Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord

Chapter 81 Little Helena

The sun sets.

Under the weirwood trees, the red leaves look like quilts.

Aemon lay on his back, recalling the unexpected incident.

Really...soft white.

"Eamonn, what are you thinking about?"

Rhaenyra lay in his lap, playing with a red leaf in her hand.

"Some female gangster."

Aemon teased.

Rhaenyra immediately turned sideways, covering the remaining blush on her face, and slipped a touch of snow-white shoulders.

After all, he is young and his skin is very thin.

I'm in a hurry today.

If you have to find an answer, act coldly.

For a while.

Rhaenyra took a sneak peek and whispered, "My father asked me to go around to choose a husband."

Eamonn was not surprised and gave a slight "hmm".

He has not expressed his stance for a long time, so people must have countermeasures.

Rhaenyra raised her head slightly and saw that he did not respond. She hurriedly explained: "I want to find some allies on this cruise."

"Nice idea."

Eamon gives a review.

"Aemon!"

Rhaenyra was annoyed and raised her hand to slap the other person.

It's not her decision.

Aemon pretended to be in pain and teased: "You can go if you want. What's the use of telling me."

Rhaenyra turned completely cold and stood up to search for stones.

Aemon glanced at it and suddenly broke into a cold sweat.

What is this bitch doing?

In line with the truth of attacking first to gain strength and attacking later to suffer disaster.

Aemon hugged his slender waist and knocked him down.

"Yeah!~"

Rhaenyra screamed, bucking her hips and falling to the ground.

There was a lot of fun and laughter.

"If you want to return to the valley, I must have new allies."

Rhaenyra knelt on the ground, tilted her head to straighten her messy hair, and said, "Allison will not let me go, and I will fight her to the end."

This time, it was Eamonn who rested on his soft thigh and said helplessly: "Alison is just afraid of you, you two really are not."

"Hmph~"

Rhaenyra refused to listen. She looked down at Aemon's face and said seriously: "Power is power, and power is power."

Eamonn opened his eyes suddenly, the famous saying was so familiar.

Rhaenyra reached out and held his face, her silver-blond hair hanging on her chest, and said in despair: "If I had enough power, you wouldn't have to go back to the valley."

A concept that dawned on her today.

If she is strong enough, no one will dare to disobey her.

Allison will be obedient and as close as she was as a friend again.

Eamonn will always be with you.

"If I'm strong enough."

Rhaenyra lowered her eyebrows and gently touched the other person's face with her green-white fingertips.

Aemon said: "You and I come from fire, and dragons are the power."

He believed that it was necessary to get Rhaenyra's thoughts back on track and not to pursue illusory things too much.

Rhaenyra was slightly startled and said, "My dragon is too small."

Among the dragons with owners today, Syracuse may be the smallest and youngest dragon.

He is a head shorter than Hai Yan, who is also a fourth-generation dragon.

"Sooner or later the dragon will grow up."

Aemon smiled and said: "When I finish developing the river valley, I will help you hone your dragon control skills."

There are so many disobedient mountain clans waiting for Dragon Flame.

Just in time to help Rhaenyra gain combat experience.

"Eamonn~"

Rhaenyra was moved.

"Okay, it's time to go back."

Aemon couldn't stand it anymore and struggled to get up.

Rhaenyra rolled her eyes and put away her rare positive emotions.

Then, he tied his skirt with his hands behind his back and straightened the pleated skirt.

The shoulders are still exposed, as if saying something.

…

Night falls.

Dinner.

Aemon sat on the chair and silently planned his next plan.

Build cities and towns one step at a time.

The Gaoshan clan must be destroyed.

But he was short of manpower and needed a new force.

Just as he was thinking about it, other people arrived one after another.

Rhaenyra changed into a red skirt and sat next to her as usual.

The two looked at each other, the latter looking provocatively.

She also turned around, revealing the tight skirt straps behind her back.

The corners of Aemon's lips curled up slightly, and he raised his glass to sip wine to cover it up.

The smell of wine is pungent, cheering up.

"It seems like you guys get along well."

Viserys strode over and looked at the two of them with a smile.

Quite a contrast to the indifferent attitude of the afternoon.

Harold, Commander of the Kingsguard, followed, standing by the table with his chest raised, glancing at His Royal Highness.

Aemon smiled and nodded, saying hello: "Sir."

"Prince."

Harold had a friendly attitude, and his eyes showed the care of a nephew.

The two have known each other for a long time.

112AC, beginning of the year.

Sir Harold caught wind and cold occasionally and could not get up from his bed. He almost died.

At the critical moment, Aemon blocked the "bloodletting treatment" of Grand Bachelor Melos and collected some common herbs from the valley for treatment.

The young and powerful Lord Commander of the Kingsguard had a strong will to survive and really survived.

From then on, Harold was grateful and regarded His Royal Highness as his nephew.

"What are you talking about?"

Alison walked over, carrying a bunch of children.

Aemon raised his eyes and saw that the other party had changed from the usual light green skirt to a gorgeous black and red skirt.

"If you come earlier, you can hear it."

Rhaenyra changed her face and said coldly.

With a smile on her face, Alison sat down and said, "Your father has decided to let you tour the seven countries. There are countless young talents along the way. I wish you can choose the right man."

Rhaenyra's eyebrows stood up, her eyes turned cold.

Aemon had no choice but to hold his forehead and pretend to be deaf and dumb.

He understood his uncle's suffering.

Caught between two women, any hero would have to peel off a layer of skin.

"Okay, let's not talk about politics at dinner."

Viserys waved his hand to reverse the stiff atmosphere.

Waiting for the servants to serve the dishes.

Looking at his nephew, he took the initiative to ask: "Is there any news about your father?"

If the two sides are engaged, Daemon must be present.

"No."

Aemon shook his head: "He lives in the Stepstones and never sends news."

The father and son have similar personalities.

Daemon didn't send him a message, and he didn't send Daemon a message.

It's enough for each other to know that the father/son is still alive.

Viserys nodded slightly and changed the subject: "Rhaenyra is going out to tour the Seven Kingdoms, visit those vassal nobles, and relax by the way."

Explain for his daughter to avoid misunderstandings.

Aemon smiled.

Seeing that he didn't take it to heart, Viserys breathed a sigh of relief and secretly rejoiced at the same time.

The old man Meros's idea was indeed good.

When they heard that Rhaenyra was going to tour and choose a husband, their relationship improved visibly.

"What else do you need when you return to the Vale this time?"

Viserys was in a good mood and felt that three hundred craftsmen were too stingy.

It could not show the generosity of his king.

Aemon's eyes lit up and he climbed up the ladder: "I don't have any other requirements, but I want to ask for something from the cellar of the Red Keep."

"What?"

Viserys was alert, don't you want to move Balerion's skull away.

"It won't affect your worship of Balerion, it's just an existence gathering dust in a corner"

Aemon kept it a secret, fearing that he would be rejected if he said it out.

"Well."

Viserys was skeptical.

The promise had been made, of course he couldn't break it.

The two chatted harmoniously.

Allison picked up her daughter Helena, handed her to Eamon, and said, "You're leaving tomorrow, and the little ones miss you."

"Really?"

Eamon took the chubby little girl and sat her on his lap.

"Brother~"