"When you realize you are master of your emotions, you will see that you are master of your destiny." Aenar Targaryen to Robert Baratheon.
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As soon as Robert advanced, Aenar also advanced. The sword and hamr collided with force.
Clang!!!!
Red sparks flew into the sky with impact and the loud, high-pitched sound spread everywhere.
Robert couldn't help but be surprised at Aenar's strength. Although he knew the boy would be strong from his height and build, he was still shocked to feel his hands go numb.
That was because he was using a heavy weapon; if it had been a sword, Robert could imagine that the sword would have had a few pieces of steel missing from the first collision. This showed how strong the young king was.
Aenar smiled and beca excited by the combat, the sword in his hand spinning in the air like a circle and advancing toward Robert.
King Baratheon took a step back, dodging the attack. Gathering strength in his waist, he attacked with the hamr toward Aenar's ribs. It was a similar blow to the one that sank Rhaegar Targaryen's rib cage.
But unlike Rhaegar, who was caught off guard by his attack, Aenar smiled and, instead of retreating, advanced, closing the distance between them.
Aenar used his sword to collide with the tal shaft of the hamr and simply kicked Robert in the chest.
Despite Aenar's size, Robert found that the boy was unexpectedly agile and fast, which took him by surprise. The impact of the kick and his chest happened in an instant. Aenar's kick made him lean back, off balance. Robert's body fell to the ground with a loud thud.
Aenar seized the mont and advanced further, Lady Lya advanced with the intention of piercing King Baratheon's remaining eye. However, the mont Robert fell to the ground, he acted according to his vast battle experience, turning his body to the side.
At the sa ti, Robert attacked with his warhamr, but instead of aiming at his body, he simply aid at the arm that the young king was holding the sword with.
Missing her target, Lady Lya stabbed the ground while Aenar watched Robert's hamr coming towards him.
However, under Robert's surprised eyes, the young king simply let go of the sword and the hamr missed its target, hitting the ground with force.
Aenar smiled and simply kneed Robert in the face, breaking his nose and sending his teeth flying through the air. Quickly grabbing the sword stuck in the ground, Aenar attacked King Baratheon again without giving the man ti to catch his breath.
Robert gritted his teeth and used the shaft of his hamr to block the attack, deflecting the sword to the side. He took advantage of the opportunity and kicked Aenar's chest with force. The kick from a man almost two ters tall and of robust build sent Aenar's body reeling backwards.
The fight between the two kings did not look grand or even elegant; both were savage, brutal, and murderous. But in the eyes of the n present, the fight could not have been better. They wanted to see this, the purest brutality as the two most powerful n on the continent fought to the death in the arena.
Rhaella clenched her fists and watched the savage fight before her with concern. Looking at the girl standing next to her, the queen said in a determined tone. "Leda, if Aenar is about to die, I order you to save him." Leda looked at the queen and was speechless. Although the fight seed brutal and savage, she could see that Aenar was not using his powers or even using magic.
Just as he had said earlier, Aenar would fight Robert in the purest and most brutal way, without cheating by using any of his powers.
"The king will not lose, Queen Rhaella." Leda replied in a calm and solemn tone. She really couldn't see Aenar losing the fight, especially against Robert, a man who only had one eye.
"I know, but what if?" Rhaella said with concern.
Leda did not answer and watched the fight with a bright look in her eyes. It was the first ti she had seen this side of the king, and she had to admit, he was beautiful fighting like a normal mortal.
With every attack, every smile and happy look he gave, Leda could see that her king was enjoying himself and relishing the fight, which would probably be his last as a mortal.
Taking a punch from Robert to the mouth, Aenar retaliated by punching the enemy king's face with a hard punch. Both kings' heads recoiled as they stared at each other with savagery and big smiles on their faces.
"That was a good punch, boy. Spitting out a tooth, Robert said with a big smile on his face. King Baratheon's expression couldn't have been more savage at that mont. His broken nose and blood sared across his face made it all the more tragic.
Aenar was relatively unhard, aside from a dislocated jaw and a little blood on his lips, there weren't many injuries on his face.
The reason for this was simple: Robert was missing one eye and had to get close to attack, which left large gaps in his defense, gaps that Aenar wasted no ti in exploiting.
"Your punch isn't as strong as it was at the beginning." Spitting out a little blood, Aenar replied with an equally big smile. This was his last fight as a mortal, and he was enjoying every mont of it.
"Nonsense, I can do this all day." Robert retorted Aenar's words as he advanced again.
"I get the reference." Aenar said with a smile as he also advanced towards Robert.
Both kings resud their hand-to-hand combat. Punch after punch, headbutt after headbutt, broken teeth and blood.
Both weapons were relatively far away, but a short run could allow both of them to retrieve their respective weapons, but neither of them cared about that at the mont.
After being hit by Aenar's punch once more, Robert took three steps back and felt his vision darken for a mont, but the man quickly regained his focus and remained standing firm.
"You hit like a woman," Robert shouted and attacked Aenar once more, only to be hit in the face again.
This ti, the man knelt on the ground, breathing heavily. His narrow field of vision narrowed even further at that mont. He could barely see his hands, but Robert got up again and looked at the blurry shadow in front of him.
He got into a fighting stance again, and Robert threw another punch. Aenar dodged, moving his body to the side, and punched King Baratheon once more.
Seeing Robert fall and get up again, Aenar couldn't help but show admiration for his enemy. Robert might have been many things, but no one could deny his reputation as a warrior.
"Robert, I know a young man nad Gendry," Aenar said and continued talking while also breathing heavily. "He's a blacksmith and makes good armor."
Robert didn't really understand why Aenar was talking about a young man he didn't know at all at that mont, but he soon understood why.
"He has black hair and blue eyes, he looks as stubborn as you," Aenar said with a laugh as he approached Robert. It was a lie, he had never seen Gendry in person, but he had seen the boy in countless tilines.
"He's a good boy and will be a great warrior."
Even if he were a fool, Robert would understand the aning behind Aenar's words. Beneath his bloodstained, purple, and swollen lips, a smile appeared on the lips of the king of House Baratheon.
Knowing that he had a son who looked like him and would be a good warrior in the future made him feel quite satisfied at that mont.
Robert knew that the boy was his bastard with so whore, but he didn't care at that mont.
"HAHAHAHA!!!" A loud, wild laugh escaped Robert's mouth, surprising everyone. No one but Aenar understood why the king was laughing so loudly at such a delicate mont.
"I said I can fight all day and I will fight all day!!!" Robert shouted loudly with an aura worthy of a Warrior King.
At that mont, it seed as if there was an infinite force running through his body, making Robert extrely focused, and even with his field of vision severely impaired, he attacked again.
Fast, accurate, and powerful fists.
Aenar smiled and dodged Robert's blows with difficulty while also attacking with his own.
"Let's fight until dawn, Robert!!!"
Aenar shouted just as loudly as both kings began another brutal fight with punches and any part of their bodies they could use as a weapon.
Punch after punch, the sound of blows seed to last an entire afternoon.
Blood stained the floor as everyone's screams rang out loud and excited.
Robert fell to the ground with a thud as everyone fell silent, not even a fly dared to make a sound. Everyone's eyes were focused on the figures in the arena. Everyone held their breath, afraid to disturb or even miss a mont.
Breathing heavily, Aenar wiped the blood from his mouth and picked Lady Lya up from the floor. He walked with heavy, weak steps as the tip of his sword dragged across the floor, leaving a linear trail behind him.
"You damn strong bastard, my whole body hurts," Aenar said tiredly as he sat down next to Robert.
"That's good, rember this pain." Robert, who was still alive, said as he tried to see his surroundings, but it was useless. One of his eyes was blinded and the other severely injured.
"That's good, rember this pain." Robert, who was still alive, said as he tried to see his surroundings, but it was useless. One of his eyes was blind and the other severely injured after the fight.
"You're not really going to kill Tomn and Myrcella?" Robert asked with so difficulty in speaking. Even though they weren't his son and daughter, he had to admit that he loved those children.
"Will you be satisfied if I say I will take your daughter as my mistress?" Aenar asked in an equally weary tone.
"Yes, I will be very satisfied." There was an ugly smile on Robert's badly bruised and swollen face.
Although for many, giving one's daughter as a mistress to the enemy might seem extrely insulting to any lord, in Robert's eyes, anything could be set aside when compared to survival.
"If you hadn't killed my father, we would have been friends," Aenar said with a smile, seeing that Robert was not offended by his proposal.
"Nonsense, I would have killed your father again," Robert said sarcastically. "Ever since I was a child, I didn't like that lancholic face. How I prayed to duel with Rhaegar many tis just to crush that pretty face."
Aenar let out a low laugh, but then fell silent.
"It's ti to end this, Robert." Aenar said after a brief silence. He got up from the ground and pointed Lady Lya at Robert's head, like a sword of Damocles, ready to fall at any mont.
"Lyanna, I know you hate , but I love you."
Robert muttered to himself, he looked up and seed to see his reflection in the moon. "Even if you deny my love, I love you, you damn wolf woman."
As soon as Robert's words rang out, Aenar's blade, Lady Lya, descended, as if responding to the dying murmur of the first and last king of House Baratheon.
Robert's death was quick, and Aenar did not prolong his suffering. The sword pierced his head, killing him instantly.
Seeing Robert's lifeless body, Aenar sat down next to his corpse and remained silent.
"Fear kills the mind and corrodes the will," Aenar muttered as he looked at Robert's body beside him. Honestly, he didn't feel much satisfaction at killing Robert, just a brief emptiness before he erased that irrelevant feeling inside him.
Looking toward the North, Aenar muttered.
"I'm coming, Night King."
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Note1 : Honestly, I felt sorry for killing Robert. I like his character, especially in the books. I feel a bitter taste for killing a character like that. Maybe that's what we call nostalgia.
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