Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord

On this day, many people feel heavy.

Alison felt uneasy and hoped that Eamonn wouldn't be really angry.

Of all the people she knew, this was the only friend she had left.

Rhaenyra was filled with rage, sickened by Lord Jason's confession of arrogance.

She hated that she was not a boy, and that maybe her father and others could have faith in her.

Instead of treating her as a burden, a piece of fat that everyone covets.

Viserys was undoubtedly the most annoyed.

He drank heavily all afternoon and felt like everyone was laughing and humiliating him.

In this royal forest hunting held by the royal family, the royal family members were all worried.

With one exception!

Yulin, a certain open space.

"Don't run, Big Rabbit, stop."

Aemon's little face flushed with excitement, his two little hands held a bow and drew an arrow, chasing a hare that was running away randomly.

The hare was frightened and ran wildly at an alarming speed.

call out!

Aemon loosened his grip on the arrow, and the sharp arrow missed the hare's tail.

The hare jumped in fright, and the snake turned around and ran away.

"Stop, don't run!"

Aemon, like a little hunter, shot a second arrow.

call out!

The sharp arrow jumped over the hare's head and struck one step ahead.

The hare's eyes widened and he ran away even more desperately.

Phew!

The third arrow fell after the second arrow, hitting the hare accurately and quickly, piercing the fur and penetrating the belly.

Eamonn still maintained his bow posture and cheered excitedly: "Great, I hit the target!"

He bowed his wooden bow in a decent manner and used his short legs to retrieve the hare.

Not to mention, it’s heavy.

"Prince, have you really caught it?"

Sir Steve came from afar, surprised.

Aemon laughed with his hands on his hips and said proudly: "That means, am I powerful?"

Not to mention how proud he is of that small appearance.

Three arrows in a row, he was actually a genius.

Sir Steve took the dying hare, gave him a handful of red berries, and said with admiration: "Yes, the prince is very talented. It seems that he has inherited Lady Leia's skills."

"Just so so."

Aemon waved his hand, pretending to be modest.

But his chin was almost raised to the sky, and his fair little neck was tilted back hard.

He also didn't expect that his talent was so high.

Sir Steve did not dare to laugh and had an intuitive recognition of the prince's talent.

"Jazz, let's go for a walk again."

After Imondesir passed by, he gnawed on berries and looked around.

It's like a little hamster that loves to hoard food, eating from the bowl and looking into the pot.

Sir Steve did not object and planned to take the prince to join the large army.

"Squeak!"

Suddenly, there was a noise in the grass nearby.

Aemon looked happy and walked towards the sound.

A furry golden-nosed rat poked its head out, swung its butt and wriggled its way into the grass.

"What good things did Shushu bring me?"

Aemon knelt down and stretched out his little hand.

"Zhizhi."

The golden-nosed rat has small eyes and clever eyes, and it crawls along the palm of its hand and onto its owner's shoulder.

Aemon rubbed it, and a strand of soft white hair appeared in his hand.

"Hey, what is this?"

Aemon looked at it carefully and saw that it looked like the hair of some animal.

"Squeak!"

The golden-nosed rat is one of the smartest ones. One front paw pulls at the owner's silver-blond hair, and the other front paw stabs in one direction.

Eamonn seemed to understand, and guessed: "You mean, over there?"

"Zhizhi."

The golden-nosed rat nodded its little head repeatedly, as smart as a human child.

Sir Steve saw it and said with emotion: "Prince, this little mouse of yours is really extraordinary."

"Zhushu is very well-behaved and can find things to feed me."

Aemon chuckled and said, "Let's go and have a look."

Sir Steve, doing his best, led the white horse across the clearing.

Soon, we arrived at a small stream.

"Zhizhi."

The golden-nosed rat crawled along the clothes to the ground and ran to a pile of fresh feces to sniff.

Sir Steve stepped forward to check and found the same soft white hair next to the feces. He was surprised and said: "It doesn't look like a horse, more like a deer."

As a member of the Kingsguard, this skill is not a problem.

An idea flashed in Aemon's mind and he asked softly: "Can you find it?"

He knew that there really was a white deer in the royal forest.

The auspicious beast that symbolizes the king should have some magical power.

Sir Steve looked around and shook his head: "No, although the feces is fresh, the owner left no traces."

"Oh." Aemon listened to the analysis.

Sir Steve was not a fool. He hugged the prince back on the horse and said warily: "Prince, it's already very late and it's not safe to be outside."

Eamonn did not refuse, but tied the hare around his waist with a straw rope.

I have no other intention, just go back and show off.

…

Dusk.

Aemon returned to the camp, carrying a wooden bow and carrying a hare, looking proud as if he had returned from hunting.

The matter of the beating in the morning was suppressed, and not many people knew about it.

When they saw a cute-looking boy with silver-gold shawl hair carrying a hare, they all laughed and asked which adult had caught it.

Whenever this happened, Aemon raised his head and said, "I did it myself!"

Sir Steve went back to tie the horse, leaving the little prince to show off his achievements alone.

Aemon walked half a circle around the camp before turning back to the king's tent.

As soon as he reached the door, he was stopped.

"Wait a moment, I wonder if I can invite His Highness to chat for a while."

Laris leaned on his cane and bent over with a smile.

He seemed to be waiting here specially.

Imon instantly became alert, crossed his arms over his chest, and said arrogantly: "What's the matter?"

This guy doesn't look like a good person.

During the entire "Dance of the Dragons", he may not be as smart as the sea snakes Corliss and Otto, but he is definitely the most ruthless old bitch.

I'll kill my own father for you to see.

Larris coughed lightly and said mysteriously: "The king went out to hunt. During your absence, some interesting things happened during the period."

As he said that, he moved his clumsy legs and habitually showed weakness.

Imon didn't buy that, and said openly: "Tell me about it."

For this kind of bad guy, it's useless to escape.

There's no need to beat around the bush with him, just do it in a big way.

A lady who likes to flip tables in the future said a wise saying: "Wisdom is not strength, power is."

Laris looked at the person in front of him obscurely, and felt a little pressure from an eight-year-old child, and confided:

"As far as I know, it's for the princess's marriage."

As he spoke, his attitude became more humble, like a kind and good person.

Aemon rolled his eyes and said bluntly: "Did Rhaenyra and Uncle quarrel?"

Rhaenyra's marriage is difficult to handle, and there are low-quality men proposing marriage everywhere.

It would be strange if they didn't quarrel.

"No, Miss Lanar invited the princess to go outing."

Laris shook his head.

"So what?" Aemon didn't want to hear nonsense.

Laris bent his waist lower and whispered: "In my opinion, Lord Otto and Duke Jason angered the king, which is unwise."

"Will Uncle take action?"

Aemon played a straight ball.

Laris said ambiguously: "The king is kind and polite, who knows."

He was right, the little prince in front of him was a good seedling.

He is quick and accurate, has a strong family background, and is a good thinker.

In the current situation, he is a dark horse.

The prime minister is eager for success and repeatedly violates the king's bottom line.

The queen and the princess lack political acumen and cannot escape the fate of being manipulated.

This little prince from the valley will be a stepping stone on his road to progress.

Imon looked him up and down, and through his humble and kind appearance, he saw forbearance and shrewdness.

"Prince, I know a lot of interesting stories."

Laris made up his mind and made an invitation: "I wonder if you can do me a favor and give me some tolerance for my body and sit down and chat in another place."

Imon said with a sly look in his eyes: "Lead the way."