"Kings are the most selfish, self-centered and ego-driven n there can be. They are capable of waging wars just to avoid boredom, of spilling the blood of thousands just for fun. Yet n follow the king without any hesitation. Humanity is truly illogical." - Varys the Spider.
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Aenar sat in the main seat of the Great Hall of Twins and looked out at his court, which filled every seat. Although the corpses and blood had been removed, the sll of blood still hung subtly in the air.
"Now that we've conquered Twins, let's start dividing the armies." Aenar said to everyone. His eyes were calr than ever.
"I'll go to the Vale of Arryn, while Rhaenys and Visenya will go to the Riverlands." Aenar said and continued. "Oberyn and Tyrion will follow my queen and sister, along with the entire Red Legion, to face the army of Houses Baratheon and Lannister in the Riverlands."
Honestly, Aenar was speechless at the misfortune of the Riverlands region. It was one of the most fertile and prosperous in Westeros, but because it was the battleground for almost every war on the continent, it suffered enormously from consecutive conflicts.
Now, once again, the Riverlands would be the scene of another battle. Although this was due to its geographical position and flat terrain, excellent for the cavalry to march on, Aenar lanted the region's bad luck.
"Lord Stark and the Northern Army will follow into the Vale." Aenar spoke, looking at Eddard with a calm gaze. The reason he had brought Eddard and his army was simple: his uncle had grown up in the Vale and would be of great help in mobilizing the troops due to his familiarity with the terrain.
Eddard nodded and let out a sigh filled with complex emotions. He had never thought that one day he would conquer the Vale. Rembering his childhood, the Lord of Winterfell's mood turned even darker.
However, Eddard knew he couldn't back down at that mont, not when things were so far advanced. He had to continue with what he had agreed to do, not just for Aenar's sake, but to keep his family, who were still in Winterfell, safe.
"Yes, Your Grace."
Eddard, Oberyn and Tyrion stood up and accepted Aenar's orders without any hesitation.
Oberyn and Tyrion seed especially excited for the war, Tyrion in particular. After learning that Jai was leading House Lannister's army, he wanted to leave for the Riverlands as soon as possible. He really wanted to see the look on Jai's face when he t him.
Although he loved his brother, his hatred and resentnt of Jai and Tywin outweighed any affection he might feel for his lying brother.
Noticing the tense atmosphere of the place and the lust of many for war, Aenar raised his wine glass and spoke aloud. "Let's party to celebrate two victories in a row!"
"Party!!!"
"I am Greatjon! Who dares say he can drink more ale than !" The lord of House Umber spoke out loud. He looked at all the n with an arrogant and proud look.
"I want to see if you're as strong as they say, southerner."
Tormund was the first to stand up at Greatjon's brazen provocation. Mance let out a tired sigh, anticipating how things would turn out.
Aenar smiled at the sight of the two n, both imposing, starting a drinking contest. If there was one thing the n of the North knew how to do, it was to party at the slightest opportunity. Living in a cold and inhospitable region, the people had learned to be direct and express themselves as they pleased.
Aenar sipped his wine and observed everything with a calm gaze. As king, it wasn't appropriate for him to join in the festivities himself. With him present, people didn't feel comfortable enough to relax completely.
So instead of joining his vassals, Aenar remained in the main seat, watching everyone enjoy the victory with a serene gaze.
"A king is naturally lonely..." Aenar muttered, rembering what Visenya I Targaryen had told him on the seventh day of his training, when he was only six years old. At the ti, he didn't understand her words, but now, feeling the distance between him and the others, he understood perfectly what she ant.
Just as Aenar was about to take another sip of wine, he felt soone grab his hand. He looked over and saw Visenya, his wife, staring at him with a lovely, gentle gaze.
"It's not as lonely as you said, Queen Visenya." Aenar smiled and murmured, genuine warmth reflecting in her eyes.
"You looked lonely, even though you were the center of the whole party." Visenya whispered with a warm, gentle tone. She squeezed his hand tighter and smiled sweetly.
"For a mont, I thought I was lonely, but then I realized that I have beautiful wives. How could I feel like that?" Aenar joked as he kissed her hand with a gentle touch of his lips.
"You incorrigible womanizer." Visenya grumbled with a hint of dissatisfaction, but the smile on her lips betrayed the happiness she felt at that mont.
"You're becoming more and more adept at persuading won." Aenar laughed when he heard this. He had witnessed millions of tilines, it would be strange if he didn't know how to talk to a woman.
After the party was over, Aenar saw that everyone was drunk. Tormund and Greatjon, in particular, were unconscious on the floor. They had both drunk so much that he assud they would wake up with the worst headache of their lives.
Shaking his head, Aenar decided to retire to his room, leaving the others still drinking and chatting casually.
Just as Visenya was about to follow Aenar, she felt soone grab her arm and saw Rhaenys looking at her with a mysterious look.
"Auntie, sleep with tonight. Tell about your days in Essos." Rhaenys spoke gently, with a look of admiration on her face.
Visenya, who still didn't understand what was about to happen, felt proud to see the admiration in her niece's eyes and nodded. Aenar was going to sleep anyway, so she wasn't worried about him.
Looking at Aenar's back, Rhaenys smiled mysteriously and whispered: "With Visenya out of the way, Arianne will get what she wants..."
"Did you say sothing, niece?" Visenya asked curiously, not having heard Rhaenys' words very well.
"It's nothing, I was just whispering about how heroic my aunt is, Visenya's second coming in the world."
Rhaenys quickly changed the subject and spoke with a look of admiration, making Visenya feel extrely proud.
When Aenar was about to enter the room to rest, she stopped for a mont, a curious look appearing on her face. His senses were alerting him that there was soone in the room. His lips lifted in an amused smile.
"Everyone can stand by outside the room." He said and then looked at Leda. "Leda, you can co in."
The royal guards didn't hesitate to accept the king's order. They positioned themselves beside and in front of the door, ready for anything. Titus and Sigismund looked like iron walls protecting the entrance to the room.
Opening the door, Aenar let Leda in first and then closed it with an amused smile.
Leda didn't mind the room. Her gray eyes quickly fell on the figure on the bed. She was an incredibly beautiful woman, with olive skin and black eyes, as well as her slightly curly hair falling over her naked body. There was a sensual smile on her lips and a seductive look in her eyes.
"Your Grace is very popular with won." Recognizing the Sunspear heiress, Leda comnted with a touch of sarcasm.
"Did I sense a slight jealousy in your voice, Leda?" Aenar asked with a provocative tone as he looked at the naked woman on the bed he was going to use that night. Arianne certainly knew how to seduce a man.
"It's just your imagination, Your Grace." Leda replied without hesitation, with a calm look on her face. Jealousy? she was a sword. What was the point of being jealous? Besides, after a year and a half with Aenar, she knew very well that her king liked to tease her. How could she fall for his teasing after so much ti spent together?
Aenar couldn't help but be dissatisfied with Leda's expression. He loved to tease her. How could he be satisfied with such a lack of reaction?
Arianne was speechless to see the two of them chatting casually, as if she wasn't there. However, far from feeling insulted, she found the scene incredibly funny. It was the first ti she had seen Aenar act so relaxed, even childish.
And she had to admit it. She preferred this gentler, more playful side of him.
At that mont, he was Aenar the man. Not Aenar the king.
The forr was approachable, kind and fun. The second was cold, calm, indifferent and regal.
Both were Aenar, but she preferred him in his more human state.
Hearing Arianne's laughter, Aenar looked at the princess of Dorne with a smile and said: "I must be very blessed to have such a beautiful sight as soon as I enter my chambers."
Arianne just laughed and replied sensually, "I'm cold, Your Grace."
"You see, Leda? I have to be a good man and warm up the beautiful princess." Aenar looked innocently at Leda and spoke with a tone full of chivalry and justice.
Leda looked at Aenar speechlessly. "If you want to sleep with her, just say so. Don't pretend to be a fair and honorable knight."
Snorting coldly, Leda refused to answer the king, who clearly had no sense of sha.
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