Game Of Thrones: The God-Emperor of Planetos

"I forgot how terrible a person's ambition was; this feeling made humanity reach the top of the food chain, but it also made humanity self-destruct countless times. But at this moment, that same ambition will make me kill my own son." The contradictory thoughts of the God Emperor of Humanity During the Siege of Isstvan V.

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At dawn, hours after the conversation with Alysanne.

"Aegon, you should be sleeping." Aenar, wearing a thin red satin tunic, said casually, sitting on the sofa. The tunic's neckline showed his chest, which had some red marks and scratches, showing that the night had been quite wild.

"Forgive me, father, I can't sleep." Aegon, who had sneaked into Aenar's personal room, said with a shyer tone.

"What brings my lovely son to my chambers so late at night and what torments you to the point of losing your sleep?" Aenar said, taking a sip of wine from his goblet. Obviously, he already knew Aegon would come and waited for the boy to arrive.

Aegon, who resembled Aenar by 60%, seemed hesitant for a moment before asking with determination. "May I sit beside you, father?"

Aenar didn't answer but gestured for the boy to sit beside him. "You don't need to ask me for something so simple, just do it."

"But father is Emperor, even being your son, I must show respect." Aegon sat beside Aenar and spoke with a solemn tone. It seemed he was proud to follow proper etiquette.

Aenar looked at his son with a calm gaze. The way Aegon tried to earn his respect through rules was not exactly the best way to do it. Especially being a Prince of the Golden Lineage. When did House Targaryen ever respect the laws of men and gods?

"I heard about your little movements." Aenar said, making the smile on Aegon's face stiffen. "Talking to nobles, gaining their goodwill, being the perfect example of a Prince for the people. Even donating food and blankets in winter."

Without caring about his son's shocked expression, Aenar continued speaking casually. "You try to hide your ambitions with kind and altruistic acts, but you don't know that by doing something like that, you were just telling everyone what you really want."

"Thus, you attracted the attention of the nobles and gradually created a prototype faction to fight for your interests at court." Looking at the fear on his son's face, a trace of disappointment passed through Aenar's eyes, but he continued speaking, a compliment to be more exact. "Although the part about winning over the nobles was a bit too childish, you did very well in controlling these greedy nobles."

An expression of happiness appeared in Aegon's eyes. This compliment was what he most wanted to hear from his father's lips.

"You did nothing wrong. When you have your fief, it's good to have support at court to get more resources and alliances." Aenar said with a smile. He wasn't talking about a normal fief, but an entire solar system fief; he would give one to all his sons and daughters.

So, Aegon's actions didn't arouse any feeling of reprimand or anger in Aenar. After all, it was quite normal for princes and princesses to get involved in politics, especially those of the Golden Lineage.

However, instead of Aegon looking happy, he felt as if someone was holding his heart and hitting it hard. A feeling of discomfort appeared in his chest, leaving him breathless for a moment.

Fief… not the throne…

Aegon felt his world collapse for a moment. He was his father's eldest son, but he wouldn't receive what was rightfully his. He was the man, but his sister, a woman, would get everything that was his just because she came out of the queen's womb before him.

Aegon recovered and raised his head to look at his father's face, but only found a pair of purple eyes staring at him with a calm and deep gaze. He felt naked before that gaze; even the deepest secret hidden in his heart was not safe from those eyes.

"Aegon." As soon as Aenar's voice sounded, Aegon felt a shiver run through his body. He unconsciously lowered his head with a feeling of guilt, anger, and resentment.

"Your sister is my heir."

"No matter what you do or how good you show yourself to be."

"Alysanne will always be my heir."

Every word of Aenar seemed like a sword of light dispelling the darkness, gradually showing the ugly feelings of envy, jealousy, and anger that Aegon deeply hid in his daily life.

Clenching his fists, a pure feeling of fury ran through his body. He bit his lips, raised his head, and looked into his father's eyes for the first time in his life.

"Why? Why was she born before me?" His voice seemed to vent the anger accumulated in his heart. "She is a woman, and everyone knows what happens when a woman is on the throne. The Dance of the Dragons happened once; does my father want it to happen again!?"

"Aegon." Aenar's voice became severe and regal in an instant. "I don't do well with threats, and I definitely don't like being threatened by my own son."

Aegon lowered his head; the confidence that came with fury seemed to extinguish at that instant. He finally regained rationality, and fear filled his mind, making him tremble as if he were under cold rain.

"Are you saying you will cause a Second Dance of the Dragons?" Aenar asked, but seeing Aegon's silence, his voice became majestic, as if ordering Aegon to answer.

"Answer me!!!"

"I just want what's rightfully mine." Aegon bit his lips so hard that blood dripped onto his robes. His voice was more than a murmur, but conviction and determination were lacking in his words.

"What's rightfully yours?" Aenar seemed to hear something very funny.

"Your birthright was to die in your mother's womb, even before your lungs breathed the first air of the atmosphere." Aenar's voice rose with a tone he would have liked, but he had already spoken.

Aegon trembled from head to toe. He couldn't believe he was hearing such words. What happened? Why would he die before even being born? The Prince didn't know what was happening or why those words. Who would dare to kill him in his mother's womb?

How could Aegon assume that the one who would kill him was Daenerys herself, if Aenar hadn't stopped her.

"Aegon, I'll be honest with you." Aenar said, his tone becoming gentler, especially seeing Aegon's trembling appearance.

"You will never be Emperor."

"I know it hurts; my words hurt you."

"However, the more you discover this truth, you will understand that I am doing this for your own good." Aenar said, touching Aegon's head, caressing his hair with affection. "As your father, I only want your good and nothing more. You will have billions of people in your fief, a beautiful wife, and beautiful children."

However, Aegon didn't even respond to Aenar. He pushed Aenar's hand aside and left the room in silence, with his head down. He didn't look at Aenar once, as if he hadn't heard his father's words.

Aenar raised his hand, trying to stop Aegon from leaving, but the boy had already crossed the door, making him withdraw his hand and let out a tired and exhausted sigh.

"Leda, he will rebel." Aenar said, his voice deeply saddened by Aegon's actions. He knew more than anyone that Aegon would rebel.

"The Emperor doesn't need to give orders, let me do it." Leda replied with a cold and indifferent tone. Lightning hovered in the air, showing the Royal Guard Commander's determination.

Aenar understood the implications of Leda's words but shook his head. "It will take thousands of years for him to rebel, as long as he doesn't betray House Targaryen, he will still be my lovely and gentle Aegon."

"Leda, I am truly a terrible father." Aenar said with a smile, but there was a feeling of loneliness in that smile. He looked at the room's ceiling, lost in deep thoughts and ethereal daydreams.

Leda didn't respond to Aenar's words. She didn't think Aenar was a bad father. She personally saw the love, care, and affection he had for all his sons and daughters. She had never seen a man show so much care for his own children than Aenar.

He might not be the most present father in the world, but when he had time, he was always by his sons' and daughters' side. If Aenar was considered a bad father, then Leda could consider all fathers in the world a bunch of cow excrement.

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