Game Of Thrones: The God-Emperor of Planetos

"The mystery of life is not a problem to be solved, but a reality to be experienced." Aenar I Targaryen, God-Emperor of Planetos.

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Looking at the two teenagers in front of him, Aenar smiled, Titus and Sigmund now looked completely different from the first time he had seen them. Both had grown ten centimeters and their bodies weren't so skinny and muscular lines were evident on both young men's bodies.

The scars on both of them remained, but in his eyes, they were memories that Titus and Sigmund would remember for a lifetime. "Ser Willem and Benerro will train you both. Their orders are to be treated like mine, don't hesitate and do them, don't be lazy or you'll be flogged as punishment."

Aenar continued with a calm and regal expression, his eyes looking at the two teenagers. "Other children and teenagers will be trained with you, they will be your brothers and you have to avenge their deaths if they die in the future."

"Yes, Your Grace." The brothers spoke at the same time while their bodies seemed to exert a pressure on any normal person.

Something that made Willem and Benerro look shocked. They had personally seen the transformation of the two brothers, they had grown, healed from mortal wounds and become stronger, how could this not shock them?

Titus and Sigmund were special, Aenar used his own blood to perform blood magic and basically created the first superhumans. The teenagers didn't know it, but they were faster, stronger and had reflexes that surpassed most of humanity.

Aenar wouldn't be surprised if his blood gave some special abilities to the brothers in front of him, after all, blood was anything but normal.

"What is the name of the army that Your Grace is creating?" Ser Willem, wearing the white armor of the Kingsguard, asked with a respectful tone. When he learned that Aenar was Rhaegar's son, he couldn't help but thank the gods for being benevolent towards House Targaryen, leaving a male descendant for the future.

"Sardaukar." Aenar spoke the name without hesitation. It was the army loyal only to him, the King, and no one else; they would be his extremely deadly and absolutely loyal elite army.

Aenar turned to Benerro and asked with a glass of wine in his hand, he looked at the tattoo-covered man with a calm gaze. "How are we doing as the regular army?"

"The losses totaled around five thousand men, many of whom were resurrected, but need to be trained again, due to the loss of memories and emotions, the after-effects of the Resurrection." Benerro replied with a respectful tone as he bowed.

Aenar thought for a moment and spoke. "The families of these dead soldiers should receive twice as much help and money. Their children can enter the Red Temple to learn to write and read, and if they wish, join the Red Legion."

Although it doesn't sound like much of a reward, it was a great one for fallen soldiers or those with after-effects. Learning to read and write might seem ordinary, but in a world where more than 90% of the population was illiterate, it was a reward that could change the fate of many families.

"I will do as ordered, Your Grace." Benerro responded to Aenar's words with a gentle smile on his face. The son of light was what he had expected, not only a great man, but also a man who cared about his soldiers and their descendants.

Aenar said a few more things to everyone and left Benerro's office, walking towards his room; behind him, four guards from the red legion always followed him. They all carried swords at their waists and followed him with cold, serious expressions.

All four were soldiers who had died and returned from the dead. They had lost most of their emotions and memories, but they remembered their loyalty and religious devotion, which had become even more solid after dying and reviving.

Arriving at his room, Aenar was surprised for a moment to see his aunt on his bed reading a book with a concentrated look. However, it was her clothes that caught his attention, for instead of a dress, she was wearing clothes considered more masculine, worn by lords for riding.

Her intention was obvious with those clothes.

Hearing the door being opened, Daenerys raised her head and saw her nephew entering the room. She quickly put down her book and got out of bed, running towards him with an excited look on her face.

Letting out a sigh, Aenar knew she couldn't hide and flashed a gentle smile. "I guess you're ready to fly with me in Caraxes?"

"Absolutely yes!!!" In front of him, Daenerys replied with a look of eagerness to finally fly on a dragon.

Nodding his head, Aenar smiled and walked towards the closet to change his clothes. When he opened the closet, he saw that all the clothes had only two colors, red or black, all with the House Targaryen crest on them.

Aenar chose his favorite color, red.

Going behind a screen under Daenerys' disappointed eyes, Aenar reappeared a few minutes later with his clothes already changed and holding a pair of leather gloves.

Laughing at Daenerys' disappointed expression, Aenar spoke in a gentle tone. "Come on, you look eager to fly on a dragon."

The disappointment of not seeing her nephew change clothes vanished the moment Daenerys heard about flying on a dragon, she quickly came to his side and took his hand, dragging him forward, trying to speed up his steps. "Come on, nephew!"

Aenar rolled his eyes, but understood the reason for her excitement. Like any Targaryen, the desire to fly on a dragon seemed to be ingrained in her blood. It was normal for Daenerys to show such emotion, something that although Rhaella and Visenya hid well, they also wanted to fly on a dragon.

"You don't have to pull me." He said.

Aenar sighed and took the girl in his arms, which wasn't difficult, he estimated that Daenerys weighed no more than fifty kilos and perhaps even lighter.

"You're small." Aenar commented in an amused tone, making Daenerys pout, but she didn't deny his words, she really was small and perhaps wouldn't grow more than three to five centimeters in the future.

"Don't you like small girls?" Daenerys asked in a seemingly casual tone, but Aenar felt her body tense in his arms. He didn't need to be a genius to know her thoughts.

"I don't care how small or tall you are, we'll walk the tortuous path ahead together." Aenar replied in a gentle tone and felt her body relax again.

Daenerys looked at him with a bright gaze and knew that with those words, he wasn't against their marriage and that made her let out a sweet, pleasant laugh.

Then, under Aenar's surprised eyes, she approached him and kissed him on the lips in a quick, chaste kiss, quickly pulling his face away with an obvious shyness in her gaze. The dragon princess's cheeks took on a very obvious red hue given her pale skin.

Aenar rolled his eyes and quickly arrived in front of Caraxes, the crimson dragon was lying on the ground with his huge body looking like a small red hill. As far as he knew, Caraxes had eaten dozens of sheep before going to sleep again the night before.

Noticing the arrival of his knight, Caraxes opened his eyes and his double eyelids blinked and his red eyes sharpened.

Placing Daenerys on the ground, Aenar put on his gloves and gestured for her to follow him.

Daenerys saw his movements and imitated them, gradually climbing the iron net. As she climbed, she occasionally glanced at the dragon's face, seeing if it might be angry at her actions and devour her in one bite.

To Daenerys' relief, she managed to climb onto the saddle, where Aenar could be seen holding a leather belt connected to the saddle by four thick chains.

"Remember, small dragons can be ridden without a saddle, but adult dragons must always be ridden with saddles." Aenar explained as he wrapped the belt around his and Daenerys' waists and pulled it tight.

Daenerys nodded with a serious expression, listening to Aenar's tips and mentally writing everything down so that she would never forget it when she had her own dragon.

"Sōvegon Caraxes!" Daenerys heard Aenar speak in High Valyrian, then, under her shocked eyes, Caraxes rose from the ground, towering to a simply incredible height.

In the next instant, Daenerys understood why adult dragons should only be ridden with a saddle. As the dragon rose into the air, she felt her body being thrown backwards violently. If it hadn't been for the belt around her waist and the strong body behind her, she would have been thrown out of the saddle and probably died in the fall.

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