Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 11 Weird Atmosphere
The crying child before might have been me.

Aemon moved closer, trying to get a better look at the swaddled baby.

"Give me Helena. Her brother should see her."

Alison looked helpless as she took the swaddling clothes from the maid and handed them back.

Before Aemon was ready, the swaddle was already in his arms.

"How do I hold her?" Eamon's body was stiff, afraid of falling to the ground.

Allison boldly let go and chuckled, "Just hold your butt, don't be nervous."

"oh oh."

Imon's brain was processing in a single core, and he adjusted his posture gently.

You know what, this little thing is quite soft.

“Yeah~~”

The little baby girl rolled around in his arms, her head with silver-gold hair swaying from side to side and then hitting Imon's shoulder with a thud.

His hands and feet were tied in the swaddling clothes, which made him uncomfortable, so he twisted his body wildly.

"She seems to be biting me." Imon was full of confusion and tilted his head to one side.

My neck felt cold, as if it was covered with saliva.

Allison covered her mouth and giggled, hugged her daughter's small fat waist, and teased: "Helena likes her brother very much, you can see that she is not crying anymore."

Yimon's face darkened: "She is chewing me."

“Yeah~~”

Little Helena was not happy. She freed her tender little hands from the loose swaddling clothes and held Imon's face, intending to bite it further.

The corner of Yimon's mouth twitched. He could only hide since he couldn't afford to offend.

The little thing in my arms is not very big, but my hands are very strong, and it hurts my face from pulling it.

"It would be a shame not to pull the weeds." Aemon complained secretly.

dong dong!

The adult and two children were getting along just fine when there was a sudden knock on the door.

A bald old man wearing a linen bachelor's robe stood in front of the door and said slowly and methodically, "Your Majesty, Prince Aegon is crying and making a fuss. Please go and take care of him for a while."

Allison frowned upon hearing this and said hesitantly, "Grandmaster, where is the maid who took care of us?"

“They tried, and it didn’t work.”

Grand Maester Melos answered with an innocent look on his face.

Having said that, I must go and see it.

Alison stood up and adjusted her skirt. She gave Eamon an apologetic look after a long absence and smiled helplessly: "You stay with Helena first. I'll be back soon."

"It's okay, that's what children do when they cry."

Aemon waved his hands, and Helena in his arms jumped up and almost gave him a headbutt.

"Get some cakes and tea, and take good care of them."

Allison gave instructions to the maid and went out to comfort the other child.

Grand Maester Melos did not follow immediately, but looked at Aemon deeply.

He was looking at Aemon, and Aemon was looking at him.

"Is the king busy?" Aemon asked first, with a harmless smile on his face.

Grand Secretary Melos nodded graciously, "Yes, Your Majesty is very busy."

After saying this, he turned and left, not giving the little prince any more chance to communicate.

Aemon couldn't help but frown.

Isn't it said that when the king is holding a royal council, the Grand Secretary should be present?

"There's something strange." Aemon muttered, not wasting his time thinking about it.

Although he did not participate in politics, he knew that the Grand Maester was recommended by the Citadel, so he naturally stood on the side of Oldtown Hightower.

Alison has a high status in the Hightower family, so there will be no problem.

There really is a problem, and someone is keeping an eye on him.

"Tsk tsk, let's make a deal first, you are not allowed to bite me!"

Aemon held the overly lively Helena in one hand and enjoyed the afternoon tea brought by the maid.

“Yeah~~”

Helena's pink face turned red, and she hummed while showing her little teeth.

Yimeng slapped the little butt with his hand, and his expression changed at the speed of light: "Be honest, your mother is not here, and you dare to show your teeth to me."

With his round face, he pretends to be serious and has a bit of the authority of an older brother.

Helena pursed her lips in grievance, as if she knew the other party would not be polite, and she kept silent.

It's a small thing, but it has a great ability to read people's expressions.

It’s as high as one or two floors.

Yimon nodded with satisfaction: "That's good." It was so nice to be in his arms. She didn't cry at all.

I don’t know how Allison coaxes the child. It must be that I was too sensible in the past, which gave her the illusion that all her children would be the same.

No wonder she gave birth to several children in succession.

……

Time passed by and it was getting dark.

Eamonn was sitting on the carpet, his little head dozing off a little bit, with an even smaller sleeping baby in his arms.

Next to him was a delicate tea tray, with only tea residue and an empty cup on it.

Suddenly, Yimeng shuddered and woke up sleepily: "You haven't come back yet?"

Small head, big doubts.

Where is Alison? Did Aegon cry to death on the way?
"No, I have to move around."

Iemon thought this was not a solution, so he put the sleeping Helena back into the cradle.

The little guy is very sensible, but he has a bad temper.

She was angry when she was awake, and her eyebrows were furrowed when she fell asleep, with pitiful tear marks in the corners of her eyes.

"I am leaving."

Aemon said something to the maid, rubbed his eyes and went out.

The corridor was empty, and the servants lit candlesticks for lighting.

Aemon tightened his clothes and muttered, "The spring in King's Landing is still very cold, and the wind is chilly."

Looking at the sky outside again, the sun had already set.

"We can't delay any longer, let's do it now."

There was a gleam of wisdom in Aemon's eyes, and he rubbed his hands expectantly.

After all, the good things in Fushishi City are lacking, and no more magical items can be found.

Then, my road to rise would start from Junlin.

After sorting out his thoughts, Imon repeatedly confirmed the direction and set off immediately.

The first stop is to head straight to the king’s bedroom.

The silver-haired little figure slipped away quickly, passing through the sight of the maids and servants.

boom!
At the door of the king's chamber, Aemon kicked the door open.

"Prince, you..."

A servant passing by saw this scene and was so frightened that his soul was scared to death.

Yimeng turned around and made a "hush" gesture, and said calmly: "Don't panic, just go ahead and complain."

It’s just the King’s Chamber, but he moved in three years before his uncle Viserys.

I pushed the door open and walked in, feeling familiar with the place.

The servant was sweating profusely and couldn't bear to watch.

Iemon was not at all panicked. He didn't even close the door, but left it open.

Uncle Viserys was a relatively tolerant king. He always had a kind smile on his face, even a bit of flattering.

He was reluctant to punish even his own brother Damon for making a mistake, so how could he be so bold as to punish his brother's son?

"Just do it and it's done."

Aemon secretly praised himself for being a child as he explored the furniture in the room one by one.

As expected, they are all ordinary stuff.

Aemon had expected this, and his eyes were fixed on a long sword with a black sheath hanging on the wall above the fireplace.

The sword is straight and sharp, the blade and the hilt combined look like a cross, and a seven-pointed star symbolizing the seven gods is carved on the end of the hilt.

"The clan sword Blackfire, the sword my great-grandfather wore when he was young."

Aemon moved a chair and stood on it, taking off the Valyrian steel sword that had been passed down from generation to generation in the Targaryen family.

As soon as my hand touched it, I heard a panel prompt sound.

"Discover a magical weapon and gain +10 magical essence."

"Yes, I know it."

Aemon smiled slightly and stroked the clan sword with nostalgia.

When my great-grandfather was alive, he used it to amuse himself a lot.

Touching the end of the hilt, Aemon pouted and complained, "Uncle is really a jerk. In order to please Oldtown and the Church of the Seven, he replaced the rubies with seven-pointed stars."

It doesn't fit the Targaryen aesthetic at all.

　As long as the time is not wrong, Zhou Zhou's updates are still very stable.

　　8:16 am and : pm.

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　　No moths~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)