Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 104 Lannar's Bad Intentions

evening.

Yimon leaned against the railing and stood on the open balcony to enjoy the breeze.

I heard footsteps behind me and a graceful figure approached.

"The port of Gulltown is closed, and Velaryon's cargo ship is willing to help you."

Lanar spoke softly.

Aemon refused without a second thought: "Valerian's cargo ships can cross the narrow sea, but they can't deliver to Riverdale."

There was a very unproductive conversation during dinner.

Fearing that pirates from the Three Women's Kingdom might intercept his ships, Earl Bakin insisted on closing the port of Seagull Town.

Without a port for landing, transporting construction materials became a problem.

"He wants to form an alliance with you and use your dragon to protect Seagull Town."

Lannar spoke the truth in one sentence.

Among the five major ports in Westeros, the military strength is weaker than the other.

The Grafson family has owned Seagull Town for thousands of years and has long been accustomed to using wealth to impress people and relying on marriage to consolidate their position.

Seagull Town and Runestone City are neighbors.

By winning over Prince Targaryen who has a dragon, the family's power will see a leap forward.

"What can he give me, to open the port?"

Aemon couldn't help but scoff, and said instead: "Why don't you tell me what the Velaryon family is planning, so that I can understand what Lord Sea Snake has planned."

Lannar shrugged and did not hide the fact: "My father told me to ally with the Grafson and Celtigar families and form a naval coalition to prepare for war."

"Then you just wanted to pull me on board."

Yimon had a tricky angle and found a loophole.

The Three Women's Kingdom was severely damaged by the joint efforts of the Sea Serpent and Damon, and has been recuperating and fighting internal battles in recent years.

Damon's departure from the Stepstones gave them a chance to make a comeback.

The Velaryon family relied on maritime trade to make their fortune and was the first to be affected.

It's not surprising that sea snakes are anxious to prepare for war.

Lannar smiled after being seen through, and said frankly: "So what do you think? The Velaryon family will not treat their allies unfairly."

"Not much."

Aemon simply refused.

Lanar asked, "Why?"

"Pretending to be confused while pretending to understand."

Yimon laughed helplessly.

He's allied with House Velaryon?

Not to mention what tricks Dad Damon is up to, my uncle would go crazy first.

Before River Valley Town was completed.

His position has always been the link between the royal family and his father Damon, a buffer between the two sides.

Place this link on Chaotou Island and launch the "Blood Dragon Dance" in advance?

"We still need to speed up the construction of cities and towns and truly step up to the table of power."

Aemon grumbled to himself.

He doesn't want to be anyone's vassal, and the best choice is to act as a third-party force other than Black, Green, and Tanwa.

You can attack when you advance and defend when you retreat, and you will naturally be in an invincible position.

"But you need a port, otherwise you can't transport goods."

Lannar moved closer and a faint fragrance wafted over.

Yimeng pondered for a moment and said, "There is a dock in Iron Oak City. The Long Lake is connected to the Gorge Sea. We can use small boats to transport small quantities in batches."

The situation is not good, so this is the last resort.

The alliance between House Velaryon, House Celtigar and House Grafson will inevitably form a naval coalition to fight against the pirates of the Three Kingdoms of Women.

He can't get in, so he has to find a way out himself.

"I heard that Lord Waynwood of Iron Oak is a man..."

Lannar seemed to be hesitant to speak, but her subtle expression already expressed her meaning.

"Give it a try."

Aemon took this opportunity to test the thoughts of the nobles in the valley.

Which ones are enemies and which ones are friends.

We can’t work in isolation.

Lanar nodded slightly, without asking further questions, and smiled, "I heard that Rhaenyra visited the river valley, and was captured by the king?"

The topic changed naturally, like a gossipy sister next door.

Yimon frowned and said unhappily: "You have the nerve to say that, one step slower, one step slower."

This bad woman stood him up.

"Sorry, I was held back by my family."

Lannar lost her smile and suddenly felt much more lonely.

Seeing this, Imon was stunned and confused.

The mood changes so quickly.

Lanar lowered her swan neck and said sadly, "People are helpless, aren't they?"

Yimeng cooperated and said, "Tell me more about it."

"It's about marriage."

Lannar raised her eyes and glanced at him, saying half and leaving the other half, deliberately whetting people's appetite.

Unfortunately, Aemon has plenty of patience and means.

"Master Sea Snake wants to divorce and remarry?"

Lannar's expression froze, and a look of astonishment appeared on her beautiful face.

Why don't you play by the rules?

Yimeng took advantage of the victory and held her white hand, pretending to comfort her: "It doesn't matter, Lord Sea Snake is still strong and can still marry a young lady."

Lanar held his hand in return and said seriously, "Aemon, if you joke again, I will be angry."

Her parents are her pride and will not tolerate slander.

"You were the one who joked with me first."

Aemon pulled his hand and didn't pull it back.

Her white fingers were cool and delicate, tightly gripping his big hand, as if being pressed by a piece of soft jade.

Lanar moved closer again, staring at the handsome face, and said in High Valyrian: "It is Lannir's marriage. Father and mother are very worried."

She was very bold and they were almost body to body.

Due to the height difference, his forehead is touching his chin.

Yimon lowered his head slightly and saw two slightly frowning brows and a pair of affectionate eyes that seemed to be both angry and happy.

That charming yet sad look seemed to be silently telling of the injustice.

"This bad woman."

There were slight ripples in my heart and my breathing became heavier imperceptibly.

I still plan to attack him.

It was just a tiny change that broke the subtle atmosphere between the two.

With every breath, a faint fragrance wafts into the nose.

The chest rose and fell more and more, just colliding with the amazing elasticity by a millimeter.

Aemon's body stiffened and he stepped back silently.

"Where are you going?"

Lannar was very aggressive and pulled the other person's hand back.

Instead of retreating, Imon advanced and collided hard.

"It's just the two of us, no outsiders."

Lannar's eyes were burning as she launched a general attack.

Born into the adventurous Velaryon family, he never lacks the courage to take a risk.

How could she let go of the man she liked so easily? Now, the fruit is just ripe.

"Find a warm embrace."

At this point, Aemon had no way to retreat, and he pressed down from above.

Attack and defense are easy.

Lannar's face turned red and she secretly clutched the hem of her skirt.

"Why are you blushing?"

Aemon put one arm around her slender waist, his tone teasing.

The soft and tender body in his arms, the soft and elastic big bear pressed against his chest, made him feel happy

Still not satisfied, he folded his arms and pressed closer.

Lannar felt like her waist was about to break. She pressed her whole body against the other person, feeling stuffy in her chest and having difficulty breathing.

"Aemon~~"

With both hands supporting his broad shoulders, he raised his head to maintain his final stubbornness.

Aemon's right hand was free, and he pressed his hands on the smooth back under the long skirt, and rested his chin on the snow-white and smooth neck.

A tighter fit, a warmer hug.

Lannar patted him with her hand, but gave up when she found it was useless.

She turned her head helplessly and let him press on her, his porcelain-white arms gently wrapping around his broad shoulders.

It's natural, it's going with the flow, it's going with the flow...

Behind her invisible back, Imon's eyes were bright, feeling a completely different and new touch.

To be honest, Lannar is a great beauty full of exotic charm.

Especially tall, no less than 175 cm.

Even wearing white flat shoes, she is taller than many men.

Hidden by the silver-gold wavy hair that reaches down to her waist, her breasts are full, round and straight, which is an achievement that many women cannot achieve.

Although Rhaenyra was beautiful, she was plain.

Compared with Lannar, her figure is like that of a child.

"Soft?"

Lanar suddenly spoke.

“No, but I like it.”

Aemon turned his head and faced the white swan neck.

Lanar frowned and asked, "Whose softness?"

Yimon was ashamed and thought to himself that the bad woman was so bold.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Lanar leaned close to his ear and said, "I know it even if you don't tell me. It's Rhaenyra, right?"

As she spoke, her red lips exhaled sweet orchid fragrance, full of temptation.

Imon's ears itched, and he said bluntly, "That's right."

One dares to ask and the other dares to answer.

"Ok?"

Lanar's eyes were filled with surprise, and she sneered, "Is Rhaenyra stupid? She can't even do this?"

In today's relatively open era, love between men and women is everywhere.

Her younger brother Lannino has an unusual sexual orientation.

Rainier lived in Riverdale for three months, but she did nothing but work.

Yimon pushed her away and asked suspiciously, "How do you know everything?"

The movements were swift and without any attachment.

Lanar adjusted the hem of her skirt and said mysteriously, "I just know it."

Her body was more flexible and couldn't withstand the rough hug.

How could that little idiot Rainiera bear it?

You can tell at first glance that he has not been trained.

Aemon frowned, feeling offended.

He hated that about Lanaar.

It was as if he could see through everything, as if I was stripped naked in front of her.

"I apologize, Aemon."

Lannar regained her composure and took the other person's hands.

"I accept it, but I don't forgive it."

Yimon had no idea what she was talking about, and he was pointing fingers from the moral high ground.

He hugged and bounced.

Let the brave ones enjoy it first, tonight is a wonderful night.

The scumbag nature that has been passed down from generation to generation is fully revealed.

Lanar hesitated for a moment, unable to keep up with Aemon's train of thought, and opened her mouth slightly.

“Talk less, do more.”

Imon lowered his head and attacked directly.

"Woo~~"

Lannar's eyes widened and her voice was blocked.

Soon, it became quiet.

Aemon clasped his hands behind her back, only caring about asking for it.

Lannar's eyes were moist, unable to hide her surprise and helplessness.

Gradually, her eyes closed unconsciously, and she loosened her teeth and gave up resistance.

Kind of getting used to this feeling.

downstairs.

The blonde girl was in the bathroom, adjusting the water temperature in front of the bathtub.

When it gets hot, add some cold water into it.

If it gets cold after a while, add some hot water into it.

The cycle continued until the water was about to overflow.

A quarter of an hour later.

Aemon was lying on the edge of the bed in the bedroom, with the back of his head resting on the white and tender thighs that were faintly visible under his skirt.

"Eamon, are you really not considering taking action against the pirates of the Three Women's Kingdom?"

Lanar's eyes were gentle and she gently stroked his face.

It was the first time in my life that I was overly intimate with the opposite sex, and I felt like I was tasting the forbidden fruit for the first time.

Although she restrained herself at the critical moment, she became possessive.

I want to strengthen the relationship between the two of us by increasing the time we spend together.

Yimon refused decisively: "No, your father and I don't get along."

"You have few allies in the Vale."

Lanar was clear-headed.

She is a smart woman who knows the importance of weighing the pros and cons.

Aemon opened his eyes, seeing a pair of giant bears hanging above his head, and closed them again.

Lanar is far inferior to Rhaenyra.

Stick to the bottom line and show it but don't eat it.

"I think you can go back to bed."

Yimon is very angry now and doesn't want to chat.

Lannar pursed her lips, lifted up the hair that fell on her chest, and whispered a few words in her ear.