Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 306 Another Little Dragon Baby is Born

"What do you think?"

At the royal council, Viserys looked around at the assembled ministers.

Coollen's surrender signifies Dorne's submission.

The question of how much mercy the Iron Throne should bestow is a big one.

"If we release Coolen back, wouldn't that be like letting a tiger return to the mountains?"

Tailan was deeply worried.

“That’s exactly what I was worried about,” Viserys said, also feeling a headache coming on.

Linman pondered for a moment, then frowned in difficulty: "According to the conquerors' actions, we accepted the surrender, so we should indeed send them back to continue ruling Dorne."

We can't keep them imprisoned after accepting their surrender.

The "Surrender King" Toren Stark, without losing a single soldier, was still trusted by the conquerors and returned to govern the North.

but!

"The Dornish are fickle; there may be future troubles."

Corliss leaned back in his chair and spoke with a rather haughty air.

Viserys glanced at it and asked in return, "Aren't you going to release them?"

"You are the king, this is a decision for you to make."

Corliss first shifted the blame, then calmly said, "However, I am against it."

Viserys was furious.

The sea serpent, having won its battle, became even more arrogant.

What utter nonsense is that?

"The person can be released."

Otto suddenly spoke.

"Oh?" Viserys asked in surprise, "What if something goes wrong?"

Otto tilted his head, glanced at the arm and leg that were clapping the clapperboard, and slowly said, "We can leave hostages to ensure that Coollen dares not rebel."

“It’s not impossible,” Viserys said, falling into deep thought.

It was a foregone conclusion that Alexandra would marry her second son, Imond.

Leave him behind and take another hostage.

Perhaps it is feasible.

"Then who should we choose?"

Viserys quickly came to his senses, wavering in his decision, and left the opportunity to play the villain to his ministers.

"Your Majesty, I think it's better not to..."

Leonor remained silent for a while before opening his mouth to offer some advice.

Otto immediately said, "Quinn Martell."

"Oh." Viserys looked around, seemingly lost in thought.

……

Upstairs, in the middle of a council meeting, Imon smiled and pressed Renilla down to sit on the edge of the bed.

"Imon, I have to go to a meeting."

Due to her physical limitations, Renilla's beautiful face showed a look of helplessness.

Four months pregnant, her lower abdomen was slightly protruding, already showing its shape.

"Nothing major will be decided at the Imperial Council meeting, so let Uncle handle his business."

Imon crouched down and gently touched the pregnant belly with his fingers.

"You have conquered Dorne and accomplished what the conquerors could not."

Renilla looked down at him, her eyes gentle and tender.

She is not a weak person.

But she needs love, and she will rush towards it.

In private, she still retains the innocence and beautiful fantasies of a young girl.

Imon chuckled softly: "It's all about luck."

"That's also thanks to you."

Renee stretched out her snow-white, soft hand and gently rubbed Eamon's head.

Her silver-gold hair was as smooth and silky as silk, long and silky, and felt wonderful to the touch.

"Oh, right, I also brought gifts for Xiao Bei and the others."

Aemon rose and lifted the first fire peak.

Renilla was amazed, then suddenly asked curiously, "Did you also bring a walnut-sized pearl for Xiao Jie?"

"Um...more or less."

Immon was slightly embarrassed; he had forgotten he had a son.

The other end.

Jaeheris stared wide-eyed at his twin sister, each holding a pinkish-white pearl and a jade conch shell—both treasures from the deep sea.

He looked down, his hands empty.

Is that right!?
“You’re right, Renilla.”

With his arm around Renilla's shoulder, like a good buddy, Amon nodded in agreement: "After the child is born, let Lannar name it."

"Aunt Renis...?"

Renilla looked helpless, but the corners of her mouth curled up slightly.

"Auntie is alright, but she probably won't be going back to Chaotou Island."

Imon was slightly disappointed.

Actually, what saddened Aunt Renis was not that the sea serpent had a mistress or illegitimate child.

The atmosphere in Westeros is not so feudal.

Sea Serpent is a sailor; there's no place in the world he hasn't been. How could he have only ever been with one woman?

Aunt Renis isn't that petty.

After all, Amon was the epitome of a modern-day womanizer.

No one was bolder or more unrestrained than him.

What really angered Aunt Renis was that the sea serpent was secretly raising an illegitimate child without informing her, and that its true purpose was to replace Lannar and Lannino.

If anything happens to their two children, the illegitimate child will immediately take the blame.

Lannar and Lannino helped their father cover it up, which completely broke Aunt Renis's heart.

It was as if that family no longer needed an outsider.

"Sigh." Renilla sighed softly.

There's a saying in Westeros that once a daughter is married, she's no longer like water spilled from a cup.

Renis was quite old, and her parents had long since passed away.

He has only two cousins, but they are not very close to him.

She refused to return to Tidehead Island, yet she could not return to King's Landing.

She is a member of the royal family, yet there is no place for her within the royal family.

Choosing to wander and see the sights outside is a good choice for her.

"Lanino has woken up, did you know?"

Renilla tilted her head and started chatting.

"It's good that you're awake, otherwise the illegitimate child that the sea serpent prepared would really come in handy."

Immon remained silent, feeling fortunate for Lannino.

The short sword pierced his abdomen but didn't damage his internal organs; he was truly blessed with good fortune and a long life.

"The sea serpent has won a great victory; its tail is probably wagging high in the sky."

Rhaenyra disliked the Sea Serpent and asked abruptly, "What benefits did you promise to persuade the Sea Serpent to send troops to attack Dorne?"

In this war, Aemon and the Sea Serpent cooperated flawlessly.

Such a smooth process is completely out of character for the sea serpent's greedy nature.

"Then don't ask, things are going to change anyway."

Amon is full of wicked schemes.

The serpents' condition was that after conquering Dorne, they would join forces to attack Volantis and control the lower half of the Fjord.

The stone steps archipelago became the arm of Dorne.

The vast sea was transformed into garrisonable land.

A thousand soldiers could be stationed on either side of the narrow strait passage, which is only 200 meters wide, to intercept all ships entering the strait from the summer sea.

Without permission, ships from Valantis will never be able to enter.

"I can't imagine how much money they can make from tolls and taxes."

Amon's eyes lit up as he imagined a vault overflowing with gold coins.

That blow to the Stone Steps Islands was absolutely worth it!!
"Since you're so rich, shouldn't you hire a qualified teacher for the children?"

Renilla narrowed her eyes and triumphantly pinched Eamon's chin.

Your money is my money.

My drops, my drops, all of them are my drops...

……

"Today, witnessed by the great Seven Gods, the continent of Westeros is officially unified!!!"

"..."

Under the joint auspices of the King and the Archbishop, noble lords and commoners alike cheered and applauded throughout King's Landing.

Grand Scholar Orville stood in the corner, taking notes with a book and a quill pen.

121AC, mid-October.

During the reign of Viserys I, the fifth Targaryen monarch, the indomitable Dorne submitted to him.

Prince Coollen Martell knelt, acknowledging the status of master and vassal state between the Iron Throne and Dorne.

Subsequently, the course of the war was recorded.

In just a few strokes:
Prince Aegon Targaryen, the king's eldest son, rides the dragon Sunfire and assists Lord Donald Tarly in subduing House Manwold of Kingsbane and conquering House Fowler of Sky City.

In the same month, Boros Baratheon, son of Duke Bomond Baratheon of Storm's End, led Royce Cullen of Nightsong and Earl Dondelion of Black Harbor.

A small army crossed the Bone Road, defeated several resistance groups, and captured Erenwood.

At this point, Prince's Pass and Bone Road were completely under their control.

"Prince Coollen, the war has just ended and the two countries have reconciled. For both public and private reasons, I hope you can stay in King's Landing for a while."

Viserys, dressed in his crown robes, bent down and grasped Coolen's hands, saying sincerely, "I will find the best scholars and healers to treat your legs and allow you to witness the engagement of your children." "No problem, Your Majesty."

Kollen wisely agreed.

After a series of friendly exchanges, the two sides reached a consensus.

After Aemond and Alexandra became engaged, she remained in King's Landing until she inherited Sunspear, at which point she was not allowed to return to Dorne.

Coollen's eldest son, Quinn Martell, stayed behind, ostensibly as a guest, but in reality as a hostage.

In addition, the Imperial Council discussed methods of checks and balances.

Send a minister to serve as the Hand of the King of House Martell.

Of course, the title "Prime Minister" is more accurate.

To openly and legitimately interfere in government affairs and monitor Coollen's words and actions.

Oliver Ellenwood was appointed Duke of Ellenwood and "Warden of the Desert," his castle and lands were returned, and he was released back to Dorne.

Lord Morse Manwood was appointed Duke of Kingsland and Warden of the Great Road, granted a large fiefdom and gold and silver, and his son and nephew were summoned to King's Landing as his squires.

The fiefdom came from the Fowler family of Tianji City.

With the fall of Sky City, Baron Fuller was taken prisoner to King's Landing to live out his days. Most of his fiefdoms were reclaimed, his family fortunes were wiped out, and he instantly fell to the ranks of second-rate nobles.

Earl Ariel Dayne was appointed Duke of Starfall and concurrently Grand Master of Turbulent River.

He bestowed the title of duke upon three people in one go, which can be described as receiving the highest level of treatment.

The three dukes, some utterly disillusioned with Coollen, some allied with the Iron Throne, and some remained neutral, all working to weaken House Martell's power and appease the opposition in Dorne.

Next up was a martial arts tournament to celebrate the victory.

……

Time flies, and half a year has passed.

122AC.

June was still a warm summer month, with a slightly muggy climate.

"ah!!!!"

The screams of childbirth echoed from the princess's chambers in the Red Fort.

"Father, will Mom be alright?"

Jaeheris stood in the hurried corridor, his face filled with worry, glancing occasionally at the palace gate.

Eamon's face turned pale. He was nervous enough, but he still had to comfort his son: "It's okay, just try not to make your mother angry in the future."

Today is June 1st, the day the scholars predicted the child would be born.

Although I knew that Renilla was fertile and a good woman who was prolific, I still couldn't help but feel a pang in my heart when I heard the familiar screams.

"Don't be afraid, the gods will protect Renny."

Viserys stood beside the father and son, offering kind words of advice with a gentle smile.

He wasn't originally supposed to be here.

The grandson, Xiao Jie, was frightened and pulled him out of the bedroom.

Hearing her daughter's screams, she forced a smile, her heart pounding with anxiety.

Emma's experience left him with a great deal of psychological trauma.

"Waaaaah!!!"

Suddenly, a loud, clear cry from a newborn baby rang out, accompanied by the joyful laughter of the maids.

In an instant, sunlight streamed through the stained-glass windows, dispelling the gloom and illuminating the entire Red Castle.

"Belerion, by your side!"

Imon breathed a sigh of relief and turned to disappear into his bedchamber.

"It's a boy, Princess."

"Praise the Virgin Mary."

"..."

As soon as Imon entered, he saw the maids gathered in a circle.

One of the experienced maids quickly put a baby covered in amniotic fluid into a basin and washed it clean in no time.

Another maid took it, checked it carefully by bending its arms and legs, wrapped it up, and put it back in Renilla's arms.

"Are you healthy?"

Renilla was covered in sweat, feeling guilty for having called the maids names in pain earlier.

"You kick with the power of a goat, Princess."

The maids didn't mind, and didn't forget to take out scissors and snip off the baby's excess umbilical cord, tie a knot and put it back in the swaddling clothes.

Eamon shuddered at the sight. "Be careful," he thought, "don't cut my little boy by mistake."

This is faster than him killing people on the battlefield.

"How is it? How is it?"

Amon eagerly approached, tugging at Rennyra's sleeve as he wiped her sweat while cautiously asking her questions.

Renilla tilted her head, but couldn't hide her smile; "You should prepare something good for me."

"of course."

Eamon squeezed his buttocks onto the reclining birthing bed, put one arm around Renilla, and took out a bright red raspberry with the other.

"Your Highness, it is not advisable to eat raw or cold food now."

Renilla's close companion, Ileanda Marseille, hesitated and offered timid advice.

"Well."

Being able to listen to advice is a virtue, Eamon said kindly, "The kitchen has prepared rice porridge, please help me serve a small bowl."

Elinda set off immediately.

The other maids finished their tasks and waited outside the door.

"Renila, my daughter."

Viserys rushed in, his eyes immediately falling on his daughter and the swaddled baby. He exclaimed with delight, "What wonderful news!"

His grandson, let him hold him.

Renilla smiled slightly and proudly handed over the swaddled baby, as if she had completed a perfect work of art.

“Good prince.” Viserys skillfully held the child, his smile kind: “Very strong, you will become a warrior that strikes fear into the hearts of all.”

It's so cute.

Emon smiled and massaged Renilla's lower abdomen to help expel lochia.

He felt his uncle had gone a bit too far.

The child's skin was clearly wrinkled and quite ugly.

"Have you chosen a name?"

Viserys' eyes lit up; he hadn't discussed his grandson's name with his daughter beforehand.

Rhaenyra took a breath and said softly, "Lucris Targaryen, that's the little guy's name."

"Um??"

Viserys frowned. "That's not a traditional Targaryen name."

House Valerian.

"We respect Lannar's opinion regarding the name she chose."

Renilla gave a charming smile.

“Is that so?” Viserys’s eyes dimmed, and he said suspiciously, “That’s a real shame.”

Imon nodded repeatedly.

The name was given by Lannar, the naming rights were granted by Renilla, and he approved of it.

Because he and Renilla both believed that the second son's conception and birth were due to him sleeping in Lannar's bed and taking the place of her boy.

The two still believed Ari Frieden's prophecy.

"Okay, that's a good name too."

Viserys reluctantly agreed, raised his hand and looked down to tease his little grandson: "Grow up quickly, your mother and brother need your help."

It's easy to see that he has high hopes for this baby.

Although he was like that with every child at first.

"Don't move around, I'll find you some delicious food that will help you recover."

Imon felt sorry for Renilla.

Renilla chuckled awkwardly; childbirth had exhausted her, and her already not-so-bright mind had become even less sharp.

A sudden inspiration struck Imon, and he brought up the card panel.

Amidst the swirling mist, the shadowy silhouettes of three gray cards flickered.

1. [Yi language]: "Do you want to learn to read? Look at this."

The card has a white background and a picture of a sheepskin book with a cover printed with characters resembling Chinese characters in a foreign language.

2. [An unusual egg]: "A blue egg, very expensive."

The card is grass green and features a blue egg standing upright.

3. [Blessing]: "Contains beautiful blessings."

The gray card, which has a very high probability of being obtained, is printed with a melody of symbols arranged in a certain order, with a small child standing in the middle in a praying posture.

The prices are: 10, 80, and 15.
After carefully observing the cards, Imon, while helping Renilla up, tapped the first two cards with his finger.

Below the panel, next to the golden hourglass, is the [Magic Essence: 1490]

The exchange cost 90 essence points, leaving 1400 essence points remaining.

The moment the card appeared, it was invisible to outsiders; Imon simply flipped his hand and put it into his spatial ring.

Gray cards cannot be redeemed.

Don't be fooled by the nice-sounding name; once you redeem it, you'll find it's actually a blessing.

Always losing money, never making a profit.

Imon looked up, a smile on his face: "I remember, there seems to be something extraordinary."

Boom boom boom!
Sir Harold, Commander of the Kingsguard, knocked on the door, interrupting, "Your Majesty, the Prime Minister requests your presence at a royal meeting."

"Wait a minute, I haven't had enough of looking at this sturdy little guy yet."

Viserys glanced up, not in a hurry to go.

Sir Harold nodded amicably to the Prince and Princess, then said, "If you don't go now, you'll be late again."

Viserys' face darkened, and he returned the swaddling clothes to his nephew.

It's still Dorn's problem.

They discussed it back and forth endlessly.

I really don't know what these ministers are doing!
(End of this chapter)