Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 287 "Hot Commodity" Imon

"You're too kind, Earl Donald."

Viserys straightened his chest and gave full respect: "The Tali family is exceptionally brave and has guarded the Prince's Pass for generations. Our two families' marriage is in accordance with honor and responsibility."

"Please allow me to thank you again, Your Majesty."

Donald, a tough man, couldn't help but express his emotions at this moment: "I swear by the Seven Gods, wherever the Iron Throne's sword points, the Tarly family will be the vanguard!"

As he spoke, he bent his knees.

Viserys steadied him, displaying his generosity: "I believe in you, Earl Donald."

A simple action and a single sentence.

Donald's body stiffened, his forehead pressed against the king's chest, and he trembled slightly with excitement.

Jenny Rowan, standing nearby, saw her husband's expression and felt relieved but not surprised.

On this continent ruled by the Targaryen family, the Iron Throne represents supreme authority.

Marrying into the royal family, especially the king's eldest son.

Perhaps the dukes of each realm, and the first-tier nobles of each realm, still dare to dream.

Due to their limited fiefdom, the Tali family was relegated to the ranks of second-tier nobles.

Despite such a disparity in social status, the king was able to arrange a marriage with him and show him respect.

For Donald, who believed in the Seven Gods and lived his life with chivalry.

It is no less than a blessing of being reborn.

"Today is a joyous occasion, don't you think?"

Viserys smiled and pinched Donald's muscular arms.

Aside from not being Valyrian by blood.

He was extremely satisfied with this marriage.

Although the Tali family is a second-tier noble family, their fighting prowess is even greater than that of ordinary first-tier nobles.

Donald felt he could not fail the king's favor, and with the determination to share the king's burdens, he secretly vowed to connect Horn Hill and Star Shuttle City into a frontier war zone.

Whether the Dornish attack or their army presses in, they will not cross the line.

"Thump thump thump—!!"

The rapid drumbeats resumed, and Sir Harold's expression turned stern:
"The Earl of Corliss of House Valerian, Lord of the Tides, Lord of Tidehead Island, Governor of Tyrosy, and his wife Rhaenys Targaryen..."

The sea serpent Corliss entered with his head held high, accompanied by his wife, son, and several members of his kind.

Following closely behind were Aemon and Lannar.

The drumbeats nearly shattered the silence. Sir Harold cleared his throat and called out:
"Aemon, born of bronze and fire, Prince of the Vale, Lord of the Stepstone Isles, Prince of Myr, Regent Prince and Protector of the Realm, Dragonslayer, Breaker of Chains..."

After reciting a long list of titles and ranks, Aemon had already walked more than halfway through the hall.

Lana was also called by her name and was respectfully addressed as "Lady of River Valley".

Of all Aemon's wives, only she held this title.

This means she was Aemon's first wife.

"It's so lively."

Benedictine, holding Rhaenia's little hand, greeted her great-uncle Viserys and then, taking advantage of her small size, slipped into the crowd.

"Be careful," Lanaer cautioned.

They're so small, they'll get trampled like little potatoes.

Aemon sat down at the table below his uncle Viserys and chuckled, "Congratulations, Aegon is about to get married."

"Humph!"

Viserys snorted coldly, giving him a cold look; "I'm busy as a bee in King's Landing, while you're out there having a peaceful time."

The worst part was that they even sent their daughter, Renilla, to Harrenburg.

"You are the king, only you can shoulder the responsibility of the seven kingdoms and three cities of the Stone Steps Islands."

Imon's main selling point is praise.

Viserys' face flushed with embarrassment, and he couldn't be bothered to argue with his nephew any longer.

That's right.

He is the Westeros weightlifting champion!
Where is Her Majesty the Queen?

Lannar sat down gracefully, but couldn't find the Green Queen.

Viserys paused for a moment upon hearing this, then said uncertainly, "They're probably still getting ready, after all, it's Aegon's engagement ceremony."

She really had no idea what Allison was doing.

Aemon knew.

At the open entrance of the hall, Alison, dressed in a green evening gown, walked in with an air of elegance.

Behind her, Darren and Little Egon stood like two little servants, their gowns trailing behind their fishtail-like skirts.

"Your Majesty the Queen."

Lannar rose and gave a slight bow.

Allison nodded and smiled, indicating that the other party didn't need to be so polite.

“Alison,” Imon greeted her warmly.

Allison came to her husband's side, sitting elegantly and gracefully, and smiled, "You're finally back. I was worried you'd be having too much fun on Chaotou Island and wouldn't want to come home."

She went to the letter.

Viserys, not understanding the intricacies of the situation, complained, "He's just lazy and unwilling to share my burdens."

“You’re not happy to share my burdens.”

Imon was unafraid of being attacked and spoke his mind freely.

Everyone was amused.

Allison, clutching her skirt to her thighs, spoke her mind: "I was worried that the Dornish were up to no good, and that Viserys wouldn't be able to handle them alone."

Upon hearing this, Viserys' expression changed slightly.

To be honest, he really didn't want to face the Dornes.

He was both cunning and wicked, the complete opposite of the easy and adept person one might imagine.

"give it to me."

Amon patted the delicate hand on Alison's thigh and smiled smugly: "I'm best at dealing with bad guys."

Bad people bully honest people.

His Highness the Prince is anything but honest.

The engagement ceremony was halfway through, with singing and dancing filling the hall, making it just as lively as several of Emont's weddings.

Cold.

Eamon noticed a group of silver-haired toddlers sitting around a table nearby.

Little Egan lowered his head, his expression filled with sadness.

Jaeheris, Darren, and Renia stood around, unsure how to comfort them.

Benedict climbed onto the chair, wrapped her arms around Egan's neck, and patted her chest, saying, "Tell us what's wrong, and we'll help you solve it."

With that bold and unrestrained demeanor, Imon respected her as a true man.

"Benella."

Lana'er's face darkened; she believed her parenting methods were correct.

"I'll go for a bit."

Eamon swallowed the fruit Alison offered him, then got up and walked towards the group of little ones.

“Brother.” Little Yigen exclaimed in surprise.

I asked around and found out that Rhaenyra had taken Viserion away, and that Aegon's baby dragon, Stormcloud, had lost its appetite.

The combination of two events led to his melancholy.

Aemon understood and said, "It just so happens that Little Beth and Little Ray want to go to Dragonstone. I'll take you there after Aegon's engagement ceremony."

Young dragons do not lose their appetite for no reason.

It's highly likely that the living environment is poor.

The situation in Longshan, Longshi Island, can be improved.

"Yay!" Little Yigeng exclaimed happily.

The little ones were very happy, especially the oldest, Darren, who had reached the age of 6.

Tercelion has always been kept on Dragonstone.

His father forbade him to train dragons too early, fearing that he might be in danger at such a young age.

It would be good to visit Dragonstone Island.

Da da da……

A crisp sound of high heels hitting the ground came from the side.

Elaine swayed gracefully, trailing a rather revealing yellow dress, and greeted us with a smile: "You must be Prince Aemon, the master of the dragon 'Bronze Wrath'?"

"Eleanor Martell, niece of Prince Coollen, is 23 years old and her maternal family is the Dane family of Starfall City."

Aemon looked her up and down, convinced of the Dornish people's openness.

The top reveals her cleavage, the middle reveals her slender waist, and the bottom of her skirt is slit up to her upper thigh.

His Highness meant no discrimination.

They're Dornish, so it's understandable.

Living in the desert year-round, it's perfectly reasonable for them to wear light clothing.

"You seem to know me quite well?"

Elaine tilted her head in surprise. Her jet-black, wavy hair slid down one smooth shoulder, partially obscuring her bare chest as she bent over, partially blocking the view of her beautiful breasts.

Imon chuckled, his gaze sweeping over her back.

A silver-haired knight wearing silver armor and carrying the greatsword "Dawn" served as a guard.

"Geralt Dayne, the 26-year-old new Sword of the Morning, is Elaine's childhood friend..."

Halfway through the sentence.

Amon looked at the two men with amusement, as if they were two completely naked people standing in front of him.

The rest doesn't need to be explained in too much detail.

Geralt was startled, and his muscles tensed instantly.

Elaine wasn't much better off; her smiling face froze, never expecting her secret to be exposed.

She and Geralt lost their virginity to each other.

Clumsy yet passionate, leaving behind beautiful memories.

But only a few people know about this.

Neither Uncle Coollen nor Geralt's cousin, Lord Dane, knew about their private affairs.

Eamon was quite pleased with himself and even joked, "Starfall City is beautiful, especially at night when you stand on the tower and the stars seem within reach."

Elaine's smile vanished completely.

The night view of Starfall City can only be truly appreciated by those who have been there.

The regent prince in front of us certainly hasn't been there.

That can only mean that Starfall City is haunted.

"Don't be nervous. I've always admired the splendor of Dorne. Prince Coollen and I are good friends."

Aemon offered words of comfort.

Elaine was not comforted at all.

That's none of Aemon's business.

His intelligence network, the "Black Roses" cultivated by "Black Swan" Johanna, has long been spread across both sides of the Taiwan Strait.

In recent years, the valley has returned to its heart, leaving a large number of talented players available.

There are spies in Braavos, Slave Bay, and Sunspear, posing as merchants, grooms, orphans, and so on.

Most of the time, Eamon doesn't pay attention to the Black Rose Collection.

There are no sophisticated schemes in Westeros or Essos.

However, it's still perfectly fine to investigate the private lives of Dornish nobles.

Of course, it can't compare to the Faceless Men of Braavos.

The Black Rose Group is comprised of a large number of core members.

Good at gathering intelligence, but overall performance is average.

The Faceless Ones are elite trainees whose main job is assassination.

The two are not part of the same system.

A good while.

Elaine took a deep breath, finally suppressing the fear in her heart, and smiled again: "I often heard my uncle mention the greatness of 'Dragon Slayer' Aemon."

Thinking to himself, he would go back and select the maids and servants around him.

The local royal family is extremely impolite.

Aemon retorted, "I thought Prince Coollen would be badmouthing me behind my back, after all, the first time we met was when I rode a dragon into Sunspear City."

Elaine forced a smile.

You actually know that?!
Her uncle would still curse a couple of times with lingering fear whenever he thought about it.

During the conversation, Jaeharis sensibly led his uncle and sisters to retreat.

A seat has become available.

Elaine lifted her already high-slit skirt, sat down next to Emon with her peach-like buttocks, and exposed one of her full and elastic thighs.

Because they were so close, their thighs were almost touching Eamon's body.

"You really are just as the rumors say."

Elaine rested her chin on her hand, leaned forward, revealing half of her swaying, full breasts.

What am I like according to the rumors?

Aemon smiled.

Elaine's eyes shone brightly, and she uttered softly, "Tall and handsome, with the majesty of a conqueror and the heroic spirit of His Majesty the King of Humanity, he is the dream lover of the daughters of the Seven Kingdoms."

When he said the last two words, he emphasized the pronunciation.

Amon glanced down and calmly asked, "Are you itchy? Why are you rubbing your thighs like that?"

"Ok?"

Elaine was taken aback by what she heard and subconsciously looked at the thighs that were pressed together and rubbing.

Imon arched his back a step in the chair, his disdain evident.

I admit you're somewhat attractive, but Sigma men never fall into women's traps.

"Sorry, I couldn't help myself."

Elaine wasn't angry; instead, she readily admitted, "I like tall, strong men who exude a strong allure to women who know how to enjoy themselves."

After saying that, he picked up a glass of juice meant for children, took a sip to moisten his throat.

At this moment, the unbridled nature of Dornish women was on full display.

“That’s what my son drank.”

Imon remained unmoved.

"It's okay, children are all pure."

Elaine said with a smile.

Eamon frowned, as if to say that he was criticizing Eamon on behalf of his son.

After thinking about it, I decided to give up.

The Dornish people have a unique way of thinking and cannot be judged by ordinary standards.

Elaine said with interest, "I've heard that you have a fondness for mature and elegant women?"

She was also two years older than him.

I must say, the person in front of me is indeed handsome.

With the same silver hair and purple eyes, the tall and handsome Geralt looked like a country cowherd in front of Aemon.

Just looking at her made her legs feel wet and hot.

Elaine's dark, beautiful eyes rippled with emotion as she gently rubbed her legs together, unable to get enough of looking at her.

I heard that the other party was a lecherous man who, like the conquerors, married several wives.

Why don't we go back and talk to her uncle about how she came here for the Dorn marriage alliance?

Dornish women don't care about multiple women sharing one husband, nor do they easily believe men's sweet talk.

To win over a Dornish woman, the most important things are to be strong enough and to have a sincere heart without any reservations.

Overly conventional and honest men are often the least desirable candidates for marriage.

Do you know why I like mature women?

Imon did not refute, but instead asked a question.

Elaine asked curiously, "Why?"

"respect!"

Eamon said seriously, "They are more rational, understand and are considerate of men's difficulties, and thus become true brides."

Then, he glanced at Geralt, who stood to the side like a wooden statue, with pity in his eyes.

The poor "Dawn Sword" was manipulated by a wicked woman.

In an instant, Geralt's face flushed red, and a sense of humiliation welled up in his heart.

He is a warrior of pure love.

He had privately proposed to Elaine, but she politely declined.

Despite being a noble knight, he was in reality a shameful adulterer.

Everyone has their own pursuits.

Elaine's smile vanished, and she said calmly, "We may have a wonderful past, but the future is always cruel. Only truly strong partners can overcome difficulties together."

After she rejected Geralt, their relationship cooled.

She has been alone in her empty bed for a long time.

They pursue new lovers without any attempt to hide it from them.

"Maybe you're right."

Aemon did not argue, saying, "Dorn has a different culture; we value loyalty to one's partner."

Dornish women are promiscuous before marriage but faithful after.

Moreover, she is extremely tolerant of her husband and can even sleep with his lover.

Note that lovers are not limited to women.

Elaine remained silent, only staring intently at Emon.

Aemon stood up, picked up the empty cup Elaine had used, smashed it on the table, then walked over to Geralt, shook his head, and said, "You are not worthy of the sword you carry."

(End of this chapter)