Game Of Thrones: The God-Emperor of Planetos

"Faith moves people to do the most unspeakable acts for someone else." Varys the Spider.

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The gigantic crimson dragon rose into the sky of Volantis, the creature's shadow looming below, covering a large part of the city, causing exclamations of shock and fear among the inhabitants of the First Daughter.

Even half an hour after the dragon had disappeared from sight, people were still talking about it.

At the same time, the rumors that the Son of Light of the Red Faith was in Volantis spread like fire burning a field of grass. The crimson dragon only confirmed the rumors and this caused countless people to walk towards the Great Red Temple on pilgrimage.

Looking down at the Summer Sea below her, the deep blue waters warmed by the sun, Daenerys opened her mouth without words to describe what she was feeling at that moment.

Flying was everything she had hoped for and more. The feeling of freedom was simply intoxicating. The loud, deafening sound of Caraxes' wings buzzed in her ear as her hair fluttered violently against the wind.

"I'll show you something interesting." Daenerys heard her nephew's sweet whisper in her ear and before she could say anything, he heard him shout.

"Dracarys."

Daenerys's eyes widened at the scene that took place the next moment.

Caraxes opened his mouth and a funnel of flames gushed into his mouth and then the dragon simply stepped through the flames themselves with a loud, defiant roar.

The dragon princess thought she would feel some pain, but apart from a slight increase in the surrounding temperature and the strong smell of sulphur in the air, she felt nothing, and even enjoyed the feeling of being surrounded by flames, even if it lasted less than two seconds.

"Did you like it?" Aenar asked with a smile, seeing the girl's startled expression.

Daenerys' eyes lit up and she forgot her earlier fear and nodded.

"Again!!!" She spoke with a tone full of emotion and happiness.

Aenar smiled and continued to order Caraxes to repeat the same act a few times before it stopped, the dragon flew dangerously close to the sea water, its tail hitting the sea scattering the water everywhere before gaining altitude again.

"I really want to hatch the dragon eggs soon." Daenerys commented, leaning on Aenar's chest as she appreciated the feeling of peace and security that surrounded her. Feelings she thought she would never have in her life, especially after experiencing dozens of murders in her short twelve-year life.

"Remember our house motto, Dany." Aenar commented, stroking his silky hair; he had no doubt that she was capable of hatching the three dragon eggs. "Blood and Fire."

Hearing his unconditional trust in her, Daenerys' lips curved into a happy, beautiful smile. However, his words reminded her of the dream she'd had. A look of determination and faith appeared in her eyes.

She was a dragon and a dragon isn't afraid of fire!

Seeing the look in her eyes, Aenar knew that his words made any doubt and indecision disappear from her mind. The future unfolded in his eyes and he saw it, Daenerys naked, coming out of the flames with three dragons of different colors.

The Mother of Dragons was about to be born in the near future. Aenar was eager to see the birth of Daenerys as the Mother of Dragons.

"Let's go back, your mother must be worried." Aenar spoke as he grabbed the saddle's handrests and tilted his body to the side, a movement that Caraxes followed and began to fly back to Volantis. Daenerys didn't want to go back at that moment, but knowing that Aenar was right, she accepted, even though she wanted to fly for longer.

An hour later, Daenerys saw Volantis approaching rapidly and minutes later, she was already above the city. Looking down, she saw people exclaiming loudly and pointing at the gigantic crimson dragon. This brought a smile to her lips, she understood that Aenar liked to see people's reaction to seeing Caraxes, she would do the same if she had a dragon.

Daenerys felt a strong tremor as Caraxes landed on the ground, her body thrown forward and stopped by the belt that held her in place. Looking at the height she was at, she knew that if she fell, the chance of injury was quite high.

Aenar removed the belt from his and Daenerys' waists, freeing himself while Caraxes stayed close to the ground, allowing his rider to descend.

Once on the ground, Aenar raised his arms and Daenerys didn't hesitate, jumping off the dragon and being picked up in her arms by her nephew.

"I see you enjoyed yourselves." Hearing the voice behind them, Aenar and Daenerys saw Visenya looking at them with a bored expression.

Daenerys flashed a big smile with her teeth showing and spoke animatedly. "I was the first to fly the dragon!"

Visenya rolled her eyes, but her gaze contained a touch of envy. However, she wouldn't fight with Daenerys over something like that.

Looking at Aenar, Visenya plastered a sweet smile on her lips and spoke in a gentle tone. "Lunch is served, nephew."

Aenar nodded and replied. "I'll go and have a bath and join you later."

Stroking Daenerys' hair one last time, Aenar left, leaving both sisters alone, watching his back in silence.

Turning to Visenya, Daenerys flashed a smug smile and commented with a cheerful, mysterious tone. "You won't believe what he and I have done."

Visenya gritted her teeth listening to her presumption, Daenerys really knew how to irritate her very easily, but in the end, curiosity won out in her mind. "What did you do?"

"I kissed him." Raising her head like a proud peacock, Daenerys said.

Making Visenya show a stunned expression. Her sister had grown up on the adult ladder before her...

Gritting her teeth, she glared fiercely at Daenerys. In terms of proactivity, her younger sister was actually better than her. Visenya was shy about bed matters and related things.

Taking a deep breath, Visenya calmed the bubbling feelings in her chest and ignoring the smug smile on her sister's lips, she left with slightly faster than normal steps. She didn't think she had any less charm than Daenerys, she was just too shy and gentle to care about being outdone by her younger sister.

Daenerys' mood was in the clouds seeing Visenya's expression, although she couldn't go to war, she could win another kind of war.

Jumping up and down with joy, Daenerys followed her sister as she smiled a rather proud smile of her own.

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In the night, Daenerys was walking through the corridors of the Great Temple towards her nephew's room, going to say goodnight. However, her steps soon stopped, she quickly hid behind a pillar and spied Kinvara, the Reverend Mother, entering her nephew's room so late at night.

A bad, bitter feeling rose in her chest, Daenerys knew it was jealousy talking, she didn't like the scenes she was imagining inside Aenar's room at the moment.

Turning around, Daenerys returned to the room she shared with her sister and mother, which had become routine for them in their years of exile.

Entering the room, the Dragon Princess saw her mother combing her hair in front of a mirror and her older sister lying on the bed holding a book with a candle beside it to illuminate the pages.

"Why did you come back so quickly, dear?" Rhaella asked curiously, watching her daughter's premature arrival.

"I saw the Reverend Mother entering Aenar's room." Sitting down on the bed, Daenerys replied in a slightly lower tone than usual.

Rhaella and Visenya's movements stopped at her words.

Rhaella smiled and went back to combing her hair as she answered her daughter. "She probably went to ask permission for something, dear. You don't have to worry so much."

Although she said it herself, she didn't believe her own words one bit. What would a young man feel when he was in a room alone with a beautiful woman in the middle of the night?

Daenerys' mood was improved by her mother's words, she looked at her older sister and spoke in a gentle tone. "If only sister had been more proactive, my sweet nephew wouldn't be seeking the warmth of another woman right now."

Perhaps it was Rhaella's imagination, but she thought she heard an arrow strike her eldest daughter.

Daenerys' intention was not to hurt Visenya with her words, but to encourage her sister to be braver and bolder. If she remained as timid as she was, it was possible that she herself would jump into Aenar's bed to prevent other women from climbing into her nephew's bed.

Visenya felt great shame seeing Daenerys and Rhaella's gazes looking at her with encouragement.

"I'll do it..." She murmured shyly, but the two women in the room heard her words and nodded, showing satisfied expressions.

In Aenar's Room, Aenar listened attentively to the report from the Emperor's Daughters, the Red Faith Intelligence Organization.

Word about him was spreading fast, it wouldn't be long before the whole of the Known World knew about him and Caraxes.

"I hope you get better, cousin. I want a fight with a powerful King, not a Fat King." Aenar muttered to himself.

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