Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 80: Alison's Jealousy
Sunset dusk.

Aemon returned to the Red Keep and climbed the long stairs to Maegor's Holdfast.

"Your Highness the Prince."

"Prince..."

As they came towards me, a group of minor nobles nodded in greeting.

Aemon agreed to everything and walked forward in silence.

After a busy day, he was exhausted from guiding Xintian in composting.

Suddenly, everything became quiet.

Aemon looked up and saw Viserys surrounded by his courtiers.

After a moment's hesitation, he bowed and greeted, "Uncle."

Viserys looked expressionless and turned his head away.

"Go on, which realm will the tour reach first?"

"Starting from the royal territory, we will then cross the riverlands and valleys..."

Grand Secretary Melos looked at his nose and his heart as he answered the king's questions.

Aemon tactfully pretended to be passing by.

This means that my uncle has something against me.

It’s better to avoid it.

"Alison said you wanted to build a city or a town?"

Viserys suddenly spoke indifferently, "I will give you three hundred craftsmen from the Red Keep. You will pay for their work."

"Thank you, uncle."

Aemon smiled.

Looking at his nephew's back, Viserys complained to his old friend: "Look at him, he doesn't even want to say a word."

Meros closed his mouth tightly, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

……

Shenmu Lin.

Aemon searched the Red Keep but didn't see Rhaenyra, who was hiding.

Finally, the emperor pays off.

Under a sturdy weirwood, bright red fallen leaves formed a blanket.

The silver-haired girl leaned alone against the pale tree trunk with her arms around her knees.

A wailing human face is carved on the surface of the tree trunk, making the painting look a little sad.

"Sneak away little pearls?"

Aemon stepped forward.

Rhaenyra raised her head, her beautiful face calm, "I want to be alone and think about the embarrassing things I did."

"Did I bother you?"

Aemon sat down beside him, leaning against his shoulder.

He is in a good mood now.

Xintian recruited 1,200 young and strong men, and my uncle sent another 300 craftsmen.

Thinking of the misunderstanding during the day, it is necessary to make up for it.

"No."

Rhaenyra's voice was gentle, and she leaned her head against the other's shoulder.

Very generous and not at all shy.

Aemon glanced sideways and didn't have the heart to push him away.

He and Rhaenyra have a good relationship.

When I was a child, she often held me in her arms while I slept and molested me in bed.

"Thank you."

Rhaenyra spoke first.

"You're welcome," said Aemon.

"Do you know what I'm thankful for?"

"do not know."

"..."

Yimon's mouth curled up slightly. Be quiet now.

"You really haven't changed at all, from a little bear to an adult."

Rhaenyra almost couldn't catch her breath, and said angrily: "Alison is very important to you, but you have been helping me openly and secretly, right?"

Don't think she's stupid, she can see it.

The other party has been on her side since childhood.

Yimon turned his head in surprise. Did he see it now?
Rhaenyra looked up, and the emotions that had been accumulated for many years burst out. She said hopefully, "The Vale is closed and conservative. How about staying with me in King's Landing?"

As he spoke, he grabbed the other person's hands.

What it means is beyond words.

Aemon was stunned for a moment, then remained silent for a while. "The Vale is my foundation. Will you choose to give up Dragonstone or the Iron Throne?"

He has a lot of goals to work towards.

Prevent the tragedy of "Dance of the Blood Dragons", build a city of your own, and live arrogantly with Womisoer...

The former was for my great-grandfather and for my own family.

The latter two are his temporary short-sightedness.

If I stay to help Rhaenyra, what should I do with Alison?
Looking at the main figures of the Black and Green parties during the "Blood Dragon Dance", none of them was not crazy.

He sometimes wondered whether he should replace it.

He should sit on the butt-hurting iron chair over there to prevent these stupid guys from squandering the family's wealth.

"I knew you wouldn't agree."

Rainier remained calm, as if she had expected this result.

"Aemon, have you ever seriously considered what you said during the day?"

Rhaenyra sat up and said fiercely, "My father has chosen you as the queen candidate. Do you agree?"

Another straight ball hit him in the face.

Imon was stunned for a moment, not knowing what to say.

He actually had a good impression of Rainier.

Although the silly girl is silly, she is really nice to him.

"You don't need to answer. I'll find the answer myself."

With a determined look in her eyes, Rainier turned over and sat astride her cross-legged legs, grabbing the other person's head.

Aemon was forced to look up and his eyes met those purple eyes.

Once again, their eyes met, and time seemed to stand still. There was no more tacit understanding as in the daytime, and no more misunderstandings in language.

Compared to the extremely aggressive Rhaenyra, Aemon's eyes were a little evasive.

He wanted to turn his head, but was pulled back by a white hand.

Just stare at it for a while.

One second, two seconds...

Quite a while.

Rhaenyra tilted her head, her beautiful eyes sparkling, and she chuckled, "Aemon, your eyes can't deceive you."

The flowers shook with laughter, declaring the joy of victory.

The other person has her in his eyes.

"Mind your image."

Aemon was speechless.

If you look carefully, you will see that no one is blind.

He still prefers Lannar's gentle personality, and she looks like a considerate and virtuous wife.

"You are up to something bad."

Rhaenyra seemed to come to her senses and grabbed the other person's chin.

Aemon gave her a stern look.

But to be fair, Rhaenyra is not bad either.

In terms of appearance alone, no one in the entire King's Landing or even in the Royal Territory can fight better than her.

Even the graceful Allison, or the beautiful and generous Lana.

Especially her high nose bridge and rosy lips, which inexplicably have an alluring appeal.

"Wait, something's wrong with me!"

Yimeng's pupils trembled slightly and he broke out in a cold sweat.

He hadn't noticed these details before.

"You're sweating."

Rhaenyra examined it.

Aemon bowed his head in guilt.

He was guilty and the friendship turned sour.

"I'll give you a reward."

The corners of Rainier's lips curled up, and she put her hands behind her back to loosen her skirt.

"you……"

As soon as Aemon opened his mouth, a flash of white hit his face.

A light creamy aroma fills the cavity.

……

Outside the sacred forest.

Cole stood tall and straight, glancing back at the scene beneath the weirwood.

He was anxious at first, then frightened, and took a step forward but then stopped.

His duty is to protect the princess, not to disturb her.

Cole quickly turned his back, unable to hide his disappointment: "If you don't behave yourself, something bad will happen sooner or later."

……

The queen's chamber.

Allison was wearing a green skirt, her hands were knocking on the glass window, her eyes were fixed on the bottom.

From the bird's-eye view, you can just see the sacred forest.

"Rhaenaila..."

Allison bit her lip, her eyes indescribably fierce.

Like a female animal that has just given birth, staring at the hunter who took her cub.

In her sight, Rhaenyra sat astride the other person, holding the other person's head tightly in her arms.

There is no concept of underwear in Westeros.

There is nothing underneath the beige skirt.

Sitting astride a member of the opposite sex like that is simply shameless.

boom!
Allison bit her lips until they bled and slammed her fingers hard on the glass window.

Everyone in the room was startled.

"Woooooo~~"

Helena was a small thing, but her big eyes couldn't stop shedding tears.

Aegon glanced up and continued to play with his toys.

"Sister~"

Emond's face was filled with worry as he moved to sit next to his crying sister.

One is bigger, and the other is smaller.

Close together, very cozy.

Allison turned around suddenly and stared at her well-behaved daughter with a fair and fair face.

Rhaenyra: Yes, then...

dong dong!

A knock on the door interrupted my thoughts, and two figures stood in front of the door.

"Alison, why is the baby crying?"

Viserys wondered.

"Yeah, what's out there?"

Galwen stood aside, rubbing his sore neck.

He was also curious as to why his sister was not coaxing the child and what she was looking at.

"nothing."

Allison drew the curtains, dimming the room.

She stood up, picked up her crying daughter, put her face against her furry little head, and hummed a song to comfort her.

She was rude to the two men closest to her.

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