Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 46: Weird vs. Honeyed Mouth

The arrival of the dragon immediately alarmed the entire castle.

Servants hid everywhere and soldiers swarmed out.

"Stop, that's Prince Daemon!"

Seeing that chaos was about to break out, Sir Steve kept yelling.

Faced with the giant dragon, the soldiers were terrified and stood far away, not daring to get close.

"What a big dragon, worthy of being called Korakshu."

All Aemon could see was the "bloodthirsty giant worm" and his breathing became rapid.

As soon as I heard the name, it seemed to suit him very well.

"Hiss!"

Korakxiu was a unruly man. He roared at the soldiers outside, causing a second round of hot wind.

For a moment, the whole place was silent.

"Quiet, Korakhuu."

The person on the dragon's back looked down and gently patted the dragon's back.

When Aemon looked at him again, he was facing the glaring sunlight and could not see clearly.

On the other side, the person on the dragon's back slowly walked down.

The soldiers drew their swords, fearing that a giant dragon would appear and run rampant.

Damon had no scruples at all, and saw a silver-gold figure approaching with a clear goal early on.

"prince!"

Sir Steve was alert and stood in front of the prince.

Even though they are father and son, they have to be on guard as part of their duty.

It was heard in the early years that Prince Daemon did not like the son born to his first wife, calling him a dragon cub who would never grow up.

Soon after Lady Rhea gave birth, she called her son a bastard.

The news soon reached the ears of the old King, His Majesty Jaehaerys, who took the newly born Prince back to the Red Keep to take care of him.

Eight years have passed in the blink of an eye. Who knows whether the father and son can live in peace.

Damon kept walking, glancing at the White Knight indifferently, until he could go no further.

He lowered his head and quietly looked at the only silver-haired boy present.

"Sir, it's okay."

Aemon was very calm and walked from behind the crowd to the front.

Less than two feet apart, the two Targaryens, one big and one small, sized each other up.

Daemon has a stern face, a tall and lean figure, and exudes a capable temperament when wearing hard leather armor.

The most striking thing is.

He wore a dead wood crown on his head, and his shoulder-length hair was trimmed down to short silver-gold hair that fell over his ears.

This made Imon doubt the purpose of the other party's visit.

He felt guilty about his son.

Or maybe, just come to Fushishi City to show off your achievements.

Damon was also looking at the boy in front of him.

He was of a decent height, with Targaryen-style handsomeness, and a little bit of sweat on his forehead from training.

What satisfied him most was that the little guy was very brave and remained calm throughout the whole process.

After a few seconds.

Yimon hesitated for a moment and took the initiative to greet him: "Hello, father."

The voice is dry.

No emotion, just politeness.

Daemon smiled faintly, glanced at the two flags that stood out among the soldiers on the perimeter, and spoke in High Valyrian: "It seems you have found a way to get along."

He also thought the rumors about King's Landing were false.

What white deer, being crowned a prince, being loved by people...

Is that still your son?
Oh, it turns out it’s because of precocity.

Aemon raised an eyebrow and spoke in High Valyrian: "You wear a crown."

"You are already a prince, I can't just stand still."

There was a smile in Damon's eyes, and he was quite satisfied with his son.

He is fluent in Valyrian.

It not only makes communication easier, but also enhances relationships.

Imon opened his mouth, but had nothing to say.
Could it be that this was the title bestowed upon me by my uncle himself?

And you wear a crown, my dear uncle, your good brother, do you know this?

Damon didn't know his son's little trick. He looked around at the soldiers on standby and said calmly, "You are the master here, why don't you take me as a guest?"

The subject was changed very abruptly.

Aemon said nothing more, turned around and led the way.

He remained expressionless, but secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

It would be a lie to say I wasn't nervous facing my father Damon.

The father and son have known each other for eight years, and the number of times they have met can be counted on one hand.

Before the meeting, he had imagined various scenarios.

The other party disliked him and said something hurtful.

Either they dislike each other and cause some family disputes.

Fortunately, Damon acted a bit like a father and treated him well.

There is no need for the father to say goodbye to his son.

...In the spacious hall.

"My husband, what wind brings you to the valley?"

Madam Leia sat in the main seat and asked curiously, "Finally you remembered that you have a family and came back to reunite with them?"

Damon stood in the hall with a cold expression.

Lady Rhea raised her swan neck proudly and said sarcastically, "Although I don't want to, the goats in the valley may be able to do it."

"After all, our sheep are better looking, you can pick any nest you want to keep."

These are all insults that the other party has said.

As the Royce family motto goes, "We Remember."

Damon listened to everything, shifted his gaze elsewhere, and a hint of contempt appeared at the corner of his mouth.

If it weren't for the fact that he wanted to see his son, he would rather sleep with a goat in his arms.

Yimon was right next to them and was stunned at the moment.

My mother is very aggressive, which is completely different from her usual frugal personality.

Yes, Lady Rhea is still producing output.

She looked up at the crown on her husband's head, her eyes full of hostility, and sneered, "I heard that you won the war, but you didn't throw yourself into your brother's warm embrace, and chose to stay in the Stone Steps Islands and play house?"

A remote place where no one lives.

The other party actually thought that by occupying that place, they could be on equal footing with the king's brother.

What a big joke.

Damon remained silent and just glanced at his son beside him with an ambiguous expression.

"What is your purpose in coming to Rune City?"

Lady Rhea restrained herself a little and asked cautiously, "Are you here to show off your ridiculous crown, or to take away your bloodline?"

She knew her husband too well.

I won't set foot in the valley without a reason.

I have to say, women's intuition is very accurate.

Daemon raised his head, his eyes completely fixed on his son, and said calmly: "You have been well brought up, and you look like a Targaryen."

"Haha, hearing compliments from you is like a dog changing its diet to eat shit."

Madam Leia sneered and spoke in a sarcastic tone.

Damon looked down on him and turned to walk out: "I'll leave my son to you. The valley is more suitable for him."

After that, he called Emon: "Take me out for a walk. I can't breathe in this castle that smells like sheep dung."

"Damon, he is my son and he will never leave with you."

Madam Rhea said excitedly.

Damon turned a deaf ear and strode out the door.

Seeing that his mother did not stop him, Aemon pondered for a moment and followed his father Damon.

If a couple is incompatible, it is better to keep their distance.

As soon as I walked out the door, I saw Damon take a deep breath and curse, "Bitch!"

Eamon: ...

You are worthy of being my father!

Her little mouth is really sweet.

Damon was too suppressed to have a big argument in front of his son.

Almost red warm.

……

Outside Fushi City.

Two silver-haired figures, one big and one small, walked together on the leafy grassland.

The father and son were not familiar with each other, so neither of them said anything.

The further we walked, the quieter it became.

"Hiss... Ga..."

Korak was lying not far away, with his long neck raised high, watching with great interest.

Aemon looked over when he heard the voice, a hint of envy flashing in his eyes.

Of all the dragons ever seen, Korakshuu is definitely a giant.

Much larger than Syrax.

Even compared to the older Menghuo, his size is not inferior at all.

Thanks to its snake-like flexible and slender body, its length is even longer, reaching an astonishing 60 meters.

With a pair of broad blood-red wings, it is a nightmare for ground enemies.

"You like it?"

Damon suddenly spoke up.

Aemon was startled when he heard this, and replied, "It is huge and ferocious."

"It's time for Targaryen men to get in touch with dragons sooner."

Damon nodded slightly and changed direction.

Aemon was delighted and followed closely.

"Hiss!"

Korakhuu growled, his huge body swaying slightly.

Damon walked to the ferocious dragon head and stretched out his hand: "Come, give me your hand."

Aemon did so.

Daemon said nothing, and put his little hand, which had red marks from sword practice, on the side of the dragon's head covered with scarlet scales.

(End of this chapter)