Game Of Thrones: The God-Emperor of Planetos

"Fate likes to play with people, especially in a cruel and sadistic way." Aenar Targaryen.

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Brynden let out a genuine sigh of admiration, the beast was bigger than any boat in the world, every part of it was a weapon capable of easily killing any human. He didn't doubt for a moment that the dragon in front of him could reduce King's Landing to ashes in just a few minutes.

"Caraxes, the same name as the dragon of the Rogue Prince, Daemom Targaryen, and the name of the god of war and violence in Ancient Valyria." Brynden looked at the blood crimson dragon and found the name appropriate for the future of House Targaryen.

It had been a long time since he had felt so alive, the weight that had always been on his shoulders lighter than ever, knowing that even if he died, House Targaryen would survive with Jon.

That alone was the best medicine for his tired, decaying soul, he felt thirty again, full of energy and hope for the future.

"I don't know your name, nephew." Brynden smiled and his one lilac eye looked at the boy with a gentle gaze, as a grandfather would look at his grandson.

"Actually Jon Snow, but my real name is Aenar Targaryen." Jon didn't hesitate to answer his great-uncle's question.

"Aenar." Brynden chewed the name in his mouth and smiled, it was a fitting name for the king who would establish the Targaryen Dynasty once again in Westeros. For House Targaryen, the name Aenar had come to be regarded as unconditional trust in their kin over the centuries.

If Aenar Targaryen the Exiled had not trusted his daughter, Daenys the Dreamer, House Targaryen would have perished, as would all thirty-nine Dragon Lords of Valyria.

It was only by trusting in his daughter that the Patriarch of House Targaryen sold all the family's property and settled on an island at the edge of Essos along with his dragons, slaves and wealth.

Suddenly, Brynden's vision blurred momentarily and a feeling of dizziness made his brain reel.

"Aenar, I don't have much time. We'll talk later, but before I go, there are two items you should take, they're with Aemon, Maekar's son. Aemon is serving as Meister at Castle Black." Brynden commented, feeling the weight of his powers reappear in his body.

Jon nodded and before he could do anything, he felt his vision darken. He woke up and found himself back in the cold room with the fire still burning in orange flames. It felt like hours had passed in the dream, but it hadn't been half an hour in the real world.

He didn't get up and stood leaning against the tree while hugging his sword, Lady Lya. It felt like he was hugging his mother, it was his way of thinking that she was always with him, killing anyone who dared to hurt him.

Jon couldn't help but think of Brynden's words. Two presents? Although he was curious, he didn't look into the future with his Prescience and wanted to see for himself what surprise Brynden could bring him.

"A few more days..." Muttering to himself, Jon closed his eyes and rested, he didn't sleep, he just had his eyes closed.

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On the white snow, a drop of blood dripped from the sharp point of the sword and stained the immaculate color a shade of red.

Jon looked at the corpses around him and remained indifferent. The corpses were men wearing traditional northern clothing, all with a clean wound to the throat while the eyes of all the corpses were still open as if they couldn't believe they had died.

Warm blood dripped from their necks onto the snow, where it quickly froze when it came into contact with the snow, creating pools of frozen blood.

It wasn't the first time Jon had taken human life and it definitely wouldn't be the last. The first time, he threw up all his breakfast, but after killing a few more times, he began to get used to taking lives, but he knew that this familiarity was a terrible fact.

He had to control his bloodlust or he would kill a man on any whim in the distant future, something he didn't want to happen.

Sheathing Lady Lya in the scabbard, the sword went in with a slashing sound. Jon looked at the five corpses for a moment and got back on his horse. As for burying their bodies, he didn't even bother doing the work, the animals would do it for him.

Jon grabbed the reins and shook them as the horse began to ride again. Northern horses were tall and robust, had a thicker coat to protect them from the cold and were especially docile and fierce when the need arose.

They were the favorite horses of the Northern Lords. They weren't cheap, apart from the care they needed, they cost a commoner's house.

It had been days since he had found Brynden and the three Savages. Every night when he closed his eyes, he dreamt of Brynden, the two of them sharing their ideas and advice for the future of the war.

Having someone as experienced as Brynden helped him to see certain angles that he hadn't considered before. Advice that Jon was very grateful for, as he had forgotten important points before.

Especially when it came to the Crown's marine forces.

Brynden told him to seek out the Lord of Driftmark, Monford Velaryon, and the man would bend the knee to him when he proved that he really was Rhaegar's son.

According to Brynden, by getting Monford, he could have around 30% to 40% of the Crown's ships without any problem. It was an efficient way to strike a blow at House Baratheon's back at the right time. Imagine in a decisive war, 40% of the ships would attack their allies from behind.

This made Jon realize that he shouldn't ignore certain Noble Houses because he had a dragon, dragons were the sharpest weapons against the Lords and Ladys of Westeros and the people were their toughest shield.

As the horse rode swiftly along the King's Road, Jon gradually saw a gigantic wall of ice rising towards the sky. The image of such a huge construction made in medieval times was enough to make Jon admire human ingenuity.

The Wall was mainly made of ice, it was 300 miles (482 km) long, and its height was an impressive 700 feet (213 meters). It was such a spectacular sight that Jon held his breath for a moment, afraid that his breathing would somehow affect the way he remembered the Wall.

Snapping out of his stupor, Jon continued riding, arriving in front of a stone wall and imposing wooden gates. Before entering, he pulled the hood of his cloak over his face and approached. He couldn't be recognized by his father's old comrades-in-arms.

Even if it made him look even more suspicious, he didn't care. The raven sent by his uncle should have already arrived, announcing his imminent arrival.

"Whoever approaches Castle Black!!!" Above the stone wall, a man shouted towards the lone figure riding the horse.

"Jon Snow of Winterfell." Jon replied in an equally loud voice.

After a moment's silence, the gates opened and Jon shook the reins and rode forward on his horse. Castle Black wasn't really a castle, it was more like a fortress, there was only one wall in the north of the castle, with no other walls to defend it.

It looked old and obviously lacked maintenance in many parts, another thing he noticed was that most of the buildings were made of wood, which if you think about the cold and extremely wet climate, was definitely not the best material to build with, but everything seemed in order.

As soon as Jon entered Castle Black, he felt countless eyes on him, which he thought was normal, it wasn't every day that someone came to Castle Black. Many of the eyes were calm, only a few showed a real interest in his presence in this place.

Jon looked around and couldn't find the figure of Benjen, his uncle who had joined the Night's Watch ten years ago. Unlike Eddard, Benjen was a tall and very cheerful man, not at all like his older brother.

As Jon was looking around, a man dressed in black approached him. He noticed that the man was a slim man in his fifties with striking features.

His physique appeared to be lean and hard, as well as compact and muscular. His black eyes resembled onyx or obsidian, and his black hair was streaked with gray.

Alliser Thorne and in another reality, his killer. Funny that the man killed the son of the man he swore allegiance to.

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