Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord

Chapter 25 Laena Velaryon

After the introductions, the atmosphere calmed down a bit.

The ladies chatted with each other, discussing all kinds of gossip.

Only Rhaenyra was forgotten, standing awkwardly aside, unable to get a word in.

Aemon glanced at the family emblems on the ladies' clothes, all of which were from the Oldtown or the Reach.

An old woman from the Redwyne family spoke the most, opening the topic: "I heard that when Lord Sven's ship passed through the Stepstones, Miss Joanna was kidnapped."

Alison was surprised and asked, "What will happen to Miss Joanna?"

That's a noble lady, even if she is rescued, she will be humiliated.

The old woman held a pug and said lightly: "She will be sold to a brothel in the Free Cities, if you believe these rumors."

The ladies were silent for a moment, and they all understood that this was true.

Aemon was bored and uninterested.

"Excuse me."

At this moment, an interesting person came, dragging a strange bent foot.

Laris leaned on a cane and said in a low-key manner: "Ladies, I'm afraid the gods have not given me a good body for hunting. Can I sit with you?"

"Of course, sit together."

Alison kindly took him in and introduced him: "Laris Strong, the youngest son of Lord Leonor, the Minister of Justice."

She was still very gentle at this time, and even the identity of the second son was included in the term "youngest son".

Laris nodded in thanks and sat down humbly.

He was born with a bad appearance, but he was dressed very formally, and he would not offend people if he acted as a transparent person.

Imon stared at him for a few times to satisfy his curiosity.

This guy is a ruthless person with a vicious heart. It's better to find an opportunity to secretly kill him~

Laris felt a chill on his back, and his already thin body shrank, and he glanced at the people present in doubt.

Imon would certainly not be discovered by him.

"My husband said that no one can tame the Stone Steps for a long time..."

A bloated lady spoke again, but was interrupted by a noisy sound.

Everyone turned their heads to look, and saw a head of long silver-gold hair passing by the door of the tent.

"Huh?" Aemon sat up straight.

Then, surrounded by a group of noble youths, the second girl with silver hair and purple eyes walked into the tent.

"Laenaer!"

Rhaenyra's eyes lit up, and she went to meet him as if she had found a confidant.

Aemon was confused, staring at the charming girl.

Her silver-gold wavy hair was waist-length, her skin was smooth and white, and her tall figure outlined attractive curves.

At first glance, she was only a few years older than Rhaenyra.

Her gestures were dignified and generous, and she had the charm of a mature woman.

Aemon was surprised and said, "Shouldn't the people of the Velaryon family be on Tidehead Island?"

Laenaer Velaryon, the eldest daughter of the sea serpent Corliss and the uncrowned queen Rhaenys, and a dragon rider of Targaryen blood.

She tamed the oldest and largest ancient dragon "Vhagar" in the world when she was less than 12 years old.

Five years have passed since we last met, and she has become a mature female rider.

"Rhaenyra, long time no see."

Laena is generous, holding the hand of her old friend and walking towards this side together.

"Why are you here, hunting?"

Rhaenyra was really puzzled.

The figures of the two immediately attracted countless eyes.

Including King Viserys, who was sitting on the main seat, looking at Raena in doubt, and even ignored the words of the ministers beside him.

But after all, he was the king of a country, and he quickly regained his composure.

At the same time, Raena finally sat down.

Seeing Raena visit, a noble lady consciously gave up her seat to the two daughters of noble Valyria.

"Don't worry about me, I came late by boat."

Raena's eyes were soft, and her voice was magnetic, indicating that everyone should chat.

The noble ladies looked at each other and gradually heated up the place.

It's true that Raena's identity is special.

The kingdom is at war with the Stepstones, and the main warring factions are the sea snakes Corliss and Daemon.

Her appearance at the Royal Forest Hunt is related to the attitude of the royal family and the Velaryon family towards each other.

As soon as he opened his mouth, the topic turned to the Stepstones.

Aemon poked his head out and looked at Lanaar sitting opposite.

Hearing her come by boat, she didn't ride a dragon.

"Hello, Aemon."

Laenaar smiled and waved at him, like a big sister next door.

Aemon smiled embarrassedly and quickly retracted his head.

This person is really powerful, don't mess with him.

Fortunately, his name was given by his great-grandfather Jaehaerys to commemorate the heir "Aemon" who died accidentally.

In my impression, the people of Tidehead Island are quite friendly to him.

While saying hello, the topic gradually became outrageous.

An old lady near Alisson changed the subject and began to provoke: "What do you think of the Stepstones, Princess?"

Rhaenyra was stunned when she heard this, and replied kindly: "Oh, I don't know either. I haven't been to the Stepstones."

She naively thought this was just an ordinary chat.

The old lady held the wine glass and spoke sharply: "Your dear uncle is the mastermind behind this war, isn't he?"

Aemon's face changed slightly, staring at Alisson who was watching the show.

If you want to make trouble for Rhaenyra, then make trouble. Why bring it up to his father?

And say it in front of him.

Rhaenyra sensed that the atmosphere was wrong and evaded: "I don't know. I haven't spoken to Daemon for several years."

Daemon was fighting outside and ignored even his own son.

The old lady was still unwilling to let go, and continued to make things difficult for him: "Since you replaced him as the crown prince, right?"

No longer covering up, she took the opportunity to question Rhaenyra's status as the heir.

Alison felt a little overwhelmed, and smiled to smooth things over: "It's Daemon's fault..."

As soon as she opened her mouth, a glass flew past her.

Bang! !

The glass fell directly at the old woman's feet and instantly shattered into powder-like residue.

The old woman was shocked and jumped off the chair with a scream.

"Old woman, you are so talkative!"

Aemon cursed, grabbed a wine glass and threw it again.

"Aemon!"

Alison was stunned, and when she came to her senses, the boy next to her had already rushed out.

With a snap.

The wine glass hit the back of the chair by a hair's breadth, and the red wine mixed with glass shards splashed all over the old woman.

Aemon's face was gloomy, not at all indulgent: "Old thing, you like to gossip behind your back so much, how many soldiers do you have!?"

The old woman was wet all over, and her wrinkled face was scratched by glass. She screamed in fear: "What are you doing, this is the king's tent."

Who dares to make trouble here?

Aemon dares.

He picked up a wine bottle and smashed it, charging like a small firecracker: "My father provoked you, you have the right to talk nonsense!"

It's okay to suppress Rhaenyra, and it's okay to scold him for being irresponsible.

But in front of him, he set a trap for Rhaenyra on the grounds that his father was fighting.

If you can't bear it, just hit her.

"Aemon, stop it!"

Alison was completely dumbfounded and stretched out her hand to stop it.

Unfortunately, she couldn't stop it at all.

Aemon was very strong, the broken mouth of the wine bottle was sharp, and the wine and glass shards splashed everywhere.

The posture of the human-shaped little Tyrannosaurus, no one dared to stop him within three feet.

In just a few seconds, chaos and screams broke out.

Imon half-closed his eyes, threw a half-broken bottle at the old lady's forehead, and cursed: "You have a brain disease, open it and treat it."

"Bang", it hit the bull's eye.

In an instant, blood flowed and the screams became louder.