Game Of Thrones: The God-Emperor of Planetos

"If you don't know how to handle it, fear will consume your mind, maybe even drive you mad. Like my grandfather, Aerys II Targaryen." Aenar Targaryen.

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As Aenar and Bellegere spoke, Caraxes opened his red eyes and raised his head, noticing the arrival of a small barge approaching where his brother was.

ROARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!

A sharp, powerful roar came from his mouth as the dragon's eyes narrowed into a cold, fierce stare.

Bellegere was startled by the roar and almost jumped, drawing a laugh from Aenar.

"It's not very polite to laugh at a lady, my lord." Bellegere pursed his lips and spoke in a tone of dissatisfaction.

Aenar just smiled and looked at the barge that came closer and closer until it finally docked at the barge he was on.

Soon a man in black leather clothes, with medium-length brown hair and green eyes appeared in front of him, he didn't look more than forty years old, he was an experienced warrior from the way he walked. He had a sword at his waist, but it wasn't a long sword like the ones used in Westeros, it was a shorter, thinner sword.

The First Sword of Braavos - Qarro Volentin.

Qarro gulped as he saw the red eyes staring at him, cold and fierce. Facing this gigantic creature, he was no different than a child trying to fight an adult. No, worse than that, he was a baby trying to fight an adult.

The roar of the beast made him lose all his courage, and he wondered if taming it was really a human's job. He realized why Valiria was the most powerful country on the continent.

The First Sword turned his gaze to the two people present. Bellegere, whom he knew from accompanying the Sea Lord to important feasts, but the other one he had never met and was probably the master of the Crimson Beast.

He looked like a pure-blooded Valyrian, his hair seemed to be made of metal, shining like silver and gold, his purple eyes like amethysts. He was tall, but young, which worried me even more. Young people have always been the most impulsive in the world.

"Don't worry, First Sword. He probably won't eat you." Seeing the calm expression on his face, Aenar knew that the man was afraid, something normal after looking at Caraxes. He could probably count on his fingers how many people could really stay calm in the face of such a large dragon.

Although he knew that the young man wanted to scare him with his words, Qarro still tensed at the word "probably". It was a word that could be interpreted in many ways under the current circumstances.

"In front of you is Aenar of House Targaryen, First of his name, Rider of Caraxes, and many other titles he prefers not to mention at this time." Bellegere introduced Aenar with a smile on her lips. Her brown eyes couldn't hide the amusement she felt at the moment.

Qarro's heart beat faster as he listened to Bellegere's presentation, remembering how many times Queen Rhaella had come to the Sea Lord's Palace for help, only to be cruelly ignored and scorned by the noble families of Braavos.

"Don't be nervous, First Sword, if I saw you with bad intentions, Braavos wouldn't be whole right now." Noticing the nervousness in his eyes, Aenar's lips curved into a smile. He sipped his wine and spoke quietly. "I would have burned the whole city before you could have reacted properly."

Qarro felt a chill run through his body at the sight of those eyes, cold and indifferent, and though he smiled, his smile did not reach his eyes.

"Does Your Grace have a purpose in Braavos?" Qarro suppressed the churning in his chest and asked in a calm tone, but anyone could see that he was intimidated by the presence of the young man before him. From the beginning, the course of the conversation was dictated by Aenar and no one else.

"I don't think I owe you any satisfaction, First Sword." Aenar replied, narrowing his eyes. "I am not your vassal, and certainly not the Old Sea Lord's." That's what Qarro was worried about, what happens when you're young and have the greatest power in the world in your hands?

"Your Grace, the city of Braavos has its leader, and invading a city for that reason would be a very bad thing for both sides-" Before Qarro could finish, Aenar cut him off.

"War?" He spoke in an amused tone. "Or do you think you can threaten me like you threatened Jaehaerys I with the Faceless Men?"

Qarro's face darkened at Aenar's words, of course he knew about the theft of the three dragon eggs the Sea Lord had bought hundreds of years ago.

"I must remind you that the event of that year was resolved peacefully and the Sea Lord paid his debt to the Old King at that time." Qarro forced a smile and replied, trying to ease the growing tension.

Aenar didn't have to say anything, Caraxes moved his long neck through the air, his huge head standing next to the Barca, the reptilian red eye looking straight at Qarro. The crimson dragon bared his sharp teeth as if smiling. A particularly terrifying smile with the dragon's demonic face.

A menacing growl came from the dragon.

Qarro swallowed again, the smell of sulfur and smoke filling the air with a sense of impending destruction. He felt as if he were about to be swallowed and turned into dragon food.

But the atmosphere lightened with Aenar's next words.

"But you're right, our differences have indeed been resolved." He said, motioning for the First Sword of Braavos to sit before him. "Please, sit down."

Caraxes let out a guttural sound, expressing his dissatisfaction at not eating a baked treat, and retreated to lie on the floor while he regained his strength.

"Allow me to decline, Your Grace, but the Sea Lord urgently awaits my return." Qarro politely declined with an apologetic expression.

Taking a sip of wine, Aenar smiled and replied calmly. "I will be in Braavos for half a day, feel free to visit me anytime, First Sword or the Lord of the Sea himself."

Aenar's words made Qarro breathe a sigh of relief. Though he had not discovered the young Dragon Lord's purpose, he had at least confirmed that he had not come with ill intentions toward Braavos.

Turning to leave, Qarro was about to return to the boat he had arrived in, but stopped when he heard the young man's voice again. "Tell Ferrego not to interfere with Volantis or the Red Faith again, or I will be forced to act in defense of my followers."

Qarro's heart began to beat extremely fast. Volantis, the Red Faith, House Targaryen, with this information he was able to form a clear picture of the aspiring King of the Seven Kingdoms' intentions.

However, when he heard this, he couldn't help but take a deep breath. He hadn't really expected Prince Aenar to have not only a full-grown dragon, but also one of the Free Cities and the Red Faith behind him. He finally understood why Aenar was in Braavos; it wasn't just to rest, it was a warning and a veiled threat.

At the same time, he also knew Aenar's purpose; he was on his way to Volantis to fight the Dothraki horde!

"I was surprised to hear you mention some sensitive information of your own." Bellegere commented, sounding slightly surprised.

"Sensitive? No, I just showed him my strength, and if Ferrego is smart, he'll follow my lead." Aenar said, bringing the glass of wine to his lips and enjoying the drink once more. "Besides, only when there is equal strength can countries begin to negotiate. After all, strength determines everything in the world."

Bellegere smiled and found his confidence incredibly charming, as if he knew the future and had prepared for every action in advance.

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Palace of the Lord of the Sea.

Ferrego Antaryon, Sea Lord of Braavos, listened to Qarro's words in silence. His deep blue eyes were pensive. His pale, haggard face, as if he were suffering from some illness, wore a serious, dignified expression. How long had it been since he had been so despised? His city was invaded and he could do absolutely nothing or it would be reduced to ashes by a teenager from some dark, hidden hole in the world.

Was this how his ancestors felt when they were under Valiria's rule? That feeling of powerlessness really left a bitter taste.

At the same time, the knowledge of his words and of Volantis and the Red Faith made him feel cautious. The unbridled expansion and the creation of a powerful army had made all the Free Cities wary of Volantis.

Braavos was no different; even now, the Red Faith was spreading through his city like a rampant plague, impossible to control, and all because of a book that told stories he'd never heard before.

"Qarro, I'll send a letter to the court of the Seven Kingdoms, King Baratheon will be happy to know there's a Targaryen with a full-grown dragon." Ferrego spoke as he took a quill, the tip moistened with ink, and began to write on the paper.

"Won't that make us an enemy of Prince Targaryen?" Qarro asked worriedly, for unlike the Sea Lord, he had seen the dragon in person. He didn't think the hundred-year-old relics could pose any danger to the majestic creature.

"You are wrong, Qarro. He wants me to do this, he wants the prestige and power that comes with it, and there's nothing more prestigious than burning an army of sixty thousand men alive. He wants everyone to know of their deeds." Without raising his head, Ferrego replied in a calm tone.

Qarro remained silent; as Ferrego had said, Aenar needed prestige to begin his reconquest. And Prince Targaryen obviously had a very well thought out plan to create that prestige.

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