Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 232 Weddings and Funerals

The next day.

Early in the morning, the servants of the Red Keep began to busy themselves.

Imon had just finished breakfast when Alison invited him to her bedchamber.

“I’m so glad you’re back, Eamon.”

Allison smiled broadly and gave him a warm hug: "If you hadn't come back soon, you would have been forgotten."

"It's not that easy."

Imon pursed his lips, wishing he could be forgotten.

While speaking, I bent down to make sure the other person wasn't uncomfortable hugging me.

Given his height, only the tall and slender Lannar is the most suitable person to stand next to him.

Petite women like Renilla and Allison could only wrap their arms around his waist when they opened them.

That's far too ambiguous.

"come on in."

Allison felt the firm chest against her chest, and her smile softened even more.

Imon entered the house with confidence.

Before he arrived, he had already sent several dragon cubs to scout ahead.

"Hiss!"

Benedictine and Renia sat on the soft red carpet of Ries, with a young green dragon guarding her beside her.

The young dragon was over one meter long.

Its entire body is covered in bright, almost white, green scales, and its wing membranes are light white. It has a pair of small, pearly white horns on its head, and its vertical pupils are bright golden yellow.

The neck and tail do not have dorsal scales, but only hard scales.

With its well-proportioned and graceful figure, and slow and composed movements, one could discern elegance and nobility in a dragon.

"Quiet, Moon Dance!"

When Benedict saw that it was her father, he hugged the young dragon Yuewu around the neck.

"Gah~~"

Moon Dance's cries stopped abruptly, and she was forced to obediently lie on her master's lap.
"Be gentle, Benedict."

Seeing this, Imon waved his hand with a rather troubled expression.

This girl is too fierce.

"Oh~"

Benedict was scolded and reluctantly let go.

Renia covered her mouth and chuckled.

"Hiss~~"

A small, pale red baby dragon was also lying in her arms.

The young dragon is no bigger than a cat, with scales that are a pale reddish-pink, and a pair of small black horns on its head.

Perhaps due to congenital deficiencies, this young dragon appears relatively thin and weak.

"How is your dawn? Are you having any trouble adjusting to the new environment all of a sudden?"

"Imon asked with concern."

Renia shook her little head and said obediently, "Dawn is very good. She ate a big bite of roasted lamb this morning."

"That's good. If it eats more meat, it will grow faster."

Imon crouched down, teasing the languid, pale pink baby dragon with his fingers.

"Gah!"

The young dragon, Dawn, widened its vertical pupils and opened its mouth to bite the provocative finger.

Seeing this, Imon was completely relieved.

There's also the dragon's ferocity; its development is fine.

Moon Dance and Dawn are two companion dragons that hatched one after another from the dragon eggs in the twin cradle within a year.

note!

These two dragon eggs were not laid by Syracuse or Dreamfire, but were direct descendants of Vaghar.

Lannar trusted Vaghar and personally selected from its dragon eggs.

The relationship between the two young dragons is like that of their master.

The young dragon Moon Dance was born strong, ate a lot and grew quickly, perfectly embodying the excellent bloodline of Vaghar.

Young dragons cannot do this at dawn.

From the moment it hatched, it looked sickly and could die at any moment.

Fortunately, perhaps because Imon used fire magic to nourish its body every morning and evening during that period, it eventually pulled through.

Although its development is slower than Yuewu's, it is already growing up safely.

Imon was overjoyed about this for a whole month.

In the original world, this young dragon was hatched in Pentos and died after only a few days.

Now, it has survived the incubation in River Valley Town, which is unprecedented.

Imon believes this is directly related to the transformation of Lonely Mountain into a volcano.

The solitary mountain increased the concentration of fire magic in the surrounding environment, giving the young dragon, which should have perished, a glimmer of hope.

"They are both very well-behaved, and you can tell they have received a good lady's education."

Allison walked over and praised the twins with a look of satisfaction.

"is it?"

Emon looked at the giggling twins with a strange expression.

Can you tell if a child is ladylike or not at three years old?
Could it be that his parenting style is flawed?

"Father."

In the corner, Jaeheris looked resentful.

His sisters always ignore him when they're around.

"Ah."

Aemon nodded slightly, indicating that he was looking at him.

Jaeharis is playing with Daren and Egon.

The three children are close in age, and they have an uncle, nephew, and grandnephew, so they always hang out together.

Unlike Jaehaerys's cleverness and Daeron's handsomeness, young Aegon is cute, with calm purple eyes that exude a melancholy air.

Like the twins, he was holding a baby dragon in his arms.

The young dragon is entirely purple, with light gray wing membranes and a pair of sharp horn crests on its head.

"Hiss!"

The baby dragon, also the size of a cat, was nestled in its owner's arms, looking around blankly.

Imon paid special attention to this half-brother's baby dragon.

A purple dragon like a storm—this was the first time the family had ever seen one.

"Where are Aegon and Aymond?"

Imon leaned back comfortably on the chair cushions and asked a casual question.

"I don't know where she went crazy."

Allison shrugged, her words carrying a hint of ease.

Raising children is no easy task, especially raising four.

"Aegon said he would take Aymond to a fun place to make up for what happened yesterday."

A silver-haired, purple-eyed girl knelt before the twins, casually answering while stroking a large red rabbit beside her legs.

This is 12-year-old Helena Targaryen.

Her silver-gold, slightly wavy hair was naturally draped over her shoulders. She wore a light pink silk dress, her oval face was adorned with freckles, and her pale purple eyes were clear as water.

The little girl has grown into a beautiful young woman.

Not to mention that her looks rival those of Rhaenyra, who is known as the "Light of the Kingdom," she is also a cut above the brothers Aegon and Aymond.

"Is Aegon really that kind?"

Imon chuckled softly.

Helena lowered her head and declined to comment.

What happened yesterday?

Allison looked surprised, still completely unaware of what was going on.

Aemon directly complained, revealing that Aegon had led the way in humiliating Aemon.

"I knew it."

Helena whispered quietly.

Aegon was going to get a beating.

"I'll handle this!"

Allison's face turned pale and then red after hearing this; she was furious at her eldest son's behavior.

Imon tried his best to suppress the upward curve of his lips.

Stop laughing!
Have you heard about the major events that have recently occurred in King's Landing?

After a while, Allison suddenly asked a question.

Imon was taken aback by this and asked in surprise, "What's wrong?"

Before he came back, no one mentioned anything else to him.

"It's over in Tyros. The pirates from the Three Women's Kingdom are showing signs of making a comeback."

Allison said worriedly.

Indeed, a major incident occurred. When the Sea Serpent's brother, Valerian, was on his way back from a trade voyage, he was ambushed and nearly killed on his own ship.

Among those who took action were the pirates from the Three Women Kingdom who had scattered earlier.

Aemon, quick to grasp the key point, asked, "Are there other people involved?"

Allison nodded gently.

The surviving sailors on Weymond's ship testified that half of the ambushers were Ironborn from the Iron Islands, and some were wearing turbans.

"They've come with ill intentions."

A glint of light flashed in Imon's eyes.

There's probably a lot of involvement from other free-trading city-states and Dorne people behind this.

The pirates and iron-fed thugs of the Three Women Kingdom were just a bunch of henchmen.

"At the royal council meeting, Lord Tyrande said the Dornish were accomplices. What do you think?" Allison was particularly concerned about this.

Aemon completely agreed: "Tylan is a talented person; he wouldn't talk nonsense."

Upon hearing this, Allison's face immediately fell.

"Don't worry, the Dornish are no threat."

Aemon smiled to reassure him.

Allison's attitude didn't improve after hearing this. Instead, she honestly said, "The Targaryens are arranging a marriage with Martell, and Viserys has been hesitant about his choice of bride. I don't want my son to marry a Dornish woman."

"Uh……"

Imon was speechless.

One of the good things he did.

"Actually, these are all minor matters. What I really care about is Viserys' attitude towards another matter."

Allison spoke helplessly.

Imon listened attentively.

"The children are all grown up; it's time to talk about marriage."

Allison put one hand to her forehead, looking worried, and said, "As you know, your family has some strange traditions. Viserys plans to choose one boy for a marriage alliance, while the other will follow tradition."

As he spoke, he gestured with his eyes to Helena, who was sitting quietly over there.

Imon was a little speechless, and joked, "Uncle probably wants to have a grandson soon."

"But I don't want to."

Allison vetoed it.

Imon's words were immediately cut off.

"The two boys are not mature enough to take on marriage; doing so would only delay their sisters."

Allison was full of disdain.

She was not optimistic about either of the next two marriages.

He didn't want his son to marry a Dorne woman, nor did he want his most beloved daughter to follow family tradition.

A wise child is better than his mother.

Neither Aegon nor Amond would be a good husband.

Imon couldn't hold back any longer.

What is he supposed to say?!

Even if he marries Renéeira, given the conflict between him and his uncle a few years ago, there will still be some outsider involved.

In matters discussed behind closed doors by a family, anything he says is wrong.

"I have a small favor to ask you."

Allison said, "Helena has never been far from home before. In a while, you can take her to the valley to stay for a few days, just to help her relax."

"no problem."

Immon immediately agreed.

That's all he can do to help.

From the original timeline, the eldest uncle was very anxious about his children's marriages.

Aegon became a father at the age of 16.

Helena was only 14 years old at the time, just coming of age on the continent of Westeros.

Based on the calculations, they got engaged a year in advance and became pregnant ten months after the wedding.

The charter was established this year.

Tuk-tuk-tuk——

There was a knock on the door, and Cole's voice came from outside:

"Your Majesty, the King has summoned Prince Imon to a royal council meeting."

"understood."

Allison was somewhat surprised.

Aemon stood up and said goodbye, "I'm leaving now."

boom!
The door was closed, and only the noisy chatter of a group of children remained inside.

Allison sat in the chair and remained silent for a long time.

Then, he got up and put a cushion under his buttocks.

It wasn't very comfortable to sit on, so I added two more cushions to my back.

Only then did he relax his body and sink into the chair without exerting any effort.

"Ah~~"

Allison was in a state of confusion and couldn't help but sigh.

Helena heard her mother sigh and glanced back.

But she couldn't do anything.

I gently lay down on my side, resting my head on the soft, fluffy red rabbit.

"Helena."

Looking at her daughter curled up in a small ball, Allison couldn't help but gasp softly.

Helena opened her eyes and looked at her mother, who seemed hesitant to speak.

"It's nothing, I'll sleep for a while if I feel sleepy."

Allison forced a smile.

Helena closed her eyes again, her breathing gradually becoming long and even.

Looking at her daughter's peaceful sleeping posture, Allison felt uneasy no matter how she thought about it, and she dug her nails out with her hands resting on her lap.

She hasn't been like this in a long time.

But a mix of emotions welled up inside her, and the tension and guilt were unbearable.

At this moment, Allison felt that she had two regrets in her life.

The first reason is that she was born too early.

She was clearly the person Aemon was closest to at first, yet she could only marry and have children under her father's arrangement, watching Aemon grow up and marry someone else.

The second reason is that my daughter was born too late.

If Helena had been born a few years earlier, she would have forced Viserys to marry his daughter to Aemon to make up for her regret.

But things didn't go as planned.

Helena was born too late and could only watch as Eamon married his half-sister, repeating the same tragedy of not having control over her own marriage.

"I want my daughter to be happier."

Allison silently recited to herself, turning her head to lean against the cushions, concealing her sorrow.

……

Conference hall.

At the behest of the Kingsguard, Imon entered, unaware of what was going on.

"Come quickly, Aemon."

Viserys, seated in the main seat, waved his hand with a displeased expression.

Imon looked around and saw that the ministers all looked embarrassed.

Renilla sat to the left of Prime Minister Leonor, her head bowed and her face filled with worry.

"what happened?"

Imon frowned.

Tyran opened his mouth, wanting to reveal the truth.

But Viserys interrupted him with a wave of his hand.

"Let me tell you."

Viserys sighed: "The raven that flew to Reiss this morning said that Lady Malana died in childbirth."

Imon was taken aback by what he said.

Malana Rogar, Damon's second wife and the mother of young Aegon.

Just die?
"Fortunately, she left behind a second child for the Targaryen family."

Viserys said earnestly, "Damon's letter said that Lady Malana's remains should be taken back to Dragonstone for burial, and I have already agreed."

"This is the letter from this morning."

Grand Secretary Melos, his movements trembling, handed over a crumpled piece of paper.

Imon took it and looked at it.

Lady Malana suffered a difficult labor and postpartum hemorrhage. Rhys's healers cut open her abdomen and removed the still-living fetus.

In such a major surgery without anesthesia and sterilization, death is a foregone conclusion.

Fortunately, the fetus survived, and it was a boy.

Damon requested that his wife's remains be taken back to Dragonstone for burial as a sign of his respect for her.

"Is he perhaps a jinx to his wives?"

Imon muttered to himself.

In the original world, Lady Rhea, Lannar's mother, died in an accidental fall from her horse, and Lannar suffered a difficult childbirth during her second pregnancy.

It sounds normal, but in fact, many parts are unreasonable.

Lady Rhea, the old lady, grew up on horseback and was more skilled at riding and hunting than most men in the valley.

Lannar gave birth to extremely dangerous twins with her first pregnancy.

Everything was fine until she had a difficult labor during her second pregnancy.

Even the current Mrs. Malana, who had a safe first pregnancy, died during her second pregnancy.

It's hard for Aemon not to suspect that Damon, who is not cursed by heaven or earth, is simply cursed by his wife.

After all, according to the original world's trajectory, Renilla also eventually perished in the dragon's mouth.

None of the women who married Damon had a good ending.

"Damon is coming back soon. We'll all go to Dragonstone to see Lady Malana off on her final journey."

Viserys also made no mention of calling her "Damon's bitch" at this point.

A noblewoman of Valyrian descent was born to his brother, and his family paid the ultimate price to leave behind two male heirs.

He deserves his respect.

"I see."

Imon remained expressionless and nodded silently.

(End of this chapter)