Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord

Rhaenyra rode swiftly, crossed the stream, and headed straight for the mountains.

At the edge of a cliff, she pulled the reins.

"Come down and take a look at the scenery below."

Rhaenyra smiled softly and stroked the head in her arms.

Aemon was curled up against her, his silver-gold, shoulder-length hair blown into disarray by the wind.

It was March, and people were going mad.

After a while, she gritted her teeth and said, "If I catch a cold, you'll have to take care of me."

"Whatever happens," Aemon murmured.

Rhaenyra, in high spirits, gazed down at the dense forest beneath the cliff.

It had been a long time since she'd felt this happy.

Even flying Syrax over Blackwater Bay wasn't as thrilling as riding a horse today.

She was no longer confused.

She had found her path—and stilled the rebellious turmoil of acknowledging her duty.

"Go! Hurry!"

Cole looked anxious as he caught up.

Aemon glanced over; the escort and livestock followed behind.

"Princess, you're as fast on a horse as on a dragon," Lord Jason gasped, panting and drenched in sweat.

For a man trying to court her, this journey was proving both exhausting and treacherous.

"Thank you for your efforts, my lords."

Rhaenyra gave a brief nod, and after a moment of silence, tried to get used to giving orders: "The view here is pleasant. Let's make camp."

"No problem, leave it to me!"

Lord Jason slapped his chest proudly—and almost keeled over.

Aemon couldn't bear to watch. He slid down from the horse and wandered a little.

The more he looked around, the more his expression shifted.

He stepped up to a tall tree and touched its rough bark.

"It looks like the tree in my dream."

Aemon scanned the surroundings—it resembled the place where he'd dug up gold in a dream.

"Squeak!"

Suddenly, a golden-nosed rat scurried out, jumped at his feet, and tugged on his trouser leg.

Rustling…

From the depths of the forest, a snow-white deer stepped into view.

Aemon's eyes widened, his gaze lifting upward.

The white deer had bright, intelligent eyes, a massive pair of broad, flat antlers, and a noble, imposing stance.

At a glance, it stood over two meters at the shoulder and stretched nearly five meters long.

Counting the towering antlers, it was taller than a small cottage.

"An albino giant-horned deer?"

Aemon's breath caught. It was the first time he had seen a creature that could rival a dragon.

At least a young one.

The appearance of the white deer caused a stir.

The guards drew their swords and stood on alert.

"Princess, get behind me!" Cole stepped forward, alarmed, fulfilling his duty with resolve.

"Wait."

Rhaenyra was startled but quickly tried to stop them.

Aemon opened his mouth to say the same, but hesitated and kept quiet.

The white deer was far larger than expected, and the guards couldn't possibly take it down alone.

They'd need help from the animals.

"It's a white deer—gifted by the gods!"

Lord Jason's eyes lit up, and he quickly organized men to surround it.

Before the dragons came to Westeros, the white deer had been the symbol of royal power.

To see one now—surely, it was fate.

Surely, it meant he was destined to marry the princess.

As the highest-ranking noble present, he was quickly joined by over a dozen eager young lords vying to impress.

"Yo yo~~"

The white deer raised its proud neck and stepped gracefully forward on its four hooves.

In front of it stood two figures, shielded by the white knight.

Aemon frowned and whispered, "Is it coming for you?"

Rhaenyra stood frozen, uncertain.

"It's coming for me."

Aemon's tone turned serious.

He had seen the crown in his dream.

If Rhaenyra couldn't claim it, then it was his.

"Surround it!"

Lord Jason gave the command and several ropes flew through the air.

The white deer flinched, startled, and looked away—but its antlers were already tangled in ropes.

"It's not going to be that easy," Aemon thought.

And indeed—

"Yo yo!"

The white deer roared in anger, shaking its head violently. Five or six noble youths were thrown to the ground in an instant.

Then the deer leapt—seven or eight meters in a single bound—and charged straight at the terrified Lord Jason.

Bang!

Jason landed hard, right in front of Cole.

Cole shouted in shock: "Protect the princess!"

Sir Steve's expression changed, sword raised toward the charging beast.

"Don't move! Don't attack it!"

Aemon called out quickly.

The white deer wouldn't appear for no reason—there had to be a cause.

"Squeak."

The golden-nosed rat climbed onto the backpack and covered its mouth with its tiny paws.

Aemon narrowed his eyes. "What did you steal from it? Hand it over. Now."

"Squeak."

The rat looked pitiful, hoping to wriggle free with sympathy.

But Aemon wasn't having it. He pinched the fat little body, nearly squishing it flat.

"Squeak!"

The golden-nosed rat finally submitted.

With its front paws, it reached into its mouth and poked out a small, wilted flower.

The white deer stared intently, stepping over the unconscious Jason and moving closer.

"Prince…"

Cole's eyes widened, sweat beading in his clenched fists.

"Don't panic—give it to him."

Aemon took the flower and tossed it in front of the white deer.

The creature, seemingly unbothered, lowered its head, sniffed, and ate it like an ox munching a peony.

The onlookers burst into confusion.

Jason groaned, regained consciousness, and shouted, "Catch it! Don't let it escape!"

Bang!

The white deer kicked him two meters away with its powerful hind legs.

The ropes around its antlers were yanked taut.

Gunthor's face darkened. He wrapped a rope around his arm and held on.

"Help me, sir!"

Aemon shouted.

Sir Steve looked confused but, seeing the prince with outstretched arms, quickly lifted him up.

Before the deer could react, the small figure landed squarely on its back.

Aemon moved with bold precision. From his backpack, he drew a handful of Ula grass.

The deer took one look and was instantly captivated.

Such a fragrant herb.

It chewed contentedly, losing all interest in kicking him off.

But—

"Yo yo!"

The deer suddenly shook its head, broke free of the rope, and bounded several meters away.

"Aemon!"

"Prince!"

Rhaenyra and the guards cried out, but it was too late.

A young noble standing at the forest's edge tried to block it, but was thrown aside by the wind kicked up from the deer's charge.

Rhaenyra stood frozen, her hands and feet cold.

Then Aemon's voice called out from the woods: "Take good care of Lord Jason—tell him I saved his life!"

Even while being carried off, he made sure to claim the credit.

"After him!"

Gunthor shouted, leaping onto his horse and giving chase.

The prince said to catch the deer—not to ride it.

By now, the white deer had vanished into the distance.

…

At the edge of the royal camp—

Viserys trudged in, looking exhausted.

Behind him, a cart dragged the carcass of a dead, brown-haired deer.

"Your Grace, this wild deer is quite fine—perhaps the best catch of the hunt," said Tyran, walking beside him, trying to keep his spirits up.

Viserys waved a hand, uninterested.

If the white deer wasn't captured, they would use this wild one as a substitute.

His feelings were mixed—he didn't know whether to be relieved or disappointed.

If the white deer appeared, Otto would surely make a spectacle of it.

But without it, it didn't match the image of a king.

Suddenly, a commotion broke out behind them.

"Protect His Majesty!"

The guards quickly drew their swords and formed a perimeter.

"What's happening?" Viserys asked, startled.

From the forest came a sound, and then—

Bang!

A majestic white deer leapt into view, sunlight glinting off its silken coat as it landed lightly on the grass.

"Slow down! Slow down!"

Viserys squinted in the bright light—and saw the small figure astride its back.

"It's the prince!!"

Ser Harrold was stunned and quickly called for calm.

The white deer lowered its head, chewing on a fragrant pill.

Aemon, soaked in sweat, wiped his forehead. "Finally stopped."

And at that moment, a dazzling system panel appeared.

"You have discovered a magical creature and received a large amount of magical essence."

Next to the golden hourglass:

[Essence Amount: 57]

On the card panel, the [Feeding Pills] worth 60 essence were gone, and the essence gained was only in single digits.

Aemon exhaled—and a purple card appeared in his hand.

[King's Temperament]:

"By earning the white deer's recognition, you gain a more commanding, respectable, and revered royal presence."

The card gleamed violet—born from exceptional luck.

Pop—

The purple card shattered, turning into a milky white halo that sank into his chest.

Aemon felt nothing—until he looked toward the entrance of the camp.

With just that one glance—he looked regal.

Viserys froze, stunned by the sight of his young nephew bathed in sunlight atop a white deer.

The sun, the beast, the boy—it was a picture of legend.

Boom!

Just then, Gunthor led a team of knights from the valley into the camp.

Their armor gleamed coldly in the light, forming a protective ring around the silver-haired boy riding the white deer.

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