"Having a family together is difficult, but when you have one, you finally realize how lucky you are." Aenar thought as he looked at the three women in front of him.
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Clang!!! Clang!!! Clang!!! Clang!!! Clang!!!
The sound of swords seemed to echo across the battlefield, what was left of the Dothraki Army watched in silence as their leader duelled in the middle of the sea of fire and blood. The same was happening with the Red Army, all of whom watched the Son of Light fight with a fanatical gaze.
It was the first time they had all seen him and what they saw satisfied all their imaginations of how the Son of Light would appear. It was everything they had hoped for and more.
Not long afterwards, the army led by Visenya arrived and joined the army led by Benerro. The red archbishop, Benerro, looked at the girl covered in blood and nodded in respect. "It seems that our plan cannot be successfully completed, Princess."
Even as he said this, there was no sense of regret on his face; on the contrary, there was a gentle, warm smile on his lips. How could he be unhappy at finally meeting his Messiah and the whole religion of the Red Faith?
Visenya was smiling too, her eyes fixed on the two figures fighting in the sea of crimson fire with a look of adoration in her violet eyes. Fast, strong and brutal. The exchange of swords was so intense that the first to make the slightest mistake would be mortally wounded.
The sound of metal colliding and the sparks in the air in the sea of fire seemed like a scene straight out of the epic tales of the Age of Heroes.
"Incredible!!!" Daenerys, riding with her mother on the horse, couldn't help but exclaim aloud, her lilac eyes widening at the sight of the epic struggle before her.
"Kill him, Nephew!!!!" Daenerys shouted loudly, so much to encourage her sweet nephew in this deadly fight.
Rhaella looked at her daughter and couldn't help but let out another helpless sigh. Although she loved her daughters, she sometimes felt that Rhaegar was more restrained than her daughters.
Aenar, who was fighting Drogo, heard the girl's excited voice and couldn't help but flash a gentle smile.
"Looks like I'll have to make an effort not to disappoint my little aunt." Aenar thought as he became even more aggressive in his attacks.
If before his attacks had been swift and brutal, now they became insidious and extremely fast, always aiming at an angle that was difficult to defend against, to the point where only the light escaping in the air could prove that he was attacking. And even more surprising was Drogo, who could keep up with his attacks with his wealth of fighting experience.
The two swords tore through the air at high speed as they clashed violently against Drogo's Arakh. However, unlike Aenar's swords, which were made of Valyrian Steel and Star Steel, Drogo's sword was far from being able to withstand so many blows from such tough and sharp swords.
Then, before Aenar's unsurprised eyes, Drogo's Arakh collided violently with Lady Lya once again, shattering into dozens of pieces before Drogo's eyes.
The Dark Sister seized the moment and slashed at Drogo's shoulder, tearing through flesh and bone as if she were slicing butter. It left a twenty inch gash from his shoulder to his stomach. His organs were visible through the wound as blood gushed from it.
Drogo calmly looked at the wound and ignored it as he advanced on Aenar, trying to knock him to the ground, but foreseeing the future with his prescience, the Targaryen prince calmly backed away as he saw the man trying to approach him with his internal organs protruding from his body.
Drogo couldn't take three steps forward and fell to his knees, breathing heavily, blood staining his body in large quantities. He raised his head and looked with difficulty at the young man approaching him with two swords, one in each hand.
"I'm not saying I'll remember you as a worthy man, but I will remember you as a warrior." Aenar spoke calmly as the two swords touched Drogo's neck in the shape of scissors.
Drogo showed nothing but calm and spat on Aenar's black armor.
Aenar narrowed his eyes and moved both swords at the same time, cutting off Drogo's head.
His head fell as his body remained kneeling on the ground before him. Grabbing his head by the hair, Aenar raised his head to the sky as a tsunami of excited, joyous shouts rang out around him. It was the Red Army, shouting and screaming in celebration of their great victory.
Suddenly, Aenar heard the sound of approaching horses and saw Drogo's Bloodriders approaching rapidly on horseback, Arakh in hand. The Targaryen prince was not surprised by the Bloodriders' actions; he knew their ways and understood that they would all die for their Khal.
Before Aenar could do anything, Caraxes snaked around him, protecting him, and opened his mouth full of huge teeth. Deep in his throat, flames could be seen building up before spewing out of his mouth in a funnel of extremely hot, destructive flames.
All of Drogo's bloodriders were consumed and turned to ashes in a matter of seconds under the dragon's red flames.
Aenar let out a sigh, knowing it was all over and he could relax for a moment. He looked at the head in his hand and placed it on the ground in front of Drogo's kneeling body, muttering to himself. "Burn in hell with your sins, Lord of Horses."
Looking at the flames that had almost ceased to exist, Aenar raised his sword and spoke loudly. "You have orders!!!"
"SEEK OUT AND DESTROY ALL ENEMIES!!!" Aenar shouted loudly, his voice spreading through the surroundings with a powerful, regal tone.
What followed was a tsunami of deafening voices.
"YES, PROPHET!!!"
With their shout, the Red Army advanced towards the remnants of the Dothraki, they had only one objective, to complete the first order given by the Son of Light.
Aenar smiled gently and stroked Caraxes' neck, feeling incredibly satisfied with what they had just done.
Although Jon Snow was free, he was, after all, just another insignificant piece in this unchanging world before the powers of the gods.
He, Aenar Targaryen, was different, he would break the Wheel of Fate and make this world move forward again, he would become a God to these people and make the human race survive until his last day.
Tyrant, despot or monster, he wouldn't do right or wrong, he would do what was NECESSARY.
Caraxes let out a comfortable guttural sound and lay down on the ground while staring at Aenar with his gigantic red eyes, which resembled hot coals. Just like his knight, there was a sense of pleasure and satisfaction in his eyes.
It was the first time that Caraxes could finally unleash his true warlike and sadistic nature. So like Aenar, the crimson dragon was as incredibly relaxed at this moment as he had ever been.
Suddenly, Aenar heard two horses approaching and turned while still stroking the scales on Caraxes' neck.
In front of him appeared three women riding two horses.
Aenar let out a sigh and smiled warmly.
"Looks like it's the first time we've met in person." Aenar spoke with a joking tone, but before he could notice, there was someone in front of him.
She was a relatively tall woman, but not very tall, barely reaching his chest, and she had the characteristic hair and eyes of House Targaryen. Her lilac eyes gazed at him with a look of emotion and with tears already welling up in her eyes.
"You look so much like your father." Rhaella said, reaching out and grasping her grandson's face with both hands. Even though she didn't want to cry, she found herself feeling the tears slide down her cheeks.
Without hesitation, she didn't wait for Aenar's response and hugged him tightly, resting her head on his cold armor-covered chest, despite feeling nothing but warmth and security. She just wanted to embrace her son's legacy right now.
Aenar blinked and hesitated, but stroked her hair affectionately.
"Sorry I'm late, dear grandmother." Aenar spoke with a slightly guilty tone, if he had arrived faster, the fights that had already taken place wouldn't have needed to happen.
"No matter, I'm glad you're safe and healthy." Rhaella replied, wiping the tears from her eyes. For her, there was nothing happier than her family being safe and healthy.
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