Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 81 Little Helena

sunset.

Under the weirwood, the red leaves look like a quilt.

Aemon lay flat on his back, recalling the incident that had just occurred.

Really...soft white.

"Aemon, what are you thinking about?"

Rhaenyra lay in his lap, fiddling with a red leaf.

"Some female hooligan."

Aemon teased.

Rainiera immediately turned sideways, hiding the remaining blush on her face and revealing a hint of her snow-white shoulders.

After all, he is still young and thin-skinned.

Today I was pushed into a corner.

He has to find an answer and doesn't mind doing anything strange.

A good while.

Rhaenyra stole a glance and whispered, "My father sent me on a tour to choose a husband."

Aemon was not surprised and hummed softly.

He has been slow to express his opinion, so others must have a solution.

Rhaenyra raised her head slightly, and seeing that he did not respond, she hurriedly explained: "I am on this tour to find some allies."

"Nice idea."

Eamonn gave his comments.

"Aemon!"

Rhaenyra was annoyed and raised her hand to slap the other person.

It's not her decision.

Aemon pretended to feel pain and teased, "If you want to go, go ahead. What's the point of telling me?"

Rhaenyra's face turned completely cold and she stood up to collect stones.

Aemon took a glance and immediately broke out in a cold sweat.

What is this crazy woman trying to do!
Based on the truth that he who strikes first is stronger, and he who strikes last will suffer.

Aemon hugged her slender waist and threw her down.

"Yeah!~"

Rhaenyra screamed and fell to the ground with her hips raised.

There was a lot of laughter and playfulness.

"If you want to return to the Valley, I must have new allies."

Rhaenyra knelt on the ground, tilted her head to tidy up her messy hair, and said, "Alison will not let me go. I will fight her to the end."

This time it was Eamon who rested his head on his soft thighs and said helplessly, "Alison is just afraid of you, you two really shouldn't."

"Humph~"

Rhaenyra didn't listen. She looked down at Aemon's face and said seriously, "Power is power, and power is strength."

Aemon suddenly opened his eyes. It was such a familiar quote.

Rhaenyra held his face in her hands, her silver-golden hair hanging down on her chest, and said sadly, "If I were powerful enough, you wouldn't have to go back to the valley."

A concept she suddenly realized today.

As long as she is strong enough, no one dares to disobey her.

Allison will be obedient and as close as she is to her friends again.

Aemon can always be by my side.

"If I'm strong enough."

Rainier lowered her brows and gently stroked the other person's face with her white fingertips.

Aemon said: "You and I are made of fire, but dragons are the power."

He thought it necessary to get Rhaenyra's thoughts back on track and not to pursue unreal things too much.

Rhaenyra was slightly startled and said, "My dragon is too small."

Of all the dragons in existence today, Syrax is probably the smallest and youngest.

She is a head shorter than Haiyan, who is also a fourth-generation dragon.

"A dragon will grow up sooner or later."

Aemon smiled and said, "Once I have completed the development of the river valley, I will help you hone your dragon-riding skills."

So many unruly mountain clans are waiting for the dragon's flame.

It’s a good opportunity to help Rainier gain some combat experience.

"Aemon~"

Rhaenyra was deeply moved.

"Okay, it's time to go back."

Aemon was a little overwhelmed and struggled to get up.

Rhaenyra rolled her eyes beautifully, putting away her rare positive emotions.

Then, she put her hands behind her back to tie the belt and straighten the wrinkled hem.

The shoulders are still exposed, what a joke.

……

Night falls.

Dinner.

Aemon sat in a chair, silently thinking about his next plan.

Build cities and towns step by step.

The Gaoshan clan must be wiped out.

But he was short of manpower and urgently needed new forces.

Just as I was thinking about it, other people arrived one after another.

Rhaenyra changed into a red skirt and sat in the next seat as usual. The two looked at each other, and the latter's eyes were provocative.

She also turned around, revealing the tight skirt behind her.

Aemon's mouth curled up slightly, and he raised his glass and took a sip of wine to cover it up.

The smell of alcohol is pungent, cheer up.

"It seems like you guys get along well."

Viserys strode over and looked at the two of them with a smile.

A stark contrast to the cold attitude of the afternoon.

Harold, the commander of the Kingsguard, followed him, standing at the table with his chest puffed out, glancing at His Royal Highness.

Aemon smiled and nodded, saying hello: "Sir."

"Prince."

Harold was friendly and his eyes showed the love he had for his nephews and grandchildren.

The two are old acquaintances.

112AC, early year.

Sir Harold caught a cold and was bedridden, nearly dying.

At the critical moment, Aemon blocked Grand Maester Melos's "bloodletting treatment" and collected some common herbs from the valley for treatment.

The young and strong commander of the Kingsguard had a strong will to survive and really managed to survive.

From then on, Harold was grateful and treated His Royal Highness the Prince as his own nephew.

"What are you talking about?"

Alison came over with a group of children.

Aemon looked up and saw that the other party had changed her usual light green skirt into a gorgeous black and red skirt.

"If you had come earlier, you would have heard it."

Rhaenyra's expression changed and she spoke coldly.

Allison smiled and sat down. "Your father decided to let you travel around the seven kingdoms. There are countless young talents along the way. I hope you can find your ideal husband."

Rainier's eyebrows were raised and her eyes were cold.

Yimon had no choice but to hold his forehead and pretend to be deaf and dumb.

He understood his uncle's suffering.

Being caught between two women, any hero would be skinned alive.

"Okay, no politics at dinner."

Viserys waved his hand, reversing the tense atmosphere.

Wait for the servants to serve the dishes.

He looked at his nephew and took the initiative to ask: "Any news about your father?"

If the two parties get engaged, Damon must be present.

"No."

Aemon shook his head. "He lives in the Stepstones and never sends any messages."

The father and son have similar personalities.

Damon did not send him any message, and he did not send Damon any message.

It is enough for each other to know that the father/son is still alive.

Viserys nodded slightly and changed the subject: "Rhaenyra is going out to tour the Seven Kingdoms, visit the vassal nobles, and relax."

Explain for my daughter to avoid any misunderstanding.

Aemon smiled.

Seeing that he didn't take it seriously, Viserys breathed a sigh of relief and secretly felt relieved.

That old guy Melos' idea is indeed a good one.

When they heard that Rainier was going on a tour to choose a husband, their relationship improved visibly.

"What else do you need when you return to the valley this time?"

Viserys was in a good mood and felt that three hundred craftsmen was too stingy.

It cannot show the generosity of his king.

Aemon's eyes lit up, and he climbed up the pole: "I don't have any other requests, but I want to ask for something from the Red Keep's cellar."

"what?"

Viserys was wary of any attempt to remove Balerion's skull.

"It will not affect your worship of Balerion. It is just a person gathering dust in a corner."

Yimon kept it a secret, fearing that he would be rejected if he told the truth.

"OK then."

Viserys was skeptical.

The promise has been made, so of course we cannot go back on it.

The two chatted harmoniously.

Allison picked up her daughter Helena, handed her to Eamon, and said, "You have to leave tomorrow. The little ones miss you very much."

"is it?"

Aemon took the chubby little girl and sat her on his lap.

"Brother~"

Helena pursed her lips, took out a shell from her pocket with her little hand, raised it above her head and handed it to her cousin.

This is her little baby.

"Thank you."

Aemon was slightly surprised and rubbed the little girl's head.

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