Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord

The arrival of the dragon immediately alarmed the entire castle.

Servants hid in every direction and soldiers swarmed out.

"Stop, that's Prince Daemon!"

Seeing that the war was going to be chaotic, Sir Steve yelled repeatedly.

Facing the giant dragon, the soldiers were frightened and surrounded them at a distance, not daring to get close.

"What a big dragon, it deserves to be Coraxio."

Aemon only saw the "bloodthirsty giant insect" in his eyes, and his breathing became rapid.

As soon as I heard the name, it matched him very well.

"Hiss!"

Corak Xiu had an unruly temperament and roared at the surrounding soldiers, setting off a second round of scorching wind.

For a moment, the whole place was quiet.

"Quiet, Colachu."

The man on the dragon's back lowered his head and patted the dragon's back gently.

When Aemon looked at him again, he was facing the dazzling sunlight and could not see clearly.

On the other side, the man on the dragon's back slowly walked down.

The soldiers drew their swords one after another, fearing that a giant dragon would appear and go berserk.

Damon didn't have any scruples. He saw a touch of silver-blond hair early and approached with a clear purpose.

"prince!"

Sir Steve was wary and stood in front of the prince.

Even though they are father and son, they have to guard against their responsibilities.

I heard in the early years that Prince Daemon didn't like the son born to his first wife, calling him a dragon's cub that didn't grow up.

Not long after she gave birth, Lady Rhea called her son a bastard's seed.

The matter quickly reached the ears of the old King Jaehaerys, and he took the newly born Prince back to the Red Keep to take care of him and raise him.

Eight years have passed in the blink of an eye. Who knows whether father and son can live in peace.

Damon kept walking, glancing at the white knight half-heartedly, until he reached a point where he couldn't move any further.

He lowered his head and quietly looked at the only silver-haired boy present.

"Jazz, it's okay."

Eamonn was very calm and walked from behind to the front.

Less than two feet apart, the two Targaryens, one large and one small, looked at each other.

Damon has a stern face, a tall and lean figure, and wears hard-faced leather armor, exuding a capable temperament.

The most striking thing is.

He wears a crown of dead wood on his head, and the long shawl hair in his impression has been repaired into short silver-gold lobed hair.

This can't help but make Eamonn doubt the purpose of the other party's trip.

Conscience discovered that there was still his son.

Or, simply come to Runestone City to show off your achievements.

Damon was also looking at the boy in front of him at this time.

He was of a decent height, and his appearance inherited the Targaryen's good looks, and his forehead was still stained with hot sweat from just after training.

What satisfied him most was that the little guy was very courageous and calm throughout the whole process.

After a few seconds.

Aemon hesitated for a moment and then took the initiative to say hello: "Hello, father."

The voice was dry.

No emotion, just politeness.

Daemon smiled faintly, glanced at the unique two-quarter flag among the soldiers on the outside, and spoke in High Valyrian: "It seems you have found a way to get along."

He thought the rumors about King's Landing were false.

What kind of white deer, being named a prince, being loved by others...

Is that still his son?

Oh, it turned out to be because of precocious wisdom.

Aemon raised his eyebrows and spoke in High Valyrian: "You wear a crown."

"You are already a prince, I can't stand still."

Damon had a smile in his eyes and was quite satisfied with his son.

He is fluent in Valyrian.

Not only is it easier to communicate, but it can also enhance feelings.

Aemon opened his mouth, but he had nothing to say.

Could it be that he was granted the title by his uncle himself?

And you are wearing a crown. My dear uncle, your good brother, do you know this?

Damon didn't know his son's Xiao Jiujiu. He looked around at the soldiers on standby and said calmly: "You are the owner of this place and you won't take me as a guest?"

He broke the topic very abruptly.

Eamonn didn't say anything and turned around to lead the way.

There was no expression on his face, and he was secretly relieved in his heart.

Facing daddy Damon, it would be a lie to say that I wasn’t nervous.

Father and son have known each other for eight years, and they can count the number of times they have met.

Before meeting, he imagined various scenarios.

The other party didn't like him and opened his mouth to say some hurtful words.

Either they dislike each other and cause some family disputes.

Fortunately, Damon is a bit like a father and treats him well.

There is no need for the father to say goodbye and the son laughs.

…

In the spacious hall.

"Husband, what wind blows you to the valley?"

Mrs. Leya was sitting on the main seat and asked strangely: "Finally remembered that she still has a family, so she came back to reunite with her family?"

Damon stood in the hall with a cold expression.

Mrs. Leia raised her swan neck proudly and said sarcastically: "Although I don't want to, maybe the goats in the valley can."

"After all, our sheep are more beautiful, so you can choose any of them to be gentle."

These are all insults the other party has said.

As the Royce family motto goes, "We remember."

After Damon listened to everything, his eyes turned elsewhere, and the corner of his mouth curled into a contemptuous arc.

If it weren't for the fact that he wanted to see his son, he would rather sleep with a goat in his arms.

Eamonn was beside him, and he was dumbfounded at the moment.

My mother is very aggressive, which is completely opposite to her usual way of cherishing words like gold.

Yes, Lady Leia is still outputting.

She raised her eyes and glanced at the crown on her husband's head, her eyes becoming more hostile, and mockingly said: "I heard that you won the war, but instead of throwing yourself into the warm embrace of your brother, you chose to stay on the Stone Steps Islands to play house?"

A remote place where birds don't poop.

The other party actually thought that by occupying that place, they could be on an equal footing with the king's brother.

What a big joke.

Damon remained silent and just glanced at his son next to him, his expression unclear.

"What is your purpose in coming to Rune Stone City?"

Mrs. Leia restrained herself slightly and said cautiously: "Do you want to show off your ridiculous crown, or do you want to take away your blood?"

She knew her husband too well.

No reason to set foot in the valley.

I have to say that women’s intuition is very accurate.

Damon raised his head, his eyes completely focused on his son, and said calmly: "You have been well brought up, and you still look like a Targaryen."

"Haha, hearing compliments from your mouth is like a dog changing its habit of eating shit."

Mrs. Leia sneered and spoke in a weird way.

Damon's eyes were contemptuous, and he turned around and walked out: "I will leave my son to you. The valley is more suitable for him."

After that, he greeted Eamonn: "Take me out for a walk. I can't breathe in this castle that smells of sheep dung."

"Damon, he is my son and will never leave you."

Mrs. Leia said excitedly.

Damon turned a deaf ear and strode out the door.

Seeing that his mother did not stop him, Aemon pondered for a moment and followed in the footsteps of his father Damon.

If a couple doesn't get along, it's better to keep their distance.

As soon as he went out, Damon took a deep breath and cursed: "Bitch!"

Eamonn:…

As expected of you, living father!

What a mouthful.

Damon was so depressed that he didn't have a big fight in front of his son.

It's almost red temperature.

…

Outside Runestone City.

Two silver-haired figures, one large and one small, walked together on the leafy grassland.

The father and son were not familiar with each other, so neither said a word.

The further they walked, the more silent they became.

"Hiss... Ga..."

Corakxiu was lying not far away, his slender neck raised high, watching with interest.

Aemon heard the sound and looked over, a flash of envy flashing in his eyes.

Of all the dragons we have ever seen, Coraxio is definitely a giant.

Much larger than Syracuse.

Even compared to the older Menghuo, his body shape is not inferior in any way.

Thanks to its slender and flexible body like a snake, its length is even longer, reaching an astonishing more than sixty meters.

Paired with a pair of wide blood-red wings, it is simply a nightmare for ground enemies.

"You like it?"

Damon suddenly spoke.

Aemon was startled when he heard this and replied: "It is huge and fierce."

"Targaryen men should be exposed to dragons as soon as possible."

Damon nodded slightly and shifted his feet.

Aemon felt happy and followed closely.

"Hiss!"

Corakxiu roared, his huge body shaking slightly.

Damon walked to the ferocious dragon's head and stretched out his hand: "Come on, give me your hand."

Aemon did as he was told.

Damon couldn't help but hold his little hand with red marks from sword practice and put it against the side of the dragon's head covered with scarlet scales.