Game Of Thrones: The God-Emperor of Planetos

Chapter 22: Chapter 22 - The Wall (IV)



"How does it feel to be the last of something? This loneliness and desolation is something I wouldn't wish on even my greatest enemy." Aenar Targaryen in front of Old Maester Aemon.

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"Lord Commander Mormont awaits you at the Lord Commander's Keep." Alliser spoke, his voice cold and indifferent, his eyes not hiding the contempt he felt towards him. Although bastards didn't suffer so much in the North, the same couldn't be said for bastards in the South, where the Faith of the Seven was extremely widespread.

Alliser Thorne, like any Southern Lord, didn't like bastards, although all men wouldn't turn down a pussy, even if it wasn't their own wife's. Men liked the pleasure of infidelity.

Men liked the pleasure of infidelity, but they didn't like the bastards that would come with it, so instead of taking the blame, they put it on the mother and her son. The words of the Church of the Seven were merely a ruse for them not to assume the responsibilities they should have and to prevent these children from having any claim on their fiefdom.

Jon nodded and got off his horse. After stroking the horse's neck, he left it in the hands of the Night's Watch member and followed Alliser towards the chambers of the Lord Commander of the Night's Watch.

Still wearing a hood to cover his appearance, Jon looked at Alliser's back. The man, despite his terrible personality, was a good warrior, which could be seen by the way the man walked. An identical, steady gait with properly controlled steps.

However, Jon didn't try to talk to Alliser, the man didn't like him and he wasn't someone who flattered others, on the contrary, it was everyone who should flatter him.

Noticing his own thoughts, Jon felt that he was spending too much time with Queen Rhaenys and Queen Visenya.

The Etiquette teacher in particular was someone who liked attention, especially the envious looks of the other women. His fencing and flying teacher, on the other hand, was extremely proud and strong, not letting herself be influenced by other people.

The two women acted as his mothers, subtly influencing the way he thought and saw the world, perhaps that was the duty of a mother, to introduce the world to her son and the father should prepare his son for the challenges of life. Rhaenys and Visenya were mother and father to Jon, who had never been raised by a mother or father in two lifetimes.

Without realizing it, Jon was led to a tower where he climbed the spiral staircase until he found himself in front of a massive wooden door.

He saw Alliser knock respectfully on the door and then heard an extraordinarily powerful voice.

"Come in." With permission given, Jon finally saw the 997th Lord Commander of the Night's Watch, Jeor Mormont.

Jeor Mormont was an old man, his head was shorn and his gray, unkempt beard covered most of his chest. The former Lord of the Bear Islands wore a thick black fur cloak, and for formal occasions he wears a black woolen doublet with silver Claw clasps.

Not far away, a raven perched on a stick was analyzing the new arrivals with a rather arrogant expression for a mere raven.

"How's Lord Stark, boy?" Jeor looked at Eddard Stark's Bastard and asked, his voice hoarse but powerful.

"With five sons and a sixth on the way." Jon replied with a touch of humor, causing the Lord Commander of the Night's Watch to let out a loud and powerful laugh.

"House Stark doesn't have to worry about an heir for long." Jeor spoke with a sigh, but Jon noticed a hint of sadness in the man's battle-hardened gaze.

He didn't need to be a genius to know that the man was thinking of his son, Jorah Mormont, who was now just an exile in Essos.

"I hear your new niece, Lyanna, is a strong girl with superior intelligence. Lord Stark even gave her a warhammer as a present." Jon said, remembering the girl who was incomparably loyal to House Stark, even though she was only three years old, she acted more maturely than many men.

The mention of his youngest niece made the Lord Commander smile. He had earned ravens from his sister, Maege, telling him about his new niece. Knowing that the girl had won a warhammer from Lord Stark himself made him feel an enormous sense of satisfaction well up in his chest.

"HAHAHA!!!" "The girl has Mormont blood!"

Jeor spoke in a very good mood, he even looked at his liege lord's bastard with a kinder and warmer gaze, despite still having a stern appearance.

'As Visenya once said, always praise descendants when you're in front of a Lord. There's nothing more satisfying for a Lord than the continuation of his House. Jon thought, listening to Jeor Mormont's loud laughter and bold words.

Visenya was right, people in this world cared little for their own lives, many would give their lives if they could make their noble houses survive longer. Perhaps that's why the noble houses of Westeros could survive for millennia without interruption.

"Lord Stark has already sent a raven to explain your situation. Your quarters have been prepared and you will eat with us, but be aware that the food is certainly not as good as Winterfell's, boy." Jeor placed some corn in front of the raven and explained in a calm tone, but with obvious good humor.

Jon nodded and didn't mind the food Jeor mentioned. If there was one thing he wasn't, it was fussy about food. In his past life he had lived most of his life in a hospital and hospital food could be many things, but delicious was not one of them.

"Alliser, take Snow to his quarters." Without looking at Alliser, Jeor ordered in a powerful voice.

"Yes, Lord Commander." Alliser replied seriously and took the bastard with him, leaving the Solar of the Lord Commander of the Night's Watch.

"Ser Alliser, I'd like to know where the library is, I'd like to do some research." Leaving the Lord Commander's Tower, Jon asked, looking around for any sign of Castle Black's library.

"The library can only be accessed with permission from Maester Aemon." Alliser replied with a cold, condescending tone, pointed to one of the castle's towers and spoke. "That is your residence, the empty and clean room is yours."

Having said that, without waiting for Jon's reply, Alliser left with a cold stare as his black cloak dragged on the ground.

"Someone has a strong temper, but now I know how to find Aemon." Jon muttered to himself as his lips curved into a smile.

With the information Alliser had told him earlier, Jon had no trouble finding the room he would probably spend months in before returning to Winterfell. However, he didn't stay in the room and soon set off to find the person who would help him find his great-uncle.

For Aemon, Jon felt genuine admiration - after all, how many people did you know who could refuse to be king? Who would put family above a throne? Jon admired Aemon for what he represented, an honorable man with a determined heart.

Jon stopped in front of an extremely short man, no more than 150 cm tall (about 4'9"), there were only a few strands of hair on his bald head. He had no chin and his shoulders looked rounded, surprisingly, despite his ugly appearance, he had one of the most beautiful eyes Jon had ever seen, a very pretty shade of dark pink.

"I'd like permission to access the library." Jon spoke directly to his purpose, making the short, chinless man nod. He didn't seem surprised by a new face in Castle Black, apparently the news of a visitor's arrival had already spread quickly.

"Follow me, Snow." Clydas spoke, his voice slurred and slightly hoarse, as he moved his small body towards a more secluded part of Castle Black.

Jon didn't mind and followed the man a few paces behind him.

"Maester Aemon is old, should I have any concerns?" Jon asked, trying to sound as subtle as possible.

"He doesn't like loud sounds and boys who don't know the value of a book." Clydas replied with a respectful tone as he looked over his shoulder at the hooded boy, only his chin could be seen from the angle he was looking at.

Noting the man's respectful tone, Jon knew that Clydas knew Aemon's identity, which wasn't surprising, given that Clydas had been helping his great-uncle for decades.

"We're here." Clydas spoke, stopping in front of the wooden tower, as simple and rustic as anywhere in Castle Black. Jon could hear the cawing of crows not far away, showing that he was close to the Nursery, where the Crows were fed.

Clydas opened the door to the tower and a smell of old books assaulted Jon's sense of smell.

Stepping inside, Jon saw a simple room not at all befitting a Targaryen prince, a similarity he and Aemon shared.

Scanning the room, Jon's purple eyes fixed on the old figure walking through the room, he held a book in his arms while his Maester's Chain rattled gently.

Jon needed no introduction to the man, he knew him too well.

Aemon Targaryen, son of Maekar I and brother of Aegon V, uncle of Jaeharys II and great-uncle of Aerys II.

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