Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 220 Damon goes to the valley secretly

The next day.

A great Lysian ship sailed out of the Mud Gate, its sails rustling with three red dragons painted on them.

Damon stood on the dock, looking at the ship going away, and whispered, "Brother, are you still so hard-hearted?"

"No!"

Viserys shook his head. "I am trying to make things right."

"I want a chance to start over more than atonement."

Damon's face turned cold, he turned around and walked back.

Looks very angry.

Viserys looked complicated and refused the cloak handed to him by the Kingsguard, then returned on the white wheel.

Those who were sent away were Damon's mistress and illegitimate son.

This time Damon was very honest and sent the man back to Rees without any trouble.

But beneath this calmness, he always felt a deeper gap.

On the city gate.

Aemon leaned his hands on the parapet and kept an eye on the two men.

"Uncle is still too indecisive."

Things wouldn't be so awkward if he had suggested it last night.

Lannar stayed by his side and gently comforted him, "Dissolving a marriage is not a trivial matter. The king may have his own reasons."

"Damon made the wrong bet this time."

Aemon didn't want to argue, just state the facts.

Damon thought that by returning home with his family in glory, he could change his uncle's mind and give him a chance to start over.

His uncle had lost his patience with him a long time ago, perhaps out of revenge for Damon's past actions.

Unwilling to fulfill his wish.

Lanaar sighed softly and placed her hand on Aemon's shoulder.

Aemon went to the king last night, and she knew the real reason.

No matter where the proposal comes from, the ultimate goal is to test the king's true thoughts.

It turns out.

Viserys couldn't bear to do anything to hurt Daemon.

Unable to swallow her anger, she agreed to Damon's dissolution of the marriage and indulged him even more.

"Actually, I agree with Damon getting a divorce and remarrying."

Aemon turned around and leaned his back against the parapet, looking somewhat helpless.

He has achieved crushing victory through force.

Vormisol is the main fighter, accompanied by Silver Wing and Gray Shadow.

Vhagar and Melias were also on his side.

The only weapon Damon can use is a "bloodworm" named Korakshu, and the outcome of a one-on-one duel with Womisol is unpredictable.

After ten years at most, give birth to a few children and hatch a few baby dragons.

That's nothing. A head-on war is just a toy for adult dragons.

This advantageous situation allows Damon to form a new family and expand it, which will definitely bring more benefits than disadvantages.

The conflict is too great, in the worst case scenario the father will die and the son will be kept.

It was natural for Aemon to inherit Rhys and control his half-brothers.

The Targaryens are few in number and need to strengthen their bloodline.

Dragons, on the other hand, are scarce.

Including the ownerless dragons, wild dragons and baby dragons in the family, there are a total of thirteen dragons.

Compared to the middle and lower dragon kings of the old Valyria period.

It was a weak moment when Aenar the Exile migrated to Dragonstone and the family only had five dragons.

The Targaryens are now undoubtedly much stronger and can climb to the ranks of the mid-level Dragon Kings.

But the situation needs to be judged rationally based on the background.

There used to be forty dragon families in old Valyria. It is understandable that the Targaryens could not compete with other dragon families and could not develop.

Now that Old Valyria has fallen, the Targaryens are the only remaining House of the Dragon.

There is no competitive pressure and no survival crisis.

The number of dragons in the family shouldn't be so scarce.

Some newborns are needed to convert the dragon eggs that are waiting to be hatched into cash.

"You are one step behind Rhaenyra."

Aemon suddenly smiled and pinched Lanaer's slightly bulging sexy belly.

The green skirt is slim-fitting and close-fitting, outlining the curvy figure perfectly.

"Aemon!~"

Lanna scolded softly, slapped away the mischievous hand, and blushed for the first time.

Angry!

……

It's noon.

The sky is very clear, the sky is blue and the white clouds are floating.

Looking out from Maegor's Tower, you can occasionally see a flock of seabirds flying around the dome dragon's lair, forming various shapes.

"Prince Keoren Martell wishes to tie the knot with the Iron Throne, appointing her eldest daughter, Alexandra Martell, to marry into the royal family."

At the imperial meeting, Tailan reported cautiously.

"You agreed?"

Viserys frowned, leaning back in his chair, looking ready to accuse someone.

Tailan shrank his neck and said with a wry smile, "Prince Ke'olun is very enthusiastic, really... he cannot be refused."

"How can a Dornishman be worthy of my son?"

Viserys looked disdainful.

The ministers were relatively calm, discussing the matter one by one.

After all, she is not a princess marrying out of the country, so there is no need to worry about face issues.

We won't suffer any loss when the prince gets married.

"Uh, here we go again."

Eamon slumped in his chair, listening weakly to the argument.

Just now, he had finished talking about the transformation of Slave Bay, and he was already extremely tired from listening to it.

In a sense, he had abandoned Slave Bay.

Slave Bay is home to a mix of both large and small city-states.

Among the three major slave city-states, Astapor and the newly rising New Ghis are his staunch supporters, and his orders are the golden rule.

Meereen was liberated passively, and the people's hearts were unstable.

Even if all the slave owners were killed, there would be many fools among the common people who missed the slavery system and would secretly engage in small actions.

Fortunately, the Dothraki received enough money and did not harm the civilians of Meereen, and did not have much hatred.

The slaves were freed and were grateful to Aemon the Breaker of Chains.

But Aemon saw the deep flaws in Meereen in some minor details.

Slavery was deeply rooted in people's minds, and there was an overpopulation problem and a lack of sufficient jobs.

It would take at least ten years of hard work to govern Meereen well.

Aemon was obviously unwilling to waste his energy in Meereen, thousands of miles away from home.

After a series of major events including obtaining dragon eggs, appeasing civilians, liberating slaves and sending away the Dothraki.

Withdraw from Meereen decisively.

Astapor is governed by a small council, and Meereen is the proxy of this small council.

After all, among the parties that contributed, Aemon and the Dothraki did not want a city-state, and the small council of Astapor was eager to rule Meereen.

But Aemon believed that this reign would not last long.

Once the problem of Meereen's squeeze breaks out, there will inevitably be a wave of independence, ending the rule of foreigners.

By then, Slave Bay will once again restore the situation of mutual restraint among the three city-states.

The difference is that.

Astapor is on track to becoming a true free trade city-state.

Meereen will be torn apart.

The liberated slaves were unwilling to return to their past slavery, but they had no new way out and their survival could not be guaranteed.

In the end, it goes to one extreme after another.

Yunkai was still a slave city-state, sandwiched between two liberated city-states.

Aemon has the ability to liberate Yunkai as well.

But, it's not necessary.

A slave-based Yunkai is a good and useful Yunkai.

After all, they are all liberated.

The liberated slaves had no one to compare themselves to, so who would still remember the kindness of His Royal Highness the Prince?

And they are all liberated.

The number of freed slaves was too large, and more than half of them had no food to eat.

They must not recall the good old days when they were beaten and scolded by their slave masters, and then turn around and degrade His Royal Highness the Prince who liberated them into the mud.

Why bother.

That's fine now.

The two liberated city-states were hostile to the slave city-state of Yunkai, and Meereen was at odds with Astapor, forming a situation of three cities standing side by side.

Wait until Slave Bay is almost exhausted.

Aemon, the revered Breaker of Chains, raised his arm and called upon Slaver's Bay to embrace him.

By then, he would have children.

Arrange your offspring to govern the city-state and easily retake the homeland of Valyria.

"Promised to Keoren Martell, which of my sons do you want to marry a Dornish woman?"

While Aemon was in a slump, Viserys was arguing with his ministers.

From what he said, it's clear that he really disdains the Dornishmen.

Lionel hesitated for a moment, then bravely said, "Your Majesty, Aegon is the oldest of the princes, so he might be a good choice."

Marriage can solve the war, so why not agree to it?

Besides, Prince Aegon was not the heir.

Viserys was furious, his eyes widened and he was about to curse.

"I agree with what Lord Leonor said."

Otto raised his hands, looking relaxed and secretly happy.

It was a foregone conclusion that Rhaenyra would inherit the throne, and the Hightower family alone could not change it.

It would be a great thing if I could attract a strong foreign aid for my grandson.

"Is Dorn so attractive to you?"

Viserys' face turned red with anger, his fingers were shaking, and he turned his head to look around at the expressions of the other ministers.

Sea snakes need not be mentioned.

He was one of the instigators of the usurpation. He sat back in his chair, not afraid of the king's gloomy look.

Grand Maester Melos and Otto wore the same trousers.

He drooped his head and pretended to be dead, with his eyes looking at his nose and his nose looking at his heart.

Only the old man Lin Man frowned and muttered, "I heard that Dornish women are promiscuous before marriage. They may not be good matches."

Viserys felt much better after hearing this, but it had no practical effect.

Most of the ministers present supported the marriage, and believed that the marriage could indeed maximize the benefits.

"If all else fails, Emond is also a good candidate."

Otto kept giving advice: "From an age point of view, Aemond and Alexandra are more compatible."

Viserys said nothing, but his refusal was evident in his words.

The second son is also a son!

"His Majesty……"

Leonor thought about it and was about to persuade him.

Tuk-tuk-tuk——

There was a knock on the hall door and a Kingsguard walked in.

"Your Majesty, Prince Daemon has left on his dragon."

Viserys was startled when he heard this, and asked in confusion, "Where can he go?"

The Kingsguard hesitated for a moment, then confirmed, "Looking at the direction, it seems to be the valley."

Going to the Vale means going north, which is significantly different from going east to Dragonstone and Lys.

"When did you leave?"

Viserys had an idea and was immediately shocked.

boom!
On the other side, Imon slammed the table, stood up suddenly, and rushed out the door with murderous eyes.

Damon!

If my mother loses a single hair, I will kill you.

"The dragon handlers came from the dragon's lair, which means Prince Daemon has been gone for some time."

The Kingsguard was intimidated by the Prince's aggressive attitude and hurriedly gave the details.

Aemon ran down the stairs without stopping and headed straight for the dragon's lair.

"Aemon."

Viserys stared at his nephew's back in a daze.

……

The next day, it was bright and clear.

As the sun rose, a giant bronze dragon blocked out the sunlight and flew over the Runestone City in the valley, hovering over it.

Boom——

Womisol folded his wings and landed with a bang.

Aemon was extremely anxious. He turned over and jumped off the dragon's back, and his toes trampled a deep hole in the grass.

The man and the dragon flew for a day and a night without any rest.

He dared not slow down.

In the past, there was still a vague understanding of Damon's pride.

Now that Damon has been pushed to this point, who can guarantee that he won't do something?

"Hiss... Ga..."

Suddenly, a sharp scream was heard outside Fushi City.

Aemon turned around suddenly.

At the foot of the thick moss-covered city wall, Korakshu stretched his neck and looked in his direction with his pupils erect.

Korac recognized him.

Those pupils with an inquiring look seemed to be saying:

I let you touch me when I was a kid.

Aemon's heart sank. He didn't expect that Daemon was one step ahead of him.

"Your Highness the Prince."

"Prince..."

Aemon walked into the gate of Runestone City. The old man in the castle saw him and greeted him from a distance.

This move made him feel a little relieved.

On the surface, everything seemed fine, which meant that Damon did not show any hostility as soon as he arrived.

It's better than seeing charred corpses all over the floor when he walked in.

Nearing the chimney-like castle, Aemon said nothing, his hands on the hilts of the "Lady of Loneliness" and "Lamentation" respectively.

The sword guard made a crisp sound, and the sword tip was slightly unsheathed.

Since neither side can ride a dragon, let's compete in martial arts.

It can also avoid a dragon fight.

"Your Highness the Prince."

The guard saw that it was him and was about to open the door.

Just then, the door was pushed open from the inside.

A spacious hall appeared, and a figure walked out angrily.

"Damon!"

Aemon shouted and rushed forward immediately.

Damon was startled by the shouting. When he saw who was coming, he frowned and asked, "Why are you here?"

"I should ask you this question."

Aemon's face was frosty and he drew his sword from its sheath with both hands.

"Boy, don't be impulsive."

Damon glanced over, his expression calm but his tone impatient.

He had had enough of being humiliated today.

"After I take you down, I'll ask the questions clearly."

Aemon had no time for that.

"Damn it, what the hell is going on?"

Damon cursed inwardly and grasped the clan sword "Dark Sister" at his waist.

The three Valyrian steel swords gleamed coldly, and were about to collide and create sparks.

"Stop it all!"

Suddenly, a delicate shout interrupted the ongoing fight.

Yimeng looked over and asked in surprise, "Mom?"

Then Madam Leia appeared in front of the door, her slender eyebrows tightly furrowed, glancing at the two silver-haired men.

I look down upon everyone equally.

"You all right, Mom?"

Aemon looked him up and down to make sure he wasn't hurt.

"What do you say?"

Lady Leia looked disgusted, crossed her arms over her chest, and pointed her finger at Damon: "Give him the courage to threaten me in Runestone City."

"As long as you're okay."

Aemon retracted his sword and laughed.

"idiot!"

Damon's face was gloomy. He sheathed his sword and tried to leave again.

Aemon's smile disappeared, and he raised his sword to block his way.

How can I let you go without explaining things clearly?

I looked up at my mother, asking what happened.

"He came to discuss divorce with me."

Lady Rhea remained calm and said with great sarcasm: "If I could, I would have wanted to do this a long time ago, and I would be happy to introduce him to a sheep from the valley."

That means the talks broke down.

Aemon guessed roughly.

Lady Rhea gave a direct answer: "Several years ago, I filed for divorce many times on the grounds of being a widow, but the king always found excuses to reject my request."

Queen Alysanne drafted widowhood laws and agreed to improve some marriage laws.

If a husband cheats on his wife and abandons his children, the original wife is allowed to file for divorce.

However, most women cannot survive without their husbands, so these are rare exceptions.

Hearing this, Aemon was completely relieved and took back the "Lady of Silence" that was blocking him.

Dimon came to file for divorce, not for anything else.

"Let him go."

Lady Rhea turned her head away, indicating that she didn't want to see Damon.

At the same time, I secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

God knows how much pressure she was under before.

Daemon married and had children in Lys, but the king refused to recognize the woman he married later on the grounds that he already had a first wife.

Under this premise, there is only one way Damon can give his wife and children status.

She gave up her seat!
And the king doesn't agree to their divorce, so...

Madam Leia's expression changed, her hands clenched lightly in front of her chest, and a thin layer of sweat seeped out of her palms.

When she saw the slender, snake-like scarlet dragon, she ordered her men to stuff Jen Sifu into the tomb.

The body and mind are always tense.

Even when Damon failed to reach an agreement and was about to leave, she did not relax at all.

It was not until I saw my son's face that my heart, which had been hanging in the balance, finally settled down.

"no problem."

Aemon nodded slightly.

Damon snorted disdainfully, too lazy to argue with the bronze bitch.

Yimeng raised his hand again to stop him and simply asked, "Have you eaten?"

Damon glanced at him, with nothing to say.

"I'm hungry, can I have something to eat?"

Aemon stared.

In fact, this was the second time in our lives that the three of us had gotten together.

The last time was when I met Damon for the first time.

Although Mom and Damon were opposites, the impression they left on him was acceptable.

This reunion made him look at her with new eyes.

He actually learned to condescend and negotiate with his most hated original wife.

Aemon wanted to talk to him.

If we can talk.

(End of this chapter)