Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 288 The Valerian Trouble

In their first encounter with the Dornish delegation, Aemon effortlessly gained the upper hand.

The Dornish, you know.

It focuses on minor details but lacks a broader perspective.

They become as docile as sheep as anyone who uses methods even more ruthless than theirs.

Lannino, what are you doing?

Amon turned a corner and found Lannino whispering in a corner of the banquet hall.

At this moment, Lannino was dressed in fine clothes and holding a glass of red wine to cover his face.

Beside him was an unfamiliar young attendant.

"Prince!"

The young attendant turned pale upon seeing the regent prince and scurried away like a mouse before a cat.

Imon frowned; his first impression of him was that he was very handsome.

blonde hair, blue eyes, fair skin, and eyes that sparkle with springtime charm.

"A new flavor?"

"Imon asked, half-jokingly."

Lannino was a little embarrassed and said with an awkward smile, "No, just a new friend."

Imon didn't believe a word of it and scrutinized him intently until he made Imon lower his head in a guilty manner.

"Don't tell my sister."

Lannino had no choice but to beg for mercy.

"I don't want your filth to offend Lannar's ears."

Imon tilted his head and warned, "But I hope your private life isn't so decadent. Be careful someone doesn't turn love into hate."

"Who, Sir Cole Quinn?"

Lannino looked surprised and immediately thought of his "official" lover.

Aemon, not in time for riddles, commanded, "Benella and the others are going to Dragonstone, and as their uncle, you must go with them."

"..."

Lannino's brain shut down.

On second thought, he realized that he had neglected Cole Quinn during this period, and the latter always seemed hesitant to speak whenever they met.

This is not a good omen.

His niece was going to Dragonstone Island, and he was perfectly fine with going with her.

He loves children, especially his sister's bloodline.

Moreover, the two families had agreed beforehand that he would adopt a niece to inherit the family business in the future.

"I go."

Lannino thought for a long time, but when he looked up, the person was already gone.

"Where have you gone?"

Lannino looked around and complained in distress.

In the distance, in the crowd, the tall and handsome Cole Quinn was staring at him intently.

His eyes held a complex expression, revealing his true feelings.

He gripped the wine glass tightly in his hand, a hint of resentment appearing on his fair face.

……

Imon returned to his seat.

What did you say to Lannino?

Lannar, filled with curiosity, whispered in his ear.

Eamon picked a sun-ripened green grape and said frankly, "Tell him to control his lower body; he's gone a bit too far."

"Wow~"

Lannar wasn't interested in listening.

She was powerless to stop her brother's "womanizing".

Even secret lovers deserve a certain degree of respect.

After all, not everyone can master the skill of swallowing swords, and they also have to bear the gossip and rumors from the outside world.

Allison picked up a piece of vegetable and chimed in, "After Aegon's engagement, he'll be returning to Oldtown to familiarize himself with his fiefdom, but wouldn't the Tower of Babel be too..."

Embarrassed.

The grandson of the second son of the Hightower family inherited the most important tower in the old town.

Unfortunately, the old town still belongs to the Hightar family.

Viserys, chewing on his food, looked over when he heard the noise.

He was also curious about the deeper meaning behind his nephew's decision to bestow titles upon his relatives.

Depriving House Hightower of their towering structure was more humiliating than practical, and it also confined Aegon to Oldtown.

"It will come in handy eventually."

Aemon didn't want to say more and just chuckled.

Alison was a little disappointed and retaliated by stopping feeding the animals.

Imon quietly buried himself in his rice.

He spared the Hightoar family all their land, army, and wealth only because of Allison.

On the other hand, the royal family also needed the Hightower family to rule the old town.

Taking it away directly would disrupt the original ecological balance of the old town.

Aegon established himself in the Tower of Hell, subtly controlling Oldtown by overriding the lordship of House Hightower with his royal authority.

To be blunt.

The old towns of Haitar and Valerian have gained prominence through marriage alliances with the royal family.

One glory and one glory.

Killing them is killing yourself.

No one would cut off their arm because of a skin condition.

Lannar took over the task of feeding them and whispered to Eamon, "I just saw Elaine Martell sit on your lap."

Imon was stunned: "Nonsense!"

Isn't this blatant slander?

Lana said with a half-smile, "She's very interested in you; her eyes are like a mouse eyeing cheese."

"You know me, I don't like married women."

Imon went along with her and started talking.

"Oh?" Lannar narrowed her eyes and asked skeptically, "As far as I know, Miss Elaine is still single."

Eamon told her that the other person had a secret partner and was quite adept at various things.

Upon hearing this, Lanaer gradually dispelled her doubts, and her mischievous smile softened.

In front of Viserys and Allison, the two brought up their trip to Dragonstone.

One purpose is to let the children get acquainted with the family's ancestral land.

Secondly, the young dragon Baoyun was sent to Longshan for recuperation.

Imon: "Blackfire and Terekhue have also been sent to Dragon Mountain to be raised."

Terekshu was the brownish-yellow dragon egg of Miracis chosen by Aemon, and the newborn dragon hatched with the help of an incubator.

A slender, gentle young dragon with brown scales all over its body, golden wing bones and horns.

Lanaer echoed, her slender white fingers tracing the soft belly beneath her blue dress.

She sighed softly. Renilla was lucky; she was pregnant with her second child.

When that child is born, there are several baby dragons to choose from.

Since giving birth to twin daughters, she seems to have lost the Mermaid King's favor.

Imon saw this and moved his chair closer to Lannar.

She puts too much pressure on herself.

She's such a kind and pitiful older sister.

With his cheeks puffed out, Yimeng's thoughts drifted away.

Elaine and her group had ill intentions.

But judging from their attitude, Prince Coollen had no desire to go to war.

It seemed more like a last resort, sending a small team to test the waters and give the vassals an explanation.

This aligns with the reason why a small group of bandits was causing trouble at the Prince's Pass.

“There are wise people in Dorne.”

Aemon was laughing inwardly.

It is said that the Dornes are treacherous, vengeful, and fearless.

However, it suffered major blows such as the War of Conquerors, several failed rebellions, and the destruction of the Three Women's Kingdom.

Dorne always has wise and shrewd people who know how to protect themselves.

Under Coollen, there are roughly three factions;

The pro-war faction, the conservative faction, and the peace faction.

The conservatives don't want to fight, while the pro-war faction is urging them to.

The peacemakers pretended to be neutral.

In reality, they are praying that war will not break out and that the current status quo will be maintained.

While planning for war, they also considered how to kneel with some dignity.

It's only human nature.
Emon was tired from eating, so he turned to the side and rested his chin on his hand.

Open the [Magic Essence Panel]

Aemon Targaryen

Talent: Dreamer (Gold)
Bloodline: Ancient Valyrian Dragon King (58.5%)

Skills: Archery (100% accuracy), Horsemanship (Top-tier), Swordsmanship (Top-tier)...

Sorcery: Binding Spell (Mastery), Burning Rune (Proficiency), Solidification Rune (Mastery), Illumination (Mastery)...

Magic Cards: Robust and Strong (Blue), Rock Solid - Intermediate (Purple), Kingly Aura (Purple)
Factions: Valley (entire territory), Mil, Stone Steps Islands, Tas Island, White Garden City, Star Shuttle City
Equipment: Space Ring, "Lament," "Lady of the Void," War Horn, Dual Valyrian Daggers, Pyromancer's Stone Sculpture, Flame Hammer...

Pets: Golden-nosed Rat (Blue), White Deer (Auspicious Beast)

Comment: "You've come up with an idea."

The panel flips over, revealing a hazy card page with three illusory cards floating in the air: one gray and two white.

At the bottom of the panel, next to the gleaming hourglass: [Essence Quantity: 10310]

"Ten thousand points of magic essence can unleash a [Flame Hammer] strike."

Imon's gaze was as deep as the cold night.

A single hammer blow can carve out an active volcano, providing a habitat for dragons.

The best location is undoubtedly the shores of Lake Shenyan and the Mande River basin.

The former is located in the river region, right next to Harrenhal.

The latter is located in the river bend, which is advantageous for uniting the various lords in the river bend.

But he just had a better idea.

High risk, high reward.

Aemon looked up at a tapestry hanging in the hall.

The tapestry is embroidered with maps of both sides of the fjord.

Focusing on the lower half of the fjord, the three city-states are depicted as small red dots, with giant dragons coiling around them.

Imon's deep gaze fell upon the stone steps that resembled fragments of an island.

The two continents were once one.

……

a few days later.

King's Landing, Mud Gate.

The Valerian family's large ship is being prepared.

"You guys are going too?"

Aemon was not happy, looking at the clingy Aegon siblings and two pretty little girls who were about 8 or 9 years old.

"of course."

Aegon, the oldest of the group, swayed and rambled on, "How could you go to Dragonstone without us?"

Imon ignored it completely.

Two little girls with black hair and black eyes stepped forward, one of whom had freckles on her face.

"Your Highness, I have never seen Longshan before. I hope you can give us a ride."

Despite her young age, Samantha Tali already displayed the demeanor of a grown-up, pleading with her hands clasped together.

Imon nodded slightly, then looked at the other one.

“I…I want to follow Sir Lannino.”

Cassandra was indecisive and stammered when speaking to the well-established prince.

Imon glanced at the two girls, who were about the same age, and said generously, "Alright. Take care of yourselves."

"Thank you, Your Highness."

Samantha clapped her hands with a smile, successfully getting away with her cuteness.

Aegon pursed his lips and led his younger siblings to the dragon's lair.

Lannino had already left and was no longer in King's Landing.

Samantha and Cassandra looked at each other and stepped onto the not-so-sturdy dock together.

Aemon frowned as he looked at it.

It doesn't matter if Aegon lacks a sense of responsibility.

Imond was distracted and didn't see the two little girls.

Even Helena was lost in thought, observing from a detached, indifferent perspective.

They're so damn united.

Just then, the sound of horses' hooves and wheels came from behind.

Elaine lifted the carriage curtain, stepping out with a full, rounded leg as she alighted from the carriage.

Soon, she was surrounded by female companions and minor nobles.

"Where is Earl Oliver Ellenwood?"

Aemon looked toward the twenty Dornish cavalrymen led by Geralt, searching for the only Dornish leader on this mission.

"Earl Olaf will remain to negotiate Alexandra's marriage with His Majesty Viserys."

Elaine answered his questions: "You're going to Dragonstone, would you mind giving me a ride?"

Imon replied tactfully, "I mind."

"..."

(End of this chapter)