Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord

The next day.

In the early morning, the weather was slightly cool in early spring.

A white wheelhouse was driving on the compacted dirt road, with the Kingsguard on white horses in front leading the way, and the royal guards following behind.

A cloud of dust rose on the long road.

"Ha~, I'm so sleepy."

Aemon rested his head on a pair of soft and elastic long legs, rubbing his big eyes with dark circles under his small hands.

Alisson lowered her head, stretched out her hand to pinch his chubby face, and laughed: "If you don't have your precious mat, how can you still have insomnia?"

In the spacious carriage, Aemon was leaning on the queen's long legs.

In addition, there were many people around.

Viserys sat in the inner seat, with joy on his face for the family trip.

Alisson and Aemon sat next to each other on the long board on the left, and the former was squeezed by the fat maid holding little Aegon.

On the opposite side, Rhaenyra was naturally indispensable.

The silver-haired girl was very silent, and she had been burying her head in her chest since entering the wheelhouse.

The remaining two nurses who were good at observing people's expressions kept quiet.

Viserys was in a very good mood and interrupted with a joke: "Aemon broke into the dragon's lair yesterday, maybe he was exhausted."

"Hehe."

Alicent smiled and continued to knead her fair face.

Aemon didn't care. He lay on his side, his little head pressed against the silk skirt and picked a comfortable position.

It's hard to believe that he really dreamed last night.

He hugged four dragon eggs like that, and fell asleep with Ula grass pillows and mats full of longing.

Then he dreamed of a vast forest.

He was under a big tree, waving a pickaxe to dig the soil and dug out a lot of gold.

In the end, there was so much gold that he couldn't take it, so he could only pick up the important ones and take away a crown.

"Could it be that I can still be king?"

Aemon sniffed the faint fragrance beside him and pondered secretly.

But he didn't have this intention!

The Iron Throne is indeed authoritative, but few people who sit on it have a good ending.

He has the Runestone City in the Vale behind him and carries the blood of the Targaryen Dragon King.

Wouldn't it be better to take action at the right time to resolve the "Dance of the Blood Dragons" and lie down in the Runestone City to be a free prince?

The prince does not have to participate in politics and does not have to work from nine to five.

It is much easier than the king who spends a lot of time managing state affairs and scheming to maintain power.

Aemon was confused and chose to touch Alison's long legs.

"Aemon!"

Alison laughed dumbly and pinched his face hard.

Aemon smiled shyly.

I don't know what happened, Alison suddenly indulged him and held him by her side and didn't let go.

The wheels rolled over the potholes and the road was bumpy.

Aemon couldn't sleep, and noticed the unhappy girl, so he took the initiative to talk to her: "Rhaenyra, why didn't you come on a dragon?"

Hearing this, Rhaenyra looked up and glanced at her, quite coldly: "Someone doesn't want to see me riding a dragon."

It was quite obscure, but Aemon still understood.

Climbing up from his long legs, he saw that his uncle Viserys' smile suddenly became unnatural.

Aemon retracted his gaze and pretended to be stupid.

Rhaenyra was very bold and rolled her eyes directly at her old father.

Is it for her good to prohibit her from riding a dragon, or is it because she is afraid that she will get out of control?

Who knows.

…

Near noon, the team entered the camp.

Crack!

The white wheel stopped, and everyone got off one by one.

The camp had long been filled with nobles from all over the country, and they immediately cheered and applauded when they saw the king's family.

Especially the nobles of Oldtown, who shouted "Long live Aegon baby".

"So blatant?"

Aemon was surprised and looked back at the carriage.

Rhaenyra still hung her head, as if escaping and not getting up to follow.

"Aemon, don't fall behind."

Alyson called from the front, and the people were surrounded by nobles.

"Okay!"

Aemon replied, climbed back to the carriage clumsily, and dragged her out of the car.

Rhaenyra was shocked: "Aemon, what are you doing?"

How can you force a cow to drink water.

Aemon frowned and said righteously: "What are you afraid of? Let them shout. We can't be cowards!"

In fact, it doesn't matter if they shout.

This royal forest hunting was originally based on Aegon's naming day, and the protagonist is the little thing on his birthday.

It's reasonable for the other family members to shout a few words "Long live the baby".

"I feel a little uncomfortable." Rhaenyra was worried.

"No!"

Aemon was very strong, with a serious face: "It's better to lose the battle than the battle. There are still many nobles outside who support you."

Since Aegon was born, the court has had the embryonic form of the black and green parties.

But now they are called the Princess Party and the Queen Party/Oldtown.

The Royal Forest Hunting strengthens the momentum of the Oldtown faction. If Rhaenyra, the spiritual pillar of the Princess Party, backs off, who will follow her in the future?

"Aemon..."

Rhaenyra scanned the noble circle and struggled internally.

Aemon ignored her and urged: "Let's go. Be energetic and don't lose face."

Although he has a good relationship with Alicent, he can only say sorry silently.

He is a Targaryen for one day and a Targaryen for the rest of his life.

Throughout the history of "A Dance with the Dragons", there is no good thing in the Oldtown faction.

If Aegon was the same age as him, even if he was a good-for-nothing who liked to play around, he would help for Alicent's sake.

But Aegon was too young.

Helping Alicent would mean helping the Oldtown faction fight for power and usurp the power of the Targaryen family.

In comparison,

In the original novel, Rhaenyra was stupid and bad, and lost miserably in the end.

But now she is just a brain-dead girl, who is confused and helpless to resist pressure every day.

If she is fooled a few times and given psychological counseling, she will always have a promising future.

After a lot of hard pulling, Rhaenyra accepted her fate.

…

The two of them held their heads high and walked through the large camp where the nobles gathered.

Along the way, they were bound to attract bees and butterflies.

A pair of handsome Targaryen siblings with silver hair and purple eyes are the most dazzling existence wherever they go, attracting people's attention.

Rhaenyra is a princess and is used to this.

On the contrary, the little Aemon, who just said "Be energetic and don't lose face", was teased by a lot of noble ladies and women and blushed.

"How embarrassing!"

Aemon collapsed secretly, but his appearance was still as strong as a pine tree.

Soon, they arrived at the largest and most luxurious king's tent.

Two three-headed red dragon flags fluttered in the wind, and many nobles bowed their heads to show respect, and walked into the tent in groups of two or three.

"Go ahead!"

Aemon patted his hot face and regained his confidence.

The tent was very gorgeous, with gauze curtains fluttering and solid wood tables and chairs placed everywhere.

"Aemon, here."

Alison sat in a circle of noble ladies and patted the spacious chair where she sat alone.

Aemon looked serious and reminded again: "Remember, show the momentum of a dragon rider."

"Okay, you have said it many times."

Rhaenyra's eyes were full of helplessness, and the depression in her heart seemed to be relieved.

Aemon nodded with satisfaction, let go of her hand, and walked towards the small circle.

"You are late."

Alison smiled indifferently, reached out to hug Aemon and put him beside her and sat down.

Legs were close to each other, and the spacious chair was still very spacious.

Aemon: ...

Alison ignored Rhaenyra who was traveling with her, and introduced these noble ladies who complimented her to Aemon.

As early as when the siblings entered the tent, she saw them holding hands.

She couldn't help but feel sour.