Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 143: Laris, the Teacher
morning.

Despite Allison's repeated requests, Eamonn declined to leave.

Not only did he hold the little girl Helena, he also wanted to put little Aegon and Aemond into his arms.

He appreciated the kindness.

Given his relationship with Allison, there was no need to deliberately tie them up with emotions.

Aemon hurried down the stairs and through the crowded hall.

Before leaving King's Landing, he wanted to eradicate a few pests.

So as not to undermine the current stability.

Before that, he had to go back to the bedroom to check on Lana and Rainier.

Both female dragon riders have strong personalities.

I'm afraid of two people pulling my hair.

in the hall.

Lannino was dressed in gorgeous clothes, and in front of him stood a wealthy merchant from Pentos.

"You see, these are good goods."

The rich businessman introduced it diligently.

Lannino and his lover exchanged glances while looking at some merchandise.

Aemon passed by and took a fancy to an expedition hat with a dark green background and peacock feathers.

"This one suits you, cousin."

Imon was very mean and put a dark green exploring hat on Lanino's head.

There is no definition of cuckold in Westeros, and green is still a healthy color.

Lanino put on the expedition hat given by his cousin and was very excited: "Really? I also think this hat suits my temperament."

"As long as you like it."

Eamon gave a thumbs up and quickly left the scene.

Lanino was kept in the dark and was admiring the hat happily, ruffling the long peacock collar from time to time.

I thought to myself that my little cousin is really kind-hearted.

……

Prince's bedroom.

The room was quiet, with an eerie silence.

Laenaer sat at one end of the bed and Rhaenyra sat at the other.

No one spoke.

Before the martial arts tournament, the two were close cousins ​​and good friends.

It’s normal to feel awkward now.

Rhaenyra turned her head to look at the fireplace, her hands tightly grasping the hem of her black lace skirt, trying to maintain a calm expression.

There are two good friends who are as close as sisters.

After her mother died, Allison became her stepmother and brutally betrayed her trust.

While touring the continent, Lannar ate Aemon.

She is the biggest victim.

Damn Damon!!

"Raenyra, how are you doing?"

Suddenly, Lannar stretched out her hand and initiated a conversation.

Renira subconsciously retracted her hand and retorted like a hedgehog: "Many people follow me, I'm fine."

Aemon was right about one thing.

The other party is indeed a bad woman, good at deceiving and disguising.

"What I'm asking is, how have you been doing recently, and whether you have any friends you can confide in."

Lannar sat sideways and turned back, revealing some sincerity.

If she were to be honest, she still had a good impression of Rainier.

After all, Rhaenyra will be the first queen on the Iron Throne, completing the unfinished achievements of her mother Rhaenys.

Although he is a bit stupid, he is kind-hearted.

Cleaning the streets and reclaiming new fields fed a large number of homeless orphans.

Junlin, which used to be like a cesspool, now has clean streets as new, which has greatly improved the living environment.

These things may seem trivial.

Even the problem itself was not discovered by Rhaenyra herself.

However, with the talents of the king, princes and ministers, they would definitely be able to discover it, but no one cared.

Rhaenyra could step in and get it done.

It is already worthy of admiration.

Hearing the sudden concern, Rhaenyra felt mixed emotions and said stiffly, "It's okay."

not good at all.

She has no friends at all.

In such a huge Red Castle, there is not even one person that can be trusted.

Allison, who used to be inseparable, is now an enemy.

Lanar's beautiful eyes flickered as she said softly, "In fact, we are the same kind of people. A real dragon cannot be friends with a sheep."

"Are you also a real dragon?"

Rhaenyra spoke coldly and was wary of the Velaryon family from the bottom of her heart.

"I have a dragon, don't I?"

Lanar was calm and put her hands on the man's shoulders, closing the distance between them. "Out there are vultures coveting the blood of the true dragon. What you and I are looking for is just a support, to become a family that knows and accompanies each other."

The ancient tradition of the Targaryen family is largely to ensure that the bloodline does not flow.

Therefore, special emphasis is placed on family values.

Even as a bastard as Damon is, deep down he still longs to return to his family and gain his brother's recognition.

"You think I'd be family to you?"

Rhaenyra laughed.

Her family won't try to steal her away.

"It's come to this, we have to face reality."

Lanar sighed, then smiled and said, "Guess how the history books of later generations will record her. Will it be recorded as the Conqueror's Queen or Maegor's Black Bride?"

Rhaenyra was speechless: "You are so boring."

How can you say such a thing?

Lanar didn't care and talked freely: "Looking at the history books, Aegon the Conqueror married his elder sister Visenya out of responsibility, and married his younger sister Rhaenys out of desire. The relationship between the two sisters was not harmonious."

Queen Rhaenys was a woman of petty temper.

For every night Aegon the Conqueror spent with Queen Visenya, he would have to compensate Queen Rhaenys with ten nights.

And on the nights when Aegon the Conqueror stayed in Queen Visenya's room, she would summon her male favorites to drink and have fun, deliberately provoking Aegon the Conqueror.

Lannar had good reason to be skeptical.

If Queen Rhaenys had not died in the Dorne War, the two sisters might have fallen out one day.

Even such legendary figures cannot escape worldly desires, let alone her and Rhaenyra.

Learning from history, they should learn to be tolerant.

Even if we take a step back, this is not possible.

She really has Vhagar, but Rhaenyra doesn't have a Meraxes of the same size.

If she loses control of herself one day, it will be Rainier who will suffer.

"Slick tongue."

Rainier snorted coldly, thinking about the future in her heart.

Lanar saw through her disguise, slowly leaned close to her ear, and whispered, "How is your sex life with Aemon?"

Rhaenyra turned her head suddenly, her eyes full of disbelief.

Why are you asking such a thing?!
"I noticed that you seemed to be walking a little awkwardly a few days ago."

Lannar turned her head away, feeling a little embarrassed.

The best way for a woman to improve a relationship is to say something sweet.

She was older than both Rhaenyra and Aemon, and was considered their elder sister.

It is also necessary to teach them some tips.

Rainier's face flushed, and after a moment of hesitation, she whispered something in the other person's ear.

Lannar listened carefully, and her brows furrowed as she listened.

"Isn't that right?"

Rhaenyra was nervous.

She lost her mother very early and didn't like to listen to the old nun's teachings.

"Rhaenyra, you really need to improve on this aspect."

Lanar looked surprised and shook her head: "You spoil Aemon too much."

They are all in a sister-brother relationship.

They should take the initiative and not let the other side do whatever they want.

Rainier is really a character who can withstand the hardships.

"Then, then teach me."

Rainier's face flushed, she was no longer stubborn, and the relationship eased.

Lanar hid a smile in her eyes and pretended to sigh: "Since you asked sincerely, then okay."

As he spoke, he put his hands from his shoulders to the other person's front and whispered in his ear.

It seems fine at first glance, but the more you talk about it, the more it seems off.

When it comes to excitement, they are almost stuck together.

boom!
Suddenly, the door opened.

"I am back."

Aemon pushed the door open.

The two figures quickly separated, one on the left and one on the right, with their heads lowered, their faces red and bleeding, not daring to look at anyone.

Aemon looked surprised and looked back and forth at the two guilty people.

Why is the atmosphere so weird?
Good news, no hair pulling.

Bad news, might as well pull your hair out!!

After waiting for a while, Lanar and Rhaenyra almost buried their faces in their chests and did not speak.

Eamon admitted that he had been thinking the wrong thing.

But you guys say something!!
After a moment of silence, he murmured, "I'm sorry, I came at the wrong time."

Lanar: ...

Rhaenyra: ...

boom!
Aemon closed the door and left quietly.

...In the hall.

Lannino giggled and played with the dark green adventure jacket with peacock feathers chosen by his little cousin.

Joffrey, the gay lover, stood by, with dissatisfaction flashing in his eyes.

beep, beep...

There was a sound of hurried footsteps and Aemon came down from upstairs.

"Cousin, where are you going?"

Lannino's eyes lit up and he wanted to find an opportunity to get closer.

Yimon had a blank expression on his face. As he passed by him, he snatched the adventure mask and said, "It doesn't suit you that well."

"Oh, why?"

Lanino was surprised.

Aemon said nothing and put the hat on his head.

With tears in my heart, I kept reminding myself.

It's okay.

Live life forward.

……

noon.

Aemon sat on the open-air porch of Maegor's Holdfast in the scorching sun.

It's quiet.

A figure came down the corridor, limping with a scepter.

"Prince, what a coincidence."

Larris smiled and pretended to meet him by chance.

Aemon said nothing, wanting to be alone.

"I still remember how you stole my scepter. The naughty child grew up into a man in the blink of an eye."

Laris skillfully brought the two closer, revealing his signature shy smile: "Just now, the sea snake stormed out of the Red Castle. According to the maid of the Red Castle, it had a dispute with the king."

He was in the hall just now and saw the sea snake leave angrily with his own eyes.

Princess Rhaenys and Ser Laenor followed.

Coincidentally, Miss Lanner didn't leave.

Considering the current situation, it is not difficult to guess that the king and the sea snake have reached some kind of consensus, or a compromise that they were forced to make.

It is obviously impossible to use Prince Aemon's marriage to make trouble.

The Mafia is strong, but his father and brother are there.

The Green Party is weak and has to bide its time.

The Prince Aemon in front of him was indeed a potential stock that he had long spotted, so he could try to negotiate with him.

In the Seven Kingdoms, the prince is the pinnacle of power.

The only way to go up is to sit on the Iron Throne.

"You're in a bad mood, maybe I can help you get some advice."

Laris looked at him without leaving any trace, analyzing why the other party was hiding here to relax.

Logically speaking, this is the time to be in high spirits.

Aemon glanced up at him and patted his side: "Sit down."

"Thank you."

Laris lowered his guard and walked to the balcony.

Due to his poor legs, he gritted his teeth and held on to the scepter, trying several times before he finally managed to sit on it.

"Hu~~"

Larris took a breath and asked, "Prince, what trouble are you in?"

He didn't realize that what he had done had already been sold out by Allison.

Yimeng put his hand on his shoulder, tilted his head, and said seriously: "Tell me, what is the meaning of life?"

Larris was stunned.

The next second, he saw Aemon glance behind him.

The open-air corridor is located on the fourth floor, more than ten meters above the ground.

Below is a dry moat, dotted with dense spikes.

Laris's face changed drastically and he was sweating profusely.

He smelled danger.

"Come on, aren't you good at speaking?"

Aemon urged with a cold face.

Laris was completely panicked and hurriedly advised: "Prince, you need to calm down."

"I'm calm."

Aemon held his shoulders tightly, as if he was going to take someone down with him.

In fact, he did think so.

I didn't look for Larris, but brought him to my door.

There happened to be iron spikes all below, so we pulled them down and jumped off the building together.

A fall from ten meters won’t kill him, and iron spikes can’t pierce his skin.

Larris was dead.

At that time, they will pretend that the two of them fell accidentally, and Prime Minister Leonor will also have an explanation.

Larris' palms were sweating, and he pretended to be calm: "Prince, if you have any questions, I will answer them without hesitation."

He saw it.

I must have been exposed somewhere and was discovered by the other party.

Yimon's expression was cold: "You are well-informed, so tell me some useful information that I don't know."

"it is good."

Larris' eyes widened, not daring to neglect: "I heard that Prince Daemon stayed at Dragonstone for one night after leaving King's Landing, and he appeared again at the Stepstone Islands."

"I don't want to hear him."

Aemon said coldly.

"You might be interested."

Laris lowered his head and said, "The Three Women's Kingdoms are caught in internal strife. Prince Daemon has assembled a group of mercenaries to take back control of the Stone Steps Archipelago. It is rumored that he has contacted the Rogar family in Rees."

Aemon frowned, somewhat unexpectedly.

The Three Women's Kingdom is an alliance of three free trade city-states, which are constantly in internal strife.

According to the trajectory of the original world, the real internal strife and the blood dragon dance occurred one after another.

The cause was that Governor Reese and the commander of the Three Women's Kingdom fleet were fighting over a prostitute, and one of them killed the other, which completely ignited the fuse.

And that prostitute was none other than the long-famous "Black Swan" Johanna.

Unexpectedly, the black swan flew to the river valley, and the domestic fight among the three women began ahead of schedule.

Laris explained: "After the Battle of Pentos, the Three Women's Kingdoms suffered heavy losses. The bankers led by the Rogael family and the Tyrosh mercenaries had long-standing grievances, leading to internal strife."

Aemon nodded slightly.

Among the three free trade cities, Lys and Tyrosh are undoubtedly the ones with the most say.

Lys was the richest of the three city-states, with many brothels and female slaves.

Tyroshi mercenaries were everywhere, providing the main force for the pirates of the Three Kingdoms.

A purse and a knife handle are naturally incompatible.

"Damon has declared himself king again?"

Aemon asked.

Larris frowned and said, "No, but the Rogaer family donated a large number of craftsmen and money, and it seems that they intend to build fortifications on the Stone Steps Archipelago."

Aemon's eyes flashed, his thoughts racing.

House Rogar of Lys, a prestigious noble family of Valyrian descent.

If it weren't for him.

One of his half-brothers will be forced to marry a Rogare daughter and even ascend the throne to become king of the Iron Throne, pushing the Rogare family to the pinnacle of power.

But with him, those don't exist.

"Damon and the Rogaer family..."

Aemon asked suspiciously, "Rees wants to break away from the Three Women's Kingdom and support Daemon to control the Stepstone Islands?"

Damon wouldn't be so depraved, would he?
"Governor Reese did not show up. Everything was done privately by the Rogaer family."

Larris didn't dare to make a definitive statement and said something ambiguous.

Yimon stopped asking questions and had some guesses in his mind.

Daemon was driven out of King's Landing, so he would definitely not return to Runestone, nor would he have the face to occupy Dragonstone.

There was a precedent set by the "Black Bride" Rhaena Targaryen. Dragon riders without territories had to wander around and live a life coveted by others.

During the reign of his brother Aenys I, the cruel Maegor chose to ride the "Black Death" Balerion east to the continent of Essos.

In the end, I didn't make a career.

If Damon wants to have a foothold without relying on others, the Stone Archipelago is his only choice.

The Rogar family may have seen this and tried to win over Damon.

The Rogal family has money, and Damon has dragons.

The alliance between the two sides can indeed have a considerable influence.

"Damon, he's a nuisance alive."

Yimon looked cold and heartless.

He had also considered launching a war of conquest against the Three Women's Kingdom on the other side of the strait.

But the troops in River Valley Town and Fushishi City are insufficient, and the valley is across the sea from the Three Women's Kingdom.

Not to mention, the Three Women's Kingdom is strong in itself, and they have the help of the Dornish.

Therefore, his primary target was inside the valley.

He has the title of "Prince of Dale", but the ruling power of the Dale is in the name of House Arryn of the Eyrie.

If you want to take control of the valley, conflict is inevitable.

His identity is sensitive, so it is not easy for him to seize power openly.

Yimon's eyebrows were twisted into a knot, and he was worried about this matter.

Larris silently moved to the side, trying to break free from the grip of the big hand.

"Tell me, if I want to gain the loyalty of the nobles of the valley, what should I do?"

Aemon suddenly spoke up, with a kind smile.

His Royal Highness is a loyal and honest man.

If you meet someone who refuses to obey you, just push him/her away.

When it comes to conspiracy and intrigue, the "bent foot" next to you is the expert.

(End of this chapter)