Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 16: Melancholy Girl Rhaenyra

About a quarter of an hour later.

In the corner of the banquet, two silver-haired boys, one big and one small, sat opposite each other.

With a wicked smile on his face, Aemon picked up a blueberry and stuffed it into little Aegon's mouth, biting half of it, then rubbed the other half on the other's face with his saliva.

After finishing a small plate of blueberries, little Yigeng's belly was bloated and his face and mouth were full of blue.

"Prince, the Queen will be angry if she sees this."

The fat maid stood nearby, almost crying.

"It's okay. I'll take responsibility if Alison blames me." Eamon was not panicked at all.

Where is this?

"Woo~~"

Little Aegon shook his head and stammered in refusal: "Brother, I don't want to...eat it!"

"Can you speak?"

Aemon never thought that he was speaking High Valyrian.

Could it be that because of what he always said, the little thing was forced to grow up?

"Yeah." Little Aegon nodded repeatedly, no longer arrogant.

Aemon put down the few blueberries in his hand and smiled with satisfaction.

It has to be him!
At an age when the little ones couldn't even speak, they learned their mother tongue directly.

This reminded Aemon of the time when his great-grandfather was still alive, and he and Alicent taught him to speak Valyrian.

The transliteration of Valyrian is short and concise, and has the same effect as the Chinese language.

He taught himself it as his main language and became more proficient in it than the common language on the mainland.

"No, I have to put my hands on my hips." Imon smiled.

It's a tit for tat, and Alison should thank us.

The little future Green Party king is in control!

"Aemon, what are you doing here?"

Alicent's voice suddenly rang out, followed by a cry of surprise: "Aegon, what's wrong with him!"

Aemon froze and stopped laughing.

Allison walked over quickly, bent down and picked up her son. When she saw his blueberry-colored face, she laughed angrily: "Eamon, why are you teasing him?"

I took out a handkerchief and wiped it, but the blueberry pigment became more and more blurred.

Little Yigen rolled and crawled into his arms, aggrieved like a fat two-year-old child: "Mom~~"

"You can speak now?" Allison was surprised.

Little Aegon: ...

"How unexpected! It seems that Aegon must play with the child more."

Alison looked thoughtful and teased, "Thank you, Eamonn."

Yimeng took back his hands from his waist and smiled awkwardly: "You're welcome."

His expression is like that of Tom Cat who was caught doing something bad, with a hint of flattery in his simplicity.

Alison sighed helplessly, wiped away the tears from little Aegon's eyes, and took him back to wash his face.

Before leaving, he glanced back with a complicated expression, lowered his head and quickened his pace.

Eamon waved his hand and watched Allison and her son walk away.

It is not difficult to hear the light footsteps behind you.

When he turned around, he saw that Rainira, who he had not found just now, had walked behind him with a melancholy look on her face.

Without waiting for his greeting, Rhaenyra forced a smile and said, "Is it fun to tease Aegon?"

She was brought back from the Godswood in the Red Keep by Alicent.

"Are you unhappy?" Aemon looked up, his big eyes full of sincerity.

Rainier was stunned when she heard this and denied it flatly: "No!"

"Hmm~"

Yimon tilted his head and looked like he was saying, "Don't try to fool me."

The words "I'm unhappy" were almost written on his face.

Rhaenyra felt uncomfortable being stared at, so she turned around and made up an excuse: "Yes, there is no cake I like at the banquet."

"I see." Aemon nodded without exposing her.

It's obviously not because of this, I'm just trying to be so tsundere.

Today is Aegon's name day celebration. Half of the kingdom's princes and nobles are fawning on him, ignoring Rhaenyra, the heir to the Iron Throne.

Who wouldn’t be depressed?

"Do you remember what you promised me yesterday?"

Aemon considerately changed the subject and said with a smile, "Since the banquet doesn't have your favorite cake, let's go to the dragon's lair together."

Never mind the conflict between Alison and Rhaenyra.

But he never forgets to earn essence.

Rainier looked around and confirmed that no one wanted to talk to her. She shrugged helplessly: "No problem, just take it as a relaxation." "Oh yeah, let's go!"

Aemon cheered and set off immediately.

No one at the banquet noticed them, so they headed to the lobby smoothly.

The gate slowly opened, revealing the street outside the Red Fort.

Rhaenyra said with a headache, "I didn't call Cole, how can we get there?"

With the bustle today, it’s hard to find a coachman.

"Don't be afraid, I'm prepared."

Yimon was confident and patted his chest.

Just as he finished speaking, Sir Steve arrived in a white chariot and parked at the door with ease.

"See." Aemon smiled.

Rainier was slightly surprised. She didn't expect the little guy to be so good at ordering people around. She couldn't help but laugh.

Sir Steve was a down-to-earth man. He picked up the little prince with his arms outstretched and placed him steadily in the carriage of the wheelhouse.

Of course, he was not the only guard accompanying him.

He called the three guards who were eating and drinking at the banquet and had them follow behind on horseback.

……

Halfway through the journey, the carriage shook slightly.

Aemon and Rhaenyra sat on each side, looking at each other in silence.

William, who is about the same age as the latter, was also in the car, looking after the baby backpack that Eamonn needed for travel.

Click!

Aemon dug out the incubation vessel, opened the lid and checked the dragon eggs as usual.

A puff of white smoke came out, and the black dragon egg was intact.

“Discover magical items and gain +3 magic essence.”

Yimon was a little disappointed. He collected the "leeks" once every three days and covered the stove.

The dragon egg has not hatched yet.

Even if it hatches, an underage dragon will be of no use when the "Dance of the Dragons" period comes.

"It seems that we have no choice but to take another path." Aemon thought silently.

He didn't say anything, and Rainier, who was already in a low mood, was even less likely to speak.

As time passed, the atmosphere became more and more depressing.

"Cough cough."

William coughed twice, stole a glance at the noble and beautiful princess opposite him, and said in a very low voice: "Prince, I'm going to learn how to drive a carriage."

Without giving others a chance to react, he quickly slipped out the door.

Imon was confused.

I thought to myself that the wild boar couldn't eat the bran and would die without any future.

Hearing the voice, Rhaenyra came back to her senses and smiled apologetically: "Sorry, I was distracted again."

"It's okay, I'm sorting things too."

Aemon mustered up his strength and put away the heavy incubation vessel.

Collecting essence is not easy, finding magic items is difficult, and finding items that produce essence stably is even more difficult.

So far, only two things are stable enough.

Valyrian steel and dragon eggs.

The former Red Castle has a clan sword called "Black Fire", and it remains to be verified whether the essence can be collected every few days.

Runestone City also has a family sword called "Wailing", which Aemon can use when he leaves King's Landing.

The characteristic is large output.

In contrast, the production of dragon eggs is small, but fortunately there are more of them.

If nothing unexpected happens, this trip to the Dragon's Lair will be very profitable.

Aemon's thoughts turned, and he sighed, "I wish I had a spell to find magical items."

There is no need to grope around blindly, saving a lot of time doing useful things.

"By the way, I haven't looked at the cards today."

Aemon had an idea and summoned the gorgeous panel.

Squeak!

The Lacquer White Wheel Palace stopped moving forward, and Sir Steve's voice came from outside: "Prince, Princess, we have arrived at the Dragon's Lair."

"Ok."

Rhaenyra smoothed the silver hair on her temples and tried to cheer herself up.

　Little Yi Geng: "Brothers and sisters, please vote~"

　　
　
(End of this chapter)