Game of Thrones: The King of Bronze and Fire

News of Aemon Targaryen's arrival spread quickly through the small fishing village. The locals, filled with excitement, rushed out to greet their prince.

Everyone knew that the Prince of Runestone was a generous man.

Aemon chose to dine with a humble fisherman's family, sitting at their modest table without a trace of arrogance.

The fisherman's wife prepared a simple meal—vegetables, soup, and some precious smoked meat they had saved for special occasions.

For common folk, it was a feast.

Aemon thanked them politely, eating heartily while making conversation.

"I noticed the village has little farmland. Is fishing enough to sustain your families?"

He hadn't had much hands-on experience with local governance, and this was a chance to learn.

The fisherman, a weathered man with rough hands, answered cautiously:

"It's enough, my lord. Lady Rhea rarely collects taxes from us. But…"

His words trailed off as his wife nudged him sharply in the ribs.

Startled, the fisherman clammed up, casting nervous glances at his wife.

"What is it? There's no need to hold back."

Aemon's tone was calm and reassuring, encouraging the man to speak freely.

After a moment of hesitation, the fisherman sighed.

"There is… a problem, my lord."

His wife shot him a warning glare, but the man pressed on.

"It's… a dragon."

Aemon's brow lifted in surprise.

"A dragon?"

The fisherman nodded, his expression troubled.

"Yes. A few years ago, a dragon appeared along the eastern coast. It keeps stealing our catches, leaving us empty-handed."

"Can't you scare it off?"

Gonsor Royce, standing nearby, frowned. His deep voice rumbled like distant thunder.

"We've tried, my lord. The dragon is skittish and flees when it sees people. But it always sneaks back when we're not looking."

The fisherman sighed deeply.

"We've even chased it off a few times, but it keeps coming back."

Hearing this, Aemon pinched the bridge of his nose, a wry smile playing on his lips.

He knew exactly which dragon it was.

"Let me guess," he said slowly. "It's a small dragon, with pale gray-white scales?"

The fisherman's eyes widened in astonishment.

"Yes! You've seen it before?"

Aemon resisted the urge to laugh bitterly.

Not only had he seen it—he'd been its victim.

"That little thief stole fish from me too," he muttered under his breath.

Turning back to the fisherman, he offered a reassuring nod.

"Don't worry. I'll handle it."

That night, Aemon lay alone in a simple straw hut. The moonlight streamed through the cracked wooden shutters, and the sound of waves crashing on the shore echoed in the distance.

"Chirp, chirp."

His gold-nosed mouse scurried onto his chest, its tiny paws nudging him playfully.

Aemon chuckled, gently picking up the little creature and setting it aside.

"Time to check my progress," he murmured, opening his magical interface.

Status: Aemon Targaryen

Talent: Dreamer (Gold)

Bloodline: Valyrian Dragonlord (34%)

Skills:

Binding Spell: "Incomplete" (Mastered) Archery: Perfect Aim Sleight of Hand: Proficient

Magic Cards:

Mighty Strength (Blue) Rock Solid (Intermediate) (Purple) Royal Presence (Purple)

Equipment:

Valyrian Steel Daggers (Two) Sapphire Amulet (Two Pieces Remaining)

Companions:

Gold-Nosed Mouse (Blue) White Stag (Mystical Beast)

Aemon reviewed the familiar details of his profile.

The most significant updates were to his Binding Spell and the Mighty Strength card, along with a slight increase in his Valyrian bloodline purity.

His Binding Spell, though incomplete, was based on the ancient Valyrian methods of dragon taming.

Unlike modern dragonriders who relied on basic commands and bonds of trust, the Valyrian Dragonlords used powerful spells to control their dragons.

However, Aemon's version was a simplified, diluted form—what he referred to as the "teenage edition" of the true Binding Spell.

Aemon frowned as he analyzed his bloodline.

"My Valyrian blood is pure, but it's growing too slowly."

After years of study, he understood that his bloodline had reached a threshold. Further enhancement would be difficult without outside intervention.

"I need to touch more dragons," he thought with a wry smile.

One particular dragon came to mind—the very one he had promised to capture for the fisherman.

Flipping through his interface, Aemon checked his most valuable resource:

Magical Essence: 2,280 Points

Seeing the four-digit figure made him grin.

"Ah, yes. It feels good to have money."

Over the past four years, he had amassed a small fortune in magical essence.

The biggest contributor had been the four dragon eggs he had obtained, which provided a steady stream of essence—over 5,000 points in total.

Other items, like the White Stag, Dragonbone Bow, and Bronze Armor, added several thousand more.

In total, he had accumulated over 13,000 points of essence.

Though he had spent much of it on magical cards, he still had plenty left to spend.

Eager to see what was available, Aemon refreshed his daily magic cards.

With a flick of his hand, three cards appeared before him in a shimmer of light:

Gray Card

Green Card

Blue Card

Ignoring the first two, Aemon focused on the Blue Card.

[Bloodfruit]

Effect: Consuming this fruit accelerates physical growth and development. Cost: 500 Essence

Aemon's eyes lit up.

"A growth enhancer?"

He considered the card carefully.

It was expensive, but well worth it.

"Perfect timing," he muttered.

If he was going to establish his own lands and leave his mark on the world, he needed to grow stronger—both physically and politically.

This Bloodfruit would speed up his journey toward adulthood and give him the edge he needed.

Satisfied with his progress, Aemon leaned back and grinned.

"Soon, the Vale will know the true power of House Targaryen."

His ambitions were clear.

It was time to build his legacy.

One dragon at a time.