Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord

A stone building brothel.

Aemon and Rhaenyra held hands and stopped in front of the door.

"Are you really going in?"

Aemon confirmed.

Rhaenyra looked determined and nodded, "Since we are here."

Aemon: ...

Such a strong reason, I really need to be punished.

Cole was embarrassed and advised, "Princess, this is not the place for you."

"Daemon is inside."

Rhaenyra didn't listen to the advice.

"Prince Daemon is a man, you are different!"

Cole said nervously.

Rhaenyra shook her head: "He is a man, but I am the heir to the Iron Throne, no worse than him."

"But you are a girl, the king will hang me if he knows."

Cole was anxious and danced with joy, nagging non-stop.

Aemon watched silently, and a trace of sympathy rose.

He felt that the other party was about to break.

"Shut up, Cole!"

Rhaenyra scolded, and ordered: "If you don't want to accompany me, stay where you are."

After that, she pulled Aemon and rushed in.

Aemon also broke.

There is a cave in the brothel.

Passing through the curtained door, the inside was brightly lit and filled with pungent aromas.

There were both men and women, each doing their own job.

One hugged that one, and that one hugged another.

The crowd was so dense that

it was like a naked party. Aemon held his breath, dazzled by the sight, and his young mind was shocked.

In his two lives, he had never seen such a grand scene.

"Don't look."

Rhaenyra blushed and reached out to cover his eyes.

"You close your eyes too."

Aemon's little hand was faster, covering the other's face tightly.

Hanging upside down!

It's a stye.

The two people were wearing coarse old clothes, one big and one small, covering each other's faces, blocking the door to form an unusual landscape.

Some people looked and laughed, and some whispered.

Who would take a child to a brothel? It looks like a girl.

After a while.

Aemon listened to the lewd music and couldn't stand it anymore: "Let go of your hands, let's go upstairs."

Rhaenyra was stunned.

"Stupid! The person you're looking for is upstairs."

Aemon pulled away the hand covering his eyes and dragged her upstairs.

Rhaenyra's face flushed, and her forehead was almost hot.

Aemon held her hand, and felt that his palm was full of sweat. She kept struggling to hold him back.

The slender fingertips exerted force, as if this made her feel safe.

Second floor, private room.

The two found Daemon's position without much effort.

It was a room with hollow patterns on the windows, almost half open.

A dozen prostitutes who were too poor to afford clothes were lying in front of the window, watching and flirting with each other.

The two came at the right time, and the thing inside had just finished.

The prostitutes dispersed and calmed down a little.

Dongdong!

Aemon didn't want to stay any longer, and banged on the door directly.

He said sorry to his father in his heart.

It was really outrageous that the father and son appeared in a brothel at the same time.

The scene of the son catching the father was outrageous.

But he really wanted to slip away.

"Come in!"

As soon as the door was banged, Daemon's voice came from inside.

A bit dull, and seemed to be in a bad mood.

Aemon didn't care, and pushed the door open to get in.

No one would be in a good mood if they were disturbed right after finishing.

"Aemon?"

Daemon shouted in shock when he saw the little figure pushing the door open.

He was sitting on the balcony enjoying the breeze, and he was covered with a blanket.

Hurry up and sit down, and cover what needs to be covered.

"Sorry, dad."

Aemon apologized and walked towards the bed that exuded a lewd smell.

A graceful figure was lying on it, and she was also very tired.

Aemon took out two gold royals from his pocket, threw them in front of the other person's face, and turned his head away without looking: "Go out for a while."

Daemon's brain crashed directly, and he didn't know what was going on.

My son paid for prostitution?

How filial.

The woman took the money, and ran out happily without caring whether she was sleepy or tired.

Soon, there were only three people left in the room.

"Uncle."

Rhaenyra buried her head deep, and acted like a quail from the moment she entered the door.

Daemon glanced and saw his niece dressed up specially, and his brows immediately frowned.

It's fine if he has one, at least it's a boy.

What's going on here? His brother died in that stupid woman's belly?

"What are you two doing here?"

Daemon stood up and walked silently to the clothes.

"I have something to discuss with you."

Rhaenyra looked confused and pulled Aemon's hand behind her back.

Still not at ease.

She held him with his back to her, and put her hands on his shoulders.

She regretted coming here.

Her uncle was having fun, and there was no sign of wanting to ease the relationship. His attitude was also very cold.

Especially when she saw the coquettish bitch who just left.

She suddenly felt a sense of disillusionment in her heart.

The uncle who used to be tall, handsome, and considerate seemed to be very... hard to judge.

Daemon didn't know what his niece was thinking. At this moment, he just wanted the two of them to disappear quickly.

He said with a gloomy face: "You better be in trouble." His brother must be dead.

He couldn't even control his 12-year-old daughter, and he was fooling around with his son.

Can a little kid like him come to a brothel at the age of eight?

Aemon:...

Silence is golden.

Dad said that we would meet soon, and it was indeed soon.

It was just not very pleasant.

Rhaenyra was anxious at the moment and wanted to leave quickly. She said her purpose: "Uncle, I want you to go to Tidehead Island and represent the royal family with us."

"No!"

Daemon refused without even thinking about it.

Rhaenyra was anxious: "Why?"

Her uncle didn't care about her very much. He loved his father and paid attention to the dignity of the royal family.

He was like the patron saint of the family.

"No reason."

Daemon put on his clothes and sneered: "When your mother died, I was driven out of King's Landing by your father, and we parted ways."

Aemon smacked his lips, sounding very resentful.

"But after so many years, my father no longer blames you. We all miss you very much."

Rhaenyra couldn't hear it, and was still fighting for it.

She had never formally come into contact with power. She only saw the contradictions between her father and uncle, but didn't know the source of the contradictions.

They didn't trust each other, and they were wary of each other.

The contradictions accumulated step by step, and then the situation today was brewed.

Daemon picked up his sword, lost interest in talking, and went out without looking back: "Whatever you say, Viserys is just a coward, and what you see is just the tip of the iceberg."

Before leaving, he pointed at Aemon and warned him sternly: "If I see you in the brothel again, I will break your legs!"

Aemon nodded like pounding garlic.

He was forced, and it was not his intention to destroy the reunion of father and son.

Daemon looked unkind and left in a hurry.

Rhaenyra wanted to stop him, but was pushed aside.

"Why?"

The girl covered her aching shoulder, her eyes reddening uncontrollably.

She felt very aggrieved.

Aemon remained silent, and he was almost annoyed.

Daemon and Rhaenyra had no conflict of interest.

But Daemon and his brother Viserys could be said to be incompatible, and neither of them would submit to the other.

This can be seen from the fact that Daemon did not return to the Red Castle, but spent the night on Silk Street.

It's not that he had nowhere to go, he simply disgusted his brother Viserys.

I'm in King's Landing, but I don't obey your orders.

Your help to me is like chicken ribs. Today's achievements all depend on fighting my way out. If the royal family encounters trouble, don't even think about asking me for help.

Unless one side bows its head and admits its mistake first.

Aemon sighed and pulled Rhaenyra's little hand: "Let's go."

According to the trajectory of the original world, Daemon couldn't admit defeat now.

The Stepstone Islands are barren, and there are still remnants of pirates wreaking havoc.

Daemon has no army and can't be intimidated at all.

But he still persisted for several years and maintained a stiff relationship with the royal family. It was not until Rhaenyra came of age to choose a husband that he gave up the title of King of the Sea and ran back to King's Landing to admit his mistakes and repair the relationship.

Rhaenyra did not understand the twists and turns inside and was immersed in sadness.

Aemon had a headache, let go of her hand, and went out first.

It was impossible to coax her.

Targaryen men would never bow to women.

Rhaenyra's eyes were blurred with tears, and she lowered her head and sobbed softly.

After a while.

She looked up and looked around the room and found that she was the only one left.

"Aemon."

Rhaenyra felt cold all over and shouted nervously.

Unfortunately, no one answered.

"Aemon, we should go back."

Rhaenyra was scared and wanted to run out, but there were chaotic men and women outside.

This was not a place she was familiar with at all.

Even wanting to go out was difficult.

Rhaenyra bit her lower lip and tried hard not to cry.

At this moment.

A silver-haired head poked in the door and shook for a moment: "This way."

Then he whistled and turned around coolly.

Could they really leave her here?

If she stayed here, all the men in the brothel would be in danger.

"Wait for me, Aemon."

Rhaenyra cried with joy and hurriedly followed.

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