"Fate doesn't seem kind to or my family, so I'll tear this universe apart to the last atom if necessary to protect my family, and believe , I'll enjoy the process." Aenar I Targaryen, sitting on the Ruby Throne of the Known Universe.
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"I hope you've all rested well, I'll be considered a terrible host if that's happened." Aenar spoke to the entire House Martell, all of whom were present, including Oberyn's bastard daughters.
"It's been a wonderful evening, Your Grace." Oberyn replied with a strained smile on his lips, he really was trying hard to stay coherent. The amount of wine he'd drunk the night before had made his head hurt so much the next day that he'd rather be pierced by a spear.
"I'm glad the events of the night before didn't affect everyone's sleep." Aenar looked at Oberyn who was dryly speaking with a smile. He was tempted to speak a little louder than usual or make so loud shuffle to add a little pain for the Desert Prince, but he found it too childish even for his standards.
What could Oberyn answer? He simply sipped the juice on the table and let out a dry laugh. The thought of having seen a god still sent shivers down his spine, rembering that cold, malicious presence.
"My coronation will take place in a week's ti. I would like Princess Arianne and Prince Oberyn to attend in the seats prepared exclusively for distinguished guests. I must add that you won't regret watching, there will be things to surprise anyone." Aenar comnted with a smile as he ate a piece of bread in one bite.
"It will be an honor, My Prince. We'll be looking forward to what's to co." Arianne replied, she flashed her most beautiful and seductive smile. The princess of Dorne looked at Aenar wearing only a red and black tunic with a glittering gaze.
Aenar wearing royal clothes emanated a powerful and regal feeling, preventing anyone from despising the young man. In his current clothes, he emanated a more casual and lazy feeling, but that didn't hide his powerful aura, it just made him more approachable to talk to.
Daenerys looked at the Princess of Dorne and narrowed her eyes, she could see the subtle flirtation in the woman's words and actions. Looking down at Arianne's body, she muttered low. "What's so great about so much chest fat, Visenya and I are prettier than her."
Speaking of Visenya, Daenerys glanced at her sister to see if she had noticed what was going on, but seeing her eating with a happy look on her face, the dragon princess felt a headache coming on. Her sister was rather careless when it ca to keeping Aenar away from other won.
"Prince Aenar, is it true that you have a dragon?" Obara, Oberyn's eldest daughter, asked, taking everyone by surprise with her sudden question.
Aenar looked at the Sand Snakes and said: "You must be the famous Sand Snakes. All your daughters are very beautiful, Prince Oberyn and Lady Sand."
His words made everyone look at him with different eyes, whether Oberyn or Ellaria, they expected words of contempt for his daughters' status as bastards, but what happened was the opposite, there were no words of contempt or hostile looks in the prince's words and actions.
Aenar certainly wouldn't despise soone just because an arrogant church said that bastards were the fruit of sin. He was no fool to be influenced by such a backward religion.
"That's new, it's the first ti Obara has been praised as beautiful." Nyria Sand, noticing the sowhat silent atmosphere, spoke up at that mont with a funny laugh.
"Humph." Obara looked coldly and angrily at her sister, although the blush on her cheeks indicated an obvious shyness.
Looking at his eldest daughter acting shy like a virgin maiden, Oberyn turned his gaze to Aenar and pursed his lips with a touch of helplessness reflecting on his face. Although he had known it for a long ti, beautiful people always have privilege!
"Yes, Lady Obara, I have a dragon." Aenar answered Oberyn's daughter's earlier question. "He likes to sleep in the training ground next door in the Great Temple, but if you go to see him, I advise you not to go near him, he's been quite upset recently. Apparently he really enjoyed burning people alive and devouring their bodies."
Aenar's words sounded like a joke, but none of the people from House Martell laughed, they looked at Obara with resentnt, why ask sothing like that at breakfast?
"His na is Caraxes, his scales are red just like his flas." Aenar continued. "He's a rebellious boy who always likes to fly with ."
Visenya and Daenerys rolled their eyes at Aenar's words, the dragon had exactly the sa temperant as his rider. Aenar was just blaming Caraxes for their imperative temperant.
Breakfast continued under Aenar's influence, making a few jokes and leaving the atmosphere reflective. Under his care, everyone at the table seed more comfortable and easier to get along with.
As he chewed on a piece of sausage, Aenar thought, 'Real-ti future vision has many uses, not just for fighting or warding off any attacks. I can manipulate the conversation according to what I see in the future.
Aenar was still studying the changes that had taken place in him after he drank the water of life, but so far, he felt that he was gradually ceasing to be a normal human, or to be more precise, a superior human.
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Inside the large empty hall, seven people could be seen.
Rhaella, Aenar, Visenya, Daenerys, Kinvara, Leda and Missandei.
"Do you really want to do this, Dany?" Looking at the funeral pyre before her, Rhaella asked, glancing at her youngest daughter once again.
Although she had confidence in Aenar and Daenerys, the idea of entering the flas was still insane in her eyes. It wasn't just her who was thinking this, Visenya was just as worried.
Daenerys didn't answer her mother and looked at the three n who would be burned alive because of her. There was no feeling of rcy for these murderers and rapists. Her lilac eyes soon focused on the three dragon eggs inside a chest.
The first of the eggs was black with reddish scales. The second of the eggs was yellowish-golden. The third was a bronze shade.
They were the eggs that Aenar had asked Kinvara to buy from the Magister of Pentos.
"Lady Kinvara, begin." Daenerys spoke, looking at Kinvara.
The Reverend Mother nodded and with a wave of her hand, the flas burning in the torches flew towards the funeral pyre, where the three n began to struggle violently as they tried to scream, but failed because their mouths were gagged.
Kinvara looked at Daenerys going towards the fire without fear and had no doubt that if Aenar didn't exist, it would be this girl who would lead humanity to survive the Long Night.
Holding the dragon eggs in her arms, Daenerys was only a few centiters from the fire, but she felt no heat or terror from the flas, for so reason she liked the screams of agony of the n being burned alive. It sounded like a symphony... sacred.
Turning around, Daenerys saw the different expressions on everyone's faces. Her mother, her sister and Missandei all had the sa expression, concern.
Aenar, Kinvara and Leda were totally different, all three looking at Daenerys with confident gazes. In Leda's case, she only trusted her king's judgnt and nothing more. If he had said that Princess Daenerys would make it, then so it would be.
Aenar's confidence seed to inject even more confidence into Daenerys, who smiled brightly at him and without any hesitation, she stepped forward into the flas without fear.
Rhaella felt her heart squeeze watching that scene, how could a mother not worry about her offspring?
"Will she be all right, Aenar?" Rhaella asked with an extrely worried tone, wishing that her daughter would go out on the funeral pyre at any mont.
Her only relief was that there were no screams apart from the n being burnt alive.
"She will co out of the fire with the Dragons of House Targaryen completely untouched by the fire." Aenar replied with a smile, looking at the flas burning fiercely. He knew that blood magic had begun to work.
It wouldn't take more than a few hours for House Targaryen to gain three dragon riders!
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