"Gods... other people may find them fascinating, but for , gods are sad beings who have survived like parasites in a universe heading for its own destruction." Aenar Targaryen, God Emperor of Mankind.
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Looking at the rain falling on the city, Daenerys was happy. With Aenar's magic, she didn't have to worry about a possible fire.
"Let's end the riot quickly to calm the people down, then distribute food and blankets to them." After what had happened, Daenerys knew she had to calm the people. The death of tens of thousands of commoners was not sothing trivial, she had to give the people an explanation or King's Landing would beco a city without citizens.
"Yes, my queen." Monford, seeing his half-brother taking control of the army, showed a trace of jealousy in his gaze, but hid it quickly. Although Daenerys still noticed it.
Seeing the brothers at odds was a good thing in her eyes, all the ministers must be enemies of each other so that the factions within the Court don't stick together and accumulate too much power that could threaten the king. Only a foolish ruler would let his ministers be friendly with each other.
Half a day later.
Daenerys was sitting on the Iron Throne listening to the battle report.
Around thirty-seven thousand people had died.
When Daenerys heard the number, she and everyone else couldn't help but take a deep breath. As nobles, they knew how difficult it was to raise an army, but just by attacking the Church, the Faith of the Seven had amassed an army the size of a Great Noble House.
Dorne didn't have such a large army, and even without armor, the commoners managed to do so damage to the eighteen thousand n of House Tyrell who entered King's Landing.
"We've lost about seven thousand n." When Willas said this, his expression was grim in the extre. Seven thousand trained soldiers wearing armor died in the King's Landing mutiny, that was no small price.
The Lords took a deep breath listening to the numbers of dead from House Tyrell. Seven thousand soldiers was sothing they, Lords of Lesser Noble Houses, could never dream of having, but those seven thousand n died in less than a day of battle.
Daenerys stroked her forehead, letting out a sigh. Although she knew that people power was strong, but to kill seven thousand fully armored and trained n was a frightening number.
King's Landing had half a million people, what would happen if all those people rebelled? Even if they won using dragons, King's Landing would be declared a city of ashes and a king cannot rule over ashes.
"The Church is too dangerous to continue to exist." Monford's words were sothing that everyone agreed with, especially after seeing the power of the Church.
Now that they knew the power of the Church, how could they allow such a danger into their fiefdom? And if the Church decided it was ti for Westeros to be of the Faith of the Seven, was there anyone to stop it?
Looking at Daenerys, all the lords thanked the gods that House Targaryen had returned to Westeros. Only House Targaryen could fight against the Church, so loyalty to House Targaryen increased almost imdiately.
Noticing this, a glint of cunning appeared in Daenerys' eyes. The nobles finally understood, without House Targaryen protecting all the privileges of the nobility, they would be no different than rchants with great wealth.
Unfortunately for these nobles, Daenerys knew that Aenar had plans to deprive these nobles of their power and centralize the power of the Crown under the vassal regions. So these people's loyalties were expendable in her eyes.
However, how could she say that at the mont? Let them work for House Targaryen and then take away their rights to rule. Only then will House Targaryen rule for thousands of years without problems.
"Begin preparations to march towards the richest and largest city in Westeros, Oldtown." Daenerys said with a regal tone, she still rembered High Sparrow's words when the man was about to die.
She will do what Visenya I Targaryen wanted to do at the ti of King Aenys I Targaryen's reign!
Burn Oldtown to the ground!
"Yes, my queen!" Everyone answered the sa. With the attack on the Great Sept of Baelor, everyone knew that the Faith of the Seven must be destroyed or they would have many problems in the future.
"And Riverlands, my queen?" Mace, Lord of the Upper Garden, asked with a touch of concern. Although it was impossible to join the army mainly due to a lack of logistics, they could still send ten to twenty thousand n to help Aenar in Riverlands.
"Don't worry, Lord Mace." Daenerys shook her head and spoke in a calm tone. "My husband doesn't need any help, they have an army of over one hundred and twenty thousand n, all veterans and ard with armor."
Mace nodded, showing a relieved expression. He still rembered the Rebellion fourteen years ago. If it hadn't been for him wasting a year trying to conquer Storm's End, he would have joined Prince Rhaegar and maybe all this wouldn't have happened.
He knew that because of his deeds, he was unlikely to enter the center of power in King's Landing. Fortunately, his son Willas was representing House Tyrell at the Court of Aenar.
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Narrow Sea.
A fleet of ships was tearing through the waves towards King's Landing. However, what was most striking was the crest of the Golden Company!
On the ship, a tall young man with blue hair and purple eyes was wearing red and black robes. The most interesting thing was that his clothes had the Coat of Arms of House Targaryen embroidered on the chest. Next to the young man were two n.
Harry Strickland, current Captain General of the Golden Company and Jon Connington, Rhaegar Targaryen's forr confidant.
The young man's identity couldn't have been clearer at that mont.
Young Griff, or as he liked to call himself, Aegon Targaryen, Son of Rhaegar Targaryen.
"Jon, do you think my brother will take back?" Aegon asked with a slightly worried tone.
After all, he had been born before Aenar and was technically the orthodox heir to House Targaryen. Aenar was only the second son and had no claim to the Iron Throne as long as Aegon was alive. But that was what worried him.
"Don't worry, Your Grace." Jon Connington spoke in a calm, gentle tone. "Aenar is Rhaegar's son, so you're as honorable as he is. You're the rightful heir to the throne and as long as you marry one of Rhaegar's sisters, you'll have a Dragon Knight at your side."
If such words had been uttered in the Red Legion camp, Jon Connington would have been flayed alive and burned at the stake by the Inquisition for such blasphemy against the ssiah.
"The Golden Company had followed Your Grace." Harry Strickland spoke with a calm and confident tone, his twenty thousand n were the elite of the elite, he had the capital to be confident. The dream of all of Golden Campania is about to be realized, there was a touch of pride in Harry's aged face.
Aegon's mood was cald by the words of his confidants, he flashed a smile and whispered to himself. "Aegon VI is coming to Westeros."
Riverlands, Harrenhal Castle.
BOMMMMM!!!! BOMMMMM!!!! BOMMMMM!!!! BOMMMMM!!!!
Cannonballs tore through the air with shocking speed and hit the thick castle walls, but did almost no damage.
With the sound of ropes being thrown, the trabucos shot stones towards the castle.
The siege of Harrenhal had been going on for more than three days and it hadn't stopped. Arrows filled the sky and fell on the army of House Targaryen.
(Note: A random curiosity > Rain of arrows only happens in movies or in real castle sieges. Shooting arrows upwards is pure stupidity on a battlefield, as the arrow loses its penetrating power. So the wars you've seen in movies are a bit of a misnor. Nobody would run towards the enemy for a very simple reason. People only have one life and even in the Middle Ages, people valued their lives).
"They seem more motivated." Rhaenys comnted with a curious tone at the sudden motivation of the soldiers of House Baratheon and the soldiers of House Lannister.
"Probably Tywin or Robert has arrived, or both." Cutting a piece of cheese with her knife, Arianne comnted with a cold tone at the ntion of Tywin's na.
The North rembers its enemies, Dorne also had a similar saying.
The Desert rembers ingratitude.
Rhaenys' expression also turned cold at hearing the na of the mastermind behind her family's murder.
The images of Aegon having his head smashed against the wall and the rape of her mother were still vivid in his mind.
"If Tywin has arrived, so has the Mountain." Looking at the Dark Sister in her hand, Rhaenys' eyes couldn't have been colder at that mont.
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