In the evening:
Aemon leaned against the railing on the open balcony and enjoyed the breeze. Footsteps approached from behind him, and a graceful figure appeared.
"Gulltown is closed, and Velaryon's cargo ship is willing to help you," Laena said softly.
Without thinking, Aemon refused, saying, "Velaryon's cargo ship can pass through the strait sea, but it can't reach Riverdale."
Dinner was a meaningless conversation.
Lord Barkin was afraid that the pirates of the Three Sisters' Kingdom would intercept the ship, so he insisted on closing the Gulltown port.
Without a port to land, transporting construction materials became problematic.
"He wants to form an alliance with you and use your dragon to protect Gulltown."
Laena spoke the truth.
Of the five major ports in Westeros, Gulltown had the weakest military.
The Graveson family has owned Gulltown for thousands of years and has long relied on wealth and marriage alliances to consolidate its position.
Gulltown is adjacent to Runestone City.
By winning over Prince Targaryen, who has a dragon, the family's power would increase significantly.
"What can he give me? Open the port?"
Aemon sneered and said, "Why don't you tell me about the Velaryon family's plans so I can understand Lord Sea Snake's intentions?"
Laena shrugged, not hiding it. "My father ordered me to form an alliance with the Graveson and Celtigar families to create a maritime coalition and prepare for war.
"Then you just wanted to pull me on board."
Aemon found a loophole in the tricky situation.
The Three Women's Kingdom was hit hard by the Sea Snake and Daemon's joint efforts last time, and it has been recuperating and fighting internally in recent years.
Daemon's departure from the Stepstones gave them a chance to make a comeback.
The Velaryon family, which had grown wealthy through maritime trade, was the first to be affected.
It wasn't surprising that the Sea Snake was anxious to prepare for war.
Seeing through her thoughts, Laena smiled and said, "What do you think? The Velaryons will not treat their allies unfairly."
"Nothing."
Aemon simply refused.
Laena asked, "Why?"
"You're pretending to be confused when you know the truth."
Aemon laughed helplessly.
Is he allied with the Velaryon family?
Not to mention what Daemon is up to. My uncle would go crazy first.
Before Riverdale was built, Aemon's role had always been to maintain the bond between the royal family and Daemon, acting as a buffer between the two sides.
Putting him on Driftmark Island as a bond? Wouldn't the Dance of the Dragons start early?
"We still have to hurry up and build cities and towns to really get to the table of power,"
Aemon secretly complained.
He didn't want to be anyone's vassal, so acting as a third-party force outside of Black and Green was the best choice.
They would be able to attack and defend, and would be naturally invincible.
"But you need a port; otherwise, you can't transport goods."
Laena approached, and a faint fragrance wafted by.
Aemon pondered for a moment. "Ironoaks has a dock, and the long lake connects to the Narrow Sea. Small boats can transport goods in batches."
This was the worst option, as the situation was not good.
The Velaryon family had formed an alliance with the Celtigar and Graveson families, and they were bound to establish a maritime coalition to fight the pirates of the Three Sisters' Kingdom.
He couldn't get in, so he had to find a way out.
"I heard that Lord Waynwood of Ironoaks is a person..."
Laena was about to say something, but her expression spoke volumes.
"Give it a try."
Aemon took the opportunity to test the minds of the nobles in the Vale.
Who were the enemies, and who were the friends?
He couldn't just make things up behind closed doors.
Laena nodded slightly without going into details and smiled. "I heard that Rhaenyra visited the Vale and was captured by the king."
The topic changed naturally, like that of a gossipy neighbor.
Aemon frowned and said unhappily, "You have the nerve to say that—one step slow."
This woman stood him up.
"Sorry, I was held back by my family."
Laena lost her smile and suddenly felt much lonelier.
Aemon was stunned and confused when he saw this.
The mood changed too quickly.
Laena lowered her swan-like neck and said sadly, "People are helpless, aren't they?"
Aemon replied, "Talk about it in detail."
"It's about marriage."
Laena raised her eyes and glanced at him. She said half of what she wanted to say, deliberately whetting people's appetite.
Unfortunately, Aemon had plenty of patience and resources.
"Does Lord Sea Snake want to divorce and remarry?"
Laena was stunned, and surprise appeared on her beautiful face.
Why not play by the rules?
Taking advantage of his victory, Aemon held her slender, white hand, pretending to comfort her. "It doesn't matter. Lord Sea Snake is still strong and can marry a young lady."
Laena pulled her hand away and said seriously, "Aemon, if you joke again, I will be angry."
Her parents were her pride, and they could not be slandered.
"You joked with me first."
Aemon pulled his hand away.
Her slender, white fingers were cold and delicate as they held his big hand tightly, like soft jade.
Laena moved closer, staring at his handsome face, and said in High Valyrian, "It's Laenor's wedding. My parents are very worried."
She was very bold, and the two of them were almost touching.
Due to the height difference, her forehead touched his chin.
Aemon lowered his head slightly and saw her slightly frowning, curved eyebrows and a pair of eyes that seemed angry yet happy.
That charming, sad look seemed to silently speak of injustice.
"This bad woman."
A slight ripple appeared in his heart, and his breathing became heavier, though unnoticeably.
She was still planning to attack him.
However, this insignificant change broke the subtle atmosphere between them.
With each breath, a faint fragrance entered his nose.
The amplitude of her chest rising and falling increased, barely touching the amazing elasticity of a millimeter.
Aemon's body stiffened, and he retreated silently.
"Where are you going?"
Laena was aggressive, pulling his hand back.
Instead of retreating, Aemon advanced and collided with her hard.
"It's just the two of us, no outsiders."
Laena's eyes burned as she launched a general attack.
Born into the adventurous Velaryon family, she had never lacked courage.
How could she let the man she liked go easily?
Now, he was ripe for the picking.
"Find a warm embrace."
At this point, Aemon had no way to retreat; his body pressed down from above.
Attack and defense became easy.
Laena's face flushed, and she secretly clutched the hem of her skirt.
"Why are you blushing?"
Aemon wrapped his arm around her slender waist and said in a teasing tone, "Why are you blushing?"
The soft, delicate body in his arms and the soft, elastic bosom pressed against his chest made him happy but not satisfied. He closed his arms and pressed tighter.
Laena felt her waist about to break and her whole body pressed against him. She had difficulty breathing and felt stuffy.
"Aemon—"
She supported his broad shoulders with both hands, raising her head to maintain her stubbornness.
With his right hand free, Aemon pressed it against her smooth back under her long skirt. His chin rested on her snow-white, smooth neck.
A tighter fit, a warmer hug.
Laena patted him and gave up when she realized it was useless.
Helplessly, she tilted her head and let him press against her body. Her arms gently hugged his broad shoulders.
It was logical; it flowed naturally.
Behind her, Aemon's eyes were bright as he felt a completely novel touch.
Honestly, Laena was a beautiful woman, full of exotic charm.
She was especially tall, no less than 175 cm.
Even in white flats, she towered over many men.
Beneath her silver-gold, wavy hair that fell to her waist, her full, round figure was unmatched by many women.
Although Rhaenyra was beautiful, she was ordinary.
Compared to Laena, she looked like a child.
"Is it soft?"
Laena suddenly asked.
"No, but I like it very much."
Aemon turned his head to face the white swan neck.
Laena frowned. "Whose is soft?"
Aemon was ashamed, thinking the woman was bold indeed.
Seeing that he didn't answer, Laena leaned close to his ear and said, "You don't have to say it. I know it's Rhaenyra."
As she spoke, her red lips exhaled like orchids, full of temptation.
Aemon's ears pricked up, and he replied bluntly, "That's right."
One dared to ask; the other dared to answer.
"Huh?"
Laena looked surprised and laughed. "Is Rhaenyra stupid? Did she not succeed?"
In today's relatively open era, love between men and women was commonplace.
Her brother Laenor's sexual orientation was different from that of ordinary people.
Rhaenyra had lived in Riverdale for three months, but she only worked and didn't socialize.
Aemon pushed her away and asked suspiciously, "How do you know everything?"
Her movements were quick and without attachment.
Laena adjusted the hem of her skirt and said mysteriously, "I just know."
Her body was flexible, and she couldn't tolerate a rough hug.
How could Rhaenyra bear it?
It was obvious that she had never been trained.
Aemon frowned and felt offended.
He hated this about Laena.
It was as if she could see through everything, as if he were standing naked in front of her.
"I apologize to you, Aemon."
Laena became serious and took his hands.
"I accept, but I don't forgive."
Aemon didn't know what she was talking about, standing on her moral high horse and pointing fingers.
He had hugged and bounced her.
The brave enjoy first—tonight was a wonderful night.
The scumbag nature, passed down from generation to generation, was fully revealed.
Laena hesitated for a moment, unable to keep up with Aemon's train of thought. She opened her mouth slightly.
"Talk less, do more."
Aemon lowered his head and went straight up.
"Woo woo~"
Laena's eyes widened, and the sound was blocked.
Soon, it was quiet.
Aemon clenched his hands behind her back, only caring about getting what he wanted.
Laena's eyes were moist; she couldn't hide her surprise and helplessness.
Gradually, she closed her eyes unconsciously, loosened her teeth, and gave up resistance.
She was getting used to this feeling.
Downstairs,
The blonde girl stayed in the bathroom, adjusting the water temperature in front of the bathtub.
When it was too hot, she added cold water.
When it was cold, she added hot water.
She watched the water overflow repeatedly.
A quarter of an hour later,
Aemon was lying on the bed in the bedroom with the back of his head resting on Laena's thighs, which were faintly visible under her skirt.
"Aemon, are you really not considering taking action against the pirates of the Three Women's Kingdom?"
Laena's eyes were gentle as she stroked his face.
For the first time in her life, she was this close to someone of the opposite sex. There was a sense of excitement in tasting forbidden fruit for the first time.
Although she had restrained herself at the critical moment, she now had a possessive desire.
She wanted to strengthen their bond by spending more time together.
Aemon decisively refused. "No. Your father and I don't get along."
"You have very few allies in the Vale."
Laena was clearheaded.
She was a smart woman who knew the importance of weighing pros and cons.
Aemon opened his eyes and saw a pair of large breasts hanging above his head. He closed his eyes again.
Laena was much worse than Rhaenyra.
Stick to the bottom line: show it, but don't give it.
"I think you can go back to sleep."
Aemon was angry and didn't want to chat.
Laena pursed her lips, rolled up the ends of her hair that fell on her chest, and whispered a few words in his ear.
Then, she slowly stretched out a small, white hand.
Rhaenyra was a fool, but she wasn't.
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