Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 231 The Pink Death God's Hiccup~~
"Father!"

With a cheer, Jahelis pounced on the target like a cannonball.

Amon pressed down on his forehead to force the brakes, chuckling, "You brat, trying to play these tricks on your father."

You're so short, your forehead is right in front of your hip.

If you headbutt her, your mother will be a widow for the rest of her life.

"Father, did you just come back from the valley?"

Jaeheris remained happy and asked questions with great interest.

"My mom has been talking about you these past few days, saying you'll come back from the valley."

"Yes, I came back to check on your dragon taming progress."

Imon vigorously rubbed his head.

Jaeheris, sporting a head of messy, silver-gold curly hair, beamed with pride: "I can command the sun now."

Compared to his two pampered sisters, the older brother, who was raised frugally, was a bit too eager to show off.

"I saw it all just now."

Imon nodded slightly and praised, "Well done."

Try not to be a disappointing parent.

Jahelis smiled happily, pulling his father to watch the baby dragon Sunny feast, occasionally calling out to interact with the baby dragon.

The young dragon cooperated well, its throat bobbing as it emitted hissing sounds.

Each time it cries out, the diamond-shaped thorns on its back tremble slightly, like antennas that enhance its senses.

Imon accompanied him quietly.

While observing this young dragon, born with ancient Valyrian magic and whose bloodline differed from that of the Targaryen family.

The sea dragon egg almost failed to hatch.

It was something that Eamon had acquired through sheer spending money over a year ago after obtaining the [Incubator], which was worth 800 points of magic essence, from the magic essence panel.

The impression this young dragon gave him greatly changed his perception of dragons.

Each of the dragons in the family is like a blazing flame.

The young dragon, Qingtian, is more like a phosphorescent flame hidden in the natural forest.

It is more vigorous in its vitality, but also more dangerous.

"I will soon become a dragon rider. My mother said she rode a dragon and flew over King's Landing when she was 7 years old. Maybe I can do it too."

Jahelis was full of anticipation.

"Small."

"Imon said."

"What's too small?"

Jaheris didn't understand.

"The target is too small."

Aemon arrogantly raised his chin and said indifferently, "You are my son. Riding a dragon is nothing. Fighting with your dragon is the first step on your path to growth."

"Wow!"

Jaeheris looked on with adoration, deeply captivated by his father's words.

Eamon turned his head slightly, avoiding his son's clear yet foolish gaze.

I feel so guilty for deceiving my own son.

However, children should set lofty goals from a young age.

If he's two years older, he won't be so easy to fool.

"Alright, spend some more time with your dragon."

Imon set his sights on another entrance to the dragon pit, where several silver-haired boys were gathered.

The time spent talking between father and son.

Darren and Little Aegon entered the dragon pit and, under Aemond's expectant yet apprehensive gaze, led out a pink sow.

The sow gave birth to a fat head and big ears, and her big buttocks swayed as she walked.

A rope was tied around its waist, with a broom serving as wings on each side.

"Hang Chih Chih..."

When it was moved in front of Imond, it even hummed a couple of times to please him.

The moment it appeared, Imond's mood plummeted, and he lowered his head, not even daring to look at the mocking expressions on his friends' faces.

“Imond, this is the surprise we prepared for you: a dangerous dragon.”

Aegon couldn't contain his laughter and put his arm around his younger brother's shoulder.

"Look, it's the Pink Reaper!!"

Darren and Egon cheered.

Imond closed his eyes, trying to block out his hearing as well.

Aegon persisted, whispering in her ear, "Be careful when you ride it; the first time you fly is always difficult."

As he spoke, he imitated a pig's grunt and made two loud grunts.

This drew another round of laughter from Darren and Egan.

Of the four boys...

No, it should be that out of the five boys, including Jaeheris, four of them have dragons.

Aegon tamed Sunfire, and Daeron had a cobalt blue dragon named Terserion who was close to him on Dragonstone. The dragon egg in Aegon's cradle hatched, and a purple baby dragon named Stormcloud emerged.

Now Jahelis has tamed the baby dragon Sunny.

Of the five boys, only Imond remained alone.

Aegon's plan succeeded, and he retreated with a satisfied smile.

They also took away Darren and Little Aegon, two clueless accomplices.

"Aegon!"

Only Imond remained standing there, staring at the sow who had humiliated him and muttering softly.

Born of Targaryen, dragon riding is a talent bestowed upon him by his bloodline.

From the brief family history taught by the scholar, it can be seen that the family had few members in the first few generations, and the number of dragons they owned was also very small.

A combination of factors has resulted in a very small actual number of dragon riders.

By his generation, both the family's population and the dragon had grown significantly.

Within the royal family alone, there are two true dragon riders: the eldest sister Rhaenyra and Aegon.

Among the elders are his aunt Rhaenys and his uncle Damon, who was once a dragon rider.

Even among his cousins, his eldest cousin Aemon Targaryen possessed the world's most ferocious dragon, Vormisor the Bronze Wrath.

My cousin, Little Aegon, has a young dragon named Stormcloud that he can't ride yet.

Lannar, the cousin from the Valerian Empire, possesses Vaghar, the oldest and largest founding dragon in the world, while her cousin Lannino has a sea smoke.

Even his cousin Aemon Targaryen followed the Conqueror's example, marrying both Lannard and Rhaenyra at the same time, and fathering three little dragon riders.

One small family has six dragon riders.

In this environment where dragon riders are plentiful, Imond, who has no dragons, naturally stands at the bottom of the food chain.

And because the family no longer had a suitable unclaimed dragon, his father began to have some complaints about him.

She would often lament that none of her three sons could hatch a dragon egg.

Unlike his nephew Emon, whose three children each incubated a dragon egg.

She is truly a role model for childbirth.

"Huh!~"

Imond let out a sigh of relief, releasing the pent-up frustration in his chest.

They are no longer connected.

That's an extreme way of thinking.

Imond stared blankly at the dark dragon pit, his leaden legs involuntarily taking steps.

In that dragon pit lived a masterless giant dragon from the same era as Vomisol.

Snapped!
A large hand slapped on my shoulder, the crisp sound particularly jarring.

Imond jolted awake, snapping out of his daze.

Looking up, I saw my cousin Imon's handsome face.

"What's wrong, are you lost?"

Amon asked casually.

"no no……"

Imond stammered and couldn't answer.

Only when he saw the other person's smile turn playful did he suddenly realize that he was actually at the entrance of the Dragon Pit.

Before we knew it, we were almost inside the dragon pit.

Imon patted him on the shoulder, indicating that he didn't need to explain, and sighed, "My uncle has repeatedly warned us not to go near Dreamfire."

"I...I know."

Imond lowered his head in shame.

What they were talking about was actually a tradition that had been subtly passed down since the time of their great-grandfather, Jaeharis I.

Do not tame egg-laying female dragons unless absolutely necessary.

To provide the mother dragon with a relatively stable environment so that more dragons can be propagated for the family.

Except for female Targaryens.

After the era of Queen Visenia and Queen Rhaenys, few female dragon riders participated in Targaryen battles.

Renis and Lannar are an exception.

Furthermore, Waghal is too old and has almost stopped laying eggs.

Aside from laying one brood of dragon eggs when she was young, Melias, like an older female dragon whose water and electricity have been cut off, has never laid dragon eggs again.

Dreamfire and Silverwing became the main egg-laying animals and were also the family's key protected species.

Especially in recent years, after several major wars, Viserys has placed greater emphasis on this tradition, repeatedly warning his sons not to fantasize about taming Dreamfire, one of the second-generation dragons.

They were just relying on the Dream Fire to show off their power.

"But they all have dragons!"

Suddenly, it was as if Imond's pent-up grievances finally erupted.

"A pig?" Aemon had already spotted the "Pink Death" long ago.

Aymond's expression shifted, like a defeated rooster, and he said with his head drooping, "Aegon mocked me because I was weak."

Are you weak?

Amon countered with a question.

Imond pursed his lips and said in a low voice, "Father thinks so too."

That's really bad.

Imon sighed helplessly.

Given that all the siblings have dragons, and all the nephews and nieces have dragons.

A dragonless Imond certainly stands out.

In Westeros, where strength is revered, one is inevitably perceived as weak.

Upon hearing this, Imond lowered his head even further.

"Don't worry too much about it. You're still young. Your uncle and Damon were both in their twenties when they first rode on a dragon's back."

Imon spoke frankly, laughing, "That's the normal age for taming dragons."

This generation of Targaryens is truly extraordinary, with no more than 12 years old taming dragons.

Renilla was the worst; at just 7 years old, she was already riding a dragon and flying all over the sky.

"Thank you."

Imond felt a little better and forced a smile.

What's the point of using age as a way to appease someone?
The family still doesn't have a suitable unclaimed dragon.

Does he have to wait until he's twenty to hatch a dragon egg, and then wait another ten years for it to grow to the size of a dragon that can fly?

Even so, it is still no match for Aegon's Sunfire.

He will be inferior to others his whole life.

"Call Xiao Jie, let's go back to Red Castle for dinner."

Imon could tell that the kid wasn't taking it to heart, and he didn't care.

Resources are limited and available on a first-come, first-served basis.

To change this, a stray dragon would have to fall from the sky, be lured into its lair, and have its gates locked.

……

Red Castle.

As Eamon led his son through the door, he saw Renilla with an unfriendly expression and her arms crossed.

"Oh no, you're in trouble."

Jaeheris winked.

Snapped!
A slap on the back of the head, and he immediately shut up.

"Xiao Jie, go play with your uncles."

Renilla glanced at Eamon and gently sent her son away.

Jaheris quickly fled the scene.

After the children left.

Imon coughed lightly to cover his embarrassment and stepped forward, saying, "Why did you call me back so urgently? Is there something important?"

"Can't I call you if there's nothing wrong?"

Renilla was very impolite.

Imon raised an eyebrow, put his arm around the other's shoulder, and said domineeringly, "I'm coming back now."

They just have to put something greasy on you.

Renilla rolled her eyes, shoved him away with her shoulder, and asked bluntly, "You saw what happened at the Dragon's Lair today, didn't you?"

"uh-huh."

Imon nodded slightly.

It's hard to miss.

Renilla said seriously, "The way they interact won't work."

“Aegon is a bad boy, he made a terrible joke.”

Aemon smiled.

"A joke is only funny if everyone finds it funny."

Renilla raised an eyebrow and grabbed Eamon's collar: "They need a real man to lead them."

Imon's lips twitched.

Who would have thought that Renée, whose position was secure, would become the person who cared most about the Green Party's children?

This was especially true for Imond, who was being bullied.

It's so unpredictable.

"Did you hear that?"

Renilla widened her almond-shaped eyes, exuding an even more domineering aura than Emon.

"Mmm," Imon replied dismissively.

Boys roughhousing and engaging in bullying based on social status are normal parts of growing up.

Who hasn't experienced these things when they were a child?

……Um
Imon did not.

His Highness the Prince has held grudges since childhood and acts on the spot whenever something happens.

Imond said he was weak, but he was patient and resilient.

He's not weak, yet he doesn't dare to fight back on the spot.

He and Aegon are only three years apart in age. Whether it's a sneak attack or putting him in a sack, it's not difficult for him to give his real-life older brother a good beating.

Even if Aegon retaliated afterward, it's impossible for him to ride Yangyan to give his brother a perm.

Ultimately, it comes down to individual personality differences.

Imond got stuck in a rut, believing that all suffering stemmed from the absence of dragons.

Instead of acknowledging their own strengths, they compare their weaknesses to the strengths of others.

Unfortunately, people with this kind of personality won't listen to others until they've achieved self-identity.

Extremely stubborn.

"It's agreed that you'd discipline them for me and for my father."

Renilla got what she wanted, and a touch of naivety appeared on her beautiful face.

"it is good."

Aemon gently embraced her, his eyes scanning her up and down.

Renilla looks like she's dressed up specially today.

She wore a fitted black off-shoulder dress, her long silver-gold hair cascading naturally down her back, black sandals, and exquisite jewelry adorning her fingers.

"I have just finished a royal meeting."

"Renera said in a low voice."

The slightly shy tone seemed to be sending some kind of signal.

Eamon couldn't help but hug her tighter, a sweet, creamy scent swirling around his nose, and he buried his head in the snow-white crook of her neck, hidden by her long, silver-gold hair.

Even after becoming a mother, Renilla's looks and figure remain those of the most formidable women in the Seven Kingdoms.

Moreover, they enjoy a high social status and possess an irresistible sense of accomplishment.

"Damon's wife is about to give birth again, so we can have another girl soon."

Renilla tilted her head and pressed it against Eamon's cheek, wrapping her arms around his neck and speaking softly.

She felt that Eamon preferred his daughter.

She also wants to have a daughter, and has even thought of a name for her.

"You want to have a Visenian?"

When he heard Damon's name, Amon paused slightly, then chuckled and said.

Before Queen Emma died in childbirth, Renéeira named her unborn child Visonia, hoping it would be a girl.

After giving birth, Lanaer was even more conflicted about whether or not to give up Visonia's name.

In the end, I couldn't bear to part with it.

Lannar didn't plan to use the name Vissania either.

Beckham's name is a more traditional Targaryen name, while Rae's name is in honor of his maternal grandmother, Rhaenys.

"you guessed right."

Renilla smiled charmingly.

"Elbow, come into the house with me."

Before Imon could even finish sucking the dragon's breath, Renilla impatiently dragged him into her bedchamber.

He slammed the door shut, blocking the view of outsiders.

A few small heads peeked out from the corner of the corridor.

Jaheris, crouching at the bottom, muttered, "A fight! A fight!"

Little Aegon, Daren, and Imond were stacked one on top of the other, their four heads lined up in a row.

"Is this really okay for us?"

Imond had a wide range of expressions.

He's no longer one of the three little ones; he's already a teenager.

Aegon didn't come.

As soon as he returned to the Red Keep, he fawned over several maids.

"Shh, don't get caught."

Jaheris made a "shh" gesture and said nervously, "Let's go."

He didn't understand, but he was deeply shocked.

I went to play with my younger sisters; they brought dragons with them too.

The four boys disappeared in a flash.

There is no sign of the contradictions that existed when the dragon's lair was located.

(End of this chapter)