Game Of Thrones: The God-Emperor of Planetos

"Cersei, I betrayed you and you betrayed me, we are disgusting and terrible beings." The thoughts of Robert I Baratheon watching Cersei's back as she left the room.

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When the sun rose on the horizon, it entered the bedroom window like tentacles of light, waking Aenar, who sat up in bed and scratched his hair. He looked to the side and saw Visenya lying naked on her stomach, her beautiful back showing traces of what had happened the night before.

Kissing one of her shoulders tenderly, Aenar whispered gently in her ear. "Good morning, my queen."

Visenya let out a reluctant moan and opened her eyes, she hugged the sheets and covered her nakedness. Looking at the exquisitely beautiful face next to her, she showed a beautiful happy smile. "Good morning, my king."

"It seems you have failed." Aenar said as he lay down with only a thin sheet covering his lower region. Visenya took advantage and lay down on his chest while quickly kissing his chest.

"When I get stronger, I will defeat you in bed." Visenya heard Aenar's words and replied with a happy laugh.

Any other woman would still be unconscious from Aenar's battle power in bed, but after going through the Blood Ritual, she recovered quickly. That was her confidence in defeating her husband in bed, but it proved to be terribly wrong and pleasurable. She couldn't recover her stamina faster than she spent it.

Aenar let out a low, deep laugh, but did not respond. He did not want to destroy Visenya's expectations, so he remained silent while just looking at her with an amused look.

"Do you have to go?" Visenya asked, closing her eyes as she enjoyed the warmth and feeling of security she felt in her husband's arms.

"Yes, but I'll be back soon, and we'll leave for the North together." Aenar stroked her hair as he looked up at the sun rising higher in the blue sky.

"Kill Robert and come back to your wife. I'll keep the bed warm for your arrival," Visenya said in a sensual and very daring tone. It was something she didn't usually say, even in bed.

Aenar simply kissed Visenya's forehead and left the bed without showing any sign of reluctance. Although pleasure was a good thing, he knew he couldn't lose himself in that feeling.

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The Westerlands, Home of House Lannister, Lannisport.

"Father, are you okay?" Myrcella asked as she gently cleaned the wound on her father's body. She looked up at the tall, powerful man before her with a worried look.

Feeling his daughter's concern, Robert felt that everything he was doing was worth it. Although Aenar would not harm his daughter and son, he knew that others might.

Ignoring the pain in his eye, Robert raised his hand and stroked his daughter's soft hair with a smile that showed his white teeth. "Don't worry, my little deer, I won't die."

Although he said this, he himself knew that his life would hardly be long.

Robert had no doubt that he would die in the next battle. He had lost an eye, which alone would put him at a huge disadvantage in battle.

But Robert didn't care. He just wanted to leave a legacy for his descendants, a little prestige so that the Stormlands would help Tommen and Myrcella.

"Myrcella, your brother is still young, and your mother is a woman blinded by power, narcissism, and greed," Robert said in a serious tone. "If I lose the war, I have already asked Stannis to take you both to Storm's End."

"And Joffrey?" Myrcella held her father's hand and asked in a confused tone.

"As heir to the throne, he will die." Robert said with a tone indifferent to the life and death of his firstborn son. Joffrey was a monster even worse than Aerys, how could he care about the life of such a being?

Myrcella turned pale at her father's words, but showed a determined expression. "Father, if I beg King Aenar, will he spare his life?"

Showing a gentle and warm smile, Robert looked at Myrcella and spoke in a soft tone. "My sweet daughter, this is a fight between kings, only one can survive in the end."

Robert regretted not spending more time with his son and daughter. Only now did he understand why Ned always said that family was more important.

"But don't worry, the boy said he wouldn't hurt you, Tommen, or even Cersei." Knowing that his daughter was afraid of what would happen in the future, Robert repeated the promise Aenar had made to him.

However, Myrcella did not seem happy to survive; she just started crying, thinking that she might survive at the expense of her father's life.

Although Robert was incompetent and a terrible king to other people, Myrcella always remembered her father as a good father who came to her room on stormy nights and told her stories of the ancient kings.

Tommen and she always had Robert's love and affection, that never changed, despite the rumors she heard about her true lineage.

Seeing the girl crying, Robert's gaze softened and he began to laugh. "HAHAHA!!! Don't worry, little deer, your father will win the war and come back to you."

"I still have to see you get married and have children." Robert said with a big smile as he ruffled his daughter's hair.

Myrcella sniffed, not believing her father's words. She had heard of the power of King Aenar and the terrible crimson dragon that devoured entire armies. How could her father fight two such terrible beings?

Robert looked at his daughter and saw clearly the image of Cersei in the girl. A trace of guilt flashed in his eyes.

Taking a deep breath, King Baratheon was about to break his daughter's heart, for it was safer for her and Tommen.

"Myrcella, you must hate me," Robert said in a calm tone. Ignoring Myrcella's shocked look, he continued speaking. "I beat your mother, humiliated her in many ways, I slept with thousands of whores."

The grand and sacred image Myrcella had of her father seemed to crumble as she listened to Robert's words. She could never have imagined that her father could do something like that to her mother. Wasn't marriage sacred? How could he do something like that to her mother?

Seeing the look of disbelief and pain on his daughter's face, Robert endured the agonizing pain in his chest and continued to look at her with a calm and indifferent tone.

"Go, and don't come back."

Even though she was intelligent for her age, how could Myrcella understand Robert's intentions? The girl cried even harder and ran out of the room.

"Just hate me and renounce my name, and you'll live a long life, little deer." Robert muttered while maintaining a calm expression. Although it hurt to shatter the image of omnipotence that a daughter had of her father, as a man he had to endure something that women would never understand.

Suddenly, the door flew open, and a stunning blonde woman with green eyes entered the room with an expression full of rage.

"What did you say to Myrcella!?" she said, practically growling. "She's crying in her room!"

"I just told her what a bad man I am, Cersei." Robert said indifferently. "Only that way will she be able to survive in the future."

Looking at the man before her, Cersei took a deep breath, but found it difficult to contain the anger that was about to explode. But seeing his indifferent expression, she knew that her husband would not try to repair his relationship with their daughter.

"Robert, we have to pay the ransom for my father." Changing the subject, Cersei said in a dark and desolate tone. The mere memory that Jaime was really dead made her faint when she heard the news. The world seemed incomplete after Jaime's death, but she had to stay strong for her sons and daughter.

"You think King Targaryen will ask for ransom?" Robert sounded like he had heard something extremely funny. Pay for Tywin's release? He would be surprised if the Lord of Casterly Rock was still alive at this point.

House Targaryen might hate him, but they hated Tywin Lannister even more.

"We have to try, we can't leave my father at the mercy of our enemies." Cersei clenched her teeth and spoke, trying to remain calm, but anyone could see the sadness, fear, and anger in her eyes.

"That's impossible, we can't invade the enemy army just to rescue your father." Robert rejected her proposal without hesitation. How could he lose the advantage of Casterly Rock to save Tywin?

Cersei's eyes widened as she heard her husband and king's refusal. She never imagined that Robert would refuse to rescue her father. This was Tywin Lannister, the richest and most powerful man on the continent. How could he not rescue someone so important?

"I lost my brother, now you want me to lose my father!?" Cersei shouted as she approached Robert, completely furious. Her anger, fear, and sadness exploded in a single moment.

*Sound of a slap*

Touching her cheek, Cersei looked at Robert in disbelief.

"Calm down and think clearly." Robert showed no remorse for hitting Cersei. "It's impossible to rescue Tywin, he must be dead by now."

"We have to focus on holding out long enough for the enemy's food to run out and for them to retreat," Robert said in a cold, indifferent tone.

"ROBERT!!!" A furious scream came out of Cersei's mouth. "I HATE YOU!!!"

"HAHAHAHA!!!"

With a malicious look, Cersei stared at Robert with a gaze full of hatred, like a poisonous snake about to attack its prey. "You know what's funny?"

For some reason, Robert felt a bad feeling hearing Cersei's sarcastic, poisonous, and cruel tone.

"Joffrey, Myrcella, and Tommen were never your children, they were Jaime's." She said as she enjoyed Robert's surprised expression.

"You know what's even funnier?" Cersei whispered cruelly. "I had a child with you, but I drank the Moon Tea."

However, contrary to the roar of pain or even anger she expected to hear, Cersei heard nothing, she only got a calm and pitying look.

"I kind of knew," Robert said in a cold, slightly murderous tone. "Even Jocelyn Baratheon, who was half Targaryen, had black hair and eyes. How could my children not have black hair?"

"At first I was furious, but I accepted it," Robert said indifferently. "I betrayed you thousands of times, so it's only fair that you betrayed me."

"But it's good this way, Tommen and Myrcella can be free of the Baratheon name." Although he knew he was not the father of his son and daughter, Robert remained indifferent.

He was raised by Jon Arryn, who taught him that those who raise and educate you are your true parents. Blood is irrelevant without feelings.

Cersei felt as if she had punched a pillow. She wanted to make Robert feel the pain she was feeling, but seeing his indifferent expression, the current regent of Lannisport turned and left the room.

As soon as Cersei left the room, Stannis entered with a solemn expression. He didn't care why Cersei and Robert were fighting, as he had more important things to do than meddle in his brother's relationship.

"What happened?" Seeing Stannis' solemn expression, Robert asked with an equally solemn expression.

"King Aenar sent a letter for you," Stannis said as he handed the letter to Robert.

Robert opened the letter and read its contents without hesitation.

"Dear cousin, I hope you are healthy and strong.

I will get straight to the point. I do not want to fight another war, so let us settle this as in the old days.

You and I will fight to the death in front of everyone. If you accept, I will be waiting for you in the arena I will prepare for our fight.

From Aenar Targaryen to Robert Baratheon."

"So, something serious?" Stannis asked, seeing Robert's thoughtful expression.

"He doesn't want a war, he wants a battle to the death, just him and me." Robert replied as he rose from his bed.

"Help me into my armor and bring me my hammer, brother." Robert ordered calmly, but Stannis felt an intense thirst for blood.

"If he wishes to fight to the death, I will grant him his wish." Robert said with a cold expression.

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