Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 229 The Young Dragons

As Aemon emerged from the dragon's lair, a ray of morning light shone on his face.

He squinted and looked up.

A great sun slowly rose, its gentle light dispelling the darkness.

“Hiss—”

Vormisor stood atop the lonely mountain, its massive body resembling a bronze tower spire, crouching low as it roared at its rider.

Its wounds healed quickly, and now it's like a dragon that's been completely healed.

When Eamon saw it, a strange feeling arose in his mind.

Something seems different about Vomisol.

boom--

Vomisol flapped its wings and flew down, landing at the entrance to the dragon's nest.

"You did a great job, big guy."

Imon stepped forward and hugged it, pressing his forehead against the dragon's snout and rubbing his palm against its rough jaw.

"Roar--"

Vomitor relaxed, narrowing his vertical pupils, his throat trembling slightly as he responded to the driver's affirmation.

True gold is not afraid of fire.

Only by experiencing the battle between dragons can one be considered a complete and flawless true dragon.

It is even more noble than a real dragon, embarking on the path of ruling over all dragons.

"Let's go."

Imon climbed onto the dragon's back and settled firmly into the unchanging ancestral saddle.

With a push of its hind feet, Vomisol leaped down from the mountaintop, its large brown wings unfurling in mid-air.

Gushan is so far from Changhu Lake that you can see right to the bottom.

After two days and nights without rest, Renis looked exhausted and forced herself to stay awake, refusing to close her eyes.

"Waghar and the others should be back soon."

Lannar helped her mother up and let her lean her head against her shoulder for a while.

“There have been changes at Lonely Mountain. We’ll ask Aemon when he returns.”

Renis waved her hand in refusal, as strong-willed as ever.

Lannar looked helpless, and remained silent in the face of Lannino, who was giving a wry smile.

First, Amon and Damon clashed, crippling the otherwise healthy "Bloodworm" Korakshyu.

Another earthquake shook the earth, triggering a riot among the dragons.

Vomisor and Vaghar, unaware of the reason, almost fought to the death.

So many twists and turns in one night that it seems I've almost forgotten my original purpose.

Lannino rubbed his nose and glanced furtively at the King and Damon.

Viserys looked dejected.

Already in poor health, he had already exhausted himself after a day and a night of flying on dragons, and now he was slumped on a rock.

Damon stood with his back to the crowd, looking somber.

He stood there gazing at Lonely Mountain, like a waiting-for-husband rock.

“Hiss—”

A gust of wind swept by, blocking the rising sun and casting a lingering shadow over everyone.

Vormisol descended slowly, its wings outstretched as it landed together, making its massive body appear even more majestic.

boom!
Aemon jumped off the dragon's back and gently exhaled a breath of stale air.

A flicker of excitement crossed Viserys' eyes as he stood up from the large rock, tripping halfway down.

"..."

……

Two days later.

The King's Landing.

Red Castle, Parliament Hall.

"That's just the way it is."

Viserys turned the jade ring and slowly finished recounting what had happened.

Two specific things.

A duel between Aemon and Damon takes place on Long Lake. The victor will immediately receive a portion of the Lis treasury.

A series of events following the confrontation.

Mrs. Rhea took the initiative to dissolve the marriage, and both parties regained their freedom.

Damon has temporarily lost his dragon, and it's unknown whether he'll ever be able to ride on its back again.

Damon suffered heavy losses in this battle, even losing his clan sword "Dark Sisters".

The people in the valley are working day and night to salvage the lake.

Second thing.

Due to over-exploitation of copper mines, Gushan suddenly turned into a volcano.

A canyon has appeared in the middle of the mountain, which we will tentatively name "Dragon Valley".

Since several dragons have already built their nests and settled down, the royal family will send a group of dragon tamers to take over Dragon Valley to prevent scoundrels from spying on it.

This was something that Imon brought up himself.

"We have no objection."

Lannar said softly.

She sat third from the left at the conference table, next to Renilla, who sat second from the left.

Renilla looked bewildered, struggling to process so much information.

At Lannar's prompting, he also raised his hand to indicate that he had no objection.

The Battle of Long Lake was not only a political affair, but also a scandal within the Targaryen community.

The meeting was attended by the Imperial Ministers and family members.

Sea Serpent, Rhine, and the Lannino family all nodded in agreement, as did Alison and Otto, the queen and father-in-law, respectively.

The other royal ministers dared not offend the king.

"Then let's leave it at that and try our best to prevent news of the Battle of Changhu from spreading."

Viserys kept a straight face and never smiled.

I still vividly remember the explanation my nephew gave him the morning before yesterday.

If you can't control Damon, then let me.

The head of the family bears primary responsibility for disunity and inaction within the family.

And you, as the head of the family, are extremely unqualified.

Imon practically taunted him face-to-face.

Lies don't hurt, the truth is the sharpest knife.

Viserys was deeply hurt by these words.

His resentment towards Damon and his son Aemon was about to explode.

But it was the Battle of Long Lake that made him realize the danger of internal strife within the Dragon Clan.

When you shouldn't play dumb, you really have to be ruthless.

He's going to turn evil!

From now on, anyone who dares to disobey the king's orders will be dragged out and whipped.

The son and daughter each received ten slaps, Eamon received twenty, and Damon received a hundred slaps in a row.

"Your Majesty, what you said is very reasonable, but I still have one question."

Grand Scholar Melos spoke slowly.

"what's up?"

Viserys's expression turned slightly cold.

Melos leaned forward, glanced at Damon at the end of the same row, and looked back at the King to ask, "Where is Prince Aemon?"

I heard this morning that Prince Aemon descended upon the dragon's lair and then left in a hurry.

For such a large meeting, how could the parties involved not show up?

"..."

Viserys' face turned pale and then flushed, clearly embarrassed by the question.

……

River Valley Town.

Lonely Mountain, Dragon Valley.

Imon stepped through the dried volcanic ash and entered a smoking cave in the canyon.

"Is this a dragon egg?"

Ye Zi followed beside him, standing on tiptoe and gazing into the distance.

"Keep your voice down, don't wake the child."

Imon glared at him with displeasure.

He held a swaddled baby in his left hand and a large burlap sack in his right.

A corner of the swaddling clothes was opened, revealing a small baby with silver-gold stubble.

His half-brother, Aegon Targaryen.

Damon lost everything, and his uncle compensated him.

He agreed to his marriage to Rees.

The child was given the Targaryen surname and was given a purple dragon egg that Damon had stolen in exchange.

As agreed before the decisive battle.

Damon lost, and everything he had was inherited by Aemon.

Including this half-brother who hasn't been weaned yet.

Aemon flew to Rhys, fought his way through the Rogar estate, and took the child from his mother's arms.

He will raise them from now on.

As for whether the impact is good or bad, should King's Landing's Grand Council participate?
Imon responded with a cold laugh.

The duel is over, why would I care about your influence or participation in parliament?

If they can't even handle the final tasks properly, are the family members and the ministers in charge just sitting around doing nothing?
"He's sleeping soundly, we won't wake him."

Although Ye Zi said this, she lowered her voice.

Occasionally, it would paw at the swaddling clothes, observing the dragon cub among the humans.

Before long, they arrived at the depths of the smoking cave.

"Prince!"

An elderly dragon tamer with a solemn face came out to greet them, holding a bamboo cane.

Behind them were two dragon tamers, a man and a woman, both with buzz cuts and simple clothes made of coarse linen.

"Keep them safe and check them often."

Aemon, speaking in Higher Valyrian, handed over the large sack of hemp he was holding.

The elderly dragon tamer opened the sack, revealing five dragon eggs inside.

Imon glanced at it one last time before continuing toward the greenhouse.

Those were dragon eggs he had saved for many years.

A black dragon egg, the dragon egg that my great-grandfather put in his cradle.

The three dragon eggs—one blue, one green, and one purple—were the dragon eggs that Meng Huo had stolen when I was a child.

The dragon eggs had just been laid and the dragon tamers had not yet discovered or recorded them.

Aemon has held it for so many years without anyone noticing.

The last dragon egg, with a purple background and a black base, was the dragon egg of little Aegon in his arms.

Note: "To distinguish between the two Aegon, the Green Party's Aegon will be called Aegon or Big Aegon, and the younger one will be called Little Aegon."

"Yes, Prince."

The older dragon tamer became more solemn, holding the dragon eggs in high esteem. Deep within the cave.

A rugged path leads to several small, undeveloped caves.

The deeper you go, the higher the temperature becomes, and the air is filled with a strong smell of sulfur.

Amon walked into a side road, which led to the innermost greenhouse.

It is larger than usual, and there are artificial steps inside, with an open space below.

There was a crack in the open space, through which thick, reddish magma flowed.

Facing the interior of the volcano, even Imon felt the pressure and began to take a few deep breaths.

The leaves had long since disappeared, offering no protection against the intense heat.

At the very top of the steps, a groove is carved out.

Inside were piles of golden wheat stalks, which were the stalks from the harvested mature yellow jade wheat.

Imon put one hand in his pocket and pinched the golden-nosed rat.

"Squeak!"

The golden-nosed mouse screamed in protest; it was so hot it was almost losing its fur.

"Shut up."

Imon flicked it on the head and caught the smoke sea dragon egg that the golden-nosed rat spat out.

Oval-shaped, about the size of a ball.

It is entirely green, exuding a vibrant life force.

Imon placed the dragon egg in the groove, covered it with his palm, and gently enveloped it with the fire magic power in his blood.

This is a gentle way of nurturing that Ye Zi told him.

It's good for dragon eggs.

As for how beneficial it is, and whether it can increase the chances of hatching.

Not guaranteed.

Dragon eggs that have been kept in a warm environment can be preserved for a longer period of time.

This is enough.

"Woo~~"

After a while, the swaddled baby in my arms stirred.

Little Egan opened his eyes because of the heat, his forehead covered in fine sweat, and he squirmed and groaned.

Seeing this, Imon stopped and left.

"Don't cry, or I'll flick your little tuft."

He didn't forget to make a threat halfway through.

Just as they left the greenhouse, the elderly dragon tamer had finished setting up the remaining five dragon eggs.

Imon nodded to him and walked out of the smoking cave.

"Roar--"

Womisol lay prone in Dragon Valley, looking down at the rider who was soothing the child.

Silverwing and Gray Shadow were also there.

Two giant dragons hovered in the sky, constantly observing the environment of Dragon Valley.

Dragon Valley is very large.

Despite the volcanic ash covering the ground, there were always a few surviving green plants.

The mountain walls on both sides are solid, with a few yellowish-green vines climbing on them.

Upon closer inspection, it reveals numerous interconnected caves.

It may not be as majestic as Longshan, but it is beautiful and can be considered a good place to build a nest.

"Hiss!!"

The fourth dragon lay on the cliff, a charred sheep in its mouth, seemingly testing the bronze dragon's limits.

Vomitor glanced up with his bronze-black vertical pupils, revealing a cold glint in his eyes.

The fourth dragon was startled and abandoned the sheep that was about to be eaten, flapping its wings and flying away.

"I thought he was much braver."

Aemon looked at the fourth dragon with a smile.

A fourth dragon?
Aemon snapped out of his daze, only to see a muddy, dragon-like shadow slinking into the clouds.

Wild dragon, sheep thief.

"Were they also attracted by Lonely Mountain?"

Imon made a bold conjecture.

After the isolated mountain turned into a volcano, the fire magic in the air became slightly more intense.

Don't underestimate this little bit.

The fire magic power surrounding Longshan was also extremely thin.

That's enough for the dragons to build nests, settle down, and reproduce.

"The more dragons the better, so my offspring will have more choices."

Imon smiled.

Once the aftermath of the Battle of Changhu has subsided, he will officially get married.

Renilla is three months pregnant and will give birth next year.

He'll be having his own child soon.

Before you know it, you've become a father.

……

121AC.

Early spring, April.

Lakeside of Changhu.

A handsome young man with long, silver-gold hair sat cross-legged on the grass, fishing with a fishing rod in hand.

The young man had a languid expression, with a faint smile on his fair face.

He looks like someone who has always lived a life of luxury.

puff!
Ripples spread across the shimmering lake surface, and a series of small bubbles rose to the surface.

The young man immediately spread his legs and frantically pulled up his rod.

"Hiss!"

A giant, light gray-white dragon stood beside the young man, its head poking out to gaze at the lake, its massive body covering a large expanse of water.

"Don't worry, it's coming!"

Aemon shouted, then smiled a second later.

The fishing rod was raised, and a large fish, about a foot long, was hooked on the hook.

With a flick of his wrist, the big fish splashed onto the grass.

With a gentle flick of its light gray-white dragon tail, it stunned the lively, wriggling fish.

"You're skilled!"

"Imon laughed."

Countless feedings have fostered a tacit understanding.

"Hiss!"

The gray shadow hissed low, lowered its head, picked up the slippery fish, and swallowed it whole.

Five years have passed, and the once-young Yuu is no longer the same.

Its size grew rapidly, exceeding twenty meters.

It has smooth, light gray-white scales, a wide and thin white wing membrane, a long and slender neck and tail, and a pair of dragon horns that meander backward.

The gray-shadowed dragon's sapphire-blue vertical pupils exuded a coldness, already a mature dragon with the beginnings of its majesty.

In contrast, Imon's changes were less noticeable.

My hair has grown longer, and I've grown taller.

The boy's handsome features have transformed into a more rugged appearance, and his towering figure of six feet five inches (about 198cm) alone is enough to make people afraid to mess with him.

"It's still early, let's catch another one."

Imon glanced at the sky and decided to cast another shot.

I wonder if it was because my uncle's work efficiency improved that his stress level decreased significantly.

They once enjoyed a peaceful life of fishing and feeding dragons.

Da da da……

Two light footsteps came running at the same time, their voices preceding their arrival.

"Father!"

"..."

Imon smiled upon hearing this.

When he turned around, two silver-haired, purple-eyed girls nestled into his arms.

"Your mother is calling you to eat."

The older girl, with short, silver-gold hair, spoke up happily.

"Uh-huh."

Another, smaller girl with long, silver-gold curly hair nestled in his arms and nodded softly.

The two little girls were fair-skinned and looked to be about 3 or 4 years old.

She has a delicate and pretty appearance, neither outstanding nor ordinary.

The most amazing thing is that the two faces are almost identical.

The elder sister is Benedictine Targaryen, and the younger sister is Rhaenyar Targaryen.

The twin daughters of Eamon and Lannar.

Born in 118AC, she is exactly three years old this year.

What else did your mother say?

Aemon wrapped his arm around his eldest daughter's petite back and asked in a serious tone.

Benedictine, being cheerful, replied frankly, "She also said she needed to talk to you about something."

"Uh-huh."

Renia was rather reserved, nodding like a chick pecking at rice.

"What else did I say?"

Suddenly, Lana's soft voice rang out, and she appeared behind the father and his two daughters, lifting her sea-blue dress.

! !
Benedict and Renia stared wide-eyed.

"Don't scare them."

Aemon held the twins behind him and faced the female dragon's imposing presence alone.

Lannar rolled her eyes and said bluntly, "If you keep putting me on the opposite side, don't blame me for showing you the methods of the Valerian."

This will make your daughters rebellious.

"you're right."

Emon grinned sullenly and pushed the twins out.

Benedict and Renia: !!
The two little girls immediately rushed to their mother's side, hugging her thighs under her skirt, and pleading in soft, coquettish voices.

She tried to awaken maternal love from the repeated calls of "Mother."

"They've all learned bad habits from you."

Lannar shook her head and chuckled, then gently patted the twins' heads with both hands.

The two daughters have always lived with their father. They are very confident and courageous, and are better raised than most children.

"looking for me?"

Imon packed up his fishing gear and prepared to go home.

When Lannar brought up the serious matter, she said earnestly, "It's about Renilla's ravens. The princes are all undergoing dragon taming training, and I need you to go back and supervise them."

(End of this chapter)