The sun sets.
Aemon returns to the Red Keep and steps onto the long stairs of Maegor's Holdfast.
"Your Highness."
"Prince..."
A group of minor nobles greet him as they approach.
Aemon responded to each one and walked forward in silence.
After a busy day that included supervising the composting of the new fields, he was exhausted.
Suddenly, the surroundings became quiet.
Aemon looked up and saw Viserys surrounded by his ministers.
After hesitating, he bowed and said, "Uncle."
Viserys turned his head to the side, expressionless.
"Go on. Which territory will the tour stop at first?"
"Starting from the Crownlands, then passing through the Riverlands and the Vale..."
Grand Maester Meros answered the king's question, his eyes and nose buried in his heart.
Aemon tactfully pretended to pass by.
This meant that his uncle held a grudge against him.
It's better not to provoke him.
"Alicent said you want to build a city?"
Viserys suddenly asked indifferently. "I will assign 300 craftsmen from the Red Keep to you. You can pay for their work yourself."
"Thank you, Uncle."
Aemon smiled.
Looking at his nephew's back, Viserys complained to his old friend. "Look at him. He won't even say a word."
Meros closed his mouth, and sweat broke out on his forehead.
...
Godswood.
Aemon searched the Red Keep but didn't see Rhaenyra hiding anywhere.
Finally, God paid off.
Under a thick weirwood tree, bright red fallen leaves spread out like a blanket.
The silver-haired girl leaned against the pale tree trunk, her hands around her knees.
A wailing human face was carved into the tree trunk, making the painting look a little sad.
"Steal the little pearl?"
Aemon walked forward.
Rhaenyra raised her head. Her beautiful face was calm. "I want to be alone and think about the embarrassing things I did," she said.
"Did I disturb you?"
Aemon gently sat down beside her, leaning against her shoulder.
He was in a good mood now.
The new fields had recruited 1,200 young men, and his uncle had sent 300 craftsmen.
Thinking of the misunderstanding that day, he knew he had to make it up to her.
"No."
Rhaenyra's voice was soft as she leaned her head on his shoulder.
She was very generous and not at all shy.
Aemon glanced at her sideways but couldn't bear to push her away again.
He and Rhaenyra had a good relationship.
When he was a child, she would often hug him to sleep and molest him in bed.
"Thank you."
Rhaenyra spoke first.
Aemon replied, "You're welcome."
"Do you know what I'm thanking you for?"
"I don't know."
"..."
Aemon's mouth curled up slightly, and he fell silent.
"You really haven't changed at all, from a little boy to an adult."
Rhaenyra could barely breathe and angrily said: "Alicent is important to you, yet you've helped me openly and secretly."
Don't think she's stupid; she can see it.
You have been on her side since childhood.
Aemon turned his head in surprise. Did she see it now?
Rhaenyra looked up, and the emotions accumulated over the years burst out. With hope, she said, "The Vale is closed and conservative. How about you stay with me in King's Landing?"
As she said this, she took the other person's hands in hers.
Her meaning was beyond words.
Aemon was stunned at first and remained silent for a long time. "The Vale is my foundation. Would you give up Dragonstone or the Iron Throne?"
He had many goals to strive for:
He wants to prevent the tragedy of the "Dance of the Dragons," build a city of his own, and live arrogantly with Vormithor.
The first goal is for his great-grandfather and his family.
The latter two are the result of his temporary shortsightedness.
If he stays to help Rhaenyra, what will Alicent do?
Looking at the leaders of the Black and Green factions during the "Dance of the Dragons," they are all crazy.
Sometimes he wonders if he should replace them.
He should let them sit on the Iron Throne so that they won't ruin the family's dragons.
"I knew you wouldn't agree."
Rhaenyra remained calm, as if she had expected this result.
"Aemon, have you seriously considered what happened today?"
She sat up and asked fiercely, "Did my father choose you as the Queen's Consort? Do you agree?"
Another straight ball hit her in the face.
Aemon was stunned for a moment and didn't know what to say.
He actually had a good impression of Rhaenyra.
Although she was silly, she was really good to him.
"You don't have to answer. I'll find the answer myself."
Rhaenyra's eyes were firm as she turned over and sat astride his legs, holding his head.
Aemon was forced to look up and met her purple eyes.
Once again, their eyes met, and time seemed to stop.
Without the tacit understanding of the day, there were fewer misunderstandings.
Compared to the aggressive Rhaenyra, Aemon's gaze was evasive.
He tried to turn his head but was pulled back by a bare hand.
He stared at her for a while.
One second, two seconds...
For a long time.
Rhaenyra tilted her head, her beautiful eyes sparkling, and burst into laughter. "Aemon, eyes can't deceive people."
She laughed so hard that
Her body shook with the joy of victory. The other party had her in his sights.
"Pay attention to your image."
Aemon was speechless.
Anyone could see that she was beautiful.
He still preferred Laena's gentle character. At first glance, she seemed like a considerate and virtuous wife.
"You are thinking badly."
It seemed that Rhaenyra had come to her senses when she pinched the other's chin.
Aemon gave her a fierce look.
To be fair, though, Rhaenyra was not bad.
In terms of appearance alone, no one in the entire King's Landing or the Crownlands could compete with her.
Not even the elegant Alicent or the beautiful and generous Laena could compare.
Her high nose and rosy lips had an inexplicable allure.
"Wait, something's wrong with me!"
Aemon's pupils trembled slightly, and he broke out in a cold sweat.
He hadn't noticed these details before.
"You're sweating."
Rhaenyra examined him.
Aemon lowered his head in guilt.
Their friendship had deteriorated, and he was guilty.
"I'll give you a little 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 fragrance filled his mouth.
...
Outside the godswood.
Cole stood up straight and glanced back at the scene under the weirwood tree.
First, he was anxious, and then he was frightened. He took a step and stopped.
His duty was to protect the princess, not disturb her.
Cole quickly turned his back, unable to hide his disappointment. "If you don't behave, something will happen sooner or later."
...
The queen's bedroom.
Alicent wore a green skirt and knocked her hands on the glass window. Her eyes were fixed on the ground below.
From this vantage point, you could just see the godswood.
"Rhaenyra..."
Alicent bit her lip; her eyes were indescribably fierce.
She looked like a female beast that had just given birth, staring at the hunter who took away her cub.
In her view, Rhaenyra was sitting astride someone, holding their head tightly.
In Westeros, there is no concept of underwear.
Under the beige skirt, there was nothing.
Sitting astride someone like that is simply shameless.
Bang!
Alicent bit her lip until it bled and slammed her fingers hard against the glass window.
Everyone in the room was startled.
"Woo woo woo~"
Helaena was a small ball, and her big eyes wouldn't stop crying.
Aegon looked up but continued to play with his toys.
"Sister—"
Aemond's face looked worried as he moved to sit next to his crying sister.
One was a little bigger and the other a little smaller.
They were close together and very warm.
Alicent suddenly turned around and stared at her well-behaved daughter with a pale, tender face.
Rhaenyra is okay, then.
Dongdong!
A knock on the door interrupted her thoughts. Two figures stood in front of the door.
"Alicent, why is the child crying?"
Viserys asked in confusion.
"Yeah, what's outside?"
Galwyn stood aside, massaging his sore neck.
He was also curious why his sister hadn't comforted the child and what she was looking at.
"Nothing."
Alicent drew the curtains, and the room grew dim.
She stood up, hugged her crying daughter, pressed her face against her daughter's furry little head, and hummed a ballad to comfort her.
She didn't say a word to the two men closest to her.
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