Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 28 "Bent-footed" Larris
Many people were in a heavy mood on this day.

Alison was nervous, hoping that Eamonn wouldn't really be angry.

Of all the people she knew, this was her only friend left.

Rhaenyra was filled with rage, sickened by Lord Jason's display of arrogance.

She hated that she was not a boy, perhaps her father and others would have had confidence in her.

Instead of treating her as a burden, a piece of fat meat that everyone is coveting.

Viserys was undoubtedly the most annoyed.

He spent the whole afternoon guzzling wine and felt that everyone was laughing at and humiliating him.

During this royal hunting event organized by the royal family, each member of the royal family was worried.

With only one exception!
Royal Forest, a vacant lot.

"Don't run, big rabbit, stop."

Imon's face flushed with excitement. He drew his bow and arrow with his two little hands and chased after a fleeing hare.

The hare was frightened and ran away at an astonishing speed.

call out!
Aemon loosened his grip on the arrow, and the sharp arrow hit the hare's tail and missed.

The hare jumped in fright, and the snake turned and ran away.

"Stop, don't run!"

Aemon, like a little hunter, shot a second arrow.

call out!
The sharp arrow flew over the hare's head and landed one step ahead.

The hare's eyes widened and it ran even faster.

Pfft!

The third arrow fell after the second arrow, hitting the hare accurately and quickly, piercing its fur and going through its belly.

Yimon still held the bow in his hand and cheered excitedly, "Great! I hit it!"

He made a good wooden bow and used his short legs to pick up the hare.

You know what, it's very heavy.

"Prince, did you really catch anything?"

Sir Steve came from a distance, extremely surprised.

Imon put his hands on his hips and laughed, saying proudly: "That's right, am I awesome?"

That little look, I can't tell you how proud he is.

He shot three arrows in a row. He turned out to be a genius.

Sir Steve took the dying hare and gave it a handful of red berries. He said admiringly, "Yes, the prince is gifted. It seems that he has inherited the ability of Lady Rhea."

"so so."

Aemon waved his hand, pretending to be humble.

But her chin was almost raised to the sky, and her fair little neck was tilted back as hard as possible.

He also didn't expect that he was so talented.

Sir Steve didn't dare to laugh and had an intuitive recognition of the prince's talent.

"Sir, let's go for another walk."

Iemonde passed by, chewing berries and looking around.

Just like a little hamster that loves to hoard food, it eats from the bowl while looking at the pot.

Sir Steve had no objection and planned to take the prince to join the main force.

"Squeak!"

Suddenly, there was a noise coming from the nearby bushes.

Aemon's face lit up with joy and he walked towards the voice.

A furry golden-nosed rat poked its head out, shook its butt, and twisted its body as it dived into the grass.

"What good things did Rat bring me?"

Aemon squatted down and held out his little hand.

"Squeak."

The golden-nosed rat has bright eyes and climbs up onto its owner's shoulder along the palm.

Aemon rubbed it, and a strand of soft white hair appeared in his hand.

"Hey, what is this?"

Aemon looked at it carefully and it seemed to be the hair of some animal.

"Squeak!"

The golden-nosed rat was very clever. It pulled its owner's silver-golden hair with one of its front paws and poked in a direction with the other.

Yimon seemed to understand, and guessed, "You mean, over there?"

"Squeak."

The golden-nosed rat nodded its little head repeatedly, as smart as a human child.

Sir Steve saw it and said with emotion: "Prince, you are a truly extraordinary little mouse."

"Rat is very well behaved and can even find things to feed me."

Yimon chuckled and said, "Let's go take a look."

Sir Steve agreed and led his white horse across the open space.

Soon, they arrived at a stream. "Squeak."

The golden-nosed rat crawled along the clothes to the ground and ran to a pile of fresh feces and sniffed it.

Sir Steve went forward to check and found the same soft white hair next to the feces. He was surprised and said: "It doesn't look like a horse, it looks more like a deer."

As a member of the Kingsguard, this skill is of course a given.

A light bulb suddenly lit up in Yimeng's mind, and he asked in a low voice, "Can you find it?"

But he knew that there really was a white deer in the imperial forest.

As a auspicious beast that symbolizes the king, it should have some magical power.

Sir Steve looked around and shook his head: "No, although the feces are fresh, the owner left no trace."

"Oh." Aemon listened to the analysis.

Sir Steve was no fool. He carried the prince back to his horse and warned him, "Prince, it's late now. It's not safe to be outside."

Aemon did not refuse, but tied the hare around his waist with a straw rope.

I don’t mean anything else, I just want to show off when I go back.

……

Dusk.

Aemon returned to the camp, carrying a wooden bow and a hare, looking proud as if he had just returned from hunting.

The beating incident in the morning was suppressed and not many people knew about it.

Seeing a cute boy with silver-gold hair carrying a hare, everyone asked jokingly which adult had hunted it.

Whenever this happened, Imon would look up and say, “I shot it myself!”

Sir Steve went back to tie up the horse, leaving the little prince alone to show off his achievements.

Aemon circled half of the camp before returning to the king's tent.

As soon as I reached the door, I was stopped by someone.

"Wait a moment, I wonder if I can invite Your Highness to chat for a while."

Larris leaned on his cane, smiling and bending over.

He seemed to be waiting here on purpose.

Aemon was instantly alert, crossed his arms over his chest, and said arrogantly, "What's the matter?"

This guy doesn't look like a good person.

During the entire "Dance of the Dragons", he might not be as intelligent as the sea snakes Collis and Otto, but he was definitely the most ruthless old bastard.

I’ll kill my own father for you to see.

Laris coughed lightly and said mysteriously, "The king went out to hunt. While you were away, something interesting happened."

As he spoke, he moved his clumsy legs, habitually showing his weakness.

Yimeng didn't buy it, and said frankly: "Tell me about it."

There's no use running away from this bad guy.

There's no need to beat around the bush with him, just take bold action and be done with it.

A lady who likes to flip tables in later generations once said a wise saying: "Wisdom is not strength, power is."

Laris looked at the person in front of him vaguely, and felt a little pressure from the eight-year-old child, and said:
"As far as I know, it's for the princess's marriage."

As he spoke, his attitude became more humble, like a kind-hearted person.

Aemon rolled his eyes and said bluntly, "Did Rhaenyra have a fight with her uncle?"

It's difficult for Rhaenyra to get married, as she is flooded with low-quality male proposals.

It would be strange if we didn't quarrel.

"No, Miss Lanner invited the princess to an outing."

Larris shook his head.

"So what?" Aemon didn't want to hear any nonsense.

Laris bent down even lower and whispered, "In my opinion, Lord Otto and Duke Jason were unwise in angering the king."

"Will uncle take any action?"

Eamonn hits a straight shot.

Laris said ambiguously: "The king is kind and polite, who knows."

He was right. The little prince in front of him was a good prospect.

He is quick, ruthless and accurate in his moves, has a strong family background, and a mind that is good at thinking.

Under the current circumstances, it is truly a dark horse.

The prime minister was eager to achieve results and repeatedly crossed the king's bottom line.

The queen and the princess lacked political acumen and could not escape the fate of being manipulated by others.

This little prince from the valley will be a stepping stone on his road to progress.

Aemon looked the other man up and down, and through that humble and kind appearance, he saw the forbearance and shrewdness.

"Prince, I know a lot of interesting little stories."

Larris made up his mind and extended an invitation: "I wonder if you could be so kind as to give me some leniency and sit down somewhere else to chat."

Aemon's eyes were cunning, and he said, "Lead the way."

(End of this chapter)