Game Of Thrones: The God-Emperor of Planetos

"Marriage is a strange thing, a sacred union, but at the same time, a chain that binds a man and a woman. Still, we accept these chains for the person we love." Aenar's thoughts as he watched Visenya enter the hall.

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Aenar looked at the chessboard in front of him and moved a pawn from one square to another. He looked thoughtful and moved a piece again, this time advancing a rook toward the edge of the board.

Only when he was satisfied with the formation did he look at the three Primarchs kneeling before him.

"I know your concerns, there is no need to worry about anything." Aenar said in a calm and indifferent tone. Having two Apostles in Oldtown was indeed a surprise, but he was not really worried.

The god of chaos was still in gestation and could not transfer much power to the apostle.

"Even if he has fled, he will try to create an evil cult to spread the faith of the god of chaos. When that happens, the Apostle will no longer be able to hide and his location will be revealed." Aenar said, looking back at the chessboard. As long as the God of Chaos was being conceived in the Warp, the Apostle would never have enough power to escape his sight.

"He may also try to join the Night King..." Aenar muttered with a smile on his lips. He was sensing that the Night King was getting closer and closer to the Wall; it was very likely that the Plague Apostle would join the Night King.

"That's good, it's very good that everyone is friends." Aenar continued to mutter with an ever-widening smile.

Turning his gaze back to the three Primarchs, Aenar could see that all three of them had helpless and guilty expressions, even his words had no effect on their feelings.

"You guys are really annoying, I'm telling you everything is fine, so everything is fine, or don't you trust me anymore?" Aenar said with a slightly angry tone. But that was enough to change the entire atmosphere of the room.

"We dare not, my emperor." Sanguinius was the first to give in, while the other two followed the boy's example.

"The Emperor is always right," Titus said in a calm tone, finally regaining his usually resolute expression.

Sigismund didn't say much and just nodded his head, agreeing with Aenar's words.

None of the three wanted the emperor to be angry; they were just angry at themselves for not following his orders.

"You did a good job, especially you, Sanguinius." Aenar nodded and said. "Especially the two boys you brought."

Sanguinius looked at Aenar with a shocked look. He really didn't expect two random boys to catch the emperor's attention. Then, his eyes lit up as if he was thinking of something.

"Will they be my brothers?" Sanguinius asked, not afraid of offending Aenar, which made Titus and Sanguinius look at him with a rude look. They were obviously dissatisfied that Sanguinius dared to question the king.

"Yes, but that will be in the future." Aenar smiled and replied, looking at Sanguinius with a satisfied look. He hadn't expected two future Primarchs to be in Oldtown, which was a really nice surprise.

Horus in particular caught Aenar's attention; the boy was simply brilliant when it came to military tactics. He was worthy of being the Warmaster he would choose in the future when he retired back to Planetos.

"Sigismund, we will begin our march to Casterly Rock tomorrow." Aenar left the future Primarchs aside and spoke in a serious tone; he would march to Casterly Rock to have his final confrontation with Robert.

At the same time, his wedding would take place in a few hours, he could not waste any more time.

"All troops will be ready to march at first light tomorrow."

Sigismund promised in a cold tone.

Aenar nodded and looked at Sanguinius and said, "Return to the North and we will see you at the Wall after the Conquest of the Western Lands."

Sanguinius nodded and quickly disappeared from the emperor's sight. He was still feeling guilty for not successfully completing his first mission.

"Damned apostle, I will find you and burn your heretical soul under my holy flames," muttered the boy with an expression full of rage, remembering the emperor's calm expression. Today was the emperor's wedding day, but instead of bringing good news, he brought bad news. It could be said that the one-and-a-half-year-old boy was truly furious.

"Titus, I leave Daenerys' safety in your hands." Looking at the last Primarch in the resint, Aenar said, looking at the robust young man.

"Yes, my emperor." Titus replied solemnly, then stood up and left the room, leaving Aenar alone with Leda, who had been silent until then.

"Sometimes plans have to change," Aenar muttered to himself as he moved the bishop a few squares forward. "But nothing to really worry about."

Honestly, the only thing Aenar was really concerned about were the Chaos Gods, who were still in control of the Warp. Apart from them, even the evil gods of Essos were nothing more than a minor problem in his eyes.

"Leda, how are the wedding preparations going?" Aenar asked, still staring at the chessboard.

"Queen Dowager Rhaella and Princess Dornese, Arianne have already prepared everything," Leda replied in a calm, indifferent tone.

Seeing her expression, Aenar's lips curled into a teasing smile. "If you want, I can add you to the wedding."

Leda rolled her eyes and replied in an even colder tone. "I am a sword and Lady Commander of the Royal Guard. I have set aside my identity as a woman and wife, my king."

Aenar laughed at his cousin's words, but did not tease the girl any further; he had already had enough fun with this exchange.

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In Visenya's room, women came and went hurriedly, but there were smiles on the faces of all the women present.

Rhaella, who had returned from King's Landing, looked at her eldest daughter with eyes full of emotion.

"Look at you, my sweet, lovely little girl about to be married," she said as she adjusted the cloak around Visenya's shoulders.

"Mother, don't cry at my wedding, I don't want to cry too," Visenya said to her mother as one of the maids placed the crown on her silver hair. About to officially become queen, she felt her heart beating faster than ever.

She had entered the battlefield, fought Robert, and killed people, but she had never felt nervous, only the purest emotion of killing. But here she was, her hands shaking with nervousness.

"I won't cry," Rhaella said as she gently kissed Visenya's hair. Stroking her daughter's hair, she continued in a gentle tone. "After the wedding, you must stop participating in wars and focus on the battlefield that all women fight on."

"Pregnancy."

Visenya showed little reaction to her mother's words. As queen and wife, she had a duty to the kingdom and to her husband to give them an heir. It was a duty she had always known she would fulfill.

"I know, but I would like to fight in a few more wars before I get pregnant." Visenya said with a calm look and did not seem concerned about one of the most important events in a woman's life.

After going through the Rite of Blood, Visenya was not afraid of dying in childbirth like other queens and princesses of House Targaryen, so she was not really concerned about getting pregnant.

"And you, Mother," Visenya said. "I heard that Lord Velaryon was quite close to you."

Rhaella shook her head and spoke in a gentler, warmer tone. "I feel no desire after what I've been through, my dear. Monford is a good man, but I will not marry again."

Rhaella really felt no desire for men or women; she just wanted to live her life with her family and nothing else. It was a simple desire, but throughout her life, it had been extremely difficult to achieve.

Now that she had this possibility, she would not risk her happiness for a mere carnal desire.

Visenya's expression was complicated. In her eyes, she would rather her mother be happy with someone, but knowing what she had gone through at the hands of Aerys, she could understand why her mother didn't want another romantic relationship.

Suddenly, a long, powerful bell rang out through the castles. It was the signal that everyone was ready.

"Let's go," Visenya said as she stood up.

The young queen was wearing a long, beautiful red dress with black embroidery. A simple, elegant neckline could be seen while the sleeves of the dress covered the entire length of her arms. Under her shoulders, a short black cloak with the House Targaryen crest kept her warm.

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Hall of a Hundred Hearths

Aenar was wearing red and black clothes. On one of his shoulders, a purple cloak fell straight down his body, while a Valyrian steel crown studded with rubies sat atop his white-gold hair.

He stood near the throne next to Kinvara, who wore a long red dress and held a Bible in her hand.

Aenar could feel everyone's gaze focused on him, but he remained calm and indifferent. His purple eyes were focused on the entrance to the hall, waiting for his wife to arrive and dazzle everyone with her beauty.

"Are you nervous, Your Grace?" Kinvara asked with an elegant smile.

"No." Aenar said firmly. "I already considered her my wife long before."

Kinvara nodded and smiled, looking at Aenar's increasingly mature face. She couldn't help but remember when she first met Aenar. A thin, delicate boy with striking purple eyes. In the blink of eight years, he had transformed into a man who was about to conquer an entire continent.

Suddenly, the doors to the hall opened and everyone turned their gaze toward the entrance.

Under the eyes of all the lords and ladies present, Visenya entered the room accompanied by Rhaella.

Aenar didn't know why, but he felt that Visenya was infinitely more beautiful at that moment, even though she was wearing equally beautiful clothes. Without realizing it, a gentle and warm smile appeared on his lips.

Visenya didn't care about the looks on her, and focused entirely on the man near the throne, waiting for her with a warm and gentle smile.

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