The night deepened.
Maiden Tower, Lord's bedroom.
Jeyne's face was cold as she leaned on the iron frame at the head of the bed. After a round of thought, she had figured out the reason for the quarrel.
Conclusion: The other party was deliberately looking for trouble!
"Are all Targaryen men so arrogant and rude?"
Jeyne gritted her teeth. But he had dragons and experience in leading troops in battle. And she was just a weak woman, like Rhaenyra, whose inheritance rights were questioned.
Creak!
The door opened, and Jansif came in with bread and snacks.
"Madam, fill your stomach before you go to sleep."
The tray was placed on the bedside table.
Jeyne stared at her and said suddenly: "Jansif, your father and brother have close contacts with Riverdale?"
"Yes, madam."
Jansif's eyes were clear, and she said frankly: "Lady Rhea is my adoptive mother, and I have been the steward in Runestone for nearly two years."
This was not a secret.
"But he won't marry you."
Jeyne tilted her head and patted her legs with her slender hands.
Jansif smiled helplessly and sat down next to her.
Lady Jeyne was always like this, liking to get closer to her female companions, as if their hearts could be closer.
"You haven't answered me yet."
Jeyne was very suspicious and couldn't wait to know.
Jansif lowered her head and didn't want to talk.
The Vale was different from the royal territory. Information was blocked and relatively closed. The trivial matters between the nobles could be talked about with relish. For a long time, she was regarded as the "quasi" princess of Riverdale.
But obviously, the strange tradition of the Targaryen family had digested His Royal Highness's internal affairs. Although there was no engagement, the relationship was basically confirmed.
It is conceivable how embarrassing her situation was.
Jeyne saw it and rubbed salt into the wound: "Princess and female companion, does this gap keep you awake all night?"
"No!"
Jansif shook her head immediately and said seriously: "His Royal Highness is a very good person. He never promised me anything. I also gained a sense of accomplishment when I gave."
Losing is losing, and it's not like she can't afford to lose. At least the tempering of Runestone City made her handle the affairs of Eagle's Nest with ease. There was no need to complain about the world.
Jeyne was touched by these words and stared at Jansif, who was full of vitality.
Setbacks had defeated her, but did not knock her down. At her age, she was still immersed in the swaying inheritance rights and the self-pity of being alone.
"I wish I had met you earlier."
Jeyne's eyes showed a touch of respect, and she held the other's hand. The daughter of the valley was not delicate. Jansif had just arrived and done the laundry and tidying up the room. Her palms were a little rough.
"Lady Rhea taught me a lot."
Jansif was grateful and took the mature woman who was calm as an example.
"That's because you are excellent."
Jeyne was stubborn and insisted on her own opinion.
Jansif smiled and said nothing, without refuting. According to Lady Rhea, Lady Jeyne's vision was too narrow, and she could only see things the size of a leaf. The beauty outside the leaf was blocked.
There was a silence for a while.
Jeyne's eyebrows twisted into a knot: "Did you arrange the room?"
"Yes, yes."
Jansif said timidly.
Jeyne's face darkened slightly, and for the first time she issued a warning: "You are my female companion; don't play tricks again."
The Eagle's Nest was small, and the rooms were cramped and compact. At that moment, next to the lord's bedroom, there was a clear creaking sound of the bed frame.
That was Laena's room.
"I didn't expect this."
Jansif's face flushed with embarrassment, almost buried in her chest.
Jeyne pricked up her ears, and a desire to explore flashed in her eyes.
It was midnight.
Jansif carried the tray and quietly walked out of the door.
That cautious look, as if she had done something wrong. It was all Lady Jeyne's fault. She had been holding her back and listening to him for a long time.
"It's so embarrassing."
The blush on Jansif's face had not yet faded.
Bang!
The door of the next room suddenly opened, and a figure was thrown out.
"Get out!"
Aemon stumbled, and just as he stood firm, his coat hit his head. "Your Highness?"
Jansif was stunned and brainstormed.
A woman of Velaryon was so powerful that she was thrown away by a man after using her?
She looked very satisfied just now, and she stopped breathing.
"Jansif, what a coincidence."
Aemon observed the male virtues and quickly put on his coat.
Jansif pointed, but felt it was impolite, and said in surprise: "You, she..."
"I'm helping her practice."
Aemon said righteously.
"Huh?"
Jansif frowned and pinched her nose.
Aemon ignored it. She wouldn't understand if he said too much.
Laena's bloodline of the ancient Valyrian dragon Lord fluctuated around 30%. If she wanted to deepen her bond with Vhagar, she had to face her heart.
To face one's inner self, one must first discard some of the red tape and rules.
For example, under the bed, it is the turn of His Royal Highness to sing.
Unfortunately, Laena has been polluted too much by the secular world and cannot open her heart perfectly.
Aemon sighed to the sky.
Jansif had a strange expression, and didn't believe a word of it.
"Go to bed early."
It was late at night, and Aemon was tired.
"Wait a minute."
Jansif stretched out her hand to stop him, wanting to help him straighten his collar. Aemon lowered his head, and realized that he just saw the other person's delicate collarbone.
There was a red rope tied around her neck, hidden under the light red curly hair.
A black keel whistle hung between the collarbone and the ravine.
It was his parting gift.
"Dear, Your Highness."
Jansif was shy and timid, and said with concern: "You have been..."
Halfway through the words, a big hand clasped her face.
Just as he walked in front of her, he pushed it back abruptly.
Aemon drooped his eyes, a little dead: "Go back to bed, or I won't take you outing."
Jansif was stunned.
"Huh."
Aemon didn't buy it, and turned around.
In the middle of the night, a man and a woman alone.
What a disgrace if this gets out!?
It's ridiculous to test him with this.
His Royal Highness is kindhearted by nature, how could he fail to withstand the test?
It is definitely not because of the Sage's Hour.
In the next few days, life returned to normal.
Jeyne did not show up, and Jansif was fully responsible for entertaining the nobles of the valley who came to attend the naming day.
Several dragon riders were active in the Arryn Valley. On the premise of being familiar with the environment, they searched for traces of wild dragons stealing sheep.
After all, it is a wild dragon and cannot be left alone.
The guest room of the Maiden Tower.
Aemon sat at the table, studying runes, bronze bells and broken horns.
Needless to say, runes are randomly placed on drawings and paper.
If you want to engrave runes, you must first have a sample. The solid runes come from the ancient bronze armor of the Royce family and can provide excellent defensive capabilities. The rune in his hand is missing a corner, and the sample is not sufficient.
Ring!
Pick up the bronze bell and carefully measure the missing part of the broken horn.
"Can it be repaired by fusing it together?"
Aemon pondered.
The dragon bone whistle was given to Jansif to fulfill her little wish. That thing was not very useful to him. The instructions conveyed by the whistle were not comprehensive after all.
A magic horn recast with a harpy horn and a bronze bell would probably be more useful.
"It's worth a try."
Aemon's eyes were serious.
Creak!
The door was pushed open from the outside, and Rhaenyra came in.
"You're going out to play?"
Aemon asked in surprise.
Rhaenyra was wearing a black off-shoulder long dress, dressed beautifully, with a cold and noble temperament. Especially the long silver-gold hair was naturally scattered, draped over the shoulders like two white fox furs.
But no matter how beautiful the appearance is, it can't hide the clear stupidity in the purple eyes.
"Aemon, I feel something is wrong."
Rhaenyra came over with great interest.
Aemon sniffed the light creamy fragrance and coaxed: "Oh, what's wrong?"
"Too quiet."
Rhaenyra worriedly said: "You bumped into Lady Jeyne so much, but she hid in her room and didn't come out. Who knows what bad things she might have planned."
Aemon nodded seriously, suppressed his laughter and asked: "Did I tell you anything when you were walking around the Vale of Arryn?"
Rhaenyra was stunned when she heard this, and thought: "You said let us be careful and not be impulsive when encountering things."
"Yes."
Aemon explained: "What I mean is that I'm not afraid of you causing trouble, but I'm afraid that trouble will cause you."
In Westeros, in addition to power and faith, there is a third thing that everyone obeys. That is "reputation."
Reputation represents too many things, such as justice, legal principles, character and other comprehensive factors. A person with a great reputation will be respected wherever he goes.
Aemon participated in the tournament just to become famous.
Reputation is a good thing, and there will be people who will take advantage of it. If someone slanders or throws dirty water, even a Targaryen prince will do his best to clear his name.
The famous Trial of the Seven in later generations was to clear his name.
Aemon and others are dragon riders, superior to others. But dragon riders have to live after getting off the dragon's back.
Daemon's reputation is too bad, and there is no place for him in the Seven Kingdoms.
"Will someone cause trouble for us?"
Rhaenyra was alert.
Aemon did not comment, and proudly patted his chest: "Half of the Vale doesn't like me, what do you think?"
Rhaenyra was speechless.
What are you proud of?
But Rhaenyra didn't want to miss this rare opportunity to be alone. She put her arms around Aemon's neck, slowly bent her tight waist, and gave him a head-pad wave.
"There are thirty days in a month, Laena takes twenty days, I should have ten days."
Rhaenyra complained in a low voice.
Time passed quickly, and it was the end of the month in a blink of an eye.
The naming day celebration was held as scheduled.
Most of the nobles in the Vale gathered together, divided into male and female guests and entered the halls of several towers.
The hall of the Maiden Tower.
The decoration was magnificent, the chandeliers were full of candles, and the dining table was full of dishes.
Aemon sat on a chair, surrounded by Gunthor, William, Sir Ryan and others. The former escort team is now only a name.
Lady Rhea was also there, drinking alone.
Their area is full of allies and vassals of River Valley Town—Turtle City, which is very eye-catching.
Fortunately, the other nobles are not much behind. They are all led by a noble lord, surrounded by property knights and hired knights.
"The atmosphere is not bad."
Aemon talked and laughed with Holden, Addison and others, observing the surroundings vaguely. He could feel that many of the nobles in the valley had a lot of opinions about him. There was a vague intention to exclude their area.
"You are all very tolerant."
Aemon was lightly disgusted. He wanted to find someone to find trouble so that he could make a fuss.
Tap, tap, tap...
Trouble didn't come, but Jeyne came first.
Accompanied by Jansif, Jeyne walked out from the back of the hall and sat on the main seat of the Lord of the Eagle Nest.
Rhaenyra and Laena were invited to sit on both sides of the banquet.
"Where is Laenor?"
Aemon looked around and asked William.
William was stunned and replied, "It seems that he went to the ladies' hall with Joffrey."
"Bring him back."
Aemon's face darkened and he quickly gave an order.
William received the order.
Everyone arrived and the banquet began.
First, each party presented gifts, and the representatives presented them one by one.
Jeyne kept a polite smile and gave gifts in return to everyone. Among them, the heaviest gift was given by Lord Orion Corbray of Heart's Home, which was a string of purple pearls purchased by Bravos.
Each pearl was full and round, and there was no flaw.
Jeyne frowned slightly, hesitated for a moment, and accepted the gift. It was too expensive and beyond the affordability of Heart's Home.
"May you be smooth and happy every day, ma'am."
Orion bowed, trying to create a gentlemanly demeanor. But everyone knows that he is just a rough man. Moreover, for an unmarried rough man to send such an expensive gift, the abacus beads are about to hit his face.
It was the turn of Riverdale and Runestone to send gifts, and William and Gerald came forward. Gunthor is the lord of Black Rose Hall, and Sir Ryan has the ancestral property Seagull Tower, and sent gifts separately.
"Black Rose Hall?"
Jeyne looked at Gunthor, who was known as the "Bronze Giant", and raised her eyebrows in an arc of displeasure.
Fortunately, today is not the time to make trouble.
Accepting the few books from the East Continent sent by Gunthor, she waved her hand to let him leave. The gifts from Riverdale and Runestone are not expensive, the prices are ordinary, but they are difficult to buy. They are all goods from the East Continent.
Someone saw it.
Especially Lord Orion, who sent a heavy gift, snorted with disdain.
Aemon glanced at him with contempt.
Just a dog.
His Royal Highness is so stingy... poor, the gift just meets the standard.
After the gifts were delivered, the musicians played cheerful tunes.
The men drank and talked happily, and the women sang and danced.
Many lords and young knights of the valley heard that Lady Jeyne was interested in choosing a son-in-law, and they spread their feathers like peacocks to show their personal charm.
"Haha."
Aemon felt funny and cracked pumpkin seeds. This scene seemed familiar.
At the top.
Rhaenyra looked helpless, as if she had lost all her means and strength. Fortunately, this time it was not directed at her.
Laena turned her head and chatted in a low voice: "Madam, do you have a favorite candidate?"
"No."
Jeyne had a blank expression and answered neatly.
Jansif coughed softly from the side, signaling her to be more careful.
Jeyne reacted and reorganized her words: "They are excellent, but not suitable for me."
Laena nodded gently: "It doesn't matter, good things are worth waiting for."
The other party was two years younger than her. She was at this age and won Aemon.
"My identity is special, and it is difficult for me to find a husband."
Jeyne clapped her hands together and rarely said a few more words.
Marrying too high is not good, and marrying too low is just a climber. If you are not careful, you will even be eaten up by your "husband".
Laena looked thoughtful and looked at Rhaenyra on the other side.
Rhaenyra shrugged and told the truth: "My father forced me to marry, but most of those suitors had bad intentions."
"That's right."
Jeyne felt the same way.
Besides, she didn't have the protection of her elders. At least Rhaenyra had a king father to suppress her, but she didn't even have a helper when something happened. She was locked in the attic and might even starve to death.
After chatting for a while, the topic went off track.
Jeyne came closer and whispered: "What is it like to sleep in the same bed with a man?"
Laena teased: "You'll know only if you try it yourself."
"You all like him?"
Jeyne frowned and looked at Aemon in the crowd.
Silver hair and black clothes, noble temperament.
He felt a little bit outstanding.
Jeyne looked carefully. In addition to his noble birth, outstanding appearance, and superb warrior, what else is good?
"I like him very much."
Laena smiled with narrowed eyes, and couldn't help doubting himself.
Aemon is handsome, tall, a young boy, and has special skills... Isn't it good?
Aemon was eating melon seeds when he shuddered involuntarily.
He felt like he was being watched.
Bang!
Suddenly, the door of the hall swung open and there was a commotion in the crowd.
"Ah!!"
The ladies screamed and retreated.
In the crowd, a dark-haired man was holding down a blond young man and punching him wildly in the face.
"Let him go!"
Laenor squeezed in the crowd and shouted anxiously.
The one being beaten was his lover, Joffrey Lonmouth.
At this time, Joffrey was drunk and his mouth was bleeding.
"Asshole, you dare to bully my sister."
Lord Orion rode on him, cursing and beating him like crazy.
A beautiful black-haired girl burst into tears on the spot and hid in the arms of a black-haired young man with a similar face.
"What happened?"
Aemon's face changed slightly, and he had a premonition that something was wrong.
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