79: Spring Feelings« Prev≡ Table of ContentsGoogleNext »The words fell.
Both men fell silent at the same time.
Rhaenyra's face stiffened and she quickly lowered her head.
Shame filled my heart.
Aemon was stunned.
I didn't expect that the opponent would hit a straight ball and pierce the window paper.
"I, I'm going back first."
Rhaenyra stumbled, turned and left quickly.
At this moment, she wanted to find a crack in the floor tiles and crawl in.
What a shame!
"Rhaenayla, wait."
Aemon came to his senses and chased after him.
Some words must be put to an end once they are spoken.
Many misunderstandings arise unintentionally.
Apparently, he forgot a rule.
When a woman is on her way in anger, her speed is comparable to that of a dragon.
There's no way to catch up.
From the open-air corridor to the inner corridor of the Red Castle, and to the entrance of the princess's palace.
"Princess!"
Cole, dressed in silver armor and white robes, stood guard at the door, nodding and greeting everyone.
"Stop him."
Rhaenyra gave the order without raising her head.
Cole was stunned for a moment and saw two people.
Aemon shrugged, his face innocent.
another.
"Hey, the young couple had a fight?"
A handsome young man with blond hair and blue eyes was leaning on the corridor, watching the boys and girls chasing each other and making fun of him.
Bang!
Rhaenyra entered and closed the door, all in one motion.
Then, he turned around and lay on the door panel, listening to what was going on outside.
"Aemon!"
The silver-haired girl gritted her teeth.
In the corridor, three men stood on each side.
Eamonn looked at the handsome blond boy, feeling vaguely familiar and forgetting where he had seen him before.
"I am Galwyn Hightower, the eldest son of the former Prime Minister and the brother of Queen Allison."
Galvin introduced himself, quite familiarly.
Aemon suddenly realized.
Allison's brother, no wonder he looks familiar.
"Didn't you return to the old town with Lord Otto?"
Cole looked up and down and stood firmly at the door of the dormitory.
Galvin is also a guy with a good reputation.
The two people mentioned above are directly related to each other, and they were defeated by Prince Daemon in a competition in 105 AC.
After that, he became much more low-key.
Galwin was also sizing up the other person, and said sarcastically: "Sir Cole, who is hailed as 'my white knight' by Her Royal Highness the Princess, is indeed very handsome..."
"You better watch your words."
Cole's face was cold.
The two were like natural enemies, and they started fighting as soon as they met.
Aemon looked on, frowning slightly.
I have to say that Galvin has a very vicious mouth and dares to say anything.
But was he acting on his own, or was Allison instigating him behind his back?
"White Knight, I'm complimenting you."
Galvin slowly stepped forward, stopped one meter away, and joked: "Being from such a humble background, but being able to wear a white robe, it is truly an honor."
After that, he pointed at Cole's black curly hair.
The meaning is obvious, just say it clearly.
The other party was a humble commoner who was born in the Dorne frontier and was the son of the steward of Blackport.
Cole was very satisfied with this trick and endured his temper: "Sir, this is the princess's palace, you should leave here."
"Yes, the majestic princess palace."
Calvin took a step back and said thoughtfully: "I wonder if the white knight is lonely in the middle of the night. Does he take his oath into consideration and only use his five fingers to relieve the pressure?"
As soon as he arrived at the Red Keep, he heard rumors flying around.
Son of Daemon, Prince Aemon is the king's prospective son-in-law.
Or the "princess's white knight", who is favored and always with you.
"You think so, Your Highness?"
Calvin seemed to have fun, and turned to chat with the silver-haired boy who had been quiet all this time.
Bang!
As soon as he turned his head, he was kicked hard in the stomach.
"Are you good at speaking?"
Aemon's face was cold, and he was obviously really angry.
It's enough to ridicule Cole alone, he has the right to just watch the fun.
If the honor of the royal family has to be involved, he can really act like Alison's brother and run amok.
"Ahem~~"
Galvin was kicked so hard that he rolled around and fell to the ground, coughing hard.
It's not over yet.
Aemon glanced at Cole coldly, stepped forward, grabbed Galvin's collar, and lifted it up forcefully.
Bang!
Before Galwin could react, his back hit the wall.
Aemon held him with one hand and put his other hand around his neck, and sneered: "Fabulating rumors about the royal family gives you a sense of accomplishment, doesn't it?"
After saying that, his arms pressed hard on his trachea.
"No, it's not~~"
Galvin's face was bloodshot and red. He put his hands on the other person's arms, but found that he couldn't break them open at all.
Bang!
Eamonn hit him with a knee, moved his face closer to the opponent, and said viciously: "Then who asked you to come and make you talk so much!?"
There are no good people in Old Town.
"Hmph~~"
His soft abdomen was injured, and Galvin groaned, acid water overflowing from the corner of his mouth.
He hurts so much!
What's the situation with the boy opposite, and how to beat him to death.
"Say it, say it!"
Eamonn showed no mercy, raising his elbow and turning.
Galvin screamed, and half of his face quickly swelled.
"I said I said."
Unable to bear the fight, Galvin said hastily: "I was jealous of the White Knight's ranking at the top of that tournament. I heard the rumors and came here to ridicule him."
"real?"
Aemon sneered.
"Fidelity, absolute fidelity."
Calvin is flexible and flexible, he just wants to get away from right and wrong quickly.
"Huh, get out of here."
Aemon's eyes flashed, and he let go and threw him to the ground.
I don't believe a word of what he said.
I'm just too lazy to pursue it.
"Sorry, your clothes were stained."
Calvin wiped the sour water from his mouth and staggered up.
When passing by Cole, he was still being mean: "Come on, white knight, your future is bright."
Cole clenched his fists, his face as dark as the bottom of a pot.
"You should have fought back, White Knight."
Aemon glanced at him sideways and stepped forward to knock on the door.
There was such a big movement, Rhaenyra must be behind the door.
Boom!
No response from behind the door.
Aemon rolled his eyes and said nonchalantly: "I want to go back to the valley. Can you lend me some people?"
He has seen it.
In the huge Red Keep, Rhaenyra's situation is getting worse and worse.
Otherwise, Calvin would not come to ruin her reputation in broad daylight.
Squeak!
After a while, the door opened a crack.
"Take it, Mudgate has a boat."
A small white hand stretched out and handed over a delicate necklace.
Aemon took the necklace and said simply: "Thanks."
Then he turned around and walked away, not staying for a second longer.
Your actions have proven which side you are on, so there is no need to waste any words.
And just as he was leaving.
The door cracked open a little, revealing a pair of purple eyes.
Rhaenyra was lying by the door, looking at the silver-haired back with a sparkling expression.
She watched the whole thing.
Eamonn was decisive and his movements were smooth and smooth.
Although his face cannot be seen clearly, his silver-blond shawl hair and stern side face still attract the eye.
Especially when he picked up Calvin and beat him.
He is thin but muscular, with a strong back and waist.
Rhaenyra looked fascinated, her face flushed: "Aemon, he seems to have grown up."
Completely different from the chubby little boy in my impression.
He was a head taller than her, and his face was green but handsome.
The most important thing is, be brave!
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other side.
Eamonn didn't know that there was a nympho peeping at him, so he put the necklace and went straight out of the city.
Rhaenyra's new fields were all outside the city.
Wherever he goes, he recruits the remaining men.