"To achieve success, don't let your emotions influence you. Emotions are often the main culprit in preventing you from taking the first step towards success or failure." - Aenar Targaryen.
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Climbing onto the platform, Aenar, wearing black armor with a long red cloak, looked at the army before him.
His eyes immediately focused on his particular army: the Sardaukar.
"Sardaukar, you have orders." Aenar spoke, his voice spreading throughout the place.
At Aenar's words, the golden army slammed their spears into the ground and responded in unison:
"Yes, my king!!!"
"Listen to your king's order. Invade the Riverlands!!!" Aenar continued loudly. "I give permission to kill all traitors, without exception."
"Spread blood in the name of your king!!!"
"Yes, my king!!!"
Aenar smiled as he heard the powerful voice of tens of thousands of soldiers roaring at the same time. It was like a volcano erupting, causing the ground and the air to shake slightly.
At his words, the golden army of the Sardaukar rhythmically slammed their spears into the ground.
Aenar turned his gaze to the Red Legion, where Titus and Sigismund stood at the head, commanding the legion.
"My legion, you have orders." Aenar said with a mischievous grin.
Everyone in the Red Legion drew their swords, pointed them high, and responded with equal fervor:
"The King's Red Legion is ready to bring pain to sinners!!!"
"The King's Red Legion is ready to bring pain to sinners!!!"
"The King's Red Legion is ready to bring pain to sinners!!!"
Aenar spread his arms and declared. "Then march! Follow my queen and bring peace to the chaotic sinners! Let the world see the strength of my legion!"
"Yes, Son of Light!!!"
"Yes, Son of Light!!!"
"Yes, Son of Light!!!"
Powerful, fervent cries echoed around the place, frightening the birds around and sending them flying away.
Arianne looked at the scene and opened her mouth, she looked at the figure on top of the wooden platform and couldn't help but show a look full of warmth, she wanted to go another round with Aenar right then.
That was power. Aenar practically personified the dream she wanted to achieve: absolute power, just like what she was witnessing at that moment. Seventy thousand people obeying the king's orders without any hesitation or fear.
Arianne saw that these two armies were like swords in Aenar's hands and that these men would die without hesitation to fulfill the king's ambition.
She touched her own belly and wondered if she was pregnant, for her child would be the key to achieving this power, even if on a smaller scale.
"Incredible, isn't it?" Rhaenys asked with a smile. She couldn't have been prouder at that moment. Even if it wasn't her army, it was the army of House Targaryen and the most loyal men, who served Aenar with all their heart, soul and mind.
"Yes." Arianne couldn't deny Rhaenys' words. Anyone else would have felt the same way when they personally saw almost a hundred thousand warriors responding to just one man.
"How was the evening?" Rhaenys asked with a look of envy and curiosity.
"Excellent. Now I understand why Tyene and Nymeria love to have sex." Arianne replied with a lascivious smile, recalling her night of carnal passion. She couldn't help but lick her lips as she remembered how Aenar had dominated her and treated her like any other prostitute.
Watching Arianne's expression, Rhaenys knew that her cousin had thoroughly enjoyed the evening.
Seeing the two of them chatting happily, Visenya intervened with a dissatisfied tone. She was still angry at having been deceived by Rhaenys.
"I won't forget that betrayal, Rhaenys."
"Don't be angry, aunt." Rhaenys tucked a lock of hair behind her ear and spoke in a gentle tone. "I had no choice. My dear aunt doesn't let any woman near the king."
Visenya just snorted coldly at her niece's words. She was right to keep all women away from Aenar, especially ambitious women like Arianne, who would bring chaos to her king's court.
After addressing the Sardaukar and the Red Legion, Aenar turned to the seventy thousand men of the North. This number included the Savages who had joined the North a year and a half ago.
"You don't need pretty or elegant words." Aenar said with an amused smile on his lips. "Just enjoy the battles and may the Old Gods collect the dead in their halls full of beer and food."
"Let's go to war!!!" Aenar finished in an excited tone, as he drew his sword and pointed it upwards.
The men of the North laughed merrily at the young king's words. He had said exactly what they wanted to hear. They didn't care for elaborate speeches, only war could quench their thirst for blood.
"War!!!"
"War!
"War!!!"
Everyone pointed their weapons upwards, shouting repeatedly while showing looks full of excitement. The other armies joined in and chanted the same word. Almost one hundred and twenty thousand voices roaring at the same time, it was quite a scene to behold.
Eddard shook his head, but a smile appeared on the Lord of the North's lips. His nephew knew exactly how to cheer up the Northmen. As he had said, there was no need for fancy words. Just say it, and they'll do it.
Sensing that everyone was fired up for war, Aenar nodded, satisfied with his work. Stepping down from the wooden platform, he addressed his court.
"I'll leave control of the army to you two. The Sardaukar will obey Kinvara's orders, and the Red Legion will follow Titus and Sigismund's orders. You both have permission to mobilize in case of emergency." Aenar spoke with a serious expression, looking at Oberyn and Tyrion.
"I won't disappoint you, Your Grace." Tyrion replied with a cold, deadly stare. He longed more and more for Jaime's arrival.
Beside him, Oberyn agreed and, with an equally murderous expression, spoke. "As my friend said, we will not disappoint. We will destroy the Lannister and Baratheon armies in the Riverlands."
Seeing them both consumed by hatred, Aenar shook his head and sighed. Although hatred made them extremely focused on one goal, it also prevented them from seeing the full picture of the war.
"Don't let your emotions influence you. A calm mind always works best. Hatred is a great way to improve, but don't let that feeling cloud your judgment and duty. This war is not just about revenge, but about deciding the fate of humanity."
He needed to warn them. Aenar feared that both of them would become so lost in hatred that they would forget their true purpose.
Oberyn and Tyrion stared at Aenar speechlessly. Being advised by a fourteen-year-old boy was strange, to say the least. But when they remembered his powers, they accepted the advice without much reluctance.
Seeing that they had both calmed down, Aenar nodded and turned his gaze to Visenya and Rhaenys. They both wanted to talk to him before he left for the Vale of Arryn.
"Visenya, take care of Rhaenys and don't let her get too excited on the battlefield, especially so she doesn't get lost in the excitement of war."
He gave Rhaenys a scolding look, like an older brother disciplining his younger sister.
Rhaenys couldn't help an annoyed expression when she heard Aenar's words. She was obviously the older sister, but Aenar insisted on acting more mature and wiser than her at all times, without missing any chance to provoke her.
"I don't need those words, little brother." Rhaenys emphasized to her younger brother with a frightened look. She really didn't like being treated like a child by Aenar, even though she knew it was just to tease her.
Aenar let out a low laugh when he saw her expression. He really enjoyed teasing Rhaenys, her reactions were always fun to watch.
"Don't worry, husband." Visenya said in a serious tone, casting a teasing glance at Rhaenys. "I will discipline my niece without any hesitation."
Visenya wasn't joking. She really hoped that Rhaenys would be unruly so that she could punish her.
"My, Visenya certainly knows how to hold a grudge." Rhaenys muttered with an indifferent expression. However, she wasn't afraid of her aunt. As long as she didn't do anything wrong, Visenya could never punish her!
Aenar smiled at the interaction between the two and glanced at Arianne - especially at her belly.
"She's not pregnant..." murmured the king, without any surprise. Although he had finished many times inside Arianne, it wasn't so easy for him to become a father, especially considering that his children would be born with certain powers.
Winking at his mistress, Aenar said nothing and simply headed towards the Northern Army, which numbered around seventy thousand men.
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