Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord

late at night.

Three figures slipped back into the Red Keep.

One returned the carriage, and the two ran back to Maegor's Tower together.

In the bedroom.

Aemon took off his patched hat and took a deep breath.

I'm back.

"It's late at night, it's time for you to go back and rest."

Eamonn loosened his collar and wanted to catch up on some sleep.

Unexpectedly, a hug rushed from behind, holding him tightly in his arms.

Aemon was stunned and looked up to see a pretty, reddish face.

Rhaenyra showed her true feelings and whispered: "Aemon, thank you."

"Why are you thanking me?"

Aemon turned his head.

"Nothing, just thank you."

Rhaenyra rested her chin on the other person's shoulder and rubbed her cheek gently.

Aemon groaned and pushed, "Go back to bed quickly."

Don't bother him, it's almost dawn.

"good."

Rhaenyra smiled wryly, unbuttoned the old linen clothes, and replaced her previous beige skirt.

Then, get into bed.

Eamonn:?

"Come on, let's rest."

Rhaenyra only exposed her head and waved cheerfully.

Aemon was speechless.

After confirming that the other person really wants to stay here, change into your pajamas and go to bed decisively.

Damn it, he's only eight years old.

"Hmm, I'll sleep with you in my arms tonight."

Rhaenyra hugged the little guy and smiled in triumph.

I have just experienced so much, and the pictures are so impactful.

In urgent need of a soft pillow to soothe the soul.

Aemon rolled his eyes, rested on the girl's unique crispy soft pillow, and slowly closed his eyes.

I thought I could sleep peacefully.

After a while, a drop of water fell on his cheek.

Aemon opened his eyes and saw Rhaenyra biting her lip and secretly dropping small pearls.

"You have a toothache?"

"..."

Aemon had nothing to say and turned around to lean into the soft embrace.

I have mercy and give you a hug.

Rhaenyra sat up and held Aemon in her arms, tears welling up in her eyes.

She still doesn't understand.

It seemed like ever since she became heir to the Iron Throne, everything had taken a turn for the worst.

Alison, father, princes and ministers...

Now, even his uncle Damon, who had been the best to him since childhood, was like this.

"Just because I'm a girl?"

Rhaenyra asked herself.

Aemon opened his mouth and wanted to say it was because you were stupid.

But seeing people crying so hard, it would be hurtful to say it out loud.

"Okay, don't cry anymore."

Aemon hugged her in turn and patted her back gently to comfort her.

Rhaenyra softened and buried her face in Aemon's neck, sobbing quietly.

"I don't blame you, you just have a bad mind."

Aemon comforted softly.

"Woo~~"

Rhaenyra felt even sadder after hearing this.

Aemon pursed his lips, knowing that he shouldn't talk too much.

The candlelight flickered indoors, and it was particularly quiet at midnight.

Aemon felt calm, holding his crying head in his hands, staring directly at the table.

A dragon-shaped stone sculpture was lying there quietly.

It was given by Uncle Viserys in the hope that his nephew could mend the relationship between the brothers.

"How is that possible?"

Aemon murmured in his heart, rubbing his face against the smooth cheek in his arms.

A wisp of fragrance inhales into the nose, giving it a sweet and greasy taste.

What happened tonight made him realize a lot.

It is better to rely on yourself than to rely on others.

But this is just an appearance.

In the real world, everyone has their own ideas and strives for personal goals.

It seems like thousands of troops are fighting to cross the river.

Aemon bumped his head against the opponent and said, "Rhaenaela, prepare a boat for me tomorrow morning."

"W-where are you going?"

Rhaenyra broke away from her arms, still speaking awkwardly.

Aemon looked at her red and swollen eyes and wrote lightly: "Find a dragon and ride on your crotch."

Hearing this, Rhaenyra was stunned.

Unexpectedly, the little guy would suddenly become determined to train the dragon.

Aemon tilted his head, indicating that he had no other choice.

Dad Damon has a firm attitude and only watches the show without intervening.

As his son, he cannot interfere with his decision.

The trip to Chaotou Island is bound to have an impact on the royal family.

For him, an eight-year-old child, defending the royal family is political correctness.

The majesty of the royal family has been shattered, and his status as a prince will also plummet.

It will be even more difficult to take root in the valley in the future.

"Dragon, it's very dangerous."

Rhaenyra swallowed a mouthful of saliva and reminded her seriously.

Aemon rolled his eyes and teased: "Aren't you also a big female dragon?"

"Eamonn, I'm not kidding."

Rhaenyra said angrily.

Eamonn restrained himself: "Me too."

Rhaenyra's throat was tight and she couldn't say anything negative.

No matter how you look at it, the little guy is more reliable than me.

Just when Eamonn was about to get impatient.

Rhaenyra acquiesced: "The royal ship leaves the day after tomorrow. If you set off tomorrow morning, you may be able to catch it."

"That's good, sleep."

Aemon broke free from his arms and lay back free.

Rhaenyra stared for a while, then lay down too, resting her head on her not-so-wide shoulders.

Aemon moved, feeling awkward.

He found that the other party had become dependent on him.

Rhaenyra was very clingy, her elastic white legs under her skirt stretched out, and the quilt was pressed against her body.

Eamonn Alexander.

When he wanted to resist again, he heard soft snoring in his ears.

Rhaenyra slept.

She felt very insecure and slept well tonight.

Because she was sure of one thing.

Aemon was the only one who was willing to help her sincerely.

Others wanted to cling to her status to achieve some purpose.

Only Aemon didn't take her seriously.

What the best in the world is just a lie.

She knew Aemon had never alienated Alison, and the two of them were flirting behind her back.

But there was nothing she could do.

Others were like vultures circling around, always wanting to see her corpse so they could feast on it.

Aemon didn't.

He suggested helping her do practical things and gain the love of the people.

He was just like the little prince in a picture book.

"Aemon, Alison is a bad person."

Rhaenyra smacked her lips and uttered a muttering.

...

The next day.

Early morning, a remote beach.

A small boat went into the sea, splashing waves with a splash.

Two men in black robes ran onto the boat and swung the oars to row.

"Thank you for your hard work, two lords."

Aemon sat on the boat and thanked her.

Erik and Alec looked at each other, and the two brothers said in unison: "It's a long journey, please don't mind."

Aemon smiled and put on another small black robe.

The boat was arranged by Rhaenyra, and the Cargael brothers were borrowed from Alicent.

This trip to Dragonstone is not easy to be discovered.

Very particular.

Going with a big fanfare means standing on the side of the royal family, and will be remembered by both Velaryon and his father Daemon.

Going quietly is another way of saying it.

If you can successfully tame the dragon, you can play a silent deterrent role after going to Tidehead Island.

Ensure that the royal family does not lose face.

On the contrary, if you raise the banner of supporting the royal family before taming the dragon, you will only be attacked by everyone.

It's still the wise saying.

Enter the village quietly, don't shoot.

Crash!

The waves hit the boat with the waves.

Aemon lay on the board, closed his eyes and gathered his strength.

Time passed quietly.

In a blink of an eye, the sun set.

"Prince, wake up."

Sir Alec called softly.

Aemon got up from the boat with sleepy eyes and looked around blankly.

At a glance.

A large island with strange rocks stood in the sunset and waves.

Aemon was refreshed and smiled: "Dragonstone."

He's here!