Aemon muttered secretly.

Boom!

The old man and the young man got along just fine, but there was a sudden knock on the door.

A bloated, bald old man wearing linen academic robes stood in front of the door and said slowly and logically: "Your Majesty, Prince Aegon is crying incessantly. Please go and take care of him for a while."

Allison frowned when she heard this and said hesitantly: "Grand Bachelor, where is the maid you are taking care of?"

"They tried it and it didn't work."

Archmaester Melos answered innocently.

Having said that, I must go and check it out.

Alison stood up and straightened her skirt, cast an apologetic look at Eamonn, who had reunited after a long separation, and smiled helplessly: "You stay with Helena first, I'll be back soon."

"It's okay, this is what children do when they cry."

Aemon waved his hand, and Helena in his arms jumped up, almost giving him a headbutt.

"Get some pastries and tea and take care of them."

Alison handed over to the maid and went out to comfort another child.

Archmaester Melos did not follow immediately, but took a deep look at Aemon.

He was looking at Aemon, and Eamonn was looking at him.

"The king is very busy?" Aemon asked first, showing a harmless smile.

Archmaester Melos nodded kindly: "Yes, Your Majesty has many things to do."

After saying that, he turned around and left, not giving the little prince any more chance to communicate.

Aemon frowned.

Doesn't it mean that the king is holding a royal council, and the bachelor should be present?

"There's something weird." Aemon muttered, not wasting his mind on it.

Although he was not involved in politics, he also knew that the Grand Bachelor was recommended by Xuecheng and naturally sided with Old Town Hightower.

Alison has a transcendent status in the Hightower family, so there will be no problem.

There is a real problem, and someone is thinking about him.

"Tsk tsk, let's agree first, don't bite me!"

Eamonn held the overly lively Helena in one hand and enjoyed the afternoon tea brought by the maid.

"Yeah~~"

Helena's pink face turned red from suppressing her emotions, and she gritted her baby teeth and groaned.

Aemon waved his hand and slapped his little butt, and his face changed at the speed of light: "Be honest, your mother is not here, and you still dare to bare your teeth with me."

The round face pretends to be serious, and he is really a bit majestic.

Helena pursed her lips in grievance, as if knowing that the other party would not be polite, she kept her head silent and remained silent.

He is a small boy with a very good ability to observe words and colors.

It's as high as one or two stories.

Aemon nodded with satisfaction: "That's so good."

It felt so good to be in his arms, not crying at all.

I don’t know how Alison coaxed the child. She must have been too sensible in the past, and she had the illusion that all the children she gave birth to were the same.

No wonder there were several more in a row later.

…

Time passed by and it was getting dark.

Eamonn sat on the carpet, his little head dozing off little by little, with his smaller sleeping baby in his arms.

Next to him lay an exquisite tea tray, with only the remains and empty cups on it.

Suddenly, Aemon shivered and woke up sleepily: "Aren't you back yet?"

Small head, big doubts.

Why was Allison there? Did Aegon cry to death on the way?

"No, I have to move around."

Eamonn thought that this was not the way to go, so he put Helena, who was sleeping soundly, back into the cradle.

The little thing is very aware of current affairs, but has a bad temper.

I felt angry when I woke up, and after going to bed I frowned, with pitiful tear stains remaining in the corners of my eyes.

"I'm leaving."

Aemon spoke to the maid, rubbed his eyes and went out.

The corridor was empty, and servants lit candlesticks for illumination.

Aemon tightened his clothes and muttered: "The spring in King's Landing is still very cold, and the cool breeze is biting."

Looking at the sky outside, the sun has already set.

"We can't delay it, now."

Aemon's eyes sparkled with wisdom, and he rubbed his little hands in anticipation.

After all, there are a few good things in Runestone City, and no more magic items can be found.

Then, the road to his rise should start from King's Landing.

After clearing his mind, Aemon confirmed the direction and set off immediately.

The first stop was to head straight to the King's bedroom.

The silver-haired little figure slid quickly, passing through the sight of maids and servants.

Bang!

At the door of the King's bedroom, Aemon kicked the door open.

"Prince, you..."

A servant passing by saw this scene and was scared to death.

Aemon turned back and made a "hush" gesture, and said calmly: "Don't panic, just complain."

The King's bedroom, he moved in three years earlier than his uncle Viserys.

Pushing the door open, he was familiar with the way.

The servants were sweating and couldn't bear to look.

Aemon was not panicked at all, and the door was not closed, but opened generously.

Uncle Viserys was a relatively tolerant king. In his impression, he always had a kind smile on his face, even a bit of flattery.

He was reluctant to punish his own brother Daemon for making mistakes, so how could he punish his own brother's child?

"Just do it and it's done."

Aemon secretly praised himself for being a child, and fumbled with the indoor furniture one by one.

As expected, they were all ordinary stuff.

Aemon had expected it, and stared at the black sheathed long sword hanging on the wall above the fireplace with a gleam in his eyes.

The long sword was straight and sharp, and the blade and the sword guard combined like a cross. The end of the hilt was engraved with a seven-pointed star symbolizing the seven gods.

"The family sword Blackfire, the sword of my great-grandfather when he was young."

Aemon moved a chair and stood on it, taking off the Valyrian steel family sword that had been passed down from generation to generation in the Targaryen family.

As soon as his hand touched it, a panel prompt sound came to his ear.

"Discover a weapon containing magic, and obtain magic essence +10."

"Really, I knew it."

Aemon smiled slightly, stroking the family sword with nostalgia.

When my great-grandfather was alive, he used it to tease me a lot.

Touching the end of the hilt, Aemon pouted and complained: "Uncle is really a jerk. In order to cater to Oldtown and the Church of the Seven, he replaced all the rubies with seven-pointed stars."

It doesn't conform to the aesthetics of Targaryen at all.

Under the condition of not setting the wrong time, Zhou Zhou's update is still very stable.

8:00 am and 16:00 pm.

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No moth~