Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord

A stone building brothel.

Aemon and Rhaeny held hands and stopped in front of the door.

"Do you really want to go in?"

Aemon confirmed.

Rhaenyra's eyes were firm as she nodded and said, "It's here."

Eamonn:…

Such a strong reason, it really needs to be dealt with.

Cole looked embarrassed and persuaded: "Princess, this is not the place you should come to."

"Daemon is in there."

Rhaenyra refused to listen.

"Prince Damon is a man, you are different!"

Cole said nervously.

Rhaenyra shook her head: "He is a man, but I am the heir to the Iron Throne, and I am no worse than him."

"But you are a girl, and the king will hang me if he knows."

Cole danced anxiously and kept talking.

Aemon watched silently, feeling a sense of sympathy.

He felt like the other person was about to break.

"Shut up, Cole!"

Rhaenyra scolded and ordered: "If you don't want to accompany me, just stay where you are."

After that, he grabbed Eamon and rushed inside.

Aemon was also shattered.

In the brothel, there is a cave inside.

Passing through the curtained door, the interior is brightly lit and filled with pungent aroma.

There are both men and women, each performing their own duties.

This one has his arms around that one, and that one has his arms around the other one.

The crowd was so dense it was comparable to an unmasked convention.

Aemon held his breath, his eyes were dazzled and his young heart was shocked.

In my two lifetimes, I have never seen such a big scene.

"Don't look."

Rhaenyra blushed and covered his eyes with her hands.

"Close your eyes too."

Aemon's little hands were faster and he covered the other person's face tightly.

The golden hook hanging upside down!

Looked at the long eye of a needle.

The two of them were wearing coarse old clothes, one big and one small covering each other's faces, blocking the doorway to form an unusual scenery.

Some looked and laughed, others whispered.

How can anyone take a child to a brothel? It looks like she is still a girl.

After a while.

Eamonn couldn't stand listening to Mi Mi's voice anymore: "Let go of your hands and let's go upstairs."

Rhaenyra froze.

"Stupid! The person you are looking for is upstairs."

Eamonn pulled away the hand covering his eyes and dragged the other person upstairs.

Rhaenyra's face turned red and her forehead was steaming.

Eamonn held her hand, feeling that his palm was full of sweat, and kept struggling to hold it.

The green-white fingertips exerted force, as if they felt safe.

Second floor, private room.

The two of them found Damon's location without much effort.

It was a room with hollowed-out windows, almost semi-open.

A dozen prostitutes who were too poor to wear clothes were lying in front of the window, watching and laughing at each other.

The two of them arrived just in time, as things were just finishing inside.

The prostitutes dispersed and became quiet for a while.

Boom!

Eamonn didn't want to stay any longer and banged on the door.

I apologized to my father in my heart.

It was indeed outrageous that father and son were in a brothel at the same time.

The scene where the son caught me was the most outrageous.

But he really wanted to get away.

"Enter!"

As soon as he knocked on the door, Damon's voice came from inside.

A little dull and in a bad mood.

Eamonn didn't care, pushed the door open and got in.

Anyone who is interrupted just after finishing work will not be in a good mood.

"Aemon?"

Damon screamed in fright when he saw the little figure pushing the door open.

He was sitting on the balcony enjoying the breeze, with a blanket wrapped around him.

Sit down quickly and cover yourself when you need to.

"Sorry, Dad."

Eamonn apologized and walked to the bed, which smelled of obscenity.

A graceful figure was lying on it, and she was very tired.

Aemon took out two golden dragons from his pocket, threw them in front of the opponent's face, turned his head and said, "Go out for a while."

Damon's brain immediately shut down and he didn't know what was going on.

My son pays me for prostitution?

Xiao died.

The woman took the money and ran out happily, regardless of whether she was sleepy or tired.

Soon, there were only three people left in the room.

"uncle."

Rhaenyra buried her head deep in her head and started to act like a quail from the moment she entered.

Damon glanced at his specially dressed niece and immediately frowned.

Just get one, it's a boy after all.

What's going on, his brother died in that stupid woman's belly?

"What are you two doing here?"

Damon stood up and silently walked to the clothes.

"I have something to discuss with you."

Rhaenyra looked confused and took Aemon's hand behind her.

Not sure yet.

He turned his back to his arms and put his hands on his shoulders.

She already regretted coming here.

The uncle was looking for fun and had no intention of easing the relationship, and his attitude was very cold.

Especially when I saw that sexy bitch who just went out.

Suddenly there was a sense of disillusionment in my heart.

The uncle who used to be tall, handsome, and considerate seemed to be... difficult to judge.

Damon didn't know what his niece was thinking. At this moment, he just wanted the two of them to disappear quickly, and said with a stern face, "You'd better be fine."

His brother must be dead.

He can't even control his 12-year-old daughter, and he even leads his son around blindly.

If I come to a brothel at the age of eight, can I use Doudin?

Eamonn:…

Silence is golden.

Dad said we would meet soon, and indeed soon.

It's just not pleasant.

Rhaenyla was very anxious at the moment and wanted to leave quickly and said her purpose: "Uncle, I would like to ask you to go to Chaohead Island and represent the royal family with us."

"no!"

Damon didn't even think about it and simply refused.

Rhaenyra was anxious: "Why?"

The uncle didn't care about her very much. He loved his father and paid attention to the majesty and dignity of the royal family.

He is like the patron saint of the family.

"No reason."

Daemon put on his clothes and sneered: "Just after your mother died and I was kicked out of King's Landing by your father, we parted ways."

Aemon clicked his tongue, sounding so resentful.

"But after so many years, father no longer blames you. We all miss you."

Rhaenyra couldn't hear it and was still fighting for it.

She had no formal experience with power.

I only saw the conflict between my father and uncle, but I didn't know the source of the conflict.

They don't trust each other and are wary of each other, which is a stumbling block.

Conflicts accumulated step by step to create today's situation.

Daemon picked up his sword, lost interest in the conversation, and went out without looking back: "Whatever you say, Viserys is just a coward. What you saw is just the tip of the iceberg."

Before leaving, he pointed at Eamonn and gave a stern warning: "If I see you in the brothel again, I will break your legs!"

Eamonn nodded.

He was forced to ruin the reunion between father and son, which was not his intention.

Damon's eyes were unkind and he left in a hurry.

Rhaenyra tried to stop him, but was pushed to the side.

"Why?"

The girl held her aching shoulder, her eyes turning red uncontrollably.

I felt extremely wronged.

Aemon remained silent, almost sick of stupidity.

Daemon and Rhaenyra have no conflicts of interest.

But Daemon and his brother Viserys can be said to be incompatible, and neither one obeys the other.

This can be seen from the fact that Daemon did not return to the Red Keep, but spent the night on Silk Street.

It’s not that he has nowhere to go, he simply hates his brother Viserys.

I'm here in King's Landing, but I don't obey your orders.

Your help to me is like useless help. Today's results are all dependent on my own way out.

If the royal family is in trouble, don't even think of asking me for help.

Unless one party bows his head and admits his mistake first.

Aemon sighed and pulled Rhaenyra's little hand: "Let's go."

According to the original trajectory of the world, it is impossible for Damon to give in now.

The Stepstone Islands are barren and still plagued by remaining pirates.

Daemon didn't have an army and couldn't deter him at all.

But he still persisted for several years and maintained a stiff relationship with the royal family.

It wasn't until Rhaenyra came of age to choose a husband that she gave up the title of King of the Straits and ran back to King's Landing to admit her mistake and repair the relationship.

Rhaenyra did not understand the twists and turns, and was immersed in sorrow.

Aemon had a headache, so he let go of her hand and went out first.

It is impossible to coax.

A Targaryen man will never bow to a woman.

Rhaenyra's eyes were filled with tears, and she lowered her head and sobbed slightly.

quite a while.

He looked up and looked around the room, realizing that he was alone.

"Aemon."

Rhaenyra felt chills all over her body and shouted nervously.

Unfortunately, no one responded.

"Eamonn, we should go back."

Rhaenyra was frightened and wanted to run out the door, but there were chaotic men and women outside.

This was not a place she was familiar with at all.

Even trying to get out was difficult.

Rhaenyra bit her lower lip, holding back tears.

Just then.

A silver-haired head poked into the door and shook his head: "This way."

As he spoke, he whistled and turned around coolly.

Can you really leave her here?

If she stays here, the men in the brothel are in danger.

"Wait for me, Aemon."

Rhaenyra cried with joy and hurried to follow.