Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 370 Aemon: I have nine children, nine!

"Come in!"

After seeing off his three children, Aemon went to the king's bedchamber, and as soon as he knocked, he heard a response accompanied by a cough.

Aemon pushed open the door and entered, first seeing the indignant Aemon. His gaze swept over the indifferent Sir Harold, and he nodded slightly without saying a word.

"Come, sit down."

Viserys, now emaciated, with thinning gray hair and a pale, swollen face, smiled at his nephew and said, "This lad is in a huff; I knew you'd be coming."

Eight years have passed, and this frail and sickly "young king" has become even weaker.

Even with the offerings of spiritual crops such as yellow jade rice, large eggs, and yellow goat milk, one cannot escape the aging of bodily functions, which leads to various complications.

Imon rolled his eyes, naturally sat down next to the stone figurine table, and complained, "You're just trying to avoid trouble, but all the trouble comes to me. Who's the king between us?"

"hehe."

Viserys chuckled, not bothering to respond.

Aemon was a very gifted child, he always was, he learned everything quickly, including his ability to govern.

Over the years, the kingdom has relied on it extensively.

"Renera has just given birth. If you're willing to let her rule the country and let my granddaughter go hungry, then never mind what I said."

Viserys' lips curled up, but as soon as he smiled, he couldn't hold back his breath and started coughing.

Sir Harold remained unfazed and calmly patted the king on the back to soothe him.

The king is 52 years old, which is considered advanced age in this era.

"Hiss~~"

Imon clicked his tongue, but still felt a little sorry for him.

Speaking of which, he's really made it big.

There are a lot of kids.

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There are now nine children enrolled in the royal family genealogy.

Besides her eldest son Jaehaerys and second son Luthriss, Rhaenyra lived up to her reputation for abundance, giving birth to her third son, Belron Targaryen, the year after Lannar gave birth to him.

At the beginning of last year, thanks to the couple's efforts, their long-awaited daughter was born.

Visonia Targaryen.

She gave birth to four children on her own, and Lannar raised three of them.

Jenny and Jansvet of the Vale naturally had a son, Jobert Targaryen, aged 6, and a daughter, Jane Targaryen, aged 5.

The boy's name is self-explanatory; it is not a traditional Targaryen or Valyrian name.

It is a tribute to the late Lord Jobert Royce.

Eamon's great-uncle, Jenny's adoptive father.

The girl's name was even more outrageous; it was chosen by Janice to commemorate her friendship with Jenny, and she simply used the single character "Jane".

Imon remained silent but accepted it.

The Targaryens definitely need some new names to come in, instead of just repeating the same few names over and over again.

Big Eigon... Little Eigon, it's like odd-even license plate restrictions.

Why didn't you ask me to go?

Imond suddenly spoke, ignoring his father's disapproving look, and glanced sideways at his dear cousin who was sitting there.

Viserys immediately snapped, "Shut up, Amond!"

The latter's expression changed, his already resentful look turning even more gloomy, and he turned his head away in a huff.

Viserys didn't hold back either, angrily retorting, "You think you're so smart? Besides you, no one else in the royal family should achieve anything."

Imond lowered his head, stubbornly remaining silent.

Seeing that the time was right, Aemon spoke up to resolve the misunderstanding, explaining that Aemon was the most outstanding and elite warrior in the royal family besides himself, and should not go out easily, but should stay and guard King's Landing.

People are more afraid of authority than of virtue.

Both Renilla and Lannar are dragon riders, with the latter being the rider of the world's largest dragon, "Vaghar." However, simply because she is a woman, she is looked down upon by the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms.

Jaeharis made a name for himself everywhere, but he was still a child and lacked the prestige to back him up.

In contrast, within the royal family, after Aegon had three grandchildren for his parents, he completely let himself go, spending his days drunk and utterly intoxicated.

Unless it's wartime, we can't count on them.

Darren was also young and lived far away in the old town.

Only Aemond, known as "Little Damon," possessed the Targaryen's formidable power, causing the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms to avoid him at all costs.

"Are you serious about me?" Imond was taken aback by his words.

Aemon said with certainty, "Yes, it's you."

"..."

boom!
Imond left, satisfied.

"What a troublesome guy."

Viserys shook his head, unsure whether he was angry at his son's impolite request or worried about the boy's intelligence.

Aemon smiled and recounted his plan to send Jaeheris and his two companions to Valantis to quell the rebellion, then continued:

"Lord Corliss is impatient and has been sending people to meet with me repeatedly these past few days."

boom!
The door opened, and a robust, old man walked in.

Speak of sea serpents, and sea serpents appear.

"Your Majesty, Prince."

Corliss bowed slightly, his eyes showing more crow's feet, but his condition remained robust.

Viserys watched with envy and jealousy, and raised his hand: "Get up, Lord Corliss."

Kolis didn't delay and went straight to the point about the adoption of his grandson/daughter, demanding that it be done as soon as possible.

He couldn't wait any longer.

He is 66 years old this year.

His Majesty Jaeheris, praised by the seven kingdoms as a "centenarian king," only lived to the age of 69.

His son Lannino's marriage was confirmed several times afterward, and he never disappointed him in terms of disappointment.

He had consummated his marriage with his daughter-in-law Cassandra, but she was unable to conceive.

Corliss was sometimes angry, sometimes relieved.

She was furious that her son was infertile and she couldn't have a grandson.

Fortunately, she couldn't give birth, thus preserving the purity of her family bloodline.

"Uh, I understand." Aemon and Viserys exchanged a glance, hesitated for a moment, and then nodded sincerely.

To be honest, he felt a little sorry for the other person.

Lannino has different tastes, but he is not incapable of consummating his marriage with a woman, a fact he has confirmed.

As for how to verify it...

On his wedding night, Lannino slipped an excessive amount of drug powder into his wife's drink, causing quite a commotion.

Egon told him only afterward.

Driven by greed, he didn't buy the brothel-specific version, but rather stolen veterinary drugs meant to induce estrus and pregnancy in horses.

A single spoonful is enough to exhaust a warhorse to the point of collapse.

Eamon gave the whole packet to Lannino.

"..."

But it still didn't work.

If it doesn’t work, it doesn’t work!

Lannino was extremely frustrated, and Eamon was at a loss.

After all, you can't take veterinary drugs all the time; they can really kill you.

Four years have passed in the blink of an eye, and Cassandra's belly remains still.

"Thank you, Your Majesty. The Valerian family will remember this."

Reassured, Corliss gladly took his leave.

"Hey."

After the person left, Viserys sighed.

Imon ignored him, knowing that his uncle had regretted his promise and didn't want to keep it.

When you have a daughter, you want a son; when you have a grandson, you want a grandson.

Aegon lived up to his reputation and fulfilled Viserys' two wishes.

Unfortunately, after having it, I realized that it was actually pretty much the same.

Although the Benedictine sisters and Mecca were not born to Rhaenyra, they were the legitimate offspring of their nephew Aemon, possessing true Targaryen dragon blood, and were all clever and capable.

For a royal family with a small population, it's a waste to push such a good child away.

That's no different from cutting off his flesh.

However, considering his uncle's poor health, Eamon didn't expose him, but secretly gave Sir Harold a wink.

Sir Harold nodded slightly and went out.

Before long, the sound of hurried footsteps came from outside the door.

"Grandpa!"

Two handsome silver-haired boys rushed in, both dressed in matching black clothes and wearing the same harmless smiles.

Viserys perked up and actually sat up from his chair.

“Grandfather, I’m going to go out to sea with my father tomorrow to see Araks at the First Fire Peak.”

The older silver-haired boy is Luthris Targaryen, who is cute and kind-hearted, but a bit talkative and cheeky.

"Uh-huh."

The younger, silver-haired boy is Belron Targaryen. He has a kind face and bright, violet eyes. He is usually quiet, but he is a man of action.

"The First Fire Peak, that's a really nice place."

Viserys was completely charmed and couldn't help but burst into laughter.

The two boys are not young anymore, one is 9 years old and the other is 7 years old, both of them are old enough to understand things.

Bellon grasped his grandfather's hand and said straightforwardly, "Grandfather, let's go together."

"Forehead…"

Viserys hesitated for a moment, then looked to his nephew for help.

Amon turned his head away, pretending not to see it.

Seeing this, the two boys clung to him even more tightly.

No wonder Renilla's dragon blood is so potent; she truly deserves the title of "Light of the Kingdom."

The children born are all of excellent quality.

When Luthris was six years old, he landed on Dragonstone and first encountered Arax, the first of the five generations of dragons to hatch.

By fate's arrangement, the human and the dragon fell in love.

Belron was even more formidable, officially establishing the First Fire Peak as a breeding ground for young dragons, and planning to relocate young dragons from places like King's Landing, Dragonstone, and others.

The young dragon Terekhu, who had always lived in the dragon's lair, rebelled, broke free from the chains of the dragon tamer, and charged out as a dragon.

Then, he was hit by Belon.

When the dragon tamers found them, Terekshue was lying next to Belron, the two cubs snuggling together and munching on a biscuit.

A dragon eating cookies?!
There are too many flaws in Emon, and I still have a prejudice against Terekhue.

Ironically, he was the one who personally hatched that brownish-yellow baby dragon... He used an incubator to hatch it by hand, and stayed by its side when it hatched.

"Imon, tell them to stop bothering me."

Viserys was exasperated by his grandchildren's tantrums and, clutching his forehead and chest as if he were in discomfort, quickly interrupted his spellcasting.

Eamon only felt that his uncle's acting skills had improved, and pulled his two unruly sons away.

At that moment, Sir Harold returned from outside with a message: "I met Lord Corliss, who is on his way back to Tidehead Island. He asked me to tell Prince Aemon to go to Tidehead Island as soon as possible and not to forget our appointment."

"Any more?"

Aemon knew the sea serpent was extremely anxious, but seeing its hesitant expression, it was clear that there was more to it than met the eye.

Sir Harold nodded helplessly and said, "He also told me to remind you to keep an eye on Duke Boros of Storm's End."

Boros Baratheon.

Rhaenys's cousin, and the in-laws of the Sea Serpent's children.

After the death of his predecessor, Lord Bermond Baratheon of Storm's End, he succeeded him as duke for many years. Relying on his high status and marriage alliances with the royal family and the Valerian, he has become increasingly arrogant in recent years.

"That pig Boros, what could he possibly be worth paying attention to?"

Eamon frowned, wondering if the pig had had enough of its good life.

Sir Harold gave a wry smile: "I don't know, Lord Corliss only said that much."

(End of this chapter)