Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 282 The Valerian Empire

Time flies, and a month later.

Early September.

Two good things happened in King's Landing that caused a minor sensation.

1. Rhaenyra, the heir to the Iron Throne and the "Light of the Kingdom," is pregnant.

II. A dragon egg hatched from the dragon's lair.

...

Red Castle.

"Are you sure everything is alright?"

"Please trust my medical skills, Your Highness."

"Really?"

"..."

Grand Scholar Orville looked helpless as he dealt with Aemon's repeated questions.

Amon's eyes darted around, and he asked again, "The fetus is stable, isn't it?"

"Yes, Your Highness."

Orville sighed, and couldn't remember how many times he had answered.

"Quickly release the poor Grand Scholar; he still needs to prepare ointment for my father later."

Rénella, sitting on a recliner, couldn't bear to watch any longer and spoke up to save Ovel, who was trapped.

Orville was moved to tears.

boom!
After the door closed, only the two of them remained in the bedroom.

Aemon leaned closer, his eyes fixed on Renilla's flat stomach, and his hand touched it as he asked incredulously, "Really pregnant?"

Ari Rivers was indeed exaggerating.

Given Rani La's abundance, how could she have only one child in her lifetime?

“Imon, I think this pregnancy is thanks to Lannar.”

Renilla touched her lower abdomen, then suddenly looked up seriously.

The night Lannar left, she had a dream.

In her dream, she lay on a warm bed formed by seawater, with a deformed stillborn fetus lying beside her.

But when she touched that thing, the embryo turned into a baby dragon and burrowed into her belly.

It's very gentle, like a peeled egg hitting a bath bubble.

She told Eamon about the dream.

Amon lowered his head in thought, and a possibility came to mind.

He and Renilla may really only have one child together.

But they made love in Lannar's bed.

The child who should have died in childbirth found himself a healthy mother.

That's a bit absurd.

Amon couldn't help but chuckle, squatted down, and said, "I bet you'll have a boy this time."

"I wanted a girl."

Renilla sulked, then laughed: "But I guessed it, I saw a little boy in my dream."

Imon chuckled.

Before they are even born, their privacy is gone.

After chatting for a while, Renilla got sleepy and went to sleep.

Amon pushed the door open and then gently closed it.

"Your Highness, I was just looking for you."

Just as I reached the bottom of the stairs, the newly appointed Minister of Justice, Thaddeus, came running over, his belly bulging.

"What is it, sir?"

Immon quickly stepped back to avoid being hit by the meat and eggs.

Thaddeus, dressed in finery and with documents tucked under his arm, solemnly and respectfully requested, "According to Lord Tyran, the ships of the Dornish envoys are about to enter the choke point."

“I ordered five thousand golden-robed guards of the capital to patrol the city day and night, but it has had little effect on improving order, and I am worried that chaos may break out.”

The number of people in the Golden Robes is more than double what it used to be.

However, five thousand people are undoubtedly a drop in the ocean when facing the permanent population of five hundred thousand in King's Landing.

Upon hearing this, Aemon patted him on the shoulder and turned him around to face upwards: "The king's bedchamber is up there, Lord Thaddeus."

This is not my responsibility.

"But...but you are the Prince Regent."

Thaddeus did not expect the other party to refuse.

Imon shook his head and interrupted, "Your uncle loves these kinds of meetings. You can't go wrong by going to him."

But with only a ship full of people, how much trouble could there be?

At worst, let them get torn apart by the people of King's Landing.

"OK then."

Thaddeus looked slightly disappointed.

Before leaving, he whispered, "After Lord Tailan finished verifying the national treasury, he and Lord Linman asked me to thank you."

Imon readily accepted, and said solemnly, "The kingdom needs people like you who run businesses; the kingdom will not forget you."

"Yes, Your Highness!"

Thaddeus, as if injected with adrenaline, rushed upstairs excitedly.

A smile flickered in Imon's eyes.

The imperial council convened a major reshuffle of personnel under his leadership.

Compared to before, the efficiency of handling affairs is much higher.

A prime example is Grand Scholar Orville, a young man full of energy and drive, with impeccable records and a master of potion-making.

My uncle's back was covered in cuts, and after applying the ointment he had made, there was no more redness or inflammation, and there were faint signs of scabbing.

No body pain, and plenty of sleep.

Uncle Viseris was becoming increasingly energetic, even more so during royal council meetings.

"Hehe, let's wait for Dorn to come."

Imon was wary, but did not rule out the possibility of establishing diplomatic relations between the two sides.

If Aegon the Conqueror had engaged in more dialogue with Dorne and understood their culture, customs, and ways of doing things, things would have been different.

It wouldn't have come to the point of sacrificing a queen, and still failing to conquer Dorne.

Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated.

stomping on...

Just as Imon was about to leave, he heard a steady sound of footsteps behind him.

Looking up, I saw the sea serpent Corliss walking slowly downstairs with his hands behind his back.

He saw the other person, and the other person saw him too.

Corliss looked indifferent, opening his mouth as if to say something.

Amon spoke first, saying, "You're getting old, remember to hold the handrail when you go downstairs."

"You think I'm old and useless?"

Collis frowned unconsciously.

"No, just genuine concern." Imon waved his hand, indicating that he was a kind person.

In the original world, the sea serpent was old and fell down the stairs.

His reminder was truly well-intentioned.

Upon hearing this, Corliss's expression eased slightly. He glanced at the stair railing and used one hand to hold onto it as he descended the stairs.

After the two stood side by side, he said, "Ranis's name day is the day after tomorrow."

He has asked the king for leave and returned to Chao Tou Island to celebrate with his wife.

Aemon: "I'm about to set off."

King's Landing is just a bunch of messy stuff left; let's celebrate Rhaenys's birthday instead.

"That's good."

Corliss's lips curled up almost imperceptibly as he feigned seriousness: "You ride a dragon from the sky, while I take a boat from Blackwater Bay. It only takes a day to reach Tidehead Island."

"no problem."

Imon nodded slightly.

The relationship between the two was closer than the foreign minister had imagined.

The Sea Serpent was once a powerful force, possessing immense wealth on Tidehead Island. His family owned three giant dragons and half of the kingdom's fleet, and even across Blackwater Bay, his uncle Viseris was so terrified that he couldn't sleep at night.

Aemon's arrival broke the stalemate of the Valerian's monopoly.

The two sides should have been enemies, attacking and harming each other.

But Eamon was more clever; he stole the sea serpent's most beloved daughter and even gave birth to a pair of fair-skinned and adorable granddaughters for him.

As the saying goes: "Old Deng, is it safe outside Longting Gaochao City?"

The sea serpent was unwilling, but it had to endure it for the sake of its daughter and granddaughter.

Today it is today.

The royal family now boasts three dragon riders: Aegon, Helena, and Aymond, overshadowing the once-arrogant Valerian family.

But even a dead tiger retains its might, let alone a sea serpent that is not yet dead.

The Valerian Empire remains the Valerian Empire, wielding influence comparable to that of royalty.

In particular, the Sea Serpents occupied Tyrosine and spread maritime trade routes all over the world, making a fortune and training troops like crazy.

Their strength has increased rather than decreased compared to ten years ago.

This is also the fundamental reason why the Sea Serpent dares to confront Viserys head-on at the Royal Council.

Why not avoid it? Because there is no fear.

While the sea serpent is strong, Imon is a level above him.

When it comes to making money and wealth.

Aemon is not as wealthy as the Sea Serpents; the vaults of Dale and Myr are only half full, and he dares not say he is as rich as the Lannisters, Hightower, or the Valerian families.

But in terms of hard power, territory, and population.

Imon is miles ahead of the Sea Serpent.

One person commands three dragons, and Dragon Valley serves as the habitat for the dragons.

Two dragon rider wives, three dragon rider children, and one dragon rider younger brother.

Its profound cultural heritage is even greater than that of my great-grandfather, the Venerable Renrui.

The Valley and the Myr region are vast, and together with the Stepstone Islands and Tas, there are over five million people who are loyal to the "King on the Throne of Bronze and Fire".

There's only one Tidehead Island and one Tyrosian Sea Serpent; even if you tried to catch up, you couldn't.

This is why the seven countries formed a situation of "one leading two".

That is, the royal family and the "Tangrians of the Valley" and the "Valerians of the Tidehead Island".

Furthermore, Haitar rose to prominence, only to be extinguished.

Damon's reputation was widespread, but his infamy was even greater. His city-state in the Eastern Continent became a place of quiet contemplation.

Some have boldly speculated that the future of the kingdom hinges entirely on the "Belt and Road Initiative."

As the link between the Targaryens and the Valerians, Aemon was well aware of the importance of identity.

It's not that the eldest uncle will be favored over the sea snake, nor that the sea snake will be favored over the eldest uncle.

Treat everyone equally.

Satisfied with Eamon's attitude, Corliss became smug and said, "Renila is pregnant again, so you should also focus your energy on Lannar."

"I believe Benedict and Renia also want a brother from the same mother."

"..."

Aemon glanced at him but didn't reply.

"Old Deng, you've been too talkative."

Seeing this, Corliss, not wanting to be rebuffed, put his hands behind his back and went downstairs on his own.

Iamon ignored him and summoned Sir Steve, a member of the Kingsguard, who happened to be passing by.

"Sir, I need your help with something."

Sir Steve looked around and said earnestly, "Please speak, Your Highness."

The two had a very harmonious relationship.

He watched the prince grow up.

Imon leaned closer and whispered a few words in his ear.

"Don't worry, leave it to me."

Sir Steve suddenly realized and patted his chest in assurance.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Aemon left with a smile.

It's nothing serious.

However, the Dornish messengers are coming soon, so let's make some preparations.

……

The next day.

The weather was sunny and the sea breeze was cool in the morning.

On Chaotou Island.

A giant, pale silver dragon hovered in the sky, soaring around Gaochao City, occasionally letting out a melodious roar.

Not far from Gaochao City, there was a barren beach with withered grass and yellow leaves.

A colossal creature, entirely dark green and resembling a giant mountain, crawled slowly, its wings and tail sweeping up gusts of sand. From a distance, only a pair of enormous, pale yellow wings that blotted out the sun could be seen.

“Hiss—”

A thunderous roar suddenly appeared, and the bronze-colored Vormisor soared into the sky above Tidehead Island.

"It's my father!"

“Father, father…”

Behind the towering French windows of Climax City, Benedict and Renia beamed with joy, shouting excitedly.

...

We rode in a carriage through the tidal walkway of Climax City and arrived at the withered front courtyard of the garden.

As soon as Aemon entered the tall stone archway, the castle gate was pushed open by Rhaenys.

"Imon, I thought you weren't coming."

Renis came up with a big hug, all smiles.

(End of this chapter)