Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 194: Aemon: Digging a Hole, Digging a Hole
Aemon's eyelids twitched.

I'll marry a two-year-old girl and ask her to help change her diapers.

Keoren held his daughter in his arms and said proudly, "My daughter, Alexandra Martell, the future Princess of Dorne."

That look is a typical daughter-con man.

"I have several engagements on my shoulders."

Yimon shook his head and recommended, "I have three cousins ​​whose ages are more suitable."

"The king's son, let my daughter choose?"

Koolen was surprised.

"The king's legitimate son is more sincere."

Eamon said calmly

With his support behind her, Rainier's status as heir is secure.

The three Aegon brothers are very good marriage materials.

Especially young Aegon, who married a Dornish princess, completely eliminated the possibility of inheriting the Iron Throne politically.

"I will definitely think about it carefully."

Keolun never expected that such a good thing would happen.

"I will inform my uncle so that he can be mentally prepared."

Yimon took precautions in advance.

He was just a matchmaker, and the marriage partner was not something he, the regent, could decide on.

Kooren nodded, understanding.

"Hmm~"

A soft little voice whispered.

The two of them looked down.

Alexandra puffed out her cheeks and stretched out her small body to grab Aemon opposite her.

Because he was trying too hard, he was groaning.

Aemon looked up, his eyes questioning.

what's the situation?
Keolun frowned, realizing that things were not that simple.

"White, so white..."

Alexandra managed to utter half a sentence, then suddenly said, "Beautiful."

The little body pounced forward and opened its little arms as if asking for a hug.

Aemon suddenly realized.

At such a young age, he is still a face lover.

Good, good vision.

"Woo... hug..."

Even though Alexandra was still young and could barely speak clearly, she had already understood the ways of the world.

Yimon smiled calmly, stood up and picked up the little girl with black hair and yellow skin.

There are many people with black hair and yellow skin in the world.

The Martell family is a mixed race of Dornish natives and Rhoynar. They have black hair and black eyes, but their skin is yellowish and pale.

He didn't like the Dornish.

But he is still very tolerant towards young and discerning girls.

Koolen was a little dazed.

Watching his daughter happily throwing herself into the other's arms, he giggled like a greedy little cat who had stolen something.

Aemon gave him a provocative look and pinched the little girl's smooth face.

Keolun suddenly felt like he had eaten a dead fly.

"If you can believe me, I can take her to King's Landing. The king and queen will not be harsh on an innocent little girl."

Eamonn suggested.

He paused, then looked at the beautiful black-haired mature woman standing beside him and said, "The princess can come along, take care of Alexandra, and discuss the details of the marriage in person."

"me?"

The Dornish princess was surprised and pointed her finger at herself.

"Don't even think about it!"

Keolun's expression changed quickly, and he stood up and stood in front of his wife.

Aemon was stunned for a moment.

"Once you have conquered Myr, we will discuss the marriage."

Keolun snatched back his precious daughter who was reluctant to leave, and the word "caution" was almost written on his face.

Everyone in the Seven Kingdoms knows that Regent Aemon likes mature women.

The Princess of Dorne still looks charming, but her actual age is in her early twenties.

To entrust your wife and daughter to him is like sending a sheep into a tiger's mouth.

Eamon: ...

It seems that he has discovered the reason for being rejected, but he is not quite able to accept it.

Who spread the truth...nonsense.

After a cup of tea.

With his reputation damaged, Aemon rode on Wormithor and flew away safely from Sunspear.

It was almost dusk.

The red clouds and the bronze dragon fly away into the sunset.

"Do we really want to have trade and marriage?"

The Dornish princess held her husband's arm and spoke softly.

Keolun stood in front of the balcony, looking at the dragon's receding figure.

He was silent at first, then smiled and said, "The marriage is a bait, the key lies in the trade."

Princess Dorne was puzzled.

Wasn't it agreed that the Iron Throne would set up a trade market in the Stepstones on the condition that Dorne would not send troops to interfere?

"The owner of the Stepstone Islands changes every few years, and no one can truly conquer it."

Ke'olun's eyes were deep as he said, "He hasn't taken Mir yet, so we can still negotiate with others."

"with who?"

"Lys and Tyrosh."

……

In the evening, when day and night alternate.

Rees, inner city.

"Run away!"

"Dragon... Such a big fire..."

"Guards, guards..."

There were gray and white buildings on both sides of the bridge, and a large number of people in luxurious clothes were running around like headless flies.

A team of well-equipped mercenaries emerged from the densely populated streets.

Block the path of wealthy businessmen and governors, and wield the butcher knife without reservation.

"Hiss... Ga..."

Suddenly, a scarlet dragon shadow flashed across the sky, accompanied by a sharp and piercing cry.

Someone in the crowd looked up.

boom--

A scarlet dragon as long as a snake descended from the sky. Its large dark red wings crushed a small house, and the debris splashed over everyone's heads.

"Dragon Flame, Korakhuu!"

Damon looked indifferent, and gave orders from a superior position.

Korakxiu's pupils were sharp, he stretched out his flexible neck, opened his dragon mouth and spewed out red dragon flames.

"No no no!"

"help me……"

"..."

The dragon flame was in the form of a pillar of fire, spewing back and forth as if it was free.

The wealthy businessmen and governors wailed and screamed, and died in the flames in despair.

The time comes at night.

"Hiss... Ga..."

Korak was gnawing on a charred corpse and chirping in alarm.

Lisandra looked nervous and walked closer to report: "Your Majesty, all eleven governors of Rees are here, and all the disobedient wealthy merchants have been eliminated one by one."

Damon glanced at him sideways, his eyes fixed on the raging fire in the distance.

He and the Rogaard family planned a coup in Lys.

Invite all governors and wealthy businessmen to the banquet, and catch them all after they are sent out.

Simple, crude, and effective.

"We don't have enough slave soldiers. We only have two regiments of mercenaries with 3,500 men."

Lisandra said distressedly: "I should have plundered the coffers of the governors and wealthy merchants to buy a 100% loyal Unsullied, but Astapor no longer sells slaves."

Lys is the city-state with the most funds and the weakest military force in the Three Cities Alliance.

Slave soldiers are useless and mercenaries have ulterior motives.

For Lysandre, who likes high risks and high returns, he prefers to buy an army of Unsullied at a high price.

Even one or two thousand is fine.

"Stop talking in my ear."

Damon interrupted impatiently and got straight to the point: "Reese's obstacles are clear, what do you want to crown me?"

"Uh……"

Lisandro was speechless for a moment.

"Hiss!"

Korakxiu turned the dragon's head, and its sharp dragon snout opened slightly, revealing fangs as sharp as scimitars.

Damon said nothing, his eyes expressionless.

The invisible pressure is like a mountain.

"anytime."

Lisandro said quickly: "Your Majesty."

"very good."

Damon looked away.

After patting Korakshu's back, the scarlet dragon spread its wings and flew into the air.

"and many more……"

Lisandra held out his hand, but had not yet finished what he was saying.

He groped in his bosom and pulled out an envelope with "Handy's Spear" printed on it.

A message from Sunspear's ravens.

……

Time goes back to before the sun sets.

Broken arm angle.

Womisol flew out of the vast desert and changed direction to the north.

Aemon looked disgusted and whispered: "The Dornishmen are not trustworthy at all."

Throughout history, the opinions of Dornish people are polarized. Positive: Indomitable, relatively equal, and value family ties.

Negative: ruthless, dishonest, and has no bottom line...

Without knowing Dorne's weak spot, any agreement is not worth a bronze star.

Two items: trade and marriage.

When the truth comes, I don’t know what kind of trouble will be caused.

Fortunately, he did not ask Dorne to abide by the agreement, but just wanted to buy some time to attack Myr.

Not disturbing the rear is the greatest kindness of the Dornish people.

"Go back to King's Landing, Wormithor!"

Aemon smiled.

Johanna sneaked into Myr, and both Myr and Tyroshi mercenaries suffered heavy losses, and Myr was split into two by internal strife.

The time has come.

Before the attack, he wanted to give his uncle a shot of vaccination to prevent his heart from being unable to withstand the stress in middle age.

By the way, he took up the royal throne and assembled an army.

Make full use of the convenience brought by your identity and keep calling people.

Ok……

You also have to be careful with Sea Snake and Damon, these two old fools are not easy to deal with.

Then recruit another army from the valley to replace the garrison of the Stone Steps Islands.

The Unsullied, the Second Sons, and the Seagull Town Navy were all dispatched to hone their skills in a war of blood and fire.

In this world full of old fools.

All His Royal Highness can do is keep digging holes, digging holes, and digging holes...

Only when others fall into the pit can he walk smoothly.

……

Three days later.

King's Landing, Dragon's Lair.

Rhaenyra was taking her brothers and sisters to see the dragon when a strong wind blew from outside the bronze gate.

"Hiss-"

Womisoer crouched down and crawled into the tall and majestic dome-shaped dragon's lair.

"Cousin!"

Emond's eyes lit up and he ran over.

The little guy is only 6 years old, but he runs quite fast.

Rainier was equally surprised and came closer, holding her younger brother and sister by the hand.

"Take it down with you."

Remember to warn the dragon handler in High Valyrian.

"Hiss!"

Araxes had grown to the size of a sheepdog and was gnawing on a charred sheep carcass.

The dragon trainer holds a bamboo stick and slowly drives it back to its underground nest.

"Stop, Vermithor."

Aemon rolled off the dragon's back.

Womisoel snorted, shook off the trembling dragon handler, and curled up in a corner of the dragon's lair hall.

At its size, it is unrealistic to dig an underground nest large enough for it to move around.

As early as the beginning of the year, it enjoyed the same treatment as Balerion and Vhagar.

Rest in the empty Dragon Cave Hall.

"Eamon, why did you come back so suddenly?"

Rhaenyra was so overwhelmed with joy that she threw her arms around Aemon's waist.

"homesick."

Aemon chuckled, sweet as always.

"I miss you too."

Rhaenyra rolled her eyes at him.

Even though I knew it was just a coaxing remark, I still couldn't help but curl my lips.

"Shameful."

Looking at his elder sister's infatuated look, 9-year-old Yi Geng pouted.

Bang!
Rhaenyra's face turned cold and she kicked him hard on the butt.

Aegon was angry but dared not say anything. He just stood aside, rubbing his butt.

The position of younger brother in the family is beginning to take shape.

"Just deserve a beating."

Rainier snorted coldly and stopped looking at her bully brother.

Aemon looked odd.

Looking at Rainier's appearance, it seems like she is getting used to it.
When he had had an attack before, Rhaenyra had not been so violent.

His Royal Highness couldn't help but touch his chin.

Worry about future married life.

Is this domestic violence against me?
It’s not easy for a sister to hit her brother back.

"You came back, what's the matter?"

After Rhaenyra finished teaching Aegon a lesson, she asked Aemon in the same tone.

Imon was stunned.

"No, I've gotten used to it lately."

Rhaenyra realized something was wrong and explained with her cheeks burning.

Aegon really deserves a beating.

Either he lifts up the maid's skirt or he talks nonsense.

Aemon understood.

Taking care of children is bound to drive you crazy.

Pulling Rhaenyra to whisper: "Fighting Myr, do you want to go?"

Rhaenyra nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

She wanted to go so badly.

"Can you mobilize the royal fleet of Dragonstone?"

Aemon asked.

Rhaenyra raised her head and chest and smiled crookedly: "Of course, my prestige is very great."

Aemon glanced toward the soft hills.

It’s really big, I want to pinch it.

"Aemon?"

Rainier immediately noticed that the magnetic voice had a hint of teasing.

"Come on, follow me to see uncle."

Imon turned serious in an instant.

It's human nature.

……

The Red Fort, the king's palace.

Viserys was in a bad mood. He lay flat on the couch, his face full of worry and confusion.

My nephew is very good.

But he was so outstanding that he felt heavy in his heart.

It's like being coveted by a sea snake.

The valley is not so difficult to deal with, after all, it is still within the territory of the Seven Kingdoms.

The Stone Islands and the Free Trade City-States clearly exceeded the red line in his heart.

"Oh, I wish you were my son."

Viserys sighed deeply and took a sip of his wine sadly.

He was often ashamed of his weakness.

However, he didn't feel any psychological pressure.

Because human character is determined by the gods.

But when facing his nephew, he was always entangled in suspicion and guilt.

My nephew is very good.

He was engaged to Rhaenyra and took on the heavy responsibility of being regent.

The gorge is so chaotic, he doesn't need to worry about it.

After each victory, someone would be sent back to deliver gifts.

Liberate Astapor and send eight ships of cargo to King's Landing, worth more than a quarter of the treasury.

But he still couldn't help being on guard, imagining that his nephew had done something rebellious behind his back.

Viserys's face darkened and he slammed the armrest of his chair: "Damn Daemon!!"

It's all Damon's fault.

If my nephew had a normal family, he would be a very obedient and sensible child.

All delayed by the incompetent father!
Boom boom boom!
Just as he finished scolding, there was a knock on the door.

"Uncle, I'm coming in."

Eamon's cheerful voice came through the door.

Viserys started at the words, sitting up in the couch and smoothing the wrinkled blanket over his legs.

He still has some idol baggage when it comes to his nephew.

"Come in."

Yimon waited for a full eight seconds before his uncle's deep voice came from the bedroom.

Crunch!

The door opened and Aemon stepped inside.

"When did you come back?"

Viserys was slightly surprised, then smiled kindly.

"Thank you for your hard work, sir."

Rhaenyra thanked him and followed him in with her hands behind her back.

Sir Harold stood guard at the door, met the king's gaze, and smiled back.

The king hadn't laughed for a long time.

Viserys was helpless.

This old guy has learned to read people's expressions at his age.

"Uncle, I miss you so much."

Aemon smiled and stepped forward.

Viserys was blocked from view, and said with disgust: "You came to see me on your own initiative, it must be up to no good."

A bad boy who doesn't do anything without profit

"Good thing."

Aemon pulled up a chair and sat on it. He smiled and said, "I have chosen a good match for Aegon. If you agree, I will bring him to you."

(End of this chapter)