80 Alison's Jealousy« Prev≡ Table of ContentsGoogleNext »Sunset dusk.
Aemon returned to the Red Keep and stepped up the long staircase of Maegor's Tower.
"Your Highness the Prince."
"Prince..."
Walking towards me, a group of young nobles nodded in greeting.
Eamonn responded one by one and walked forward.
After a busy day, he was given instructions on how to fertilize new fields, which made him exhausted.
Suddenly, everything became quiet.
Aemon looked up and saw Viserys surrounded by his ministers.
After a moment's hesitation, he saluted and said, "Uncle."
Viserys deadpanned, turning his head to the side.
"Continue to talk about which realm the cruise will go to first."
"Start from the king's territory, then cross the riverlands and valleys..."
Melos, the great bachelor, answered the king's question by looking at his nose and heart.
Eamonn pretended to be passing by.
This is because the uncle has a problem with himself.
It's better not to offend him.
"Allison said you wanted to build a city and a town?"
Viserys spoke abruptly and said in a nonchalant tone: "Three hundred craftsmen will be allocated from the Red Keep to you, and you will pay the wages yourself."
"Thank you, uncle."
Aemon pursed his lips and smiled.
Looking at his nephew's back, Viserys complained to his old friend: "Look at him, he doesn't even want to say a single unnecessary word."
Melos closed his mouth tightly, and a line of sweat broke out on his forehead.
…
Godswood.
Aemon searched around the Red Keep, but did not see Rhaenyra hiding.
Finally, Huangtian paid off.
Under a thick weirwood tree, bright red fallen leaves formed a blanket.
The silver-haired girl folded her hands on her knees and leaned against the pale tree trunk alone.
A wailing human face is carved on the surface of the tree trunk, which makes the painting style somewhat sad.
"Drop little pearls secretly?"
Aemon stepped forward.
Rhaenyra raised her head, her beautiful face calm: "I want to be alone and recall the embarrassing things I committed."
"Did I bother you?"
Eamonn sat quietly beside him, leaning on his shoulder.
He is in a good mood now.
Xintian recruited 1,200 young men, and his uncle sent another 300 craftsmen.
Thinking of the misunderstanding during the day, it was necessary to make up for it.
"without."
Rhaenyra's voice was soft and she leaned her head on the other person's shoulder.
Very generous and not extravagant at all.
Aemon glanced sideways and couldn't bear to push away.
He was close to Rhaenyra.
When I was a child, I would often sleep with her arms in my arms, and be molested under the covers.
"Thanks."
Rhaenyra spoke first.
Eamonn said: "You're welcome."
"Do you know what I'm grateful for?"
"have no idea."
"..."
The corner of Aemon's mouth curled up slightly, please be quiet.
"You really haven't changed at all since you were a little bear."
Rhaenyra almost lost her breath and said, holding back her anger: "Allison is very important to you, but you have been helping me overtly and covertly, right?"
Don't think she's stupid, she can see it.
The other party has been on her side since childhood.
Aemon turned his head in surprise, did he realize it?
Rhaenyra raised her head, and the emotions she had accumulated over the years exploded, hoping: "The valley is closed and conservative, how about staying with me in King's Landing?"
As he spoke, he grabbed each other's hands.
What it means is beyond words.
Aemon was startled at first and remained silent for a while: "The Vale is my foundation. Will you choose to give up Dragonstone or the Iron Throne?"
He has a lot to work towards.
Stop the tragedy of the "Dance of Blood Dragons", build a city of your own, and live an arrogant and domineering life with Vormisol...
The first one was for my great-grandfather and for my own family.
The last two are due to his temporary short-sightedness.
Staying to help Rhaenyra, what should Allison do?
Looking at the main figures of the black and green parties during the "Dance of the Dragons", every one of them was going crazy.
He sometimes wondered whether to replace it.
Let him sit on the iron chair over there, lest these stupid guys lose the family dragon.
"I knew you wouldn't agree."
Rhaenyra remained calm, as if she had expected this outcome.
"Eamonn, have you seriously considered it during the day?"
Rhaenyra sat up and said fiercely: "My father chose you as the wife of the king. Do you agree?"
Another straight shot to the face.
Eamonn was stunned for a moment and opened his mouth not knowing what to say.
He actually liked Rhaenyra quite a bit.
Although the silly eldest sister is silly, she is really nice to him.
"You don't need to answer. I'll find the answer myself."
Rhaenyra's eyes were firm, and she turned over and straddled her legs cross-legged, grabbing the opponent's head.
Aemon was forced to raise his head and his eyes met those purple eyes.
Their eyes met again, and time seemed to stand still.
There is no tacit understanding during the day, and there is no misunderstanding of language.
Compared to the extremely aggressive Rhaenyra, Aemon's eyes were somewhat evasive.
He tried to turn his head, but was pulled back by his bare hands.
Stare at it for a while.
One second, two seconds...
Quite a while.
Rhaenyra tilted her head, her beautiful eyes sparkled, and she smiled: "Aemon, your eyes cannot deceive you."
The branches of laughter trembled wildly, declaring the joy of victory.
The other party sees her.
"Mind your image."
Aemon was quite speechless.
Turn your head and look, no one is blind.
He still liked Lanner's gentle character more, and she seemed to be a considerate and good wife at first glance.
"You have bad intentions."
Rhaenyra seemed to be enlightened and grabbed the other person's chin.
Aemon gave her a hard look.
But to be fair, Rhaenyra wasn't bad either.
In terms of appearance alone, there is no one in the entire King's Landing or even the Crownland who can fight better than her.
Even the elegant Alicen, or the beautiful and generous Lanar.
Especially her high nose bridge and rosy red lips, which inexplicably have a seductive appeal.
"Wait, I'm not right!"
Aemon's pupils trembled slightly, and he broke out in a cold sweat.
He didn't pay attention to these details before.
"You are sweating."
Rhaenyra examined.
Aemon lowered his head in guilt.
He was guilty, and the friendship had deteriorated.
"Give you a reward."
Rhaenyra raised the corners of her lips, put her hands behind her back and loosened her skirt.
"You..."
As soon as Aemon opened his mouth, a touch of whiteness hit his face.
A faint creamy aroma filled his cavity.
...
Outside the godswood.
Cole stood tall and glanced back at the scene under the weirwood.
He was anxious at first and then shocked, and he took a step and stopped.
His duty was to protect the princess, not to disturb the princess's good things.
Cole turned his back quickly, unable to hide his disappointment: "If you don't behave yourself, something will happen sooner or later."
...
The Queen's bedroom.
Alison was wearing a green skirt, her hands knocked on the glass window, her eyes fixed on the bottom.
From the bird's-eye view, you can just see the Godswood.
"Rhaenyra..."
Alison bit her lips tightly, her eyes were indescribably fierce.
It was like a female beast that had just given birth, staring at the hunter who took away her cub.
In her sight, Rhaenyra sat on the other person, holding the other person's head tightly in her arms.
There is no concept of underwear in Westeros.
Under the beige skirt, there is nothing.
Sitting on the opposite sex like that is simply shameless.
Bang!
Alison bit her lips until they bled, and her fingers slammed on the glass window.
Everyone in the room was startled.
"Woo woo woo~~"
Helena was a small lump, and her big eyes couldn't stop crying.
Aegon looked up and continued to play with the toys.
"Sister~"
Emond's little face was full of worry, and he moved to sit next to his crying sister.
One was a little bigger, and the other was a little smaller.
They were close together, very warm.
Alison suddenly turned around and stared at her well-behaved daughter with a white and tender face.
Rhaenyra is okay, then...
Knock knock!
The knock on the door interrupted her thoughts, and two figures stood in front of the door.
"Alison, why is the child crying?"
Viserys asked in confusion.
"Yeah, what's outside?"
Galwyn stood aside, massaging his aching neck.
He was also curious, why didn't his sister coax the child, and what was she looking at.
"Nothing."
Alison drew the curtains, and the light in the room was dim.
She stood up and hugged her crying daughter, her face pressed against the furry little head, and she hummed a ballad to coax her.
She didn't say a word to the two closest men.