Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 50 Idiot Beauty
A stone building brothel.

Aemon and Rhaenyra, hand in hand, stopped in front of the door.

"Do you really want to go in?"

Eamon confirmed.

Rhaenyra's eyes were firm, and she nodded, "I'm here now."

Eamon: ...

What a powerful reason, it really needs to be dealt with.

Cole looked embarrassed and advised: "Princess, this is not the place for you to come."

"Damon is in there."

Rhaenyra would not listen.

"Prince Daemon is a man, you are different!"

Cole said nervously.

Rhaenyra shook her head: "He is a man, but I am the heir to the Iron Throne, no less than he is."

"But you are a girl. If the king knew, he would hang me."

Cole was so anxious that he was dancing and talking non-stop.

Aemon watched silently, feeling a little sympathetic.

He felt that the other party was about to break.

"Shut up, Cole!"

Rhaenyra scolded and ordered, "If you don't want to accompany me, stay where you are."

After saying that, he pulled Imon and rushed in.

Aemon was broken too.

There is a secret world inside the brothel.

Passing through the curtained door, the inside was brightly lit and filled with pungent aromas.

There are both men and women, each with their own duties.

One hugged that one, and that one hugged the other one.

The crowd was so dense that it could be compared to a large gathering without any obstructions.

Aemon held his breath, just looking dazzled, his young mind was shocked.

In my two lifetimes, I have never seen such a grand scene.

"Don't look."

Rainira blushed and covered his eyes with her hands.

"Close your eyes, too."

Imon's little hands were faster and covered the other's entire face tightly.

The golden hook hanging upside down!
I saw a stye.

The two men, one big and one small, were wearing old coarse clothes, covering each other's faces, blocking the doorway, forming an unusual sight.

Some people looked on and laughed, while others whispered.

Who would bring a child to a brothel? It looks like she's a girl.

After a while.

Yimeng couldn't stand the lascivious music any more: "Let go of my hands, let's go upstairs."

Rhaenyra was stunned.

"Stupid! The person you're looking for is upstairs."

Yimeng pulled his hand away from his eyes and dragged him upstairs.

Rhaenyra's face flushed red, and her forehead was almost steaming.

Yimon held her hand and felt his palms were sweaty. He kept struggling to hold his hand back.

I used my white fingertips to apply force, as if that gave me a sense of security.

Second floor, private room.

The two found Damon's location without much effort.

It was a room with hollow patterns on the windows, almost semi-open.

A dozen prostitutes who were too poor to afford clothes were lying in front of the window, watching and flirting with each other.

The two of them arrived just in time, when the matter had just been completed.

The prostitutes dispersed and the crowd quieted down a little.

dong dong!

Imon didn't want to stay any longer, so he banged on the door.

I said sorry to my father in my heart.

It is indeed outrageous that the father and son appeared in a brothel at the same time.

The scene where the son caught his father was so outrageous.

But he really wanted to run away.

"Enter!"

As soon as I knocked on the door, Damon's voice came from inside.

It's a bit dull and I seem to be in a bad mood.

Aemon didn't care and pushed the door open and went inside.

No one will be in a good mood if they are disturbed right after finishing something.

"Aemon?"

Seeing the little figure pushing the door open, Damon cried out in fright.

He was sitting on the balcony enjoying the breeze, with a blanket wrapped around him.

Sit down quickly and cover what needs to be covered.

"Sorry, Dad."

Aemon apologized and walked towards the bed that smelled of lust.

A graceful figure was lying on it, looking extremely tired.

Aemon took out two gold royals from his pocket, threw them in front of the other person's face, and turned his head away: "Go out for a while."

Damon's brain suddenly crashed and he didn't know what was going on.

My son pays me for whoredom?
Filial piety is so great.

After receiving the money, the woman happily ran out without caring whether she was sleepy or tired.

Soon, there were only three people left in the room.

"uncle."

Rhaenyra buried her head and acted like a quail from the moment she entered the door.

Damon took a glance and saw his niece dressed up specially, and his brows immediately frowned.

It’s okay to have just one, at least it’s a boy.

What's going on? His brother died in that stupid woman's belly?

"What are you two doing here?"

Damon stood up and walked silently to his clothes.

"I have something to discuss with you." Rhaenyra looked confused and pulled Aemon's hands behind his back.

Still not at ease.

He held her with her back facing him in his arms and placed his hands on her shoulders.

She already regretted coming here.

My uncle was having fun and showed no sign of trying to ease the relationship, and his attitude was very cold.

Especially when I saw that slutty bitch who just went out.

I suddenly felt a sense of disillusionment.

The uncle who used to be tall, handsome and considerate now seems to be very...hard to describe.

Damon didn't know what his niece was thinking. At the moment, he just wanted the two of them to disappear quickly. He said with a sullen face, "You better be okay."

His brother must be dead.

He can't even control his 12-year-old daughter, and he's fooling around with his son.

An eight-year-old girl comes to a brothel. Can she be useful?

Eamon: ...

Silence is gold.

Dad said we would meet soon, and it was indeed soon.

It's just not pleasant.

Rhaenyra was extremely anxious at the moment and wanted to leave quickly, so she stated her purpose: "Uncle, I would like to ask you to go to Tidehead Island and represent the royal family with us."

"no!"

Damon refused without even thinking about it.

Renira was anxious: "Why?"

Her uncle didn't care about her very much. He loved his father and paid attention to the dignity and respect of the royal family.

He is like the guardian angel of the family.

"No reason."

Daemon put on his clothes and sneered, "When your mother died, I was driven out of King's Landing by your father, and we parted ways."

Aemon clicked his lips, sounding very resentful.

"But after so many years, father no longer blames you. We all miss you very much."

Rainier couldn't hear it and was still trying.

She had no formal contact with power.

I only saw the conflict between my father and uncle, but I didn't know the source of the conflict.

They don't trust each other and are wary of tripping each other up.

The accumulation of contradictions step by step has led to the current situation.

Daemon picked up his sword, lost interest in the conversation, and walked out without looking back: "Whatever you say, Viserys is just a coward. What you see is just the tip of the iceberg."

Before leaving, he pointed at Eamon and sternly warned him: "If I see you in this brothel again, I will break your legs!"

Aemon nodded rapidly.

He was forced, and it was not his intention to destroy the reunion between father and son.

Damon looked at him unfriendly and left in a hurry.

Rainier tried to stop him but was pushed aside.

"why?"

The girl covered her aching shoulder, her eyes reddening uncontrollably.

I felt extremely wronged.

Aemon remained silent, almost getting annoyed by what he saw.

Daemon and Rhaenyra have no conflict of interest.

But Daemon and his brother Viserys are incompatible and neither of them will submit to the other.

This can be seen from the fact that Daemon did not return to the Red Castle but spent the night on Silk Street.

It's not that he has nowhere to go, he just hates his brother Viserys.

I am in King's Landing, but I will not obey your orders.

Your help to me was like chicken ribs. Today’s achievements are all due to my own efforts to carve out a way out.

If the royal family encounters trouble, don't even think about asking me for help.

Unless one party admits its mistake first.

Aemon sighed and pulled Rhaenyra's hand: "Let's go."

According to the trajectory of the original world, it is impossible for Damon to admit defeat now.

The Stepstone Islands are barren, and remnant pirates are still wreaking havoc.

Damon had no army and could not intimidate at all.

But he persisted for several years and maintained a stiff relationship with the royal family.

It was not until Rhaenyra came of age and chose a husband that she gave up the title of King of the Sea and ran back to King's Landing to admit her mistake and repair the relationship.

Rhaenyra didn't understand the twists and turns and was immersed in sorrow.

Yimon had a headache, so he let go of her hand and went out first.

It's impossible to coax him.

A Targaryen man will never bow to a woman.

Rhaenyra's eyes were blurred with tears, and she lowered her head and sobbed softly.

quite a while.

I looked up and around the room, realizing I was the only one left.

"Aemon."

Rhaenyra felt cold all over and shouted nervously.

Unfortunately, no one responded.

"Aemon, we should go back."

Rhaenyra was terrified and wanted to run out of the door, but outside there were only men and women in chaos.

This was not a place she was familiar with at all.

Even wanting to go out is difficult.

Rhaenyra bit her lower lip, trying hard not to cry.

at this time.

A silver-haired head poked in the door and shook it: "This way."

As he said this, he whistled and turned around coolly.

Can you really leave her here?

If she stays here, all the men in the brothel will be in danger.

"Wait for me, Aemon."

Rhaenyra cried with joy and hurried after him.

(End of this chapter)