Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 9 I Thought You Would Die Young

He waved to the escort team and left happily.

Mrs. Rhea took a look and took her son into the cabin without saying a word.

As it happened, the sky gradually darkened.

Yimon was full of anticipation, thinking that his mother had some special instructions.

I didn't think about it, I just told him to have a good rest and not to meet the king's family with dark circles under his eyes.

"Oh!"

Yimon was stunned for a moment, then returned to his room unable to hide his disappointment.

Before leaving, he leaned over the door frame and glanced at the room.

Are you sure everything is ok?

Madam Rhea pretended not to notice and made her bed for sleep.

"Good night."

Aemon waved his little hand and closed the door tightly.

I turned around, speechless.

He knew that his mother was a little unreliable.

Not much maternal love either.

"Forget it, children don't remember adults' mistakes."

With his hands behind his back, Aemon quickly comforted himself.

Isn't it just that he has nightmares when he sleeps alone? Now he has a good panel.

……

Later in the evening, Eamon returned to the room.

"Come and see, I made you a pillow with the extra grass leaves."

Old Martha breathed a sigh of relief, stood up and patted her waist.

"Okay," Aemon said loudly.

I ran to the bed and saw that the Ula grass in the basket had disappeared, replaced by a straw mat and a small pillow.

The straw mat is one meter wide and one and a half meters long, and the pillow is round and filled with straw leaves.

Aemon kicked off his boots, rolled over on the blue straw mat, and then held the pillow in his arms and sniffed it.

A fresh scent of grass and a sweet mint-like smell.

"Martha, you are really good at cooking."

Aemon smiled brightly, rolling back and forth like a mouse that had stolen lamp oil, looking extremely satisfied.

Old Martha was so tired that she got up and left: "As long as you are satisfied, you can go to sleep first."

"Bye-Bye!"

Yimon didn't try to keep her, and said goodbye sweetly.

Bang!

The hatch closed and the light suddenly dimmed.

"Hey, try to have a good dream tonight."

Aemon lay down contentedly, with his head on a Ula straw pillow, his arms and legs waving across the straw mat.

Gradually, I began to feel sleepy.

Before I knew it, I closed my eyes and began to snore softly with steady breathing.

……

Time flies, and it’s two days later.

Prince Aemon braved the wind and waves, bypassed the strait and advanced into the throat where Blackwater Bay was located.

Wow!
The sea water surged and crashed, and the fishy and salty sea breeze blew.

Aemon was wrapped up tightly and leaning on the deck railing looking at the sea.

Compared to two days ago, the little guy is more energetic, with a rosy face.

From time to time, I shout towards the sea and feel happy.

"I heard from Martha that you didn't wake up from your dreams these two nights?"

There were footsteps behind me, and Lady Rhea, wearing leather armor, came over, showing rare concern for her son.

Aemon turned around and said obediently, "Yes, I slept soundly."

He reached out and patted the backpack behind him.

Seeing this, Leia was surprised but didn't ask any more questions.

This kid has developed a strange habit of carrying a backpack as tall as his body wherever he goes.

She asked the old nun to check, and found that there were only rolled-up straw mats and pillows inside, which were neither light nor heavy.

Noticing his mother's gaze, Imon looked up at the sky, blew the whistle, and turned his back silently.

Whether he can sleep well is a matter of fact, as the backpack contains all his belongings.

The dark circles are all cured, so use it and cherish it.

Lady Rhea put her hands on the railing, looked out over Blackwater Bay, and asked, "We're almost to King's Landing. Are you nervous?"

"Don't be nervous." Iamon said simply.

King's Landing was his first home, where he was born and grew up safely for three years. Why should he be nervous about going home?

Lady Rhea lowered her head, stared at her son, and said seriously: "In your heart, you should be a Targaryen."

Aemon was stunned by the question.

I looked at the outfit. It was a black suit and small boots, with the three-headed red dragon emblem of the Targaryen family on the collar.

Plus the silver-gold shoulder-length hair and purple pupils.

One look at Targaryen!

Mrs. Leia had an inexplicable expression, as if there was something stuck in her throat that she couldn't get out.

Aemon dropped his head, realizing what the problem was.

When great-grandmother Queen Alysanne arranged a marriage for her grandson Daemon and Lady Rhea, there was a hidden danger of a dispute over inheritance rights between the two parties.

Daemon married a wife instead of marrying into the family, so of course the child he had would have the surname Targaryen.

Madam Ke Leiya is a woman, and her children will take her husband's surname, so Fu Shi City will inevitably change its flag in the future.

How will the Royce family cope with the situation then?
Aemon racked his brains, temporarily unable to solve the problem, and asked in a low voice: "Then you arranged guards for me because you want to keep me in King's Landing, right?"

As long as he stayed away from Runestone City, he could choose a suitable cousin from the Royce family as his heir.

The sudden guard is a talisman of parting.

Lady Rhea almost laughed out of anger. She said with disdain, "Don't think I'm as shameless as Targaryen. Although I don't want to admit it, you are my son."

"Really!"

Yimeng's eyes lit up, and he threw himself on his mother's straight thighs, confirming again: "You won't coax me to leave?"

"I never said anything like that." Lady Rhea shook her head.

Who spread these rumors and scared the child like this?

Regardless of what his mother thinks, Yimeng is very happy: "So how are you going to deal with the inheritance? You usually ignore me?"

My mother didn't want to give up her inheritance rights, so she can still stay in Fu Shi City in the future.

Junlin is good, but it belongs to someone else after all.

Fu Shi City, where my mother is, is the root of my life.

"No plans!"

Madam Leia crossed her arms and said bluntly, "You were very fragile when you were born. I thought you would die. It would be a waste of emotion to accompany you."

"Ah?" Imon was stunned and almost couldn't hold it in.

My mother doesn't get close to me because she came to the conclusion too early?

"It's not a big deal, so let's not talk about it."

Lady Leia coughed twice and changed the subject: "What I want to say is that this time when we go to King's Landing, the king will definitely persuade you to stay. The choice is yours."

Yimon pondered in silence, with something in mind.

As of now, the royal family is small, with only two adult male heirs.

Uncle Viserys and father Daemon.

He is eight years old, so there is basically no possibility of him dying.

It was only natural for the royal family to recall him.

With a thought in mind, combined with the above conversation, Yimeng asked: "Should I stay or not?"

"what ever."

Madam Leia remained calm, but her eyes were fixed on someone's fair face.

Imondo was smart and immediately said, "No! Even if you kill me, I won't let you stay."

It is said that gold horns and silver edges have grass bellies. If you want to do big things, you must develop quietly and don't shoot.

Junlin is a big hole, and his small body can't fill it.

"Humph!"

Lady Leia frowned and put on a stern face: "There's no place for you if you stay, just like that bastard who was driven away."

Although she said so, the upturned corners of her mouth betrayed her.

"We are only hunting this time and visiting relatives and friends."

Aemon hugged his thighs and nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

No need to guess, the bastard my mom was talking about is Damon.

Being the king's younger brother, he was driven away when competing for the right of succession. There are too many twists and turns in this.

Now, I am still catching crabs in the Stone Steps Islands.

Mrs. Rhea glanced at her son, surprised at his cleverness and a little proud of him.

The baby in her belly is smarter than that bastard.

My son can go back to King's Landing, but he will be an eyesore if he stays.

If we rank them by seniority, Aemon, as the eldest grandson of "Brave Baelon" and the great-grandson of the centenarian King Jaehaerys I, would have more right to inherit than Princess Rhaenyra, a woman.

After Queen Emma's death, Daemon was expelled because of the "Crown Prince for One Day" incident, but King Viserys directly appointed his daughter as heir to the Iron Throne.

Even of Queen Emma's funeral, the royal family did not notify the mother and son who were in Runestone City.

Now that the king's daughter has secured her position as heir, and Queen Alicent gave birth to the little prince Aegon and the little princess Helena, she thought of recalling her forgotten nephew.

It's not an upright act.

(End of this chapter)