Game Of Thrones: The God-Emperor of Planetos-Chapter 81 - - The Death of Jon Arryn (III)

"I am benevolent, I always kill in the most painless way." Aenar Targaryen to Olenna Tyrell.

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With incredible agility and speed, a flock of small, thrasher-like birds, gray with black feathers, flew in perfect harmony across the vastness of the blue sky. Free and peaceful, the group seemed immune to worry, almost as if they were the sovereigns of the skies.

If it were an ordinary world, perhaps they would be. But this was no ordinary world.

As they passed close to an enormous white cloud, which looked more like heavenly cotton candy, a gigantic mouth emerged from the depths of the cloud, cruelly devouring a large number of the birds. In an instant, the rest panicked, scattering in all directions, trying to escape the invisible terror.

The next moment, the source of that mouth was revealed. A colossal winged creature emerged from the cloud, tearing the sky apart with its imposing presence. Crimson scales covered its muscular, slender body.

It was a being the size of a hill, whose existence defied all the laws of physics. But in a world where magic reigned, even universal rules could be subverted.

Aenar, mounted on Caraxes, looked out over the rapidly approaching continent. A satisfied smile crossed his face. Although Essos had become the center of his power, deep down Westeros would always be his true home.

Looking at the tense figure sitting in front of him in the saddle, Aenar couldn't help but be amused. Leda, with her usual cool and calm expression, exuded a subtle nervousness. Despite her rigid posture, the slight trembling of her body betrayed her. The girl was trying very hard not to show how much the situation was bothering her.

"You seem to be enjoying it, Leda," teased Aenar with a mischievous smile, leaning over to whisper in her ear. "Don't worry, whenever I fly, I'll take you with me."

Leda finally broke her mask of indifference. Her eyes glanced behind her, where she saw the teasing smile on the face of her king and cousin. She knew he was teasing her, yet the idea of flying often didn't appeal to her in the slightest. How humans could feel comfortable riding such a gigantic creature was something she couldn't understand.

However, as Lady Commander of the Kingsguard, the king's requests were absolute.

"If Your Grace wishes, it shall be done." Leda replied with the cold, controlled tone that was her trademark.

Aenar rolled his eyes, frustrated by the predictable answer. He should have brought Daenerys with him, he thought to himself. At least she knew how to have fun. Leda, on the other hand, was incredibly similar to her father. They were both too serious, almost incapable of appreciating the smallest provocations or the most relaxed moments.

Then, on the horizon, an iconic sight came into view: a vast city and a red fortress rising above it would catch anyone's eye.

King's Landing, Capital of the Seven Kingdoms.

His choice of route to the Reach was strategic. Aenar could have gone through Storm's End or Dorne, but passing through the Crownlands was the most direct route and, more importantly, the one that would provide him with the perfect opportunity to show off his power. Being seen in King's Landing, mounted on Caraxes, would mark the arrival of the new king in an unforgettable way.

"Let's put on a show for the people of this city, Caraxes," murmured Aenar to the dragon, who responded with a deep trill, as if he shared the king's excitement.

Aenar couldn't help but smile when he thought of the advantage of possessing an ability like Prescience. Being able to glimpse into the past and later witness Robert and Tywin's expressions of dread and despair when they saw Caraxes for the first time was something he knew he would love.

The show was about to begin.

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Robert was relaxing with his family, a habit he had developed since learning of the existence of Prince Targaryen and his dragon. The thought of facing such a threat brought with it the realization that his chances of survival in the future were uncertain, perhaps even minimal. That's why he began to value these simple moments with his children. Of course, with the exception of Joffrey.

Watching Myrcella and Tommen play knight and princess, Robert's lips curved into a genuine smile. He had never thought he could find so much satisfaction in something so mundane. These little moments of tranquillity were a way of escaping the cruel reality that hung over him.

But the image of Prince Targaryen riding his dragon soon brought him back to the harsh truth: a storm was approaching, and he needed to be prepared.

Many thought that the marriage to House Stark was supposed to be just a political move to consolidate an alliance, but in fact it was something more calculated and darker. It was Robert's way of trying to ensure that his children would survive if he died and the Baratheon Dynasty was destroyed.

Robert was betting that the Targaryen prince, as much as he might hate him, would hesitate to take Myrcella and Tommen's lives if they were linked to his maternal family, House Stark. An attempt to appeal to ties of blood and honor, however tenuous.

Yes, Robert knew it was monumentally hypocritical of him to think so. After all, he had laughed and celebrated in front of the dead bodies of Elia Martell, Rhaenys and Aegon, Rhaegar's wife and children.

But even aware of his hypocrisy, he clung to this faint hope. He wanted, above all, to believe that Myrcella and Tommen could have a future, even if it was a future marked by the defeat of the Baratheons.

"Father, I made this crown for you." Myrcella's sweet voice interrupted Robert's thoughts, and he couldn't help but smile. He looked at the small wreath his daughter was holding and, with an indulgent gesture, bowed his head.

Myrcella, excited, smiled innocently and placed the wreath on her father's hair.

"The great King Robert Baratheon!" she exclaimed with a tone full of pride, as if she were declaring it to the whole world.

Robert blinked in surprise. Him, a great king?

He certainly knew what they called him behind his back: Usurper, Fat King, Dirty King, Silly King. Humiliating titles, but they had never called him "Great King". Not even on his best days.

Still, hearing those words come out of his daughter's innocent mouth warmed something in his heart. For the first time in a long time, he felt a shred of genuine happiness. He let out a deep laugh and stroked Myrcella's golden hair.

Her radiant smile as she received his caresses made the moment seem perfect... but Robert couldn't help noticing something. The girl bore no resemblance to him. Nothing. Not the features, not the eyes, not the smile. This had been bothering him for years, and the seed of doubt grew in his mind again. Was it paranoia? Or, worse, a truth he was afraid to face?

Before he could delve deeper into these thoughts, something interrupted the calm.

The sky abruptly darkened. A deafening, reverberating sound echoed throughout King's Landing.

Robert looked up at the sky, and what he saw made his face turn pale. A dragon.

His instinct took over. Without hesitation, he grabbed Myrcella and Tommen in his arms and ran towards the Red Keep. Even if they faced the same fate as Harrenhal, he knew that the thick walls of the fortress would offer some level of protection against the deadly flames of the creature flying over the city.

"Dragon!" Myrcella shouted excitedly, her eyes shining with fascination as she looked up at the sky. To her, it looked like something out of a story.

Yes, a dragon. Above King's Landing, a gigantic crimson-scaled dragon hovered, the shadow of its wings covering much of the city.

Citizens stood still, staring at the creature with expressions that ranged from terror to fascination. a deadly silence gripped the city for a moment...

Until the dragon opened its mouth.

"Dracarys!" Aenar commanded in a firm voice.

Crimson flames exploded from the dragon's mouth, crossing the sky and covering a third of the sky. Despite the terror in people's hearts, many realized that the flames were not meant for them. Instead, the sky itself seemed to be the target.

The spectacle that followed was breathtaking. The dragon broke through the cloud of fire it had created, emerging in a magnificent and terrifying flight.

It was more than a show of strength; it was a clear message to everyone in King's Landing.

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House Targaryen had returned to Westeros once again.

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