The wind picked up in King's Landing, and the fire blazed.
A fire like that could burn away all the gossip.
"Aemon!"
Rhaenyra hurried to chase the figure in front of her.
For some reason, she was very scared.
If she didn't run faster, she would never catch up.
The fire shot straight into the sky amid shrill screams.
The group entered a dark alley and disappeared into the crowd of screams.
Groups of people in golden robes arrived and quickly evacuated the crowd.
Water trucks arrived to rescue nearby buildings.
An orphan drove a carriage carrying buckets of water.
As he hastily turned around, he caught a glimpse of a figure in the crowd.
The figure wore patched clothes and an ordinary hat.
No matter how she covered up, though, the curves of a woman and the silver hair around her neck could not be hidden.
The orphan's eyes widened as he recognized the man.
It was the person who arranged street cleaning work and allocated fields to orphans so they could be self-sufficient. There's a common name for people like him:
New Field Orphan.
The orphan thought about it, put down the bucket, and snuck away.
...
Red Keep.
Princess's bedroom.
Aemon pushed the door open in silence.
Rhaenyra followed closely behind him, head down.
Bang!
The door closed, blocking the others out.
"Princess..."
Cole was confused and had no idea what to do.
Too much had happened tonight.
Many people died, which had a great impact.
On the way back, he vaguely saw his deceased great-grandmother waving at him.
No one paid attention to him.
In the bedroom,
Aemon threw down the bloodstained "Light of the Kingdom" and closed the entrance to the secret passageway.
After doing so, he turned around and started to leave. The main character came and went in a hurry.
"Wait."
Rhaenyra stopped him.
Aemon ignored her and kept walking.
"Where are you going?"
Rhaenyra was quick-witted and blocked the door.
Aemon said lightly, "Get out of the way."
"No!"
Rhaenyra opened her arms and said nervously, "You must be in trouble."
She had a premonition.
If they let him out of this door, they would regret it for the rest of their lives.
Seeing this, Aemon sighed and said, "I'm sleepy and need to go back to rest.
"Finish your words. You can sleep as long as you want."
Rhaenyra shook her head, refusing to let him go.
Aemon glanced at her without any expectation.
He just wanted to leave the room.
Maybe he would go to Laena's room and lie in her arms for a while.
She was very gentle and would hum a song to coax him to sleep.
The next day, they could ride the two largest dragons back to the valley or Driftmark Island.
There was nothing to worry about; they could do whatever they wanted.
Rhaenyra realized she was about to be caught and hurriedly explained, "I swear Daemon didn't touch me."
"I know,"
Aemon replied.
Rhaenyra was a bit absentminded and pleaded, "Aemon, everyone makes mistakes sometimes."
"If it refers to you, then I do believe it."
Aemon affirmed.
Rhaenyra could tell he was disappointed with her and said sternly, "If you want to blame me for my mistakes, just say it. It's better to say it out loud than to keep it to yourself."
Hearing this, Aemon laughed angrily, "You don't need to bear any blame. You're just stupid as hell."
She was so stupid that he doubted himself.
"You can't leave this room without explaining yourself."
Rhaenyra stiffened her neck.
Aemon was helpless. "Please be kind and give me a way out."
He had already realized his mistakes.
The "Blood Dragon Dance" had many capable people assisting, yet the Black Party still lost everything.
It was just like Rhaenyra's title, "Light of the Country."
He is not Jack and cannot bear this pressure.
"Do you want to abandon me?"
Rhaenyra was at a loss.
Aemon emphasized, "Let you go."
"I don't agree."
Emotional, Rhaenyra resisted, "You said you would help me. Think about what my life would be like without you."
Aemon was speechless.
Rhaenyra's eyes were red as she responded: "What a ridiculous tragedy!"
She had spent the first half of her life surrounded by accidents and betrayals.
Aemon was the only person who had truly helped her, providing her with spiritual sustenance. She wanted to leave, but I would never allow it.
Aemon had a splitting headache and said dejectedly, "On the other hand, what do I mean to you?"
He repeatedly told her to stay away from Daemon.
What was the result?
Rhaenyra was stunned by the question and stammered, "I'm used to having you and never thought about these things."
Aemon knew it.
Open-hearted conversations often hit home.
After a brief silence,
Rhaenyra stared at him and asked, "Do you care about Laena?"
"Of course."
Aemon met her gaze and generously admitted, "I feel warm when I'm with her."
Rhaenyra lowered her head. "I'm sorry."
She understood.
She had never considered things from Aemon's perspective and had always pursued what she wanted.
Little did she know, she didn't understand anything.
At this point, Aemon felt much better, and he said, "No need."
He reached out and held her arm, trying to find a way out.
Snap!
Rhaenyra grabbed his big hand, her voice hard. "I can try to accept Laenor," she said.
She didn't look up, and her shoulders trembled slightly.
It was clear that she had made a great effort to say this.
Aemon looked at her in surprise and asked suspiciously, "Are you crazy?"
"Worse, I have a brain."
Her fingertips were white, and she gritted her teeth. "I want you!"
Aemon didn't expect it at all.
"I need you, Aemon."
Her eyes were firm, and her hands hooked around his neck. "You and I are made of fire, and I can give you warmth, too."
Her lotus arm gently yet forcefully pressed down, bringing him closer.
Aemon looked at her.
Rhaenyra pursed her lips and said hopefully, "Let's combine our blood.
"I prefer to believe that you're crazy."
Aemon replied dumbly.
"Never!"
Rhaenyra was used to being domineering. She bit him with her slightly parted red lips.
Aemon stroked her slender waist and responded absently.
He was still a little dazed.
His patched clothes fell to the ground, covering the black robe.
Her silver-gold, long, curly hair was scattered, covering her slightly undulating curves.
"You can be a little rude."
Rhaenyra's beautiful eyes were filled with tears, and her voice was soft.
She wanted to be forgiven.
"You really have a brain."
Aemon had mixed feelings.
Even the stupidest woman has learned bad things.
Eager to be forgiven, Rhaenyra put her arms around Aemon's neck and hung on to him.
Aemon lifted her up, her long legs wrapping around his waist.
"..."
Outside the bedroom door,
Cole, who was guarding the door, suddenly heard a bang.
It seemed that something had hit the table, knocking over the wine jug and cups.
Cole frowned.
The sound just now seemed mixed with the princess's groan of pain.
"Will he fight?"
Cole imagined a lot.
Bang!
Another muffled sound followed, as if a heavy object had hit the bed.
Refreshed, Cole put his hand on the door. "Princess, are you okay?"
"I, I'm fine..."
A weak, whimpering response came from the room. The voice was as weak as a kitten's breath.
Cole was stunned.
He was no fool. He had heard similar sounds at the brothel plenty of times.
Soon, panting from inside could be heard.
"No!"
Cole was shocked and felt as if the sky had fallen.
He would definitely be executed by the king.
...
Midnight.
Red Keep, vestibule.
A corner door opened, and Grand Maester Meros walked out.
He sullenly strode toward the gate.
"I'm sorry to disturb you in the middle of the night, my lord."
A soldier approached with a burning tower emblem on his chest.
Meros asked, "What happened?"
"There was a fire on Silk Street. It is said that it was caused by a dragon."
The soldier continued, "The White Maggots brought you the news."
Creak!
A small door under the gate opened, and an orphan walked in.
Meros stopped.
After a while, the orphan received the reward and left.
"Seven Gods!"
Meros closed his eyes and prayed silently for a moment.
"My lord?"
A soldier approached from a distance.
Meros shook his head, not wanting more people to know.
He turned around and walked back to the corner door.
Everything seemed quiet again.
No one noticed the thin figure sitting in the open-air corridor upstairs.
"It seems there is a new discovery."
Larys looked at the fire on Silk Street with deep eyes.
People with defects often have a stronger sixth sense.
I couldn't sleep, so I got up and walked around and received an unexpected reward.
"It's time to trim it well."
Larys smiled, holding a pair of scissors to trim the flowers and plants in the hallway.
He was as inconspicuous as the roadside flowers and plants.
Proper pruning attracts a little attention.
...
The Queen's bedroom.
Alicent lay on the bed, hugging her daughter, Helaena, to sleep.
Dongdong!
A knock on the door woke her up.
"Who is it?"
Alicent opened her eyes, confused, and put on a waistcoat to cover herself.
The door opened, and Meros walked in quietly.
"Grand Maester, what do you want?"
Alicent covered her forehead, feeling a bit confused.
"It's not good news."
Meros was silent for a moment, then explained everything in detail.
For a while.
Alicent gradually came to her senses and was stunned. "You mean Daemon and Rhaenyra showed up at the brothel at the same time, Aemon got angry, and he set it on fire?"
"Father and son killed each other. That's about it."
Meros told the truth.
There was no need to exaggerate this matter; it was exciting enough as it was.
"I know."
Alicent's expression was dazed.
"You rest."
Meros left silently.
"Aemon—"
Alicent murmured.
Her mind was confused, but she knew the other party had caused a huge disaster.
"Daemon and Rhaenyra?"
Alicent slowly sorted it out and gradually grasped the key points.
Why was Rhaenyra at the brothel with Daemon?
Is she stupid?
Alicent's eyes sparkled, and she was excited. "Rhaenyra, you actually risked your reputation."
Just when she was worried that she had no leverage against her, Rhaenyra came to the door herself.
When Alicent thought of this, she couldn't wait to get out of bed.
"No, not yet."
Alicent touched the ground with her smooth toes and hesitated. "Viserys would be furious if he knew."
She couldn't go and tell him in person.
She wanted to find someone to speak for her and blame Rhaenyra.
That's right, that's it!
"Don't blame me, Rhaenyra. It's your own fault."
Eager to try, Alicent couldn't suppress the corners of her mouth.
...
The next day:
Early in the morning, the king's bedroom was broken into.
"Get out!"
A roar came from inside, accompanied by angry smashing.
Meros covered his forehead and retreated from the room.
The king was out of control.
"Damn Daemon! He's a jackal!"
Viserys's eyes were red, and he knocked over his beloved stone sculpture.
He was still in his pajamas and clearly had just woken up.
"Your Majesty, now is the time to solve the problem."
Lyonel said, looking serious.
His eldest son, Harwin, is the commander of the capital garrison. He had come with news of the fire on Silk Street that morning.
He and Meros arrived to see the king at almost the same time.
"That's a lie! You've been deceived!"
Viserys panted, refusing to believe the scandal he had heard.
Lyonel said helplessly, "The news hasn't leaked yet. The people are just spreading rumors about the cause of the fire."
His account of the events differed slightly from Meros'.
One reported the fire in the brothel; the other pointed out details about the brothel.
This was also the reason why Meros was driven out.
Viserys's face turned ugly.
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