Game of thrones: The fire lord

About a quarter of an hour later.

In the corner of the banquet hall, two silver-haired boys, one big and one small, sat across from each other.

Aemon, with a sly grin, picked up a blueberry and stuffed it into little Aegon's mouth, biting half of it before rubbing the other half onto his face.

Once the small plate of blueberries was finished, little Aegon's belly bulged, and his face and mouth were covered in blue stains.

"Prince, the queen will be angry if she sees this," the plump maid said, almost in tears.

"It's fine. I'll take the blame if Alisen asks," Aemon replied, completely unbothered.

This was just the beginning.

"Woo woo~~"

Little Aegon shook his head, stammering in refusal. "Brother, I don't... eat it!"

"Can you speak?" Aemon was surprised to hear him speaking in High Valyrian.

Could it be that his constant speaking of it is finally having an effect?

"Yeah, yeah," little Aegon nodded enthusiastically, no longer acting stubborn.

Aemon smiled with satisfaction.

It had to be him! The little one couldn't even speak, but here he was, directly speaking their mother tongue.

This reminded Aemon of the times when his great-grandfather was alive, and he and Alison had taught him Valyrian.

The language's transliteration was short and concise, similar to Chinese.

He had taught himself Valyrian as his main language, and now, he was more proficient in it than the common tongue of the continent.

"No, I have to put my hands on my waist." Aemon smiled, satisfied.

Tit for tat, Alison should thank me.

The future Green Party king was already showing his backhand!

"Aemon, what are you doing here?"

Alison's voice suddenly called out, followed by a shriek: "Aegon, what's wrong with him?"

Aemon froze, his smile vanishing.

Alison hurried over, bent down to pick up her son, and when she saw his blueberry-stained face, she laughed angrily. "Aemon, what have you done to him?"

She pulled out a handkerchief and began wiping his face, though the blueberry stain only seemed to spread further.

Little Aegon, looking like a two-year-old fat child, crawled into his mother's arms, aggrieved. "Mom~~"

"You can talk now?" Alison asked, surprised.

Little Aegon:

"It's really unexpected. Looks like Aegon should play with the child more."

Alison paused for a moment, teasing, "Thank you, Aemon."

Aemon quickly withdrew his hands from his waist and gave an awkward smile. "You're welcome."

His expression was that of Tom Cat caught doing something wrong—trying to look honest but clearly flattering.

Alison sighed helplessly, wiping the tears from little Aegon's eyes as she took him back to wash his face.

Before leaving, Alison glanced back at Aemon, her expression complicated, and she quickened her pace.

Aemon waved and watched Alison and her son walk away.

It wasn't long before he heard light footsteps approaching.

When he turned around, Rhaenyra—who had been missing until now—was standing behind him, her face melancholic.

Without waiting for him to greet her, Rhaenyra forced a smile. "Is it fun to tease Aegon?"

She had been brought back from the "Godswood" in the Red Keep by Alicent.

"Are you unhappy?" Aemon asked, his large eyes full of sincerity.

Rhaenyra froze at his question and quickly denied it. "No!"

"Hmm~" Aemon tilted his head, clearly not believing her.

The words "I'm unhappy" were practically written on her face.

Rhaenyra, feeling uncomfortable under his gaze, quickly tried to find an excuse. "Yes, there was no cake I like at the banquet."

"I see." Aemon nodded without calling her out on her lie.

Clearly, it wasn't the lack of cake that was bothering her. She was pretending to be fine.

Today was Aegon's naming day celebration, and nearly half the princes and nobles in the kingdom were lavishing attention on him, ignoring Rhaenyra, the heir to the Iron Throne.

Who wouldn't be depressed?

"Remember what you promised me yesterday?"

Aemon changed the subject, smiling. "Since there's no cake you like here, let's go to the dragon cave together."

He didn't want to deal with the conflict between Alison and Rhaenyra, so he simply stuck to his plan.

Rhaenyra looked around, confirming that no one else seemed interested in talking to her. With a resigned shrug, she said, "Alright, let's go. Consider it a way to relax."

"Oh yeah, let's go!"

Aemon cheered and took off immediately.

The two of them left unnoticed, making their way to the vestibule.

The gate slowly opened, revealing the street outside the Red Castle.

Rhaenyra frowned in worry. "I didn't call Cole. How are we supposed to get there?"

With the chaos of the day, the coachman was nowhere to be found.

"Don't worry, I'm prepared."

Aemon was full of confidence, slapping his chest proudly.

Before Rhaenyra could question him further, a white-painted palace carriage smoothly pulled up in front of them.

"See?" Aemon grinned.

Rhaenyra was taken aback. She didn't expect the little boy to be so good at commanding people around. She couldn't help but laugh.

Sir Steve, a down-to-earth man, reached out to lift the little prince into the carriage with ease.

Of course, he wasn't the only guard accompanying them.

Three more guards, who had been eating and drinking at the banquet, followed on horseback.

...

Halfway through the journey, the carriage hit a small bump.

Aemon and Rhaenyra sat on opposite sides, looking at each other in silence.

William, who was about the same age as Rhaenyra, was also in the car, taking care of Aemon's essential travel items.

Click!

Aemon opened his incubator to check on the dragon egg, as usual.

A puff of white smoke escaped from it, but the black dragon egg was still intact.

"Item containing magic detected, gaining +3 magic essence."

Aemon was slightly disappointed. After collecting "leeks" every three days, the dragon egg still hadn't hatched.

"Looks like there's only one way forward," Aemon thought, silently to himself.

He didn't speak out loud, not wanting to bother Rhaenyra, who was already in a low mood.

As time passed, the atmosphere in the carriage became more and more suffocating.

"Ahem."

William coughed, stole a glance at the beautiful princess, and nervously spoke up. "Prince, I'm going to learn how to drive."

Before anyone could react, he quickly jumped out of the carriage.

Aemon sighed in frustration.

I thought wild boars could handle things better than that.

Rhaenyra snapped back to reality after hearing the noise and smiled apologetically. "Sorry, I was distracted again."

"It's fine, I was just sorting things out too."

Aemon packed up the incubator, his mind racing with thoughts.

Collecting essence wasn't easy. Finding magical items was even harder, and securing stable sources of essence was nearly impossible.

So far, there were only two sources that had been stable enough.

One was Valyrian steel, and the other was dragon eggs.

There was the family sword "Blackfire" in the Red Keep, but Aemon had yet to verify if it could produce essence regularly.

And in Old Runestone City, the family sword "Lamentation" was available to Aemon when he left King's Landing.

This sword had a much larger essence output.

Compared to that, dragon eggs offered a smaller but more stable output.

If nothing else changed, this trip to the dragon cave would definitely be worth it.

Aemon sighed silently. "If only I had a spell to find magic items."

No need to search blindly, saving time for more useful pursuits.

"By the way, I haven't checked the cards today," Aemon remembered.

He summoned the glorious panel before Sir Steve's voice called out from outside.

"Prince, Princess, we've arrived at the dragon cave."

"Alright," Rhaenyra responded, brushing her silver hair back, trying to perk up.