Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 51: Dragonstone
late at night.

Three figures slipped back into the Red Keep.

One returned the carriage, and the other two ran back to Maegor's Holdfast together.

In the bedroom.

Aemon took off his patched hat and took a deep breath.

I'm back.

"It's late at night, you should go back and rest."

Eamon loosened his collar and wanted to catch up on some sleep.

Unexpectedly, someone came up from behind and hugged him tightly in his arms.

Yimon was stunned, and looked up to see a pretty face with a slightly red face.

Rhaenyra expressed her true feelings and whispered, "Aemon, thank you."

"Why are you thanking me?"

Aemon looked away.

"Nothing, just thank you."

Renilla rested her chin on the other's shoulder and gently rubbed her cheek.

Yimeng uttered an exclamation and pushed, "Go back to sleep."

Don't bother him, it's almost dawn.

"it is good."

With a wicked smile, Rainier unbuttoned her old linen dress and changed back into her previous beige skirt.

Then, get into bed.

Eamon:?
"Come, take a break."

Rhaenyra only showed her head and waved cheerfully.

Aemon was speechless.

After confirming that the other person really wants to stay here, change back into your own pajamas and go to bed decisively.

What the hell, he's only eight years old.

"Well, I'll hold you in my arms to sleep tonight."

Rhaenyra hugged the little one and smiled triumphantly.

I just experienced too much and the images were too shocking.

I urgently need a soft pillow to soothe my soul.

Aemon rolled his eyes, resting his head on the girl's soft and fragrant pillow, and slowly closed his eyes.

I thought I could sleep peacefully.

After a while, a drop of water fell on the cheek.

Aemon opened his eyes and saw Rhaenyra biting her lip and secretly dropping the small pearl.

"You have a toothache?"

"..."

Aemon had nothing to say and turned back to lean into the soft embrace.

Have mercy, I'll give you a hug.

Rhaenyra sat up suddenly, hugged Aemon in her arms, and tears welled up in her eyes.

She still didn't understand.

It seemed like ever since she became heir to the Iron Throne, everything was going for the worst.

Allison, father, princes and ministers...

Now, even his uncle Damon, who has been the best to him since childhood, is like this.

"Because I'm a girl?"

Rhaenyra asked herself.

Aemon opened his mouth, wanting to say it was because you were stupid.

But seeing that person crying so hard, it would be hurtful to say it out loud.

"Okay, don't cry anymore."

Aemon hugged her in return, patting her back gently to comfort her.

Rhaenyra softened, buried her face in the crook of Aemon's neck, and sobbed quietly.

"It's not your fault, you just have a bad brain."

Aemon whispered soothingly.

"Woo~~"

After hearing this, Rhaenyra felt even more sad.

Aemon pursed his lips, knowing that he shouldn't say too much.

The candlelight flickered in the room, and the midnight was particularly quiet.

Aemon remained calm, holding his crying head in his hands, his eyes fixed on the table.

A dragon-shaped stone sculpture lay there quietly.

It was given by his uncle Viserys, who hoped that his nephew could mend their brotherly relationship.

"how can that be possible."

Aemon murmured in his heart and rubbed his face against the smooth cheek in his arms.

A wisp of fragrance is inhaled into the nose, with a sweet taste.

What happened tonight made him realize a lot.

It is better to rely on yourself than to rely on others.

But this is just appearance.

In the real world, everyone has their own ideas and strives for their personal goals.

It was as if thousands of troops were trying to cross the river.

Aemon butted his head and said, "Rhaenyra, prepare a boat for me in the morning."

"Where are you going?"

Rhaenyra broke free from his embrace and could not speak clearly.

Aemon looked into her red and swollen eyes and said lightly, "Find a dragon and ride on it."

Hearing this, Rainier was stunned.

I didn't expect that the little guy would suddenly become determined to tame the dragon.

Aemon tilted his head, indicating that there was no other way. Damon, the old man, was determined not to interfere but to watch the show.

As a son, he cannot interfere with his decision.

The trip to Chaotou Island is bound to have an impact on the royal family.

For an eight-year-old boy like him, defending the royal family was politically correct.

The royal dignity will be destroyed and his status as a prince will also plummet.

It will be even more difficult to take root in the valley in the future.

"The dragon is dangerous."

Rainier swallowed and reminded seriously.

Aemon rolled his eyes and teased, "You are also a big female dragon."

"I'm not kidding, Aemon."

Rhaenyra said angrily.

Imon calmed down a little: "Me too."

Rhaenyra's throat felt dry and she couldn't say no.

No matter how you look at it, the little guy is more reliable than me.

Just when Eamon was about to get impatient.

Rhaenyra acquiesced: "The royal ship will leave the day after tomorrow. If you set out tomorrow morning, you may be able to catch it."

"That's good, go to sleep."

Aemon broke free from his embrace and lay down on his back free.

Rhaenyra stared for a while, then lay down and rested her head on the not-so-broad shoulder.

Aemon moved, feeling awkward.

He found that the other party had developed a dependent mentality towards him.

Rainiera was very clingy, stretching out her elastic white legs from under her skirt and pressing them on the other person along with the quilt.

Eamon Alexander.

When I tried to resist again, I heard soft snoring in my ears.

Rhaenyra slept.

She felt very insecure and slept well tonight.

Because she was sure of one thing.

Yimon is the only one who is willing to help her sincerely.

Others all want to cling to her status to achieve certain goals.

Only Aemon didn't take her seriously.

Whatever is the best in the world is just nonsense.

She knew that Aemon had never distanced himself from Alison, and that they had been having an affair behind her back.

But there is no way.

The others were like circling vultures, always eager to see her corpse so they could feast on it.

Eamonn didn't.

He gave her advice and helped her do practical things, winning the love of the people.

He looks just like the little prince in the picture book.

"Eamonn, Alison is a bad person."

Rhaenyra smacked her lips twice and murmured.

……

The next day.

Early morning, remote beach.

A small boat went into the sea, splashing the waves.

Two men in black robes ran onto the boat and rowed.

"Thank you for your hard work, both lords."

Aemon sat in the boat and thanked him.

Irik and Yarik looked at each other, and the two brothers said in unison: "It's a long journey, please don't mind."

Aemon smiled and put on another small black robe.

The ship was arranged by Rainiera, and the Kagel brothers were loaned from Allison.

This trip is to Dragonstone Island, where it is not easy to be discovered.

Very particular.

If he went there with great fanfare, he would be on the side of the royal family and would be noticed by both Velaryon and his father Daemon.

To go quietly is another thing.

If you can successfully tame the dragon and head to Chaotou Island, it will act as a silent deterrent.

Ensure that the royal family maintains its dignity.

On the contrary, if you claim to support the royal family before taming the dragon, you will only be attacked by everyone.

It’s still that wise saying.

Enter the village quietly, and don't let anyone shoot you.

Blah blah blah!

The waves crashed and the boat drifted with the current.

Aemon lay on the deck, closed his eyes and gathered his strength.

Time passes quietly.

In a blink of an eye, sunset comes.

"Prince, wake up."

Ser Alec called softly.

Aemon climbed up from the boat with sleepy eyes and looked around blankly.

At first glance.

A large rocky island stands in the sunset and waves.

Aemon perked up and said with a smile, "Dragonstone."

he came!
(End of this chapter)