Game Of Thrones: The God-Emperor of Planetos

"It is impossible to live in the past, difficult to live in the present, and a waste to live in the future." Aenar Targaryen, after living a lifetime in the future.

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Honestly, Aenar's proposal made all the lords accept with great joy. Going to war meant they could die.

Who would die if they could stay alive? So even if Robert hadn't accepted, many would have convinced the king to accept the duel to the death.

"My king, if you wish, we will fight to the death." The lords of the Stormlands did not hesitate to stand by their king and lord. They were ready to die. Of course, some were obviously not ready for it.

"No need, I will accept King Aenar's proposal." Robert said with a hint of respect when he mentioned Aenar. Even though he didn't like the boy's lineage, he had to admit that the boy was truly someone to admire, especially his courage and bravery.

"Let's head for the hill west of Lannisport," Robert said before mounting his horse. Thousands of horses advanced at King Baratheon's command and departed without delay.

Hundreds of flags with different coats of arms fluttered in the wind as the armies of House Lannister and Baratheon remained in Lannisport without moving.

Robert still felt pain in many parts of his body. After all, he had been wounded in the battle against Visenya, and even today, he had not recovered, which was normal, given that he had nothing but a mortal body.

However, in the face of the fight that was about to take place, Robert did not care about these minor details and remained steadfast on his horse.

After about an hour, Robert's one eye saw a hill on the horizon, a giant red dragon flying through the sky with its immense wings. Although it was not the first time he had seen the beast, he wondered how humans could tame such beasts.

Next to the dragon, another bronze-colored dragon flew around the crimson dragon, but it was small compared to the giant crimson one. He knew the names of the dragon and the rider.

Vermithor, dragon of Queen Rhaella, the Widow Queen.

The king of the Seven Kingdoms did not seem afraid and rode steadily toward the hill. The warhammer was firmly held in his hand.

Arriving at the hill, Robert saw a makeshift arena. The flags of House Targaryen surrounded the place. He saw countless nobles in the place. From the north, from the Riverlands, from the Vale, and even from Dorne.

The atmosphere was more than tense, everyone seemed excited and tense at the same time. Excited to witness such a legendary duel, tense because of the huge crimson beast above them.

Robert couldn't help but snort coldly; he felt like an animal on display for the nobles. However, he knew this was inevitable, so with his head held high proudly, he arrived with an imposing and arrogant aura.

Inside a makeshift tent, Aenar was putting on his armor with the help of his grandmother.

Rhaella buckled the breastplate firmly and showed a satisfied expression, apparently very pleased with her work of art.

"You've gotten bigger, Aenar," she said with an amused laugh. "My poor daughter must have suffered in bed."

Aenar couldn't help but roll his eyes at his grandmother's words. Suffered in bed? The woman had the best night of her life, how could she have suffered!

"You should ask her if she suffered," Aenar said with a laugh, but didn't go into details for obvious reasons. Who would talk about their intimate life to their relatives?

Rhaella smiled and didn't ask any more questions. Knowing how her daughter had been deflowered was definitely not part of her plans.

Suddenly, hearing a sound from outside, Rhaella's expression became dignified and the amusement disappeared from her face. "Robert has arrived." There was a faint thirst for blood in her voice.

Her son's killer had arrived, how could she not have murderous thoughts? If it weren't for her weakness and inability to defeat Robert, she would be wearing armor herself.

"He will die, Grandmother." Aenar said in a calm and indifferent tone. He took his sword, Lady Lya, in his hand and looked at his grandmother with a solemn expression.

"I believe in you." Rhaella's expression softened as she heard Aenar's words. She looked at the young king before her with admiration.

At six feet tall, he was taller than any man she had ever seen in her life. Silver armor covered his body like a mountain of steel.

Beneath the armor, a red cloak with gold thread made him look even more powerful and princely. His white-gold hair was short and smooth, showing off his handsome face.

No matter how hard she looked, Aenar looked like a king from head to toe. A true conquering king, just like the true kings of House Targaryen.

"Go and kill him." Rhaella spoke with an incredibly murderous tone.

Aenar smiled and bowed slightly to his grandmother. "As the queen dowager commands, I will bring his head to the queen."

Rhaella looked satisfied and watched Aenar leave the tent with a calm, deep gaze. She murmured sadly, remembering her son. "Rhaegar, your death will be avenged today."

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As soon as Aenar left the tent, the applause could not have been louder or more thunderous.

The nobles simply went wild with Aenar's entrance into the arena. They stood up and shouted with all their force.

"Kill him!!! Kill him!!! Kill him!!!"

"King Versus King!!!"

"Long live Aenar of House Targaryen!!!"

Aenar smiled at the crowd with a charismatic and gentle smile. However, his attention was soon captured by the tall, powerful man in the middle of the arena.

Amidst the shouts and cheers, Robert approached Aenar and said in a sarcastic tone. "They think you're a benevolent king with your cheerful and charismatic smile, but I can see that you're a monster."

"Calling me a monster is rather rude, your grace." Aenar seemed genuinely offended by Robert's words. But then his smile disappeared.

"But as you say, I will indeed put an end to the good days of these nobles." Aenar said with a cold stare.

Robert was not surprised by Aenar's words. Although he had not known the boy for long, as king, he knew something that others did not. Aenar was a monster insatiable for control; he would never allow the nobles to enjoy the privileges of their nobility without any responsibility.

"They have no idea that the old days are about to end."

Aenar said with a smile. "It will be a world where the nobility will not have so many privileges and the commoners could hold positions of power."

Robert's eyes widened at Aenar's words. Although he imagined that Aenar's plans were far from simple, he did not expect the boy to actually want to subvert the entire system of nobility.

As far as he knew, Aegon V had attempted some reforms in this regard, but when the king tried to do so, the Red Keep was filled with nobles preventing it from happening.

The plans had not even begun, and King Aegon V found himself powerless against the overwhelming power of the nobles. But Robert did not think the same would happen to Aenar.

Unlike Aegon V, Aenar I had dragons, an absolute weapon to deter rebellious nobles.

"I really want to see the expressions of those nobles when they find out that their good life is destined to be wiped out." Robert said with a low, amused laugh, something that Aenar imitated. Both were laughing, looking like old friends after a long reunion.

When the cheers and shouts subsided, Robert and Aenar's laughter ceased completely. They looked at each other and walked away while staring intently at each other.

"My sword took one of your eyes," Aenar commented, looking at Robert's bandaged eye. "She can be quite wild."

"If she weren't a Targaryen, I might have kidnapped her from you." Robert nodded and said with a sarcastic tone.

Aenar narrowed his eyes and showed a slight thirst for blood. Although he didn't seem like it, he was somewhat possessive; he didn't like others coveting his wives, especially someone like Robert.

"This sword is called Lady Lya." Aenar said in a cold tone. "She will cut off your head."

Robert looked at the sword in Aenar's hand and narrowed his eyes. He could see that it was no simple sword; it was made of star steel. The same material as the legendary sword of House Dayne.

"My armor and hammer won't be able to hold out for long against that sword." Robert muttered to himself with a solemn look.

At the same time, he couldn't help but feel the irony in Aenar's words, reminding him that the sword was named Lady Lya. He was practically saying that Lyanna would kill him.

In his eyes, Aenar couldn't have been more ironic and sarcastic at that moment.

Holding the hammer more firmly, Robert took a deep breath and stepped forward.

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