Game Of Thrones: The God-Emperor of Planetos

"My imperial father is a complicated man; he wants to be a good person, but the universe begs him to be evil. Perhaps it's because the entire weight of the known universe rests on his shoulders. But it's good that it's this way; good people don't live long." Naerys Targaryen, Third Imperial Princess of the Imperium of Humanity, the Holy Princess.

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Walking through the corridors of the Red Keep, Aenar walked and didn't even look at the people kneeling with their foreheads on the ground. The sacred chants these people sang gave him no happiness. There was a deep exhaustion in his eyes, but his face was as expressionless as it could appear at this moment.

Aenar had spent three months in the Warp dimension, searching for Rifts in the Veil. Honestly, Aenar felt a bit lucky. Using the purified Warp powers from the Ruby Throne, he managed to spread his consciousness for 40,000 light-years. He managed to see everything, planets and stars, but that wasn't what he was looking for, but where the Veil was thinnest, an ideal location for Chaos to invade in the future.

Aenar discovered there was a Warp rift within those 40,000 light-years; it wasn't small, but it wasn't large either. Spanning seven light-years in diameter. Fortunately, the Chaos gods were not born, so there were no demonic troops to colonize the worlds near the Rift.

However, although Aenar hadn't found a large Warp rift, he could feel an extremely large one, at least 200,000 light-years away. It was so vast that even at that distance, remnants of psychic power could be felt after millions of years spreading across the vastness of the universe.

Another unpleasant thing was that Aenar sensed an alien civilization 120,000 light-years away. It was located in the eastern part of the galaxy. Fortunately, it was far and they couldn't explore to the west, where Planetos was located.

This somewhat alleviated Aenar's concerns; he didn't want to face an intergalactic war so soon. Especially when human civilization hadn't even taken its first steps into space exploration. However, such a thing takes time, and he's not in a hurry either. In five hundred years, humanity would be ready to colonize planets.

If Rhaenys can manifest rare metals, that time could be even shorter, about three hundred years. For with the right metals, Aenar can implement the technology he wanted to develop.

Yes, he wanted to create an auxiliary technology tree for the Imperium of Humanity. Using Warp energy was too exhausting; he would have to sit on the Ruby Throne for hundreds of thousands of years just to provide safe psychic energy for the entire Imperium of Humanity.

This was impossible. He had to fight the Ruinous Powers of Chaos, and maintaining an intergalactic empire while fighting such beings was asking to lose the war. So, Aenar wanted to create a technology tree to be used by the empire while Warp energy was used in more special cases.

Fortunately, his two wives, Daenerys and Visenya, had space and time abilities, respectively. They could help in the creation of the Special Warp Drive and weapons of mass destruction.

This will alleviate Aenar's burden to the point that no one had any idea how much his adorable wives were helping him. Remembering his family, Aenar's indifferent expression dissipated like ice exposed to the sun; he showed a smile and slightly quickened his steps.

Leda, three meters tall, wearing beautiful white armor, stood behind the emperor with her fist on her sword. The woman seemed to have grown older and incredibly colder, if that was possible.

She always seemed eternally behind Aenar, always protecting him and taking care of him as much as possible.

Seeing the Emperor more relaxed at this moment, a trace of relief appeared on Leda's face; only she knew how much the Emperor had to work every day on that Ruby Throne; he seemed like he would spend an eternity sitting on the Ruby Throne, always working for the good of humanity.

Seeing him so relaxed made the Lady Commander of the Royal Guard sincerely happy. Leda also quickened her steps and accompanied the Emperor with a slight smile on her lips. She felt satisfied being always behind Aenar. Like a sword, always being his blade.

As soon as Aenar entered the dining hall, he saw all six of his children, sons and daughters; all were sitting elegantly in their seats, some conversing with each other while others just remained silent.

Aenar's eyes fell upon his three wives, women so beautiful that one would even forget to breathe before such beauty.

Noting his arrival, all his children, sons and daughters, rose from their seats while the queens approached Aenar, surrounding him, trying to find any apparent injury on his body.

"I'm fine, just tired." Aenar said gently, seeing the concern in his wives' eyes. He felt as if he were a mortal man again as his wives waited for him after a long day's work.

"Come eat, we were waiting for you." Daenerys said, and all three women made Aenar sit in the main seat. All seemed rightly concerned about Aenar, knowing their husband's work.

Daenerys gave Aenar a goblet of wine, Visenya placed his cutlery, and Rhaenys the food on his plate.

"I still have hands." Aenar said with an amused tone, but there was a smile on his face. Although he wasn't physically tired, his soul was exhausted. Only his family could truly make him relax.

While taking a sip of wine, Aenar's eyes fell upon his children. Perhaps because they were in his presence, the children were not as talkative as before; all stood erect, looking at him, wanting his attention.

This made him sigh. The more the children showed such an expression, the more he knew he was absent from their lives. But what could he do? He had to create a future for all humanity; this took his time. Honestly, his presence at important occasions for his sons and daughters already showed how much he was striving to be present in his children's lives.

"You are growing fast, that makes me happy." Aenar said, looking gently at the six children who had nothing to do with normal children. They were bigger, more beautiful, and definitely stronger.

"I'm training hard, father." Aegon was the first to speak, or rather, wanted to speak in front of his brothers and sisters. He seemed proud of the feat and looked at Aenar with expectation, awaiting the much-desired praise.

Aenar was a bit speechless but understood that his son was still a child, for Aegon didn't see training and lessons as a duty or obligation, but as a goal to get his attention.

"You did well, Aegon." Despite this, Aenar still praised the boy with a gentle smile. Although there was no hint of pride in his voice. In his eyes, training was not for others, but for himself above all.

Aegon proudly looked at his brothers and sisters, especially Alysanne, who merely rolled her eyes at her younger brother's provocations.

Aenar looked at his other sons and daughters, awaiting his words. As he imagined, all but two girls began to talk about their daily lives, which Aenar listened to with pleasure and praised everyone, making the atmosphere warm and welcoming.

Aenar's purple eyes swept over Alysanne for a moment but stopped firmly on his youngest daughter, Naerys. The girl was small and thin compared to her brothers and sisters. She was of normal size for someone her age, nine years old.

Aenar imperceptibly frowned, noting that the Warp's aura intensified in his daughter's soul and mind. Unlike what Daenerys, Visenya, and Rhaenys expected, Naerys had no disease or genetic defect.

Aside from Alysanne, Naerys had the greatest connection to the Warp, but unlike him, where the Warp strengthened his body, mind, and soul, the opposite happened with Naerys; the girl had a fragile body but a frighteningly high soul and mind that surprised even Aenar.

Alysanne, besides inheriting much power from him, also received the Blessing of the Archangel of War Gabriel, but Naerys herself could almost equal Alysanne. If it weren't for Naerys's naturally gentle, pious, and sweet mind, Aenar would have chosen the girl as his heir simply for her frightening potential.

"Is everything alright, my little princess?" Aenar asked gently, knowing that the girl was tormented by visions, most of which he had blocked from the future, but from time to time, the girl still received some fragments of the future.

"I am well, imperial father." The girl spoke with a gentle, delicate, and sweet tone, but her words were formal, even when speaking to him, her father.

But Aenar knew that Naerys was not cold towards him, but simply that the girl liked to be formal with him, regardless of the occasion, always being the perfect princess in everyone's eyes.

"I will speak with you alone later." Aenar looked at Alysanne and spoke with a gentle, yet more severe tone. Alysanne nodded her head, and there was a smile on her lips. She didn't notice, but there was a trace of jealousy in Aegon's eyes, who watched the scene with clenched fists.

Jealousy that Aenar, Daenerys, Visenya, and Rhaenys noticed.

Aenar himself sighed seeing this; scenes from the future seemed increasingly frequent, and many involved Aegon.

He would have a father-son conversation with Aegon another night; the boy had to understand that the Throne would never be his, regardless of the effort he made or how much he improved.

It was unfair to Aegon, but the world was never fair in the first place.

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Note: I know some of you are confused, but Aegon's role is important, especially in Aegon's Heresy, which will be the main theme in this second part of the fanfic.

It will be explained later, just bear with me.

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Game Of Thrones: The God-Emperor of Planetos (500,000 words written).

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