Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 101 Wet Sheets (Subscription Request)

Early the next morning.

The sun rises, and its light shines into the warm bed behind the glass window.

Aemon was half asleep, his eyelids slightly open.

A person was lying beside her, her long silver-gold hair covering her face, her white skirt sliding down to reveal one of her shoulders.

The quilt was pressed under her body, rising and falling with her breathing.

"So cold~"

Aemon couldn't open his eyes, so he moved forward with his head down.

How can someone not cover himself with a blanket and press the blanket down so tightly?

He really deserves to be beheaded!

With his head in a daze, he subconsciously looked for a warm embrace and stretched out his hands to hold it tightly.

Feeling uncomfortable, he rubbed it hard with his cheek.

A bit soft.

Like a freshly baked cake.

After finding a satisfactory position, he fell asleep.

"Hmm~"

Rainier's long silver-gold hair swayed, and her little mouth opened slightly as she moaned softly.

It felt like he was being held down by Syrax, and his waist was almost broken.

"Good girl, stop making trouble."

She was also confused from sleep, and she ran her hand along the other person's white shirt, gently ruffling his short silver-gold hair.

When I touched the smooth hair, I suddenly realized that the dragon in my arms was not that dragon.

"what?"

Rainiera opened her eyes with great effort and saw the figure in her arms clearly.

For a moment, he turned his head away silently.

Last night was enough...

Both sides tried their best to control their tempers, so that the situation did not escalate into a terrible bloody incident.

"Aemon, wake up."

Rainier was so sleepy that her face was flushed with sleep, and she gently patted the other person with her bare hands.

"..."

There was no response from the other party, who was snoring softly.

Renira tilted her head and accepted her fate.

A minute passed.

The sleepiness gradually disappears, and the brain starts to review uncontrollably.

My father's scolding, the lonely party, and...

Rainier's face flushed, she closed her eyes tightly, and couldn't help but squeeze the quilt tightly.

When I think of the sauces and fermented food, I feel as soft as a cookie.

It seems to break at the touch.

"..."

There was no response from the other party, and his snoring got a little louder.

The breath sprayed in my arms and hit my skin through my nightgown.

Rainier seemed to be drunk, her breathing gradually became heavier, and her eyelashes trembled.

This is how embarrassing it is when you drink too much.

"Yawn~"

Rhaenyra yawned, tears welling in her eyes, and sleepiness came over her again.

She was tired and sleepy.

His body leaned forward slightly, his chin resting on his short silver-gold hair.

The long white legs that were riding on the quilt were retracted and placed on the sturdy waist opposite the legs.

One dragon used the other as a pillow, and the other dragon woke up and also used the other as a pillow.

"Aemon~~"

Rainier muttered something and thought a lot in her daze.

She finally saw Aemon for what he really was.

Dragons are chaotic and disorderly.

Born capricious and restless.

The only way to tame a dragon is to satisfy the desires deep in your heart.

Before her mother passed away, she enjoyed the unstinting love of her parents.

In contrast, Eamonn's growing environment was more harsh.

The fact that he abandoned Fushi City and turned to developing the river valley showed that he had no trust in his parents.

Therefore, he is more strict in dealing with emotions.

The late great-grandfather Jaehaerys, called Alicent a "good friend".

Apart from these two, I guess he is warm on the outside but cold on the inside to everyone else.

"Alison is not a good person."

Rainier was so sleepy that she couldn't open her eyes, but she still subconsciously denied and criticized her former friend.

Her bare hands slid down from the short silver hair and grabbed the white shirt that was stretched flat by the broad shoulders.

He slowly applied force with his five fingers, rubbing the shirt into wrinkles.

She must protect this dragon from being disturbed by the outside world.

Soon, she fell asleep.

……

Three poles in the sun.

Rhaenyra's face was sleeping peacefully, with her long silver-gold hair as soft as silk resting on her cheek.

And at the head of the bed, a pair of eyes were quietly examining him.

Aemon sat with his hair disheveled, rubbing his sore neck.

"What did this guy do last night?"

Aemon had a dull expression on his face and reached out to grope under the quilt.

The sheets were wet and cold, no wonder someone was sleeping on top of the quilt.

"Forget it. I'm too lazy to expose you."

Yimon held his forehead helplessly, vaguely remembering someone huddled in the quilt and groaning last night.

Get up and go out to wash up.

"Prince."

Two maids in red and white suits were already waiting, carrying basins of water and towels.

"Go back."

Aemon took the things and turned back to his room.

"Yes."

The two little maids left obediently.

They were orphans from Nitta and were chosen by the housekeeper, Mrs. Johanna, to be maids to take care of His Royal Highness the Prince's daily life.

boom!
The door was closed gently, for fear of disturbing the sleeping person.

however,
"Aemon~"

Rhaenyra sat in front of the bedside table, tilting her head to comb her messy silver-gold hair.

Seeing him come in, she smiled and waved, "Come in."

Like there's something good to share.

Yimon was indifferent and washed his face.

The woman opposite is a complete hooligan who just wants his body.

"Hmm~~"

Rainier was very dissatisfied. She walked over with a comb in her hand and opened her arms to wrap around her neck from behind.

Quiet morning, warm sunshine.

People who wake up early in the morning should snuggle with each other.

That's what happened in the picture book story.

Rhaenyra's character is truly unique.

The body is so petite, yet full of boldness and wildness.

"I'm leaving."

Rhaenyra suddenly spoke up, butting the other with her head.

Honestly, she hadn't stayed long enough.

There are no disputes in Riverdale, no need to fight with Allison, and there are people you can rely on.

"You want to stay?"

Aemon asked. Rhaenyra shook her head and laughed: "You know the consequences of my staying."

Against his father's wishes, he really had to hand over the heir to the Iron Throne to little Aegon.

That was the only thing she had.

Power is power, power is strength.

Having lost her inheritance rights, how can she hold the man in her arms?

I'm afraid I'll end up like those noble ladies whose beauty and love have faded, and whose husbands have cheated on them and made them wear a green hat.

Aemon glanced sideways and handed over the wet towel.

He didn't know what Rhaenyra was thinking, or he would have told her.

Some people seem to have not put on a hat yet, but in fact they have put it on for a long time.

"Thank you."

Rhaenyra took the towel and smiled happily.

Busy for a while.

The two were dressed and Aemon was pressed into a chair.

Rainier bit a black headband with her silver teeth, combed the other person's hair, and tied a knot at the back of her head.

After a few months, the short hair that used to hang down to the ears had grown longer, with the ends reaching shoulder level.

The long silver-gold hair is left naturally loose and tied with a headband in layers to keep the hair neat and tidy.

This is a common hairstyle for Targaryen men.

"Let's see how it goes."

After the task was accomplished, Rhaenyra could not hide her pride.

Eamonn shouted encouragingly, "Very good."

"Of course. Consider it a parting gift for you."

Rhaenyra pointed at the black hairband, her lips slightly raised.

The headband is made of black steel and is not precious.

But the gift may be small but the sentiment is great.

Aemon glanced at her and smiled as well.

There was a look of provocation in the eyes of the two men, and they pushed their heads against each other in dissatisfaction.

……

noon.

The princess's procession sailed out of Raven Ridge, and the three-headed red dragon flag stopped temporarily.

In the White Wheel Palace, Aemon drew out the mithril sword "Light of the Kingdom" and put it into Rhaenyra's hand.

"Remember what I taught you?"

"Hold the hilt of the sword, keep your wrist level with the blade, and stab out."

"Yes."

Aemon looked serious and said, "If you encounter someone who is giving you a hard time, stab them with your sword. It is powerful enough to break through most armor."

Rhaenyra listened carefully.

She has little strength and skills.

It is enough to just learn the stabbing move commonly used by one-handed swords.

"Okay, be careful on the road."

Yimon gave some instructions and pushed the door open and walked down to the wheelhouse.

All good things come to an end.

"Your Highness the Prince."

Cole, riding a white horse, nodded perfunctorily as a greeting.

Aemon ignored it and returned to the Knights of the Valley.

"Soldiers, move out!"

Cole shouted, and the princess's procession set off again.

The cold wind blew all night, but the princess did not return to her room.

I felt mixed emotions, and ultimately attributed it to the unfairness of fate.

Hoping that the king would not notice, he chopped off his head and put it on a spear in anger.

At least in his eyes, such behavior should not occur before marriage.

The seven gods will watch over the world from heaven.

Cole was in a heavy mood, but no one paid any attention to him.

The curtains of the Lacquer White Palace were drawn aside, and Rhaenyra leaned out to look back.

The silver-haired figure rode a white stag and led the valley knights to defend their positions.

Rhaenyra smiled, her mood like a blooming flower.

After a while, the princess's procession finally walked away.

Yimon was very calm. He pulled the reins in his hand, signaling the white deer to turn around.

Rumble!
The Valley Knights galloped like the wind, walking on the river valley road paved with cement, crossing Raven Ridge and returning.

……

Time flies, and time flies by.

mid-October.

The sun was scorching hot and the climate in the valley was sultry.

Ding dong! Ding dong!
The crisp sound of metal clashing was endless, and the collision produced fierce sparks.

Aemon was wearing only a vest, with a hammer in his hand.

boom!
The charcoal fire in the furnace suddenly grew and engulfed a piece of bronze plate armor.

Aemon's eyes were serious, beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and he was paying attention to the slightest difference in the hammer's fall.

It was two months since Rhaenyra left.

River Valley Town entered a period of rapid development, and His Royal Highness the Prince had nothing to do, so he concentrated on studying forging technology.

A cup of tea.

The front chest of the bronze plate armor has been forged, with runes engraved on both sides of the surface, embellishing the monotonous plain color.

"Phew, it's finally better."

Aemon took a breath and looked at his work with satisfaction.

Compared to the Mithril Sword "Light of the Kingdom", its quality is naturally far inferior.

But in terms of forging technology alone, it is at least two levels higher.

clap clap clap!
There was a round of applause, and someone brought a cup of cold tea: "Congratulations, you have forged another masterpiece."

Jen Sifu smiled widely and praised without reservation.

"Thank you."

Yimon was thirsty, so he took the herbal tea and drank it.

"You're welcome."

Jen Sifu stood aside, not caring whether the other party thanked her for the compliment or the cold tea.

Since Rhaenyra left Riverdale, she was the happiest person.

With a princess from a certain country in front of her, how could the girl from the valley compete?

Now the person has left.

She has the opportunity to perform.

Bang!

Aemon frowned and suddenly pounded on the cooled bronze plate breastplate.

He was so strong that he smashed a dent in it.

Jane Sifu was startled, like a frightened rabbit.

“Still not qualified.”

Aemon shook his head and dropped the hammer.

He had tested it privately and found that the [Bronze Shield] exchanged on the panel had good defensive power and was difficult to be damaged by ordinary swords.

Imitating the ancient runes on the [Bronze Shield] has become a feasible path.

Unfortunately, ordinary bronze artifacts engraved with the same ancient runes have no effect at all.

He wiped the sweat off his face and was about to leave.

"Your Highness, this is a message from Sir Ryan's raven."

Steve came hurriedly, looking anxious.

"what happens?"

Yimon took the letter and wondered what big news it could be.

What caught my eye were a few lines of small words.

Pirates from the Three Women's Kingdom caused chaos and merchant ships in the Strait of Xia were attacked.

Seagull Town was closed urgently and construction materials were stuck at the port.

(End of this chapter)