Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 119: House arrest? No, home quarantine!
The next day.

The sun was rising, the morning rays breaking through the clouds.

Eight hundred Valley Knights returned to Riverdale.

Long Lake.

The two giant dragons slowly landed on the ground, causing the grass leaves to fly.

Aemon climbed down from the dragon's back, dragging his exhausted body.

Since the moment he summoned his vassals, his mind has been in a state of high intensity.

Now that I have relaxed, I feel exhausted both physically and mentally.

Fortunately, the result was as expected.

"Prince."

A black veiled figure stood by the lake, with a big black cat lying in front of it.

Eamonn: "Walking the cat so early?"

Johanna pouted slightly, brushed off the bread crumbs in her hand, and slowly walked towards the grass slope.

On the lake surface with green duckweed.

A group of black swans pecked away the food and swam away gracefully.

Aemon had no intention of watching the swans playing in the water. He just wanted to go back and have a good sleep.

It’s best to sleep for three days and three nights without fail.

"I've got my worries resolved."

Johanna's eyes were full of concern, and her cold fingers gently touched the back of the other's hand.

Aemon nodded.

Johanna is indeed not an ordinary woman.

Her contribution to this series of actions that shocked the valley is indelible.

The name of the Black Swan will also spread throughout the seven countries.

"I've been waiting here all night."

Johanna spoke softly.

The rich fragrance of roses filled his face, making Imon feel even more tired.

"Would you like to take a rest first?"

Johanna leaned in closer, a faint blush on the tip of her nose.

She has her own little thoughts.

In terms of identity and background, the one from Junlin, Chaotou Island and even Honglei are more important than her.

But sometimes, timing is more important.

"Aemon."

The face was almost touching, and a magnetic voice came from behind.

Lannar stood at a higher point and spoke with a puzzled look.

Johanna quickly lowered her head and kept a safe distance.

Then he hurried away with the big black cat.

The movements were smooth and without any delay.

Aemon breathed a sigh of relief.

There are always bad women who covet his body.

"Why did she leave?"

Lanar looked innocent.

Yimeng shook his head and laughed: "If you don't come, she won't leave."

"Is that not the right time for me to come?"

Lannar asked knowingly.

Aemon said in all seriousness, "No, you came at the right time."

Lanar burst into laughter and put her arms around his neck: "You pass."

Not every woman in the world is as dumb as Rhaenyra.

It's a test of means and patience.

Obviously, the Black Swan's grasp of timing is still a little immature.

Lannar sat on the ground with her light blue skirt spread out.

Aemon lay on the hem of his skirt, his head resting on her bouncy thighs.

I have to say, Johanna is very good at choosing places.

This is a secluded grassy slope, undisturbed by outsiders.

Lanar stroked his brow and said worriedly, "If you do this, you will cause unnecessary trouble."

From the smoky smell on the other person, she had already guessed the reason.

Iron Oak City, danger!
Yimeng held the little white hand and asked with a smile: "My troubles are not enough?"

"If you take action against the Waywood family, many people will look at you differently."

Lannar is well aware of the complexity of human nature.

If you are weak, they will bully you; if you are strong, they will exclude you.

Pfft!
Aemon suddenly stood up and pushed Lanar, who was sitting sideways, onto the lawn, admiring her delicate face that was aloof to outsiders:

"I didn't hide anything. Everyone knows who did it, but they have no evidence."

So what?

Even if his uncle wrote a few more letters to curse him, the Duchess of the Eyrie would still be able to drive him out of the valley.

Annihilate the pirates of the Three Women's Kingdoms and exterminate the Waywood clan.

The two things, one obvious and one hidden, represent his thundering methods and ruthless determination.

That’s the only way to get respect.

"Maybe you're right."

Lanar was unable to convince the other party and said helplessly: "It has already happened, so let it ferment slowly."

She is very passive now.

Raise your hands above your head in a gesture of surrender.

Being stared at by someone with scorching eyes, she felt hot all over and her two small earlobes turned red.

"You didn't take off my armor when I came back."

Aemon's gaze was pressing.

Lanar tilted her head and trembled, "The traditions of the dragon kings of ancient Valyria, only half of them need to be followed."

The Dragon Kings of that era were not monogamous.

There was more than one person taking off their armor.

"Excuse."

Aemon leaned forward and gently lifted her chin.

Lannar is a complete bad woman.

Every time they meet, he teases her to the utmost, but she won't give in if she's unwilling.

She was full of affection before going to the battle, but became dull and indifferent after coming back.

All I can say is that the salt and sea of ​​the Velaryon family are not as good as the blood and fire of the Targaryen family.

"Don't regret it and say I bullied you."

Lannar's beautiful eyes rippled and her legs involuntarily came together under her skirt.

Aemon slowly lowered his head.

He was fascinated by Lannar's gentle personality.

Like a mature sister who is good at thinking, she can always deal with problems calmly and help him solve his problems.

There is no better choice for a wife than her.

"Aemon."

Lannar seemed a little embarrassed and not quite ready.

chirp chirp...

It turns out.

People who are good at sweet talk have honey-like lips.

By the Long Lake, Womisol and Silver Wing lay on the lawn, their dragon heads leaning against each other, rubbing against each other in intimacy.

"Roar!"

Womisol raised his dragon head and pressed his jaw on Silver Wing's back, as heavy as a mountain.

Silver Wing narrowed his vertical pupils and bit his partner's neck, pinning him down.

Womisol wanted to get angry, but was ruthlessly beaten by the silver-gray wings.

Similar situations occur in hidden corners.

Lanar's face turned red with anger. She pulled up her waist-length wavy silver-gold hair and held down the disobedient dragon with both hands.

As a dragon tamer, dragon taming is the basic method.

Although unskilled, he is very gentle.

Soothe them bit by bit, rubbing the scales gently with your palms.

Dragons are as intelligent as humans and know when to obey.

Lie down quietly and let the dragon rider do what he wants.

Occasionally, resistance would arise, but would be suppressed on the spot.

……

The Battle of Pentos was won and House Waynwood was destroyed.

Once the two pieces of news appeared, they spread throughout the seven countries at an extremely fast speed.

King's Landing, Red Keep.

The king's palace.

Viserys sat on a recliner, holding his eldest son Aegon in his arms, and never tired of telling the story of his grandfather Jaehaerys's conquest of the wildlings at the Wall.

At the feet, Helena and Aemond sat side by side, playing with the carefully carved toys.

dong dong!

Grand Secretary Melos pushed the door open and presented two letters.

"Whose are they?"

Viserys put little Aegon down and asked his old friend with a smile.

Melos remained silent and said, "You'd better check it yourself."

Viserys' smile faded, knowing immediately that this was bad news.

Could it be that it was Rhaenyra who used the rapier again and stabbed the nobleman who offended her?

I've scolded her several times.

"Seven Gods bless you."

Viserys opened the envelope and felt like he was opening a blind box.

Knowing it's a mess, but still wanting to know how bad it is.

The first person I saw was Lady Jenny from Eagle's Nest.

Viserys's face darkened and he wrinkled the letter as he read it.

Open the second letter, Aemon Targaryen.

Requires a knight under his command to be granted a minor noble title for expanding the territory.

boom!
Viserys' face turned red, he crumpled up the two letters and threw them out, angrily saying, "You dare to ask me for a noble title? Do you want the Iron Throne?!"

An ancient noble family that had been passed down from the Age of Heroes to the present day was destroyed just like that.

Even his father Damon didn't dare to act so recklessly.

The desks in the Eyrie were piled with letters of accusation from the Valley, and Jenny Arryn sent them to her.

Does he think that he is the master of the valley and that the other nobles are his vassals who have the power of life and death?

"Your Majesty, the current plan is to think about how to calm the anger of the nobles in the valley."

Meros persuaded.

"Flat ass!"

Viserys swore, "If the old man from the Waynwood family hadn't deliberately made things difficult for him, how could he have been killed as a warning to others by that boy?"

What a good child he is usually, well-behaved and filial to his elders.

Why did they kill and burn people when they returned to the valley?
It's not the valley people's own problem.

The Targaryen family's goal is to take root in the valley. This was the baseline strategy set when my grandfather was in power.

Whoever dares to be the first to stand out will have to bear the consequences.

Melos was stunned by the scolding and hesitated, "But what about the Eyrie?"

After all, it is Queen Emma's maiden family and Princess Rainier's maternal family.

If the Eyrie cannot withstand the pressure, the royal family's control over the valley will be greatly reduced.

"Don't worry about it. The people in the valley dare not do anything."

Viserys suppressed his anger and used his intelligence to gain the upper hand.

My nephew's behavior was quite bad.

It was almost a blatant attempt to destroy the Waywood family in order to intimidate the nobles of the entire valley.

But it must be said that initial results have been achieved.

if not.

Given the stubborn character of the nobles in the valley, Jeyne Arryn had long been forced to summon her vassal states to demand an explanation.

Rather than just a letter.

Meros understood and asked, "Do you reject Prince Aemon's request?"

"of course."

Without a second thought, Viserys ordered, "The battle of Pentos has been won, the royal army must withdraw immediately and do not waste time in the valley."

He could guess what his nephew was thinking.

It's nothing more than fighting violence with violence and making a name for yourself in the valley.

After the destruction of the Waynwood family, the nobles of the Vale will be obedient for a long time.

After my nephew has completed his big move, he will also seek development.

In this stalemate, the royal family must not intervene.

The valley is the solid pillar of the royal family, and the nephew is the forerunner in branching out.

If you take sides, you will get into trouble.

The best way is to cold process.

Meros nodded and turned to leave.

"Wait a minute."

Viserys stopped him, his face grim: "Tell that boy to stay in the prince's territory and not go out and make trouble for a while."

Directly put in solitary confinement.

Melos was surprised and asked, "How long will it take?"

"I don't know. Maybe a month, maybe longer. Let's wait until Rhaenyra returns from her tour."

Viserys has ulterior motives.

I won’t be able to sleep well until the marriage is arranged.

Nephew Aemon inherited Daemon's romantic nature and attracts many women wherever he goes.

If you're not careful, the pig will be eaten by the cabbages.

"Damn it Damon!!"

Viserys cursed.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Meros nodded and walked away unsteadily.

As a grand scholar who changed the king's medicine every day.

He knew the king's mind too well.

It is said to be house arrest, but in fact it is a circle for protection.

He was afraid that a series of accidents would happen to his nephew, such as the assassin killing him by mistake or his stomach ruptured.

Melos sighed deeply and glanced at the little Princess Helena before closing the door.

The marriage between the eldest princess and Prince Aemon is a top priority.

Even if the Queen wanted to intervene, the Oldtown faction had no cards to play.

(End of this chapter)