Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 368: The Tactics of Procrastination
Corliss's forceful words reached Eamon's ears within a few days.

Construction of the Arm of Dorne is on track.

After much deliberation, Immon rode his dragon back to Tidehead Island, intending to meet the old sea serpent.

……

"I knew you would come back."

Kolis stood in front of the gates of Climax City, looking at his good son-in-law with a playful smile.

Amon, travel-worn, walked straight into the door and said speechlessly, "He's still my child, after all. Do you really think that just because you two old folks make a decision on your own, you can have absolute authority?"

This would not be valid under current laws.

Corliss's face darkened, cursing inwardly that this kid was still as troublesome as ever.

After entering the castle, washing up and changing clothes.

As he walked, drying his hair, Aemon asked, "Where is His Majesty?"

The attendant bowed his head and whispered, "They are taking a midday rest. The Queen and the Princess have already received the news."

That's it!
Imon nodded slightly and walked into Hall 9, where Corliss was located.

At this moment, Corliss sat firmly on his parents' throne, exuding a calm and determined air.

Aymon's eyes darted around, and he basically understood what was going on.

Although the adoption by the eldest uncle and the sea serpent was illegal, the king and the prime minister are the law.

He originally planned to wait until Lana gave birth to a boy before deciding whether to agree.

The sea serpent is pressuring us now, so it's not easy to negotiate.

"Don't get any funny ideas. This was agreed upon by the King on behalf of the Royal Family, and no one can disobey him."

Corliss spoke calmly.

"uh-huh."

Imon remained silent, focusing intently on his thoughts.

Kolis stood up, his imposing figure exuding an air of authority, and walked step by step toward the stairs: "I can tell you clearly that the King approves of this matter, and if you disobey, you are disobeying the King's command."

On the very beginning of their return voyage, they blocked the king's path.

Viserys was speechless at his question, only saying that Lannar was pregnant and it was inconvenient for her, and that he would have to ask Aemon for his opinion.

It was a very hasty procrastination, but it was of no use.

Upon hearing this, Imon narrowed his eyes slightly and retorted, "Do you think I'm afraid of disobeying the king's orders?"

That's ridiculous. Who do they think they are?

He settled in the valley, obeying orders but not decrees; who could control him?

"Without considering the consequences of breaking a promise for the royal family?"

Kolis did not press further, and stopped a meter in front of Immon.

Imon simply sneered, "I'll consider it."

"Um??"

Corliss was taken aback. What was this kid talking about?

Amon looked arrogantly up at the person and said, "Who says I don't agree to adoption? I'd love to be adopted, but I'll decide who gets adopted."

"Who?" Corliss narrowed his eyes, suspicion creeping in.

Imon said calmly, "I don't know, let's see what Lannar gives birth to."

"????"

Collis was immediately bewildered.

Logically, he should have been interested in his granddaughter, Benedict Targaryen, a little girl who seemed brave, generous, and adventurous at first glance.

Children like this are the kind of children who are suited to make a living at sea, like the Valerian family.

But what nonsense is this kid spouting?

What does it mean to say that Lana will give birth to something first, and then consider adopting someone else?

Corliss was enraged and snapped, "Do you think adoption is a child's play?!"

Aemon glanced at him, then turned his head away dismissively, ignoring him.

joke.

Whether or not you adopt the child is your business.

But who to adopt isn't someone you fancy; it's someone I have to adopt.

"you……"

Corliss's face was cold, and he was about to lose his temper and fly into a rage.

Boom boom boom!
There was a loud knocking on the hall door, and a maid, panting heavily, exclaimed excitedly, "My lord, Your Highness, Miss Lannar... has given birth!"

Aemon: !!!!
sea ​​snake:!!

……

"what!!"

Inside the delivery room, loud screams echoed down the corridor.

Everyone inside the castle was alerted and rushed to the corridor to await news.

Imon lowered his head and crossed his arms.

Although it's not my first time being a father, nor is it the first time I've faced this situation.

I still... I still can't help but feel flustered.

"I hope Lannar has a safe delivery and that nothing unexpected happens."

Aemon closed his eyes and prayed silently.

In the original world, Lana died during her second pregnancy.

It's no longer 121AC; having missed the "red spring," things should be going smoothly now... good.

"how is the situation?"

Corliss paced back and forth, quickly catching a maid who was going out to change the water.

The maid said tremblingly, "She is in labor, and it's too early to tell when she will give birth."

"Go!"

Corliss released his grip and urged the maid to get back to what she was doing.

He had also heard of the prophecy spoken by a forest witch, and he was worried about his daughter's condition.

Viserys arrived, supported by Alison. Upon seeing his nephew Aemon, he went up to comfort him, saying, "It's alright, the gods will protect you."

"Hmm." Imon said sullenly.

After waiting for fifteen minutes.

"what!!"

A bloodcurdling scream followed by the cry of a baby, and then the maids' excited chatter.

Immon looked up abruptly, a smile spreading across his face.

Steady!

After a flurry of activity, the maids came out one after another and told Imon that he could go in and take a look.

"You've worked hard, you'll get a reward."

Eamon expressed his gratitude repeatedly, then quickly pulled over Helena, whose face was pale, and emptied the little girl's beautiful wallet.

……

Once inside.

Lanaer, dressed in a loose white gauze dress, reclined on the chair during childbirth, her forehead and temples damp with sweat.

"Come on, take a look at this little guy."

The delivery went smoothly and didn't take long; she still had some energy left.

"Let me see you first."

Amon knelt down, grasped her slender, icy hand, and felt an overwhelming sense of relief. To be honest...

Even before he entered the door, he was admiring his uncle and Damon's mental fortitude.

The death of a wife who is with you day and night, with whom you have shared children, during childbirth must be an immense blow to a man.

Especially the Targaryens, who are known for their romantic nature.

He didn't even dare to imagine how bad things would be if anything happened to Lannar.

"Woooooo~~"

Imon's expression twisted, and he burst into tears, clutching Lannar's hand tightly.

"Thank goodness you're alright."

Lannar: ...

Her native language is Valyrian, not speechless.

I suffered during childbirth, why are you crying?
A grown man like you, aren't you ashamed?

Imon doesn't care about this or that; he doesn't claim to be a great and righteous figure. He looks like a young man, but his heart remains sincere.

Laugh when you want to laugh, cry when you want to cry.

For an adult to cry openly and honestly is an extremely difficult thing in itself.

But these are rights that everyone should have!

"Okay, okay, don't cry anymore."

Lannar took out one hand and ruffled Imon's hair, giving a helpless wry smile: "I'm fine, calm down, there are still people outside."

"also."

Imon's sorrow abruptly ceased; he wiped away his tears and resumed a relieved smile.

Lana rolled her eyes, feeling a bit suffocated and about to faint.

This guy can change his expression in no time.

"Let me check on my son."

Imon shifted his feet, stood up, and looked down at the little guy lying in Lannar's arms.

It was white and tender, without any of the red and wrinkled appearance of a normal newborn.

Upon closer inspection, the little guy had platinum blonde stubble on his head, a high and straight nose, and large, tightly closed eyes. He looked more like Lanaer.

"Hey, don't move!"

Lannar's expression changed, and she reached out to slap Imon's hand.

Immon reluctantly stopped, abandoning his idea of ​​prying open the little guy's eyelids to check the color of his pupils.

Targaryens are typically silver-gold hair and purple eyes.

The little guy has platinum blonde stubble, and his pupils are probably different too.

"Think of a name for him."

Lana gently picked up the baby, while warily turning away from the unreliable father.

Aemon: "Boy or girl?"

"boy."

"Mecca Targaryen."

Immon was straightforward, saying it was a name he had thought of long ago.

The boy's name is Mecca Targaryen, and the girl's name is Mel Targaryen.

“Meka…”

Lana murmured, seemingly satisfied, and touched the tip of her nose to little Meka's forehead with a doting expression.

The two were affectionate for a while.

"I heard from the maids that my father forced the king to abide by the adoption agreement?"

Lannar is a worrier; she had barely put down little Meka when she started worrying about things outside.

Aemon looked up at her and replied with certainty, "That is indeed the case."

"Then what do you think?"

Lana looked slightly helpless and reached out to stroke his face.

Amon smiled. "The sea serpent has its eye on Benedictine, but I won't let him have his way."

Besides, the person to be adopted is already lying in the mother's arms.

Lannar was silent for a moment, a trace of loneliness flashing in her eyes, and she sighed softly, "I miss my mother, and I wonder where she is now."

Rhaenys never returned, and even her children never heard from her again.

Imon frowned, staring intently into her eyes, trying to discern something from them.

The two had never discussed adoption, but judging from their earlier remarks, the other party seemed to support it.

Lannar raised her eyes and said, "I am very worried about Father and Lannino. The Valerian family has reached a dead end and has begun to act recklessly in order to find a way out."

As she spoke, she tightened her arms around little Meka, her gaze complex as she gently stroked her cheek.

This statement also reveals a strong sense of reluctance.

In Westeros, and indeed in this era and the world.

It is a recognized tradition that a woman follows her husband after marriage.

Some noblewomen even changed their surname to their husband's when they got married.

Although Lannaer wasn't the kind of ungrateful person who forgot her family after getting married, she was still very unhappy that her father wanted to take one of her children away.

Childbirth can take a woman's life.

No mentally sound woman would willingly give up her child.

At first, Eamon was surprised, but after seeing the way Lannar looked at Little Meka, he understood a little better.

She was against it.

Moreover, it was an extremely strong opposition.

"Forehead……"

Imon paused, then touched his lips with his hand: "You will be the heir to Tidehead Island, and so will your children."

"so what?"

Lana's eyes were unfriendly.

Amon hesitated for a moment: "I think it's still possible... to agree."

Seven levels of hell!
He's become a conservative.

……

As Aemon carried the swaddled baby out the door, he was immediately surrounded by Viserys, Corliss, and others.

Without further ado, he called the two men and headed straight for the Ninth Navigation Hall.

Since we're going to talk, let's discuss things openly.

Upon arriving at the destination, Imon said, "I've discussed the adoption with Lannar."

"The results of it?"

Corliss abandoned the idea of ​​seeing her grandson and shifted her focus first.

Imon bluntly stated, "Your reason for proposing adoption is nothing more than your concern about Lannino's fertility."

"If Lannino has no children three years after his official marriage, I will adopt a child into his name."

"Then I want the pearl..."

Collis's eyes lit up, and he was about to launch into a tirade.

"You have no choice."

Imon waved his hand to interrupt, saying condescendingly, "This is a matter for the children to choose. You and Lannino remember to work hard and fulfill your duties as grandfather and uncle."

The Valerian family is so wealthy, they shouldn't be stingy or miserly.

(End of this chapter)