"A pawn manipulated by a pawn. Honestly, a miserable fate." Aenar Targaryen looking at Young Griff.
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"You're a good king, Aenar." Alysanne spoke with a genuine tone, she could imagine any other pretender to the throne would fail miserably in the situation House Targaryen currently found itself in.
There were enemies on all sides, Aenar not only had to reclaim the throne, but also fight the Night King while still preparing for the Long Night. Honestly, she herself didn't see herself capable of accomplishing what Aenar was doing at the moment.
"I'm not as incredible as you think, Queen Alysanne. I'm just a pawn in the hands of a great being." Aenar didn't think he was incredible, he was a pawn used by another God and nothing more, just like the Night King.
But unlike the Night King, Aenar didn't plan to remain a pawn forever, he wanted to be a player on the chessboard and not just a pawn that could be discarded. So he himself didn't think he was as incredible as Alysanne had said, just another pawn in a great chess game the size of entire universes.
Alysanne didn't speak and remained silent with a smile on her lips. The modesty in Aenar's words only made her feel that she hadn't told a lie.
"You move very fast, Aenar." Lyanna, who had just arrived in the room, spoke with a dissatisfied tone at having been left behind. Her gray eyes looked at her son with a resentful look, which made Aenar smile.
"You walk very slowly, my dear mother." Aenar teased his mother with a gentle, amused tone. Seeing the girl always brought relief to his soul, which was strange to say the least.
"Queen Visenya, look at my son, taller than Maegor!" No longer caring that she had been left behind, Lyanna spoke in a voice full of pride as she tried to put her hand on Aenar's shoulder, but failed miserably.
Knowing she wouldn't be able to touch her son's shoulder, Lyanna quickly stopped trying and acted as if nothing had happened.
"Yes, I saw it, child." For Lyanna, Visenya had affection, kindness and gratitude. The girl from House Stark was sweet, strong, lively. Honestly, the girl was everything the queen wanted in a daughter, unfortunately the gods only gave her one son, Maegor.
Rhaenys also looked at Lyanna fondly, if she had known that the Starks were so interesting, she would have arranged a marriage with House Stark for Aenys, if her son had a woman with such willpower and courage perhaps the end of her son's story would not have ended in tragedy.
Alysanne also liked the lively and wild as a horse young woman, the girl reminded her of Alyssa in every sense of the word.
"What are you two talking about so seriously?" Lying down on the sofa in a casual and very sloppy manner for a lady, Lyanna asked with a curious tone, noticing the tension hanging in the air.
Jaehaerys frowned subtly at his lips, seeing how casual the young woman was in front of such important people, especially her lack of manners and elegance. If it had been his daughter, he would have had the Royal Guard lock the girl up for a month in her room.
Which, by the way, he rarely did, even with Alyssa, whom he considered a boy in a girl's body. Alysanne had always been strict with her daughters' upbringing and had always allowed the girls to express themselves in the way they liked best, so he rarely educated his daughters.
Remembering the daughter he himself had exiled, a dark look appeared on Jaeaherys' face, but he put it aside when he saw that everyone treated Lyanna in a very special way.
"War, dear mother." Aenar replied with a laugh. "I had a talk with Robert a few days ago."
Lyanna showed an expression of displeasure, remembering the fiancé she deeply despised. "Humph."
"How many bastards has he sired over the years?" Lyanna asked with a sarcastic tone, having no doubts about her fiancé's dubious character.
"Too many to count." Aenar replied with a laugh. "He cheated on Cersei with dozens of whores every month and didn't hesitate to take the whores to the royal chambers."
Alyssane and Jaeaherys frowned deeply. Just the thought of the Red Keep becoming a brothel made both king and queen want to kill Robert Baratheon.
"I knew it!" Lyanna exclaimed and spoke with a triumphant tone. "I told Ned that love doesn't change someone's nature, it seems I'm right!"
"Well, most of those bastard children were killed by Cersei, the woman is really determined." Aenar commented, remembering the deaths of the Babies, children, young men and women. Those who escaped were not in King's Landing and Cersei could not have known of their existence.
Lyanna's smile disappeared. "That blond peacock is very cruel." She muttered angrily, Cersei's actions really annoying the Lady of House Stark. Although she disliked Robert, she wouldn't wish death on anyone's children, not even her worst enemy.
Looking at his mother's angry expression, Aenar promised not to tell her what he had done in Volatins, he was sure he would be reprimanded for years and he didn't want to go through such torture for many years.
"Uhu?" Aenar seemed to notice something and looked at reality, more precisely at King's Landing and the ships approaching the city. He estimated that there were twenty thousand men. He recognized the coat of arms of the Golden Company.
His gaze fell on the young man at the bow of the ship, he had blue hair and lilac eyes, he looked handsome and heroic.
"The arrogant and naive Blackfire." Aenar muttered to himself, but his mutter was heard by everyone, but only Lyanna understood what Blackfire meant.
"The Sixth Blackfire Rebellion at this time?" Lyanna asked curiously, her eyes sparkling at the thought of taking part in such a battle, but she remembered that she was dead and couldn't fight alongside her son.
"Friday?" Jaehaerys asked with a somber tone. "Who is House Blackfire to dare to be a pretender to the Iron Throne."
"Aegon IV was called Unworthy because he had countless mistresses, who had sons and daughters, some of these bastards were called Great Bastards, who were legitimized by Aegon IV before he died. Daemom Blackfire, who wielded the ancestral sword Blackfire, rebelled using Blackfire as his symbol and orthodoxy." Lyanna explained with a glint in her eye, remembering the names of Aegon IV's Great Bastards.
"In the end, Aegon lost, but his descendants continued to try to take the Iron Throne, this happened five times."
Everyone's expression was grim to the extreme, House Targaryen without dragons had become complete madness, their descendants had simply thrown the Targaryen name in the mud and then stomped on it, not satisfied, they had pissed on it.
"Does that mean that in addition to the dragons, we've lost our ancestral swords?" Alysanne asked incredulously.
"What can I say, although they are the blood of Aegon, Visenya and Rhaenys, it doesn't mean that they are great men and women." Aenar shrugged and spoke casually. "In fact, although Aegon IV is a bad king, there have been many good kings like Daeron I, Maekar I, Viserys II, Aegon V, there have also been great men like Aemon, Dragon Knight, who served as a Kingsguard and Brynden Rivers, one of the Great Bastards. Our lineage has produced great men and women."
Everyone's gloomy expressions were finally relieved by Aenar's words. The Targaryen name had not been lost to the unworthy and fortunately, great men and women had been born.
"Is the Sixth Blackfire Rebellion going to happen?" Jaehaerys asked with a cold tone, the idea of exterminating this entire lineage and recovering Blackfire was born in his mind and no one could erase it.
"To be precise, this trash is posing as Ellia's dead son, trying to reclaim a Throne that never belonged to him." When Aenar had finished speaking, Lyanna was furious.
"How dare he use Aegon's name to satiate his greed for power, you filthy bastard!!!" She spoke with a growl. If there were two people she loved in life, it was Rhaegar and Ellia, both of whom accepted her for who she was. Life between the two of them was perfect and if it hadn't been for what had happened, she would have been queen alongside Ellia and helped Rhaegar rule the kingdom.
Now that someone had dared to use her Good Son's name, Lyanna was completely furious and wanted to kill Aegon with her bare hands.
Visenya and Rhaenys frowned, using the name of a dead child to compete for the Throne was despicable even by their standards.
"Don't worry, mother." Aenar spoke with a gentle tone, calming the young woman. "I'll let Rhaenys deal with that filthy piece of trash."
Lyanna nodded and rested her head on her son's chest, her gray eyes showing that she was still furious at the news.
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