Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord

The sun sets.

Aemon stepped onto the beach of Dragonstone and trotted on the golden sand.

The salty sea breeze blew, hitting my face with a slight chill.

"Jazz, follow quickly."

Aemon shouted gleefully.

He is running.

It was the second time in my life that I set foot on Dragonstone Island and ran on the beach.

The goal is particularly clear.

Located among the mountains, a huge mountain stands tall and majestic.

Longshan!

"Dragon Mountain is an active volcano, and the dragons' lairs are there."

Aemon smiled, full of enthusiasm for facing the unknown.

He wants to tame a dragon.

Two white knights followed closely, looking for branches to make torches in advance.

It's getting dark.

Even on Dragonstone Island, one must be extremely vigilant.

The sun gradually sets and the sky becomes dark.

Eamonn led the way, bypassing several steep hills and arriving at the barren land with jagged rocks.

Further ahead is Longshan.

"Stop, who is there!?"

Suddenly, several firelights lit up in the distance, and a loud shout rang out.

Aemon looked back.

But they saw a group of people coming from a distance in the direction of the Dragonstone Castle, which was built on the cliff.

One old man and two young men were dressed in coarse linen clothes and held bamboo sticks tightly in their hands.

Five guards wearing armor and red cloaks.

One of them looked mean, tall and strong, and rushed this way aggressively.

Exactly what he shouted.

"Prince."

Sir Alec's expression changed slightly and he asked for his opinion.

"Be patient and don't be impatient."

Aemon was much calmer.

Dragonstone is the homeland of the Targaryen family, and Dragon Mountain is the lair of dragons.

It is normal to have a dedicated guard force.

The patrol quickly approached.

The old dragon man with an old face looked wary and asked in High Valyrian: "Who are you, and what is the purpose of coming to Dragon Mountain late at night?"

"Why are you asking so many questions? Catch them first."

The tall knight at the head looked worried and waved his hand to catch someone.

"stop!"

The two white knights showed no signs of shyness and drew their long swords from their waists.

Aemon stared at the tall knight and stretched out his hand to stop him: "I am Aemon Targaryen, the son of Daemon, the prince of the dragon clan appointed by the king."

The voice was sonorous and powerful, but he spoke High Valyrian.

As he spoke, he looked at the dragon man.

The old man's expression changed, and he was obviously confirming his identity. He solemnly said: "The prince has arrived. Please forgive us for not being able to welcome him from afar."

As he said that, he pulled two young dragon men to salute respectfully.

Without further questioning, Aemon's long silver-gold hair and innate noble temperament clearly showed his identity.

Besides, High Valyrian is fluent.

Upon hearing the word "prince", the tall knight's face changed slightly, and he quickly changed his attitude and saluted: "Your Highness, Knight Alfred of Dragonstone Island, extends my sincere welcome to you."

Aemon frowned slightly, recalling where he had heard this name before.

He seems to be a character from the "Dance of the Blood Dragon" period, and he is still a 25-year-old who has been living inside and outside.

This person contributed to Rhaenyra's death.

"Prince, what should we do?"

Alec was alert and did not withdraw his sword.

Aemon didn't intend to hide anything and said bluntly: "I came here just to tame a dragon."

This time he spoke in lingua franca that everyone could understand.

The old man took a look at the sky and sincerely advised: "It's getting late, why not go to Longshan tomorrow and choose a young dragon."

"No, I want a dragon!"

Aemon said seriously.

"You shouldn't be so reckless."

The old man was shocked when he heard this.

The torch illuminated the night, and His Highness the Prince's fair face lifted up, still revealing his childlike innocence.

How can this child wake up the sleeping dragon?

During the conversation, someone had a small thought.

Alfred is a middle-aged man and is the most senior hired knight on Dragonstone. He has always been highly respected.

But if you stay on Dragonstone, your status will remain stagnant.

"Damon's son, wouldn't that be a good opportunity?"

Alfred lowered his head and pondered, his eyes sparkling shrewdly.

It is known that the king had a difficult relationship with his brother Daemon.

This time when Daemon returned from the Stepstone Islands, he did not stay on Dragonstone Island, which saved him a lot of unnecessary trouble.

According to rumors from their former colleagues, the relationship between the king's brothers has become increasingly difficult.

Daemon's son did not go to Dragonstone in an honest way, but secretly landed on the island in the middle of the night to train the dragon. There must be something weird in it.

"Maybe he has the intention to rebel!"

Alfred was so excited that he almost couldn't help himself.

The worst outcome is that the king does not allow his nephew to train the dragon, so he secretly goes to the island.

He was not at fault for stopping it, regardless of the specific reason.

Even if you guess wrong, you can still use the excuse that the prince is young.

That's right, just do it.

After thinking this, Alfred pushed away the old man who still wanted to persuade, and said solemnly: "Prince, it's late at night, why don't you move to Shigu Tower to stay temporarily."

The Stone Drum Tower is the Dragon Stone Castle built on the cliff.

Aemon frowned and refused: "No, thank you for your kindness."

Not wanting to get involved too much, he gave the two white knights a look, turned around and continued on his way.

"etc!"

How could Alfred let the cooked duck go into his mouth, but he actually stepped forward to stop it.

Uh-huh! Uh-huh!

The two white knights immediately raised their swords and blocked the dragon man and the guards who were approaching together.

"What do you mean?"

Aemon was a little confused. He didn't expect someone to be so tactless.

Alfred said with a look of good for you; "Prince, why don't you listen to the dragon keeper's advice and go back to the Stone Drum Tower to rest tonight."

Aemon's eyes flashed, and he ordered decisively: "Sir, stop them!"

From the ugly face of the other party, you can see that he is full of thieves and prostitutes.

"Prince, be careful."

The two white knights were not vegetarians either. Each of them held the man with one hand.

Aemon didn't delay much and ran away.

Seeing this, Alfred was anxious and didn't care about pretending to be submissive. He shouted: "Stop him, don't let His Royal Highness be in danger at night!"

The four guards and the dragon keeper hesitated for a second, but decided to chase after him.

The former obeyed the order.

The latter thought that the prince was young and shouldn't offend the dragon.

"You go to help, I'll stop him."

Alike attacked with a sword and told his brother to follow the prince.

Clang!

Alfred drew his sword and fought back, and the two long swords collided in the night and sparks flew.

…

A bright moon rose into the sky.

“Hoohoo~~”

Emon ran quickly, keeping a steady pace of breathing.

With the bright moonlight, he was getting closer and closer to Longshan.

Looking back, he saw several figures chasing him.

“Haha, I can’t let you stop me.”

Emon laughed.

There was no tension or urgency, only the reckless joy of chasing under the moon.

Not long after.

Running along the bumpy road, he arrived at the foot of Longshan.

Looking back again, the figure seemed to be stopped.

But it seemed that he couldn’t be stopped for too long.

“That’s enough time.”

Emon climbed the steep slope, his eyes fixed on the hillside.

There were green plants covering the area, and occasionally thick smoke came out of the cave, which was quite clear-cut and distinct.

If he remembered correctly.

The two ownerless dragons were sleeping in a smoking cave.