Game Of Thrones: The God-Emperor of Planetos

"The Sea Lord of Braavos is truly arrogant." Aenar Targaryen thought at the sight of the First Sword of Braavos.

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Free City of Braavos.

Bellegere Otherys remained indifferent to the screams of terror outside, the barge she was on was more opulent than any palace she could find.

The finest and most expensive silks in Myr, goose feather pillows, pearls scattered everywhere, gold and silver decorating the walls in beautiful and elegant detail.

There were cold drinks even on the hottest day and warm, cozy sheets at night, her bed as wide as a third of the ship itself. She was certainly treated like a worthy queen.

But the reason Bellegere didn't run away like everyone else was simple: not far from her boat, on one of Braavos' hundreds of islands, was a huge draconic head. Its red eyes, like hot coals, stared at her with a mixture of curiosity and disinterest.

As a descendant of House Targaryen, there were books that Aegon IV himself, the Undeserving, had left for her ancestor. So she knew all about the dragons she had dreamed of riding as a child. Eventually, she put those sweet, innocent dreams aside, thinking that dragons no longer existed.

But here she was, facing a giant crimson dragon!

"Black Pearl, shall we go far away?" Bellegere heard one of his servants ask, her voice trembling slightly as her body shook in a storm of cold winds.

Bellegere made her decision in an instant, looking at her servant and speaking in a sweet, gentle tone. "No, dock on the island. We received such a distinguished guest in Braavos."

"Y-yes." The servant's face showed a clear expression of fear and sorrow, but she nodded.

Unlike other guests, Bellegere personally prepared the drinks, snacks, and the room they would share, even making the bed, thinking she might have a luxurious day today. Something she didn't allow all the men, perhaps of the hundreds of men she danced with, only three actually got to share the bed with her.

Seeing that everything was as welcoming as possible, Bellegere wore a satisfied expression as he felt the boat dock at the island and a young male voice sounded elegant and polite.

"What an honor for me to be received by a distant relative, I must say fate likes to be welcoming sometimes."

She turned to see who had entered and discovered that it was the most handsome young man she had ever seen in her life, which was quite surprising considering the number of men she had seen in her life as a courtesan.

His hair was white gold, relatively short, falling over his face, silky and shiny, framing a face that could enchant even women who didn't like men. Sharp features, elegant and powerful.

His eyes were a deep purple, beautiful, enchanting and mysterious. His slightly plump lips were curved into a warm and charming smile, with a hint of provocation.

Bellegere saw that he was tall, very tall, 187 cm (6'1). Black armor, intricately patterned with dragons, hugged a slightly muscular, high-shouldered body.

"Your Grace." Bellegere placed her hands on her stomach and leaned forward slightly, her sweet, silky voice capable of making men's hearts tremble in the presence of such a beautiful woman.

"Call me my prince, I'll be king when my grandmother crowns me." Aenar said, looking at the beautiful woman before him. And he had to admit, she was a sight for sore eyes.

Bellegere is young and lovely, with black hair, light brown skin and full breasts that almost burst out of her yellow silk dress. Her brown eyes were so elegant, gentle and seductive that they captured the focus that should have been on her body.

"My prince." Bellegere corrected her words as he gestured to the goose down pillows carefully placed in front of the table with all manner of drinks and delicacies.

Aenar nodded and sat down on the cushions. Even in his armor he felt comfortable at this point, he had been riding for hours. Even though the saddle prepared by the Red Faith was extremely comfortable, it was still a journey of hours.

Picking up the goblet containing the wine of Myr, Aenar drank, breathing a sigh of relief as the sweet taste relaxed his muscles.

Bellegere joined him as he drank, glancing occasionally at the crimson dragon that slept beneath the normally uninhabited island.

"He likes you." Aenar commented when he saw that her attention was on Caraxes. He didn't blame her, everyone would focus on Caraxes, after all, he was a beast that could crush a person as easily as an insect.

"I'm glad I won't be turned into dragon food." Bellegere smiled more sincerely at that moment, cracking a joke that made Aenar laugh, too.

"I haven't introduced myself, forgive my rudeness." Aenar spoke, looking at the woman who made the atmosphere more comfortable and hospitable just by her presence and words. "Aenar of House Targaryen, first my name, Rider of Caraxes, and other titles I'll have to leave out for now because it's too long."

A graceful and genuine laugh escaped Bellegere's plump lips, she covered her mouth with her hand and narrowed her eyes in amusement. "Many like to talk about their gigantic titles, my prince does the opposite~"

"What can I do, I've always been someone who didn't like long titles." Aenar smiled and replied in an equally amused and confident tone.

"Bellegere Otherys, my lord." The Black Pearl of Braavos introduced herself, refilling Aenar's wine glass. Her smile was seductive and graceful.

The Heir to the Iron Throne couldn't help but sigh at how extraordinarily charming this woman was.

Truthfully, in his previous life, Aenar wouldn't have had the courage to approach and speak to such a beautiful woman as casually as he did now, but in this life, he had gained self-confidence thanks to Queen Rhaenys, who had taught him how to behave and speak in front of women during her etiquette lessons.

Without realizing it, Aenar and Bellegere drank and began to chat, laughter filling the air around them. It wasn't hard to see that they were both enjoying each other's company.

However, Aenar's next question took Bellegere by surprise. "Won't you come back to Westeros with me in the future?"

"My prince is very straightforward." Bellegere joked in an amused tone. If it had been at the beginning of the conversation, she wouldn't have dared to be so casual and playful, but as it went on, she saw that Aenar was an amusing, handsome, elegant, and polite young man.

He practically embodied what it meant to be a prince in the eyes of every woman in the world. That's why she dared to be so casual and even playful during the conversation.

"But I must decline, the court will not be as comfortable as Braavos." Bellegere replied with a sigh. It would be a lie to say she wasn't tempted; being queen was one of the few powerful positions a woman could hold in this world.

However, she wasn't suited to court life, especially in Westeros, where she had heard so many conspiracies, deaths and murders. The young woman was so confident in her appearance that she thought Aenar was interested in making her his queen.

Aenar just shrugged his shoulders when he heard her refusal, it was just a causal idea he had after speaking for Bellegere for a while. Although if he had known Bellegere's thoughts, he would have been speechless. He didn't want to take her as his queen, but as a handmaiden at his side in the future.

Seeing that Aenar wasn't offended by his refusal, Bellegere felt even more at ease with him. Her soft, delicate, and voluptuous body was pressed against his as she gazed at him with a look that would make any man feel extremely flattered.

"Where are you going, my lord?" The courtesan asked.

"To Volantis to burn tens of thousands of men on horseback." Aenar replied, raising the goblet of wine to his lips while holding Bellegere's slender, soft waist.

Bellegere's body tensed for a moment, then relaxed. She wasn't tense from his touch, but from the casualness of killing tens of thousands of people. The young man she was clinging to right now might be as beautiful as poison, but he was actually an aspiring king, a king who wouldn't hesitate to kill tens of thousands.

This reminded her not to treat Aenar as a young man, but as the powerful and royal man he was.

"Do you think Ferrego will come?" Aenar asked in a curious tone, not knowing what the woman in his arms was thinking.

Bellegere recovered from her shock and replied with an equally amused smile. "He's probably coming right now, or he's sending the First Sword of Braavos to ask my prince to come to the Sea Lord's palace."

"Unfortunately for him, it's the others who come to me, not me who goes to them." Aenar said, making Bellegere's eyes shine with a glow of admiration that was hard to hide.

Men liked beautiful women, but women also liked heroes.

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