Judging from the situation, she wants to propose marriage to him.
Old Lord Waynwood narrowed his eyes and said exaggeratedly, "Prince Aemon, who conquered the mountain clans, is well-known among the people of the Vale. Even an old man like me has heard of your name for a long time."
As he spoke, he put his big hand under the table and pinched the young girl hard.
The young girl screamed and covered her butt with her face full of shame and anger.
"Hahaha~"
Lord Waynwood laughed and pointed at her, introducing her: "This is my seventeenth wife, an ignorant country girl."
"Lady."
Aemon gave him a strange look and greeted him politely.
What a rare way of showing one's power.
"Your Highness."
The young lady spoke in a voice as soft as a mosquito and stole a glance at the young and strong prince.
"Get out of here, you horny bitch."
Lord Waynwood's face darkened and he slapped the same part with his hand.
The young lady trembled and walked out of the hall dejectedly.
Aemon's expression remained unchanged, but he couldn't help complaining in his heart.
He married seventeen wives in a row. No wonder the women around him find it difficult to talk about the old man.
"My wife needs to be disciplined. You are the noble Dragon Prince. Don't bother with her." (Adjusted "Dragon King" for slightly more common phrasing, though "Dragon King" can be a specific affectation in your story if intended)
Lord Waynwood's expression changed faster than turning the pages of a book. He turned around and smiled: "I just got married. The young girl is very tender."
Just thinking about that feeling makes me feel twenty years younger.
"Lord Waynwood, I am not interested in your bed affairs."
Aemon said indifferently.
Comparing him to a country girl is a naked disdain.
If it weren't for guest etiquette, the slap would have been given to that old man in the face.
"Oh, sorry."
Lord Waynwood slapped his forehead and said in annoyance, "I'm old now, and I can't control my words anymore."
It shows the man's ability to take advantage of his seniority to the fullest.
"My lord, the prince has come for business."
The old butler couldn't bear to watch it anymore and leaned over to remind him.
Lord Waynwood showed such an expression and nodded his chin: "Your Excellency, why do you bother to visit me?"
"I need a boat and a dock."
Aemon didn't hold out much hope and told him what he needed.
Borrowing the ships of the Waynwood family, they shipped construction materials from the Narrow Sea trade routes into the Long Lake.
A dock was built on Long Lake, also using workers from House Waynwood.
After the task is completed, a large sum of money will be paid.
Lord Waynwood pretended to be thinking deeply, and it really seemed like it.
Wait until the conditions are completed.
The old man smiled and pointed to the row of girls below him, saying, "I forgot to introduce them. These are my daughters."
After a pause, they nodded one by one: "Martha, Ellie, Bena... Magna."
There are four daughters in total. I paused for a while before I remembered the name of the last one.
"Ladies."
Aemon nodded.
Lord Waynwood frowned and roared, "You are deaf, introduce yourself to the prince."
Several girls lowered their heads and spoke one after another: "My name is Martha, Ellie, Bena..."
It was the turn of the girl in the gray skirt. She said loudly, "My name is Serena."
"Did I call the wrong name?"
Lord Waynwood was stunned for a moment, then picked up the wine glass and took a sip.
But that doesn't matter.
Lord Waynwood's eyes sparkled, and he said, "Your Highness, I will lend you my boat to help build a dock on Long Lake. What can you give me in return?"
Aemon glanced up and said calmly, "That money."
"Haha, that's not enough."
Lord Waynwood shook his head and laughed, saying, "Money is another matter. I helped you out of friendship, so you should return the friendship."
"How do you want to stay?"
Aemon glanced at the girls who were looking down and keeping silent.
"Marry one of them, or take them all away, as long as you are willing to form a marriage alliance."
Lord Waynwood said this quite shamelessly.
Aemon refused directly: "I have a lover."
The old man is really greedy.
Giving a sum of money is not enough, and he wants to take food and money as well.
Don't even look at your own status and position.
"Yes, Your Highness, the noble prince naturally looks down upon the daughter of the Waynwood family."
Lord Waynwood seemed to have expected this and immediately changed his attitude: "Then I'm sorry that I can't comply with your request."
Seeing this, Aemon couldn't help but laugh.
He didn't move to leave, nor did he intend to violate guest etiquette.
He looked up and stared into the old man's eyes, and asked curiously, "I have offended you before, and you didn't even offer me a chair after I walked in the door?"
Forget about the Grafton family of Gulltown.
They closed the port and shut down their businesses, which can be considered as having their own reasons.
What is the basis for the Waynwood family of Ironoaks?
Lord Waynwood was a wise old man, so he avoided the question and said, "Chair! Our 'Dragon Slayer' Prince Aemon wants a chair, you idiots."
After shouting and cursing, he said to himself: "'Dragon Slayer' Aemon, the Targaryen people use this title, just like someone claiming that the sheep in the valley are better than the women in the valley. It's as stupid."
As soon as these words were spoken, the entire hall was suddenly filled with a low pressure.
The daughters of the Waynwood family were so frightened that they dared not even breathe.
Aemon chewed it carefully and understood.
The enemy made by my father Daemon.
It's not easy for him to be hated in such a closed and conservative valley.
Seeing that he didn't get angry at first.
Lord Waynwood raised his eyebrows and said indignantly: "Look at my young and beautiful daughters. They should have married into the great noble families in the Riverlands or the Reach."
"But what about now?"
"None of them got married because of this stupid rumor."
Thinking that what he said was reasonable, Lord Waynwood slammed the table angrily, almost spilling the wine glass.
"Puff!"
Aemon couldn't help but laugh out loud.
She also married into a great noble family in the Riverlands and the Reach. This was not pure blackmail.
"Do you think I'm funny, or do you think the Waynwood family is funny?"
The laughter stung Lord Waynwood, and he told the truth: "Your father disrespected the wife of a Vale lord and spoke ill of that woman. The whole Vale will never forgive him."
"I don't believe it."
Aemon shook his head.
If there are people who are hostile to Daemon, they are as numerous as the stars in the sky.
But with just a few words, he drew the hatred of the entire Vale.
This is simply alarmist.
Lord Waynwood's face was gloomy, with a gleam of suspicion in his eyes.
"As soon as I arrived at Ironoaks, I guessed the answer."
Aemon kept smiling and walked forward slowly. "The Waynwood family was once one of the few seafaring families in the Vale. They rose in foreign ports such as Driftmark and Crab Isle and occupied the trade market in the Stepstones."
In terms of geographical location, Ironoaks is too remote.
Driftmark guards the Gullet, and Crab Isle faces the Narrow Sea, making them prosperous ports, once comparable to Gulltown.
As one side gains, the other loses, and Ironoaks has long lost its competitiveness.
The Triarchy (Three Daughters/Three Women's Kingdom) plundered the Stepstones and affected the trade of these ports.
Even if Ironoaks cannot get any bargains, it is still willing to see its competitors fail to make money.
But for a selfish person, having a new neighbor next door is as painful as losing his own land.
It would be considered honest if they didn't interfere with the development of Riverdale Town, so why would they help him?
"Am I right, Lord Waynwood?"
Aemon walked leisurely, and his figure gradually came in front of the other person.
An old guy with gray hair and a young and strong boy.
The two sides were separated by a table, one taller than the other, and staring at each other.
Lord Waynwood's face changed drastically, and his eyes showed shock of being seen through.
Looking up at the other person's tall figure, he leaned back in his chair out of shame.
"Here comes the chair."
Just then, the servant brought a chair.
"No."
Aemon stared at the frightened old man and said kindly, "Lord Waynwood, I will visit you again next time."
After saying that, he stepped back down the stairs.
He had no intention of taking any action and seemed not to be really angry.
It seems so.
Lord Waynwood's eyes flickered and he felt uneasy.
House Waynwood is one of the oldest families in the Vale.
But by the time it came to his generation, the family was almost in decline.
One look at the old castle shows that the Waynwood family is not wealthy.
But he was cynical and afraid of the Targaryen dragons.
However, he overthought.
With a smile on his face, Aemon rode away on his horse, Vermithor.
Just the smile on the corner of his mouth makes people feel uneasy.
It was as if being stared at by a dragon.
"Hiss—"
Vermithor circled Ironoaks and flew with his partner to the end of the huge freshwater lake.
That is the source of the water from the gorge to the inland.
Aemon looked down and saw the concave sandy beaches on both sides of the estuary, with piers flying the flag of the Waynwood family.
The water flow at the estuary is turbulent and there are basically no conditions for building a dock.
The Waynwood family has been operating this enclave for generations, firmly occupying it with the dock on the enclave.
"Sure enough, he has the capital to be arrogant."
Aemon nodded secretly and rode Vermithor back to Riverdale.
He was not as angry as he had imagined he would be at Lord Waynwood's offense.
Not even a ripple.
When the other party spoke without thinking, two thoughts came to his mind.
One of them was more radical. He killed the old man with one sword and rode a dragon to burn down Ironoaks.
The other one was more conservative. He went back and arranged for some people to poison and send all the Waynwood family to see the Stranger.
All good, it will be fun.
However, the moment he stepped out of the gate of Ironoaks, both thoughts were extinguished.
His target was not just the Waynwood family of Ironoaks.
No matter which method of revenge you take, the consequences will be the same in the end.
The nobles of the Vale, led by Jeyne Arryn, hated him, Uncle Viserys rebuked him, and Gulltown shut him out.
In the end, he will end up like his father Daemon.
Being excluded from the table of power.
His calm mind gave him a new idea.
Since it is impossible to make steady progress, I will rely on the sword in my hand and the dragon under my crotch to fight a battle that will be famous among the Seven Kingdoms.
Some clowns will eventually suffer the consequences.
It's always faster to go back than to go.
Vermithor returned to Riverdale Town and slowly landed at the foot of Lonely Mountain.
Aemon had a clear goal and went straight to the Hall of Plenty to find Johanna who was working in the office.
"Prince, you are back so soon?"
Johanna stood up in surprise.
"I want to go back to Runestone. Send someone to notify Gunthor to lead his troops there."
Aemon said straight to the point.
Johanna's expression changed. "Did Lord Waynwood offend you?"
Apparently, she had also heard of this man's reputation.
"How could a real dragon get angry with a mountain sparrow?"
Facing his housekeeper, Aemon looked calm and said decisively, "I will gather my vassals and station them in Gulltown to fight against the pirates of the Triarchy."
All the troubles come from the rebellion of the Triarchy, so let's start from the root.
A war of blood and fire established the great reputation of "Dragon Slayer" Aemon.
Johanna's eyes widened slightly when she heard this.
"Has the order for the construction of the dock at Long Lake been issued?"
Aemon is at peace.
"Down."
Johanna whispered: "But in Ironoaks..."
The Waynwood family's dock was not open to traffic, and the boats at the Long Lake dock were confined to the river valley.
"Don't worry, just build it."
Aemon looked relaxed and took off the sword from his waist:
"Let Gunthor lead 800 longbowmen, and the remaining 150 valley knights and the newly recruited 500 longbowmen will be stationed in the Valley City and the blacksmiths' guild respectively to prevent the mountain clans from taking advantage of the chaos to rebel."
"Yes, Prince."
Johanna held the bronze sword in her arms, knowing that it was a token for mobilizing troops.
The Minister of Internal Affairs is in charge of all government affairs, but he has no military power.
"Proceed with caution."
With a final word of advice, Aemon turned and left the Hall of Plenty.
"Hiss—"
Before the sun set, Vermithor set off again.
I hope these revisions help your story flow better and align more closely with the established lore where intended!