Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord

Dragonstone.

Longshan is majestic, with smoke billowing from the crater.

“Hiss!”

A giant silver-grey dragon was flying freely, circling around Dragon Mountain as if taking a ride.

Dragon - Silver Wing

After being away from Longshan for a long time, I am getting used to the volcanic environment that is suitable for survival.

At the foot of Longshan Mountain, on the east coast with green grass.

Even though it was winter, Dragonstone was as warm as spring.

“Hiss!”

Syrax lay prone on the grass slope, tilting his dragon head to overlook the activities below.

A group of people watched in silence.

Bonfire burning.

A pair of silver-haired figures stood facing each other, breathing heavily.

Aemon was wearing a white linen shirt dyed red, with a red rope woven from wool tied around his waist, and his long silver-gold hair was tied behind his head.

Opposite him was the beautiful Rhaenyra.

She wore the same outfit as Rhaenyra, with a wooden crown on her head and tassels woven with gold thread hanging from her temples.

She looked nervous, and Aemon's handsome face was reflected in her eyes, and she couldn't help but purse her lips.

"Two bloodlines, from the same source."

"A faint flame, a hymn to the shadows."

A Valyrian priest in coarse linen was standing beside the two men, reciting a blessing in Old Valyrian in a steady and powerful voice.

Also known as, oath.

Aemon held an obsidian dagger and cut the palm of his left hand.

Rhaenyra took the blood-stained obsidian dagger and cut the palm of her left hand as well.

"Two hearts come out together, and the peaks are left in the flames."

The Valyrian priest presided over the traditional ancient Valyrian engagement ceremony with a solemn look on his face.

This was supposed to be in accordance with Andal tradition.

Eamon denied.

Not of Valyrian descent.

As Rhaenyra and Laenaer are of Valyrian descent, their engagement and even wedding should be held according to traditional old Valyrian ceremonies.

The people outside, including the princes and ministers, could not understand High Valyrian and instinctively remained silent.

Viserys stood before the group, his eyes filled with joy and relief.

"This scene seemed to me like the reappearance of ancient Valyria, and the grand spectacle of dragons dancing together."

Viserys took a deep breath.

At this moment, nothing is more valuable to him than the newlyweds in the crowd.

Allison held his hand, her smile insincere, even forced.

I feel mixed emotions.

"I will give you my promise tomorrow in the cup, and the stars in the sky will be my witness."

"The oath goes through time, day and night."

“…”

The ceremony was completed step by step as the oath was recited.

Aemon looked at the man in front of him and stretched out his bleeding left hand.

Rhaenyra's eyes were full of love and she held his with her left hand.

Unlike a marriage ceremony, an engagement ceremony lacks blood on the lips and words on the forehead.

Holding hands represents the signing of the marriage contract.

The Valyrian priest handed over a cup of wine, wrought from black steel.

Each of them gets half, symbolizing wealth, status and honor, and sharing everything.

"praise!"

The Valyrian priest repeated it solemnly in all the languages.

Bang bang bang!

The participating noble lords finally understood and applauded as if in a dream.

"My fiancée."

Aemon's lips curled up in a gentle greeting.

"My fiancé."

Rhaenyra's eyes were full of affection, and her heart was as sweet as honey.

At this point, the ceremony is mostly completed.

"Rhaenyra!"

Viserys could no longer hold back and rushed forward to hug his daughter and Aemon.

He had been looking forward to this day for too long.

I believe that if his late wife Emma saw this, she would be satisfied and would forgive some of the mistakes he had made.

"Father."

Rainier was infected and her eyes couldn't help but turn red.

"All right. Everything is fine."

Viserys hugged them for a while and then let go, patted their shoulders and nodded again and again.

"His Majesty."

Prime Minister Leonor stepped forward and supported the emotional king.

Viserys looked at his daughter once more and turned away reluctantly.

Aemon smiled knowingly.

His eyes tilted slightly and fell on Leonor's broad back.

I sighed in my heart and thought he was a good person.

He's just a good-natured guy who's confused about big things.

Two days ago, the two sons of the Strong family were imprisoned together.

The reason is simple.

Harwin was drunk in a brothel on Silk Street, and at the instigation of his subordinates and prostitutes, he spoke without restraint.

Said Rhaenyra and Aemon tasted the forbidden fruit.

As for losing virginity before marriage, he criticized it as harshly as if he caught his wife having an affair.

After saying this, he was reported to the Red Castle.

Sir Steve led a team to capture the bragging Harwin and caught him red-handed.

The whistleblower was Larris.

Later, an anonymous letter was sent to the Red Keep, accusing Laris of torturing prisoners for fun.

Leonor had not yet recovered from the shock of what had happened to his eldest son.

A second anonymous letter arrived.

The person who exposed Harwin's conspiracy and framed him was Laris, who had been planning it for a long time.

Larris was still in the attic, secretly rejoicing over his brother's arrest.

The Kingsguard broke down the door and captured him on the spot.

Both of Leonor's sons were arrested.

"Be thankful that your uncle is a kind king."

Aemon took Rhaenyra's hand and tried not to think about trivial matters.

The ceremony is not over yet.

boom--

Suddenly, the thick clouds were torn apart, and an adult dragon as huge as a mountain rushed out.

The dragon head with prominent horns is majestic and domineering, its scales seem to be made of bronze, and its pair of broad wings like rocks cover the sky and the sun.

“Hiss—”

Womisol was extremely arrogant, and his roar was like a thunderous explosion.

Aemon and Rhaenyra walked out of the crowd side by side.

“Hiss!”

Syracuse slowly crawled over and prostrated himself in front of the driver.

The next moment.

Womisol folded his wings and trampled two deep pits in the grass.

"Go ahead."

Aemon smiled and let go.

Rhaenyra hummed softly and climbed onto Syrax's dragon back.

A traditional Old Valyrian wedding would not be blessed without two dragons flying.

An engagement is slightly different than a wedding.

There was no bridal chamber ceremony, but instead a wild dragon dance.

Just go with the flow and fly wherever you want.

Aemon cradled two eggs, one blue-grey and one grey-black, and climbed up the dragon's back, pulling at the saddle ropes.

“Hiss—”

Womisol flapped his wings and his huge body rose from the ground.

"soar!"

Rhaenyra held three dragon eggs, one green, one brown, and one purple, and rode Syrax high into the sky.

There are five dragon eggs in total.

These were the first clutch of dragon eggs laid by Syrax after he returned to Dragonstone.

Under the gaze of a group of noble lords, two giant dragons entangled and circled, occasionally spewing dragon flames for fun.

At first glance, it looks like a dragon dance.

A cup of tea.

The two giant dragons flew into the clouds and disappeared from sight.

…

At noon, the sun reached its highest point.

At the foot of Longshan Mountain.

To the west of the mountain range, there is a rough, barren, sandy land.

"roar!"

Womisoer lay on the cracked rocks, tearing a charred sheep with his ferocious dragon mouth.

Syracuse was far away.

He stared with his vertical pupils intently, his mouth watering with greed.

Tap! Tap! Tap!

In the area between the two dragons, the barren sand was transformed into a piece of farmland.

Aemon wielded the hoe and carefully broke up the lumps of dry earth.

Dig out the soft and sticky earthworms and throw them back into the ground carefully.

Take a look.

Below me was a lush green wheat field, which was square and covered an area of ​​one acre.

"How about it?"

Aemon smiled and looked at the wheat fields with joy.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Rhaenyra took a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Like a considerate and virtuous wife.

"This wheat field is something you should keep to yourself. Don't tell anyone about it yet."

Aemon warned.

Under his feet, a yellow-orange wheat seedling stood upright.

A slight breeze blew, and the wheat seedlings swayed.

This wheat seedling is like the spirit of the entire wheat field.

A spiritual plant named "Golden Dog".

It affects the rapid growth of similar crops in the planting area.

Over time, it will assimilate similar crops.

To put it bluntly.

A wheat plant that gains +1 magic essence, making nearby ordinary wheat extraordinary.

The specific efficacy is unknown.

The lowest level, it will be beneficial to maintain your body.

“One plant of topaz wheat can affect an acre of land.”

Aemon's voice was gentle as he walked with Rhaenyra along the edge of the wheat field.

Dragon Stone Island is a sandy land with low fertility, with an annual yield of about 300 to 400 kilograms per mu.

With the influence of topaz wheat, the yield will definitely double.

Estimated to be around 700 kilograms.

700 kilograms of grain, combined with other foods, is not enough for one person to eat in a year.

This topaz was given to Rhaenyra as a betrothal gift, sufficient for her own consumption.

"Aemon~"

Rainier stroked the face of the person in front of her, feeling very emotional.

"Stop, who are we following?"

Aemon was serious.

Rhaenyra chuckled.

"Remember to come and observe frequently, they will be your hidden assets in the future."

Yimon was afraid that she wouldn't take it seriously.

Spiritual plants are rare.

Even the dragonlords of old Valyria were not necessarily present in every family.

What’s more, they are spiritual plants in the crop category.

It's a treasure!

"rest assured."

Rhaenyra patted her chest, and the red and white collar of her dress was very tight, making it look bulging.

Imondo glanced.

The clothes are nice.

The dragon kings of old Valyria had perfect aesthetic taste.

The two walked towards Syrax hand in hand.

Aemon's thoughts wandered.

In addition to the topaz wheat on Dragonstone, there are four left in Riverdale.

The black soil in the valley is fertile, with an average yield of 700 to 800 kilograms per mu.

Under the influence of yellow yum wheat, it is possible to start with 1,000 kilograms.

When there is enough food for the family.

I can also give some to my uncle and Allison.

"Aemon, look!"

Suddenly Rhaenyra grabbed him.

Aemon regained his consciousness and looked in the direction pointed by the white scallion.

Syrax lay on its side, exposing its belly covered with topaz scales.

Five dragon eggs were placed tightly in a circle.

Click!

One of the dragon eggs had a crack on its case and was shaken gently twice.

"It's a dragon egg, it's about to hatch."

Rainier was extremely serious and approached quietly and squatted down.

Aemon followed suit and moved closer to a nest of dragon eggs.

"Hiss?"

Syrax tilted his dragon head, his vertical pupils full of disgust towards him.

Why are you trying to get into someone else's belly?

I really want to give him wings.

Click!

The dragon egg shook more and more violently, and the cracks on the shell gradually spread.

"Aemon, come on. Come closer."

A flash of joy flashed across Rhaenyra's eyes.

Aemon sat cross-legged and held the dragon egg directly in his hand.

It's right here.

A hole was broken in the dragon egg, and a small dragon head emerged.

"Hiss~~"

The young dragon stretched its neck and let out its first roar.

Aemon was stunned and held the dragon egg high.

"roar!"

Syrax stood up and looked sideways at the small items that had been exchanged.

The huge dragon body moved aside and the sunlight shone down.

Aemon smiled and looked at the baby dragon slowly crawling out of the eggshell.

The man and the dragon seemed to be covered with a sacred halo.

…

dusk.

Stone Drum Tower, Hall.

Viserys sat on the throne, his face majestic and exuding a noble temperament.

Sir Harold was beside him, speaking in a loud voice:

"Aemon of House Targaryen..."

After saying this, Aemon hugged the young dragon and bowed to his uncle to express his gratitude.

Negotiated in advance.

He was named Prince of the Vale, Guardian of the East, and Protector of the Canyon, making him the undisputed ruler of the Vale.

In addition, he was named regent and protector of the entire territory.

The Prince Regent, abbreviated as the Regent.

Aemon sighed slightly and glanced at Prime Minister Lionel who was standing under the throne.

He had not wanted to be regent.

However,

Leonor lowered his head, his fat face frowning.

The king pardoned.

He forgave his eldest son Harwin's drunken gaffe, resigned from his post as commander of the city garrison, and sent him back to Harrenhal to inherit the family business.

The second son, Laris, was also relieved of his duties and stayed in King's Landing to stay by his side.

He framed his own brother and would probably be torn to pieces alive when he returned to Harrenhal.

It's a disguised form of protection.

"well!"

Leonor sighed to himself, thinking of the debt he owed to save his son.

He frantically pleaded with Prince Aemon to serve as regent and recommended him for the title of Protector of the Realm.

Mobilize members of the Strong family and summon their vassals and knights.

Joined the newly formed Royal Navy and filled the vacancy of 500 people.

In addition, a large donation was made, sufficient to repair Harrenhal.

"well!"

Aemon sighed secretly, thinking about the requirements of becoming regent.

The occupation of the valley will not be punished, and we have extremely high autonomy.

A large piece of land was carved out near Shenyan Lake.

In the name of Rainier's dowry, construction of a prince's palace began.

In addition, he was given a huge sum of money enough to build a fleet of 2,000 people.

"Who can refuse this?"

Aemon sighed again.

Rhaenyra gave him a sidelong glance, despising him for taking advantage of the situation.

I used to say that she was not good.

If you marry her, the dowry is a kingdom.

You are enjoying this soft rice.

"Well, we are one family now."

Viserys broke their eye contact.

He looked at the dragonet in Aemon's hand.

A smile appeared on his face: "You are getting engaged today, and this little guy has hatched. Its birth is a symbol of good fortune."

Is there?

Aemon smiled and looked at the blue-gray baby dragon in his arms.

It is small and nimble, not even as big as a house cat.

Its body is covered with tiny light blue-gray scales, its wing membranes are light red, and it has no obvious horns on its forehead.

The appearance is normal and majestic, with broad wings and powerful hind legs.

It is foreseeable.

When this young dragon grows up, it may be somewhat similar to Vhagar, both of whom are relatively bald dragons.

However, the scales and wing membranes are very brightly colored.

The combination of blue-gray and scarlet must look good.

"You two brought it back. Give it a name."

Viserys offered.

"Araxes."

"Vormax."

Aemon and Rhaenyra spoke at the same time.

Viserys was stunned for a moment, then asked, "Whose orders do you want to follow?"

"Vormax."

"Araxes."

The two spoke in unison again.

Viserys looked helpless.

The two looked at each other.

Rhaenyra turned her head and gave up

"Araxes."

Eamonn gets the naming rights.

The first nest of dragon eggs of Syrax hatched, showing the familiar scaly, wing membrane and eye color.

It must be Araxes.

I'm not repeating what others have said, but the dragons of the three Strong's illegitimate sons in the original world all have very particular names.

Syrax was the name of the goddess of fertility in ancient Valyrian faith.

The Goddess of Fertility is a high-level deity with three subordinate gods.

God of Enlightenment and Music - Vermax

Araxes - God of War and Protection

Terexus, the God Who Walks the Earth

The dragons are named after the gods of old Valyria, which has a profound meaning.

The richness of Syracuse, and the famous battles of Colaxus were all fought on water.

And, the first dragon that died in the Dance of the Blood Dragons.

Araxes represents war.

Viserys frowned slightly at the mention of the young dragon's name, and thought of something troubling.

"We should go back."

Allison glanced at the sky and thought about going back to her room to rest.

Looking at the happy face of Rainier.

She felt uncomfortable.

"Well, you've had a hard day too."

Viserys smiled, seeing the effort his wife put in.

After the two left.

Rhaenyra went to call for help and handed the young dragon Araxes over to the dragon keeper.

Aemon looked out the window at Blackwater Bay, his eyes as deep as the sea.

The sea serpent proclaimed himself the Lord of Tyrosh.

The war is about to break out.

Johanna wrote to say that the merchants from Black Rose have expanded their business to King's Landing.

The next step is to spread to the Three Women’s Kingdom.

"Don't be impatient. Be patient."

Aemon warned himself.

The former Tyrosh Lord will not let this go.

The best time to enter is when the war starts.

"Lord Leonor, any news from the Three Women's Kingdom?"

Aemon turned around, leisurely.

"There's a lot of internal strife in Rees. I heard that several governors have died."

"Myrgar has sent troops, apparently intending to attack Tyrosh."

Leonor revealed some unimportant information:

"The mercenaries from Tyrosh are plundering everywhere. I heard that the Duskstar of Tarth has asked for help from Storm's End."

Aemon listened carefully and used it as a reference for the operations department.

Make a decision.

Wait three months before considering sending troops.

Let’s first battle that old sea snake.