Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 379 The Prosperous Targaryens

"My uncle still can't let go of his pride."

Aemon, cheeks puffed out, ate and laughed, completely unlike his imposing presence in the throne room.

Lana covered her mouth and chuckled.

To use Imon's words, it's all just for show.

Who can keep a straight face and act profound all day long?

……sea snake

...Damon

Renilla also picked up a small cake to taste, and thinking of her father's humiliation, she couldn't help but feel happy: "Who told him to make such a boastful statement? A king should keep his word."

The national treasury agreed to provide financial and food aid to the northern border.

There was no other way; the North was indeed impoverished, and a long winter was approaching.

Imon gave his uncle advice on this matter.

Borrow when you should.

Thanks to his years of foresight, large granaries were built near Wangling, springing up like bamboo shoots after a rain.

There are more than a dozen large grain depots, storing enough to support the million inhabitants of King's Landing for eight years.

The reason for not storing more is that, due to limitations in materials and construction technology, food can only be preserved for about ten years during the cold winter.

Over a longer period of time, no matter how much grain is stored, it will eventually become stale and spoiled.

Meanwhile, outside of Westeros, Myr, known for its handicrafts and agriculture, was also making efforts to stabilize its farming and livestock production.

With the territory of Mil (half of the disputed lands) under Mil's control, there is enough to support a million people and their families of dragons.

Valhal, which controls the vital passage between the two fjords, can also purchase grain at any time.

At this moment, the Iron Throne was full of confidence in the face of the great cold.

It feels stable and reassuring.

Therefore, lending some food to the North will not have any impact.

"The North is too poor!"

Lannar had no appetite and sighed.

Although he came to the Iron Throne to borrow money and food, Kregan won the royal family's hospitality thanks to his upright character and actions in protecting the country and its people.

At the banquet, Viserys asked him many questions about the North.

Who would have thought that the Duke of Winterfell, the Warden of the North, would eat only a few common country dishes and roast meats for a meal, and drink only a simple ale.

Even the young duchess was frugal, dressed simply, wearing only warm leather goods.

In the lower-class noble families, similar cases were commonplace.

Only the Mandela family in White Harbor is somewhat better off.

Aemon swallowed his food and said frankly, "I have discussed it with my uncle and Lord Tyran and we will lend the North three winters' worth of food."

It should be able to last for three years without any problem.

The North has a tradition of storing grain, and this is done year after year, in every household.

However, the land in the North is not fertile enough, and it snows around October and doesn't stop until March or April of the following year, making it impossible to cultivate for half the year.

The grain yield was predictable.

In a normal winter, it's just a matter of tightening your belt.

The cold snap won't stop in just a few months!
Kregan received the message from the Citadel, and was forced to go south to seek royal assistance because he had no other choice.

In the original story, it was precisely because of the lack of food that the Eastern Wolf Army, which marched south, was so fearless in the face of death.

They were just there to die.

An army composed of elderly men volunteered to go to the south to save food for their wives and children.

"hehe."

Amon suddenly chuckled.

Fortunately, the Iron Throne was occupied by the benevolent Viserius, the eldest uncle. Had it been the mediocre kings or feudal lords of later generations, Kregan would have been in deep trouble.

To be humiliated is the least of one's worries.

Of course, Kregan could also choose to borrow from the Iron Bank.

The Iron Treasury would absolutely be willing to lend him the money.

However, the interest rates at the Iron Bank were too high, so my great-grandfather Jaeheris borrowed money from the Iron Bank to pave the King's Road.

It's comparable to usury.

The royal family can afford it, but impoverished Winterfell cannot.

It was upon hearing this that Kregan traveled south to King's Landing to plead with the renowned king.

He was lucky.

Viserys is a kind-hearted man, and Aemon and Rhaenyra are willing to lend him a hand.

The North cannot afford any more chaos!

Imon took a sip of honey water, his eyes deep as he tilted his head back slightly.

The harsh north was not part of his centralized power plan.

No Targaryen or dragon wanted to go there.

Of the three present, only Rhaenyra had been to Winterfell once and visited the late Lord Rickon Stark.

Imon and Lannar had only ever been to White Harbor.

If I had to put it another way, just as the wolf from the east faces nine deaths and a perilous journey south, the dragon from the north also bears risks.

It's unnecessary, very unnecessary.

As darkness fell, the three of them went to sleep.

Lannar rested her head on her arm and lay on her side on the couch.

Suddenly, Aemon's voice came from beside him: "Aunt Rhaenys is coming back. She says she wants to see the family children."

"..."

A few days later, Aegon, Jenny, and Jasper all returned to King's Landing with their children to attend a welcome banquet.

In the meticulously decorated banquet hall, Rene smiled warmly and politely chatted with the guests, raising her glass in greeting.

If it weren't for the barely perceptible hint of fatigue in her eyes, she would look exactly the same as before.

"Auntie, look who's here."

Aegon was dressed in a magnificent green robe embroidered with golden dragon patterns, and his smile was rather goofy.

Rhaenys exclaimed in delight, "Aegon, and..."

Passing by his fairly robust nephew, his gaze fell upon a slender, tall, and energetic young woman standing beside him.

Samantha Tali.

"your Highness."

Samantha smiled respectfully, yet with an air of confidence.

Renis put down her wine glass, carefully examined the girl, and was very satisfied with her appearance. She smiled and said, "I know your father, Earl Donald. You are indeed a fine young lady of the Tully family."

Even though she had been away from Westerling for a long time, she had heard some stories about Samantha.

After marrying Aegon, she managed the Tower of Babel very well and even partnered with Lord Garwin of Oldtown to open an Oldtown bank.

Of course, none of these were the reasons why Rhaenys thought highly of the other party.

The main point is that Samantha is not only feisty but also good at communication, which allows her to charm her husband and keep the unreliable Aegon in check.

Aegon was still as fair-skinned and strong as ever, looking like a young man in his early twenties.

Thanks to his wife's effective management of willow branches dipped in salt water.

Otherwise, he would have become greasy and overweight from excessive drinking and indulgence long ago.

"That's great, really not bad."

Renis smiled broadly, looking back and forth at the dashing Samantha, not easily recognizing her own reflection in the other's young and beautiful face.

She could sense that they were the same kind of people. "Hehe."

Egon scratched his head and grinned foolishly.

Rhaenys's smile faltered, and she lovingly stroked Egon's handsome profile.

Compared to him, his carefree nephew Aegon is nothing.

They've really stumbled upon a fine cabbage.

Soon after, Helena arrived.

The young girl hasn't changed much. She's grown up from a child, and her fair face, while not exactly beautiful, is definitely not ordinary either.

"aunt."

Helena smiled happily and rushed over to hug her aunt, whom she hadn't seen in a long time.

That innocent look, still carrying the shyness unique to young girls, was far more cheerful than before.

Like a warm and comforting little sun.

"Alright, everyone, come and sit down."

Viserys made a slow entrance, with Alison by his side, who was taking care of him. His appearance drew cheers and applause from the children.

He's an old king of children.

To avoid the banquet being dull, the ministers of the court and Kregan, who was visiting King's Landing, were invited to gather in small groups to chat.

Before long, everyone was seated.

Viserys sat on one side of the banquet table, full of pride, and said with a smile, "Renise, you've missed so much all these years you've been gone."

Renis smiled, neither confirming nor denying.

Viserys, never one to be bothered, quickly said, "Come and meet the newborns in the family."

A string of tiny little kids jumped down from the table, chattering away.

Sort by age.

The two sons of Imon and Rhaenyra: 9-year-old Lusris and 7-year-old Belron

A son of Immon and Lannar: 8-year-old Mecca
A son of Eamon and Jenny: 6-year-old Jobert

Jane, a 5-year-old daughter of Eamon and Jansef.
Aegon and Samantha's twins: 3-year-old boy Meral and girl Jahnilla.

Aegon and Samantha's youngest son: Valar, who was one and a half years old.
There are 8 children in total, and each one is different.

Rhaenys laughed in surprise, glancing at the grinning Aemon and the smug Aegon. She never expected her two nephews to be so prolific.

Together, the two of them managed to cause the Targaryen population to swell dramatically.

"it is good!"

Renis was speechless for a moment, looking intently at each of the little ones.

Xiao Lu, Mecca, and Bellon are already familiar with each other, and there's also his grandson.

She paid a little more attention to the brother and sister, Jobert and Jane.

Both children were handsome and well-behaved, standing neatly in place with the air of princes and princesses.

But how should I put it...?
Renis frowned slightly.

Neither the brother nor sister possessed the silver hair and purple eyes typical of the Targaryen family.

Jobert is handsome, with the traditional black hair of the Erin family, indigo eyes, and is even taller than his 7-year-old brother Meka.

Jane was petite and somewhat thin, with skin so white that you could see the fine veins under her face, and her hair was a fiery red.

Renis glanced at Jenny and Jansef without making a sound.

Not surprisingly, that's just how the Targaryen family is.

When a male mates with a woman from another family, the dominant genes for hair and eye color will most likely be inherited by the mother in the firstborn child, and only later children will have silver hair and purple eyes.

This further highlights Alison's voluptuousness.

Aegon, the firstborn son of Aegon, was a pure Targaryen with silver hair and purple eyes.

Then, he looked at Aegon's three children.

Meral was adorable, while Valar was a bit dazed. The two silver-haired, purple-eyed boys leaned against each other, their expressions and mannerisms strikingly similar to Aegon's.

Jhenira was rather shy, her little hands clasped together, only daring to peek at people.

Pay attention, you're not stupid!!
Aemon looked around for a while, glancing at Samantha under the table, who was stepping on Aegon's grinning feet, and was quite satisfied.

In the original story, Aegon and Helena had twins and a son.

The two sons didn't do much, and were then caught in the vortex of the Black and Green parties.

His daughter, Jahnera, survived and married Aegon the Dragonbane.

Unfortunately, he died tragically in a palace conspiracy.

The family history clearly states that Jhenira was "mentally challenged," literally.

Like Aemon's youngest great-aunt, Gary Targaryen, she was a poor girl with physical defects.

Eamon speculated that the reason lay with Helena and genetics.

Helena herself has a knack for dreaming, which may have an impact on the fetus.

Siblings... can also have an impact.

However, Aegon married Samantha, so he had no such worries, and their three children were all healthy and clever.

In particular, the little girl Jhenira hatched the dragon egg that her uncle Darren had given her.

Young Dragon - Coal Fire

A small, slender, silver-black baby dragon.

"Alright, kids, get back to your seats. It's time for a big meal."

The two elders present, Viserys and Rhaenys, greeted the children together.

The little ones cheered and returned to their parents.

Imon smiled.

Excluding the three older children, Jaeharis, Little Bey, and Little Ray, half of the remaining eight children are dragon riders.

Small Road - Araks

Mecca - Newly Tamed Starlight

Belron-Terekhue

Jhenira - Coal Fire

Jobert, Jane, and the brothers Meral and Valar failed to hatch the dragon eggs in their cradles and were not yet dragon riders.

"Eat up, today's honey-glazed roasted meat is absolutely amazing."

Viserys munched on beef ribs while calling to his nephew.

He's in high spirits today.

Apart from their second son, Imond, who was away in the storm, the whole family was here.

...Damon with his two sons, Aegon Jr. and Viserion.

boom--

Suddenly, a loud roar came from the Red Keep, followed by the urgent chimes of the bells at the top of King's Landing Cathedral.

"Ok?"

Viserys was startled by the sound.

The frequency of this bell's ringing is not that of a normal bell.

Aemon got up, and the other children, as curious as Daeron, went to the window to look at the view of King's Landing.

"Hiss... Gah..."

The next moment, accompanied by a sharp, sonic roar, a hurricane swept across the glass windows of the Red Keep.

Amon frowned, opened the window, and leaned out.

A familiar crimson dragon shadow soared through the air, its slender, snake-like body weaving back and forth, its broad, crimson wings flapping to block out the sunlight above the Red Keep.

(End of this chapter)