Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 1: Aemon of Runestone City

The continent of Westeros.

Since Aegon the Conqueror rode his dragon and defeated the Seven Kingdoms with his wife and sister Queen Visenya and Queen Rhaenys.

The continent is united.

Starting from Aegon's accession to the throne, it is called the first year of Aegon, which is the year 1AC.

Take the first year as the limit.

Before unification it was BC, after unification it was AC.

……

109AC.

Valley, Runestone City.

"The Royce family is one of the oldest and noblest noble families in the valley. The family emblem is a pile of pebbles between two lines of runes on an orange background."

In an attic of the castle, an old scholar was talking with a book in his hand.

The environment is well decorated, with bear skins and swords hanging on the walls, revealing a low-key luxury and toughness.

In front of him, two students were sitting side by side.

Aemon covered his face with a book standing up, lowered his head and yawned violently.

I'm so sleepy. It's really unbearable.

I didn’t sleep well last night. Every time I closed my eyes, I had all kinds of weird dreams.

William, a young man sitting on the left, cast a disdainful glance at him, straightened his back and listened attentively.

Aemon noticed it, but didn't care at all.

Poor thing, he was only eight years old, five years younger than the other.

I won't bother with the guy who was tied up.

It is said that a child without a mother is like a weed, and a child without a father cannot get enough to eat.

His situation is different.

He has a mother who is a countess and loves hunting, and a father who never comes home all year round.

Both of them were hands-off bosses and had forgotten about their only son, Aemon.

But it's hard for the children.

Aemon was used to it, and the soul from the time traveler was happy about it.

A high school student with clear eyes, eating a popsicle and humming a song, got lucky while crossing the road.

In the blink of an eye, I have been reborn.

Now he is called Aemon Targaryen, a pure-blooded descendant of the dragon.

His father's name is Daemon Targaryen. He is a man of great ability and rebellious temperament, but he also has a good brother who is the king.

Very capable.

My mother's name is Rhea Royce. She was born in the Royce family of the valley and is the current Countess of Runestone City.

Unfortunately, the couple’s relationship was not harmonious and almost broke up.

Thanks to the 101st Grand Council that year, the then-regent of Eagle's Nest and guardian of the canyon, "Jobert Royce", took action and worked hard to make plans for future generations.

He is Lady Leia's uncle and passed the Runestone City to his niece.

Daemon and his brother Viserys' wives are both from the Vale. If they want to compete with their competitors in terms of hard power, they will inevitably need the help of the Vale.

Jobbert's condition was simple: Damon just had to sleep with his niece.

Daemon despised his wife, calling her a "bronze whore" and sarcastically saying that the goats in the valley were more attractive than women.

Therefore, the two never consummated their marriage.

He had the motivation to help his brother fight for the Iron Throne, plus some coercion and inducement from Jobart.

Damon agreed.

Just once, creating Aemon who didn't exist before.

"My mom is obviously very pretty, you really have no taste."

Imon's eyelids were drooping and his body was almost falling on the table.

After living a new life, his mentality is very stable.

God made him a child, so he should do what a child should do.

Be happy and enjoy the childhood that adults dream of.

When he grows up, he will be able to stop the tragedy of "Dance of the Blood Dragon".

dong dong!

The old scholar stared at the student who didn't like to study, closed the book and knocked on the wall, stopping the lecture: "Aemon, what is the language of the Royce family?"

"We remember!" Aemon replied.

“Yes, we remember.”

The old scholar nodded with satisfaction, and his meaningful gaze made the person feel uncomfortable.

Aemon yawned again and muttered, "Maester Hughes, why don't you ask the Targaryens about their language?"

"Because your mother doesn't like Targaryens." The old maester answered fluently.

Aemon frowned and pointed at himself: "I am Targaryen."

Look at that silky silver blonde hair and those violet eyes.

Looks very Targaryen, doesn't it?

The old scholar gave him a sympathetic look, slowly closed his book, and prepared to leave after class.

"Hmm?" Aemon tilted his head.

Then I realized that my mother didn't like me very much either.

Who told him to have a hateful father?

……

get out of class has ended.

Aemon cheered himself up, shook off the boy who was tied up with him, and walked briskly around the corridor back to the room.

In such a huge Fushi City, there isn't a single place suitable for children to wander around.

As soon as he entered the door, the old nun in charge of education came to greet him: "Prince, do you want to have lunch first, or recite the Seven Sacred Scriptures?"

Yimeng's face fell slightly, and he waved his hand: "I'm tired, I'll take a nap first, and we'll talk in half an hour."

He was indeed a little sleepy, but it was not because he didn't want to recite the Seven Gods Law.

After coaxing the old nun away, Aemon lay on the bed bored, his decadent look completely different from his lively and quirky personality outside.

After lying there for a while, I couldn't stop feeling anxious, so I looked up and saw that there was no one around.

He got out of bed, walked to the corner beside the bed and moved out a round black steel stove.

Click!

I raised my hand and opened the lid, and hot steam came out.

Yimonxun's face flushed red as he took out a black egg from the stove full of red charcoal.

The oval egg is almost one foot long.

As if he couldn't feel the temperature, Aemon looked back and forth while holding the black egg, muttering, "Why hasn't it hatched yet?"

The eggs that Targaryen possessed were, of course, dragon eggs.

The little hand stroked the surface and found that the eggshell was covered with a layer of diamond-shaped scales and was as hard as stone.

A dragon egg is placed in the cradle of every new Targaryen baby.

If the shell can be hatched, the baby dragon will grow together with the newborn.

As a child who was not loved by his father and mother, Eamon had never even had a mouthful of breast milk.

The black dragon egg in his hand was taken out of the dragon's lair by his great-grandfather, the Centenary King Jaehaerys I, and placed in the cradle of his great-grandson with his own hands.

This old man died in 104AC.

"Your dragon mother is so prolific, you are a bit disappointing."

After looking at it for a while, Aemon became even more worried and pointed at the dragon egg.

I heard that dragon eggs are laid by the mother dragon Menghuo.

It was a huge, old, and very prolific light blue dragon.

It’s no wonder that Emon is worried, because the future historical trend is simply too bumpy.

The world today is the peak period of the Targaryen dynasty.

In the near future, the number of dragon riders in the family will increase unprecedentedly, and they will engage in a cruel and bloody "Dance with Dragons" to compete for the Iron Throne.

After a civil war, the dragons were almost extinct and their bloodlines became thin and withered.

The honor bestowed by the surname was lost, and the seven major nations gradually forgot their former glory.

Eamon came, of course hoping to avoid this tragedy.

But if you want to play a role, you must first have the ability to protect yourself.

He knew clearly that the dragon was the fastest way to turn things around.

A Targaryen without a dragon is worse than a salted fish!
Ever since he moved to Runestone City at the age of three, he had been secretly looking forward to the dragon eggs hatching and taming a dragon that had been with him since childhood.

Although, the hatched dragons might not be as powerful as the dragons that roam the wild and those left behind by the previous kings.

But it is a bright road after all, and it is worth your wholehearted efforts.

"Ugh!"

Little Aemon lay back weakly. Where could he get a dragon?
The dragon egg didn't live up to expectations and hasn't hatched in eight years.

There are no dragons in Runestone City. Do we have to go to Dragonstone Island...

Just as he was about to put down the hot dragon egg, he suddenly heard a voice.

"Discover an item containing magic power, gain +3 magic essence."

Aemon was startled when he heard the voice and sat up straight on the spot.

　It’s a new book, I’m happy, and I’m spreading flowers.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)