Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 258 Helena Sneaking Around

The king gave the order, and no one could refuse.

Imon escorted the ravens back to the valley and told the women to go on a tour of Harrenhal.

The news came back in less than two days.

As expected, Madam Leia refused, replying that it was fine to stay in the valley and hunt.

Jenny and Jansef both responded and came together from Seagull Town.

Aemon wasn't going to waste time letting those who were up to no good gather.

He rode Vormisor back to the valley and brought his two wives, who were not fond of going out, to King's Landing.

The seventh day of July.

The weather was sunny, and the air was fresh after the heavy rain.

Imon rode in his white-lacquered palace along the Königssee (King's Road) leading to Harrenhal.

The wheels rolled over the damp dirt road, and the hard pebbles made a crunching sound.

"The King's Road, which my great-grandfather built, was of very high quality."

Imon lowered the curtain of the car window, turned around and smiled.

"Of course, the road between King's Landing and the Neck is the most expensive."

Lannar sat opposite them, chatting and laughing.

She held the soft twins in her arms, one on each side, and earnestly told them the history.

The twins were full of energy, which made them even more motivated to learn.

At this moment, the Wheel Palace, which resembled a small palace, was filled with Imon's family members.

Rhaenyra led her eldest son Jaehaerys, while Jassf held her half-brother Aegon's hand, with the taciturn Jenny sitting beside them.

Aside from their mother, Lady Réa, only their half-brother, Viserion, who was still being breastfed, was absent.

"Sir, how many days will it take to get there, given the road conditions?"

In a good mood, Imon opened the car door and asked.

Accompanying him on this mission were Sir Steve and Sir Laurent, both familiar old friends of the Kingsguard.

Sir Steve still had that old, honest face, and answered earnestly, "If nothing unexpected happens on the road, it will take about three days."

"Hard."

Imon smiled and thanked him.

King's Landing is neither too close nor too far from Harrenhal; it takes about half a day to get there by dragon.

However, since we're out for a trip, riding a dragon is pointless.

Dragons fly in the sky, and they sit in the Wheel Palace.

"Dad, is there something you need to do by suddenly sending us away?"

After much deliberation, Renilla came to a conclusion.

Aemon admired her wisdom and agreed, "That's right, Uncle wants to set Aegon and Helena up on a blind date and thinks I'm in the way."

"I think you have better taste than him."

Renilla felt indignant.

"I think so."

Aemon chuckled and looked around at his four beautiful wives, each with her own unique charm, in the palace.

Although there may be impure motives involving the exchange of benefits, how many pure feelings are there in the world?

He was imitating the ancient Valyrian Dragon King.

More work won't necessarily bring more rewards, but marrying more wives will definitely bring more rewards.

Screw Andal traditions, screw the Seven Gods belief.

"Speaking of blind dates, it inevitably brings back some bitter memories."

Jenny suddenly spoke, looking at Renilla with a playful smile.

"Hmm~"

Renilla shrugged indifferently.

"I hope the King will act within his means and not push Aegon and his men too far."

Lana smiled gently.

After all, Targaryen kings throughout history, whether wise or not, have always been deeply concerned about their children's marriages.

Crunchy...

The Wheel Palace slowly moved away, completely leaving the territory of King's Landing.

……

The King's Landing.

Viserys got up early and drank the aperitif that his servants brought him.

Boom boom boom!
There was a knock on the door, and some noise outside.

"Come in."

Viserys took a sip of his drink and sat up straight in his bathrobe.

His mood is also beautiful.

Finally, after sending his nephew away, no one was there to supervise him as he unleashed his talents.

Squeak!

Ser Harold pushed open the door, grabbed Aegon by the collar, and followed a reluctant Aemond.

"What's going on here?"

Viserys was taken aback.

"Prince Aegon is not keen to see you."

Sir Harold released his grip, his face full of helplessness.

As the commander of the Royal Guard, who enjoys the highest honor, he was truly at a loss when faced with the disappointing prince.

If it were one's own nephew or niece, they would have kicked them long ago.

"Let me go!"

Aegon shrugged and stormed in, leaning on his cane.

With his right leg braced against the wooden board, he walked with a hopping gait.

"Uh……"

Viserys was speechless for a moment.

I suddenly have some doubts about whether sending Aegon to the Reach for a blind date in his current state is a good idea.

"Father."

Imond slumped his shoulders and offered a mundane good morning greeting.

"Lift your head up, don't look so dejected."

Viserys said with dissatisfaction.

Unable to do anything else, Imond straightened his back with all his might to meet his father's request.

He also wanted to walk with his head held high and his chest out, with a proud and confident stride.

This is what it was like in the early days of dragon taming in the river valley.

But after returning to King's Landing, he faced pressure from all sides and even caused the "Dragon's Lair Riot," so he no longer had the face to continue pretending to be cool.

"You two, really."

Viserys frowned, unsure of what to say.

An overconfident person would even claim to eat shit the fastest and in the biggest gulps.

Even if someone with low self-esteem tames a wild dragon, they still cannot shake off their sensitive nature.

Then, he thought of the dragon that the two brothers had tamed.

Sunfire, a golden dragon hailed by maesters as the most magnificent and majestic dragon in the history of all Westeros.

One is universally acknowledged as ugly, a wild dragon who steals sheep.

They've created a stark contrast.

"Father, Renny and the others went to the Riverlands for a trip, why didn't they take us with them?"

Aegon was filled with resentment.

Imond nodded in agreement.

With the intimidation of his cousin Aemon and the kindness of his elder sister Rhaenyra, the rumored power struggle between the Black and Green factions in the court seemed less exciting, and less about the desire to immediately seize the Iron Throne.

On one hand, there's the bond between siblings, and on the other, there's the friendship with her nephew, Xiao Jie. Although she's a little tempted, she can't bring herself to eat it.

Besides, even though they fought tooth and nail, Aegon was the one in the line of succession.

The Iron Throne is just a roadside seat; Aegon wouldn't even get a half-eaten seat.

“Imon is not like you. You have important matters to attend to, so don’t even think about sightseeing.”

Viserys said sternly.

The two brothers exchanged a glance and asked what was wrong.

Viserys clearly instructed them to go to Dragonstone to ride their dragons, and then proceed to the Reach.

"No, then where will we stay?"

Aegon was very unhappy and made all sorts of excuses: "I heard that Lord Tyrell of Highgarden is an old man over fifty. Am I supposed to grovel and go to his place as a guest?"

"It's not a visit to High Court."

Viserys's eyes were piercing as he said, "Instead, you two will be visiting the castles of the Reach nobles one by one, thereby showcasing the splendor of royalty."

"I……"

Egon opened his mouth to refuse.

Viserys glared at him, choking back the words he was about to say.

"Ok."

Aegon and Aemond had no choice but to agree.

Viserys nodded in satisfaction, then instructed, "Go to Hive City first to find Lord Linman. Remember to be polite; he will take you to visit the Reach nobles."

"Yes~~"

The response was weak and feeble.

After the two sons left, the door slammed shut.

Viserys frowned as he drank.

Why didn't Helena, the youngest daughter, come?

Could it be that I'm not feeling well, and some strange prophetic images are popping into my head again?

"Ah~"

Viserys sighed softly.

The ability to dream travel that he craved in his dreams appeared in his youngest daughter.

This ability, in turn, became the youngest daughter's "illness".

……

Dragon's lair.

A slender figure with silver hair and a green dress stealthily climbed the hill, looking around furtively with a strong sense of thievery.

"Raines Hills is so big!"

Helena was a little confused.

Since the "Dragon's Lair Riot," the Dragon's Lair has been closed for renovation, and the once tightly closed bronze gate has been wide open.

But there wasn't a single dragon inside.

"Hiss!"

A chilling dragon roar suddenly rang out from behind the dragon's lair.

Helena looked up sharply and ran towards the back of the mountain.

It was the roar of Dreamfire; it sensed her arrival.

Not long after.

"Hiss!!"

A pale blue dragon soared into the sky, its broad and magnificent wings sweeping across the domed dragon's lair before leisurely flying toward the Dragon Gate of King's Landing.

A green dress fluttered on the dragon's back, with Helena's small face tense as she rode it.

The direction in which the man and the dragon soared was the Riverlands outside the royal territory.

Red Castle.

Allison stood at the window and looked out, seeing a pale blue dragon fly out of King's Landing.

Her expression instantly tensed, and her hands unconsciously clenched together.

Her little deal with Aemon was that Aemon would help her children choose their own marriages, and in return, she would help Aemon keep Viserys in check.

She wasn't worried about Aegon and Aymond for the time being, but the immature Helena was a real concern.

Fortunately, Helena is a dragon rider.

Even if they sneak out, they won't be in danger.

"Father."

Allison's tone was harsh, and he was filled with dissatisfaction.

They actually chose two marriage partners for Helena: Count Rowan, who was older than her, and her cousin, Mond Hightoir.

It's simply unforgivable.

She turned and took out paper and pen to write a letter to her brother, Garwin Hightower.

Garwin was usually unreliable, but he was a good uncle.

Aegon and Aemond, who were heading to the Reach, needed him more than the capital's guards in King's Landing.

……

Three days passed in a flash.

Harrenhal.

The largest castle in the Seven Kingdoms, built by the black-hearted Harren who drained the blood from the River Bend, has five towering, crooked towers.

When Immanuel arrived at Harrenhal, he was immediately drawn to the five dark, smoke-stained towers.

"Bellion's dragonfire is so strong that the black smoke from the tower will not dissipate for a hundred years."

Immanuel couldn't help but sigh.

Rumbling--

The tall, heavy city gates slowly opened, and a group of people from the Sizhuang family walked out.

The leader was a kind old man with a broad build and the distinctive features of the Szhuang family: brown hair, brown eyes, and a lion's nose.

"Your Highness, Princess, and all of you distinguished guests, on behalf of the Strang family, I welcome you from afar."

Simon Strong bowed humbly, his belly fat bouncing.

"We've troubled you."

Imon laughed.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, everyone was led through the door.

Imon pointed to the tallest tower and asked, "The Burning King Tower smells so strongly of burning. Hasn't the Strang family considered repairing it?"

Sir Simon's face stiffened, and he was caught in a dilemma.

"Is there something you're having trouble saying?"

Immon thought the Szon family was short of money, and out of respect for Lord Leonor, he could sell a batch of lime at a low price.

Sir Simon is the acting lord of Harrenhal and Lord Leonor's uncle.

They have the right to negotiate.

"Not really."

Sir Simon hesitated for a long time before finally saying, "The top floor of the Tower of the Burning King was originally a nest of bats, but it was burned down by dragon flames a few days ago."

It was burned by dragon flames, so it had a very strong burnt smell.

?

Imon was stunned.

"Hiss!"

As the dragon flames appeared, a series of chaotic sounds came from the dilapidated top floor of the Burning King Tower, and a magnificent, light blue dragon emerged.

As always, Meng Huo remained aloof. He glanced at the crowd below with his vertical pupils, then turned and used his thick, long dragon tail to sweep away the dust and debris inside the tower.

That posture made it seem as if the lady of the house had returned home.

"Aunt Helena is here too!"

Jahelis exclaimed in surprise.

(End of this chapter)