Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord

Chapter 49: Sneaking out

At night.

The Red Keep, the King's bedroom.

Creak!

The door was pushed open from the inside.

Aemon came out, holding a dragon-shaped stone sculpture in his hand.

Just now, Uncle Viserys found him and they chatted for a while.

Aemon looked at the stone sculpture with a complicated expression: "It's difficult."

After a round of greetings, the other party went straight to the point.

Dad Daemon proclaimed himself the King of the Sea, which had a bad impact on the reputation of the royal family.

He was also a master who had no scruples.

He flew back to King's Landing on the dragon, and now he is happy in Silk Street.

He didn't come to the Red Keep, and didn't see his brother.

"How can I ease the relationship?"

Aemon sighed softly, feeling a lot of pressure.

Facing the attack of the sea snake Corliss, Uncle Viserys instinctively looked for help.

Dad Daemon was the best candidate.

Dad Daemon was in trouble in the Stepstones before, so he decided to send troops to help and repair the relationship between brothers.

Unexpectedly, Dad Daemon regarded it as an insult.

Beat up the messenger who delivered the letter, and killed the crab feeder single-handedly.

I don't accept this brotherhood.

"The two brothers are more unreliable than each other."

Imon shook his head and returned to his room.

Persuasion is necessary, but it cannot be used as a gun.

It is hard to say that the sea snake Corliss's actions did not have the tacit approval of his father Daemon behind the scenes.

After all, the royal family encountered difficulties, and someone would remember his kindness.

...

Imon returned to the room.

After a simple wash, he lay on the soft couch with a Ula grass pillow.

Thinking about all kinds of troubles, he gradually fell asleep.

His consciousness was confused and entered another world.

The sky was dark and gloomy, and the wind was blowing hard.

Imon stood on a mountain, surrounded by withered green plants, and the temperature was so hot that it made people feel stuffy.

Pitter-patter...

Suddenly, a drizzle fell from the sky.

Imon looked around blankly, and the raindrops fell on his face, which was very cool.

Crack!

A flash of light cut through the sky, illuminating the dark rain curtain.

Imon was stunned.

At this moment, the drizzle turned into a heavy rain, and the water mist stirred up on the ground.

Imon shuddered, and his whole body was cold.

I had to find a place to hide quickly.

With this thought, he instinctively walked into the smoking cave halfway up the mountain.

The ground was full of gravel, and there was a faint sound from the depths of the cave.

It sounded like a chisel opening the mountain, and like a blacksmith's hammer hitting an anvil.

"What is this place?"

Imon's eyes were blank, and he walked in as if he was possessed by a ghost.

Ten meters, twenty meters...

Until the deepest point, the deep red firelight reflected the stone wall.

It was a natural furnace.

It was embedded deep in the mountain, covered with bronze scales, and the golden copper water was quenched inside.

"Roar!!"

Suddenly, the stone wall shattered inch by inch, and the copper water poured out all at once.

Aemon was stunned and turned to run away.

However, his feet seemed to be filled with lead and he could not run fast.

When he turned around, he watched the rolling copper water creating waves.

He was like a small wooden boat in the sea, and was instantly knocked to the ground by the waves.

The last moment.

Aemon's desire to survive was bursting, and he stubbornly stretched out a hand, trying to grab a life-saving straw.

The copper water formed a vortex, and the infinite suction force completely swallowed him.

Outside, the heavy rain continued.

…

In the room.

Aemon was still sleeping, sweating on his forehead, and shaking his head nervously.

Dreams affect reality.

Dongdong!

The door suddenly knocked,

"Who!?"

Hearing the sound, Aemon woke up suddenly and rolled over to get up.

It was too scary.

Damn dream, not giving any chance to resist.

"It's me, Rhaenyra."

The door was gently pushed open, and a silver-haired head poked in, answering softly.

"Rhaenyra?"

Aemon gasped and gradually got rid of the suffocation in his dream.

"Did you have a nightmare?"

Seeing him wet, Rhaenyra looked surprised and walked into the room with concern.

In the two nights of sleeping on the street, this situation had never happened before.

Aemon regained consciousness and wiped the sweat from his forehead, only to find that his whole body was wet.

An eight-year-old body is still a child's, and it is easy to sweat when sleeping at night.

Often sticky all over.

Patting his pale face, Aemon asked suspiciously: "It's so late, why are you in my room?"

Making a night raid?

He is only eight years old, enough to be sentenced to death with a reprieve.

Rhaenyra was obviously stunned by the question, and hesitated: "I want to come to you to do something."

It must not be a good thing.

She was wearing a home-style beige skirt, with her white hands behind her back, and she kept clicking to cover up her nervousness.

Aemon paid attention to details, saw everything, and silently tightened his little quilt.

"It's not what you think."

Rhaenyra hurriedly corrected her mistake and explained: "I'm going to find Daemon. You are his son. Let's go together."

"What's not what you think?"

Aemon found the blind spot.

"Aemon!"

Rhaenyra was angry.

"Okay, let's go find Daemon."

Aemon got up quickly and couldn't help but curious: "But why go find him, it's late at night?"

"Father misses Daemon very much, I hope they can get back together."

Rhaenyra told the truth.

Of course, she had her own little plan.

Uncle Daemon treated her well since she was a child, and would bring her gifts from foreign countries wherever he went.

I haven't seen him for many years, and I miss the past.

"Tsk tsk."

Aemon's eyes were strange, and he didn't believe it from the bottom of his heart.

I'm afraid the girl is not stupid and wants to be a monster.

Rhaenyra was very active. She found two packages from behind the door and said to each of them: "I asked, Damon is on Silk Street. Let's put on our luggage and sneak out."

Bang!

As soon as the door was closed, he untied the tie at the back, took off his skirt and changed it.

"no……"

Aemon's face turned red and he turned away.

Take it off as soon as you say it, you don't treat him like an outsider.

Fortunately, I turned my head so quickly that I didn't see anything soft and white, and half of it was curved.

After a few minutes.

The two of them carefully changed their clothes, opened the door and walked out.

"Princess."

Cole dressed as a farmer and nodded respectfully.

Aemon looked at him and curled his lips.

There's not much to say, everyone is wearing similar clothes and we just treat each other as if we're in trouble together.

Cole quietly glanced at His Royal Highness, and saw that he did not cause trouble for him, and his handsome face breathed a sigh of relief.

I murmured in my heart that the royal family members are all willful troublemakers.

"Let's go."

Rhaenyra couldn't wait any longer, and she weaved downstairs.

It's useless, there's no way to avoid the guards.

Cole also had to reveal his identity as a white knight, pretending to take two horse feeders with him, and sneak out of the Red Castle openly.

Imon was confused: "Isn't this exposed?"

His opinion didn't matter. The three of them got into a simple carriage and left the Red Fort far away.

…

Midnight, Silk Street.

The three of them parked the carriage and walked quietly into the crowd.

It has to be said that Silk Street is indeed the busiest street in King's Landing.

Especially at night, the excitement is beyond imagination.

The streets are full of vendors, big and small, and there are endless sideshows, circuses, and fireworks performances, and men and women of all classes mix among them.

"Look, there's a magic show."

Rhaenyra was so excited that she pulled Aemon and shook her hard.

Tonight was her first time sneaking out. Everything she saw was new and full of seductive energy.

"Shh, keep your voice down."

Eamonn had a black line on his head and held his patched hat steady.

Both of them wore hats and tied up their conspicuous long silver-blond hair, otherwise there would be big trouble.

"Hey, I saw that brothel."

Rhaenyra's eyes suddenly lit up and she rushed out like a wild horse.

Aemon was stunned, thinking he heard wrongly.

Just two steps after catching up, a ridiculous sound sounded in my ears.

Turned his head.

In the narrow alley, a man and a woman were naked and sweating.