Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord

King's Landing.

The Red Fort, the king's palace.

"This unfilial daughter, how dare she run away halfway."

Viserys smashed the wine glass angrily, his face livid with anger.

Who knows how much manpower and material resources he spent on arranging a prince's parade.

How should those nobles view the royal family after hearing the news.

Allison sat across from her and said softly: "Don't worry yet, Rhaenyla is not that confused yet."

"Then she should take cruising seriously!"

Viserys was about to burst with rage.

Allison sighed and said perfunctorily: "You should think carefully about where she can go."

Just for an adult dragon, the amount of food and drink he eats every day is astronomical.

Ordinary nobles can't afford it.

Viserys was stunned when he heard this and thought of a possibility: "You mean, she went to the valley?"

"It's obvious."

Allison lowered her eyebrows and her tone was very subtle.

"So..."

Viserys thought of his nephew and lost most of his anger, wondering: "When did the two of them become so clingy?"

"Who knows, maybe Rhaenyra found cruising too boring."

Alison forced a smile and secretly picked at her nails.

When she was nervous, she would use pain to cover up her emotions.

Viserys glanced at her, vaguely aware that his wife did not want to see Rhaenyra getting close to her nephew.

Is it jealousy or political leanings?

Fortunately for the former, Allison had a good relationship with her nephew, and the entire Red Keep knew about it.

The latter is troublesome.

His court had only been stable for a few years, and it was not yet time for internal strife to continue.

Alison noticed her husband's gaze, and her heart suddenly tightened, and she changed the subject: "Did you hear that Lady Leia is looking for a marriage partner for Eamonn?"

"When did it happen?"

Viserys' face changed slightly, he was very sensitive to this.

Alison said: "A month ago, she traveled around the valley visiting relatives and friends in the name of hunting."

"There is such a thing."

Viserys said in surprise.

It’s about Rhaenyra’s ability to sit on the Iron Throne.

Doesn't Lady Leia know that Aemon is his default choice for the royal wife?

Allison pretended to be puzzled: "Mrs. Leia loves her son so much. Isn't this a good thing?"

Women's intelligence capabilities are beyond imagination.

She knew that Lady Rhea looked down on Targaryen, so she found a Vale girl for Aemon.

On this point, it coincides with her thoughts.

As long as it wasn't Rhaenyra, that selfish fool didn't deserve it.

"That's nonsense, you stupid country woman."

With Viserys's good temper, he couldn't help but curse secretly after hearing this.

He and his younger brother Daemon respectively married wives from the valley, and had already formed a deep alliance with the valley.

The next generation can marry the Stormlands and the West, but it cannot continue to fight against the Vale.

Alison added jealously: "Aemon is busy in the valley, and he doesn't seem to object."

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

Viserys waved his hand, full of confidence: "That's Daemon's son. Targaryens are attracted to each other."

Why does Damon look down on his first wife?

The biggest reason is pride and prejudice.

According to the "Targaryen Law of Mutual Attraction", Daemon's wife must at least be of ancient Valyrian blood.

Lady Rhea is clearly not.

As his elder brother, he married Emma Arryn of the Eyrie.

Emma is a good woman and of noble birth.

Her mother was Daena Targaryen, the sixth daughter of her grandfather, King Renren.

Speaking of which, she was his biological aunt.

Therefore, Emma was born with the appearance of a Targaryen with silver hair and purple eyes. When she became an adult, she married back to the royal family to support her family.

Dimon is aware of this and has higher and more selective requirements for his wife.

Unexpectedly, she was used by her grandmother Alexa to marry into Runestone City.

The contrast was too great, which led to Dimon's extreme behavior.

He insulted his first wife as a "bronze bitch" and mocked the women of the valley as inferior to goats.

Alison stopped talking and picked her nails harder.

Because she knew that her husband was right.

Viserys smiled first after saying this and his mood improved: "Forget it, leave Rhaenyra alone for now and let her relax in the valley."

"But where's Madam Leia?"

Alison was unwilling to give in.

"Don't worry, she won't make it."

Viserys smiled broadly, but there was still resentment in his heart.

He felt guilty and angry towards his sister-in-law.

First of all, she was pitiful for being a widow, and her brother Damon failed to fulfill his responsibilities as a husband.

Secondly, it irritated her that she was always at odds with the royal family.

How can you castrate Damon when you consummate their marriage to take out your anger on your son?

Damn Damon!

"You are right, but Rhaenyra still needs to resume her journey as soon as possible."

Allison knew that persuasion was useless, and hoped that Rhaenyra would leave the Vale quickly.

"Okay, I will write a letter and scold her."

Viserys was stern in his words and observed his wife's every word and action.

He had determined that the other party simply couldn't stand the intimacy between Rhaenyra and Aemon.

Really weird possessiveness.

Hearing this, Allison felt much more relaxed.

Viserys rolled his eyes and struck while the iron was hot: "The kingdom has been quiet for a long time. After Rhaenyra's parade is over, how about we hold a grand tourney?"

"That's going to cost a lot."

Allison said helplessly.

"The treasury is very full and has enough for us to spend."

Viserys patted his belly, like a rich man, and smiled: "Let's celebrate our ninth anniversary next year."

The king was full of flattery at the moment.

He hoped that his wife and daughter would not make too much trouble in order to meet their needs.

Alison looked up and nodded with a smile: "Okay."

...

Valley.

Valley, vast plain.

"Yo Yo~~"

A white deer ran freely, and the silver-haired boy on its back drew his bow sideways.

A hare fled in front, turning and moving flexibly.

Swish!

Aemon shot an arrow, and the dragon bone bow rebounded slightly.

The arrow flew like a shuttle, accurately piercing the hare's neck.

"Good archery."

Ser Ryan in a white cloak rode up and praised very well.

Even after seeing it countless times, he was still amazed at the prince's outstanding talent in archery.

Aemon was used to it, riding a deer forward to pick up the prey.

Ser Ryan waved his hand, indicating the team behind him.

"Stop and rest where you are."

Gonsor pulled the reins and tied the two-point flag on the soft grass.

Eight hundred newly recruited young men ran after the horses, sweating profusely.

They were all recruited locally in the valley, including new subjects, orphans from the new fields and people from the fire craftsman tribe.

They were between 14 and 30 years old, which was the best time for plasticity.

There were no war horses in the valley, and the enemy was the high mountain clan of the Moon Mountains.

The military type was longbowmen.

Each person had a set of copper-inlaid leather armor, a scimitar on the waist, a longbow and a quiver.

This was the best equipment that the valley could provide.

"Sir Ryan, can the next batch of building materials be delivered on time?"

Aemon peeled off the rabbit skin on the spot and made a fire to roast it.

Sir Ryan, who was helping out, hesitated and said, "A small group of pirates from the Three Women's Kingdom is causing chaos, and the maritime trade in the Strait of Sin is affected. Almost all ports are crowded."

He lives in the Seagull Tower in Seagull Town, and is in charge of the landing and transportation of building materials.

But the situation has been difficult recently, which has delayed the transportation time in Seagull Town.

Aemon nodded: "I am planning to pave a good mountain road from Raven Hill to the River Valley, which will save a lot of time."

Rhaenyra is working hard for this.

Sir Ryan's smile was stiff, and cold sweat was pouring down his forehead.

You are really brave to use the princess of a country to pave the way for you.

On the way here, the golden dragon was in a bad mood.

Aemon was pickling rabbit meat seriously, and suddenly thought of two people.

Dad Daemon is in the Stone Steps.

The Three Women's Kingdom pirates are causing chaos, and they will have to fight every day.

In the original world, he had been addicted to being the "King of the Strait of Sin" in the Stone Steps for a few years, and returned to King's Landing in 111AC and reconciled with his uncle.

But he had other purposes.

At that time, Rhaenyra had no one to choose from, and he wanted to steal the Iron Throne through his niece.

Now that Aemon is here, he naturally has no such plan, and is still catching crabs in the Stepstones.

"I don't know why I can't hold on."

Aemon thought secretly.

Subjectively speaking, the Stepstones are stuck between two continents, and it is indeed a good place to collect taxes.

But the territory composed of the archipelago is nothing but stones.

The economy cannot be developed at all, and it is wishful thinking to build a port.

Daemon was tricked by the sea serpent Corliss, trapped in the Stepstones, fighting pirates from the Three Women's Kingdom for others.

Speaking of the sea serpent Corliss, Lanar naturally thought of him.

Aemon secretly complained: "The port is affected, is Tidehead also affected?"

Then it makes sense that Lanar broke his promise.

"Prince!"

Suddenly, a shout came.

Imon frowned: "What's the hurry?"

The new soldier said nervously: "We found someone stealing sheep, it seems to be the mountain clan."

"Lead the way."

Imon left the half-cooked rabbit and set off immediately.

Soon, they arrived near a stream.

From a distance, they saw a dozen guys wrapped in animal skins driving a group of goats into the mountains.

Imon said in surprise: "It's really the mountain clan."

The river valley is in ruins, and the houses of the people are still simple, of course there are no sheep pens or cow sheds.

Except for chickens and ducks, cattle, sheep and other livestock are free-range.

They eat, drink, defecate and urinate on the grass, and return to Changhu in groups at night.

Unexpectedly, a group of mountain clans were attracted.

"Catch them and ask which tribe they are from."

Imon gave an order and took the lead in drawing the bow and arrow.

Swish!

The dragon bone bow has great power, and the arrow shot out like a meteor.

With a puff, it pierced through a person's head and pierced through the skull into the grass.

"Draw your swords, catch them!"

One hundred longbowmen were dispatched, and they drew their scimitars to surround them.

With the difference in numbers, they tied up more than a dozen mountain clansmen in a short moment.

"We ask, and you answer."

Gonsor handed over a white deer-fronted mountain clan leader to His Royal Highness for interrogation.

Imon asked, "Which tribe are you from?"

Looking at them, they also had tattoos on their bodies, and painted one or both ears black.

"We are warriors of the Black Ear Tribe."

The little leader said with a look of dissatisfaction and stiff neck.

Imon raised his eyebrows, thinking that there were all kinds of monsters and ghosts.

Looking at this posture, he couldn't ask anything.

He casually pointed out a longbowman from the Pyrotechnics Tribe and asked, "Where is the Black Ear Tribe, and how strong is it?"

The longbow soldiers came out: "The Black Ear Tribe is in the Mingyue Mountains north of the high mountains. It is a large tribe of 3,000 people."

They are also neighbors in the river valley.

Imon understood and waved his hand: "Kill them."

"Don't..."

The little leader wanted to beg for mercy, but the scimitar was inserted into his head.

"Yo yo."

The white deer took a step back, fearing that blood would splash on the silky fur.

Imon pondered silently.

The longbow soldiers are almost trained, at least they can draw the bow and shoot arrows.

It's time to find a high mountain clan to serve as a whetstone and capture a group of coolies.

Thank you Nan Ke Yi Zuimeng Qianchen for the 2,000 coins reward.

Thank you Zui Zhezhi and Hongmeng Li Changsheng for the 500 coins reward.

Thank you Pu Pujing for the 100 coins reward to "Prince Imon".

There are also many book friends who voted and rewarded, thank you very much, they are all great! !

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I am still not good at farming, and I have no motivation to write.

There still needs to be some emotional ups and downs in the plot.