Game Of Thrones: The God-Emperor of Planetos-Chapter 153 - Battle of the Crossing (VI)

"We will meet again in hell, Lord Frey." - Aenar I Targaryen, in front of the dead body of Walder Frey, Lord of House Frey.

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Under everyone's shocked eyes, Titus, Sigismund and Leda moved around Aenar, Rhaenys and Visenya. They drew their own swords and rebounded each arrow launched towards the royal family with inhuman speed.

After two minutes, when all the archers had ceased firing, Aenar wiped the dust from his shoulder and spoke in an amused tone. "Did anyone feel anything?"

Rhaenys, knowing that Aenar wanted to provoke Walder, replied with an innocent tone. "No, everything seemed normal.

"You may begin, Lord Walder." Aenar said, looking at Walder with an encouraging gaze, as if telling him to do his best.

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Silence spread throughout the Great Hall. No one found Aenar and Rhaenys' jokes funny. Everyone stared wide-eyed at Titus, Sigismund and Leda, all three of whom, at two meters tall, looked like monsters in front of normal people.

"Magic." Walder commented sarcastically. "You think you can rule Westeros with blood magic, creating human chimeras?"

In his eyes, the three people in front of him were just that: human chimeras made from the blood magic of Old Valyria. Like any noble house that had survived for thousands of years, House Frey was no stranger to the practices of the extinct Valyrian Empire.

"How rude of you. My guards are not chimeras." Aenar seemed genuinely offended that Walder had called his guards that. How could mere chimeras compare to the Blood Ritual that he had personally adapted over almost three years? The Lord of the Crossing's words were a pure insult to the masterpieces he had created.

"You don't even deny that you made them with blood magic." Walder smiled happily. "Although I will die, you will never have the support of the Faith of the Seven. You'll be a king who isn't recognized by the dominant religion. I'll wait for you in hell while I watch from there the rebellions that will take place in your kingdom under the manipulation of the Church."

Honestly, Aenar had to admire Walder's choice of words. Everything the old lord had said would happen sooner or later, including the rebellions orchestrated by the Faith of the Seven.

There was no stopping something like that. The Faith was deeply rooted in the people of the Seven Kingdoms, at least in southern Westeros. Religion was a weapon in the High Septon's hands, and he could use it to incite the people to fight against the "evil king who uses blood magic".

"You're right, the Faith of the Seven will never accept me. But I never said I wanted the support of that incompetent religion." Aenar smiled and commented in an amused tone, seeing for the first time the expression of disbelief on Walder Frey's face.

"You're crazy! Crazier than Aerys for thinking you can fight the Faith of the Seven with dragons and beings made of blood magic. Maegor tried, but he died on the Iron Throne." Walder Frey couldn't help but laugh shrilly, full of sarcasm, in Aenar's direction.

The boy was more insane than his own grandfather. Who in their right mind would dare fight against a religion that has been around for almost seven millennia?

The Faith of the Seven was so ingrained in the people that anything the peasants won or lost was attributed to the God of the Seven Faces. How do you fight something like that? Would he kill all the people and leave only the children? But such an idea was so absurd that Walder looked at Aenar as if he were facing a madman.

"Leda, Titus and Sigismund." Aenar ignored Walder's gaze and turned to his three faithful knights. "Kill them all, but leave the children alive."

"Yes, Your Grace." The three replied before advancing against everyone present.

What followed was a pure, brutal and indifferent massacre.

Leda, Titus and Sigismund accepted Aenar's order without any hesitation. Each stroke of their swords claimed a life. There was no resistance or exchange of blows from their enemies. No one even had the chance to fight three monsters.

Rhaenys couldn't help feeling a little sorry for the women, listening to their pleas for mercy, but she soon felt a soft hand grasp hers. She looked to the side and saw Visenya, who was staring at her with a calm gaze.

"Don't feel sorry. Only our family is worthy of our feelings." Visenya commented, watching the massacre before her with indifference.

Rhaenys remembered Aenar's words and calmed down. The worry in her eyes disappeared. She just watched in silence as dozens of deaths took place at that moment.

Her aunt was right. Other people would show no mercy to her family, especially House Frey, who had planned to poison everyone. Anyone who threatened her family should die, regardless of gender, age or status.

Rhaenys even wanted to kill the children, who were probably in their rooms at the time. As someone who had suffered the same fate, she knew exactly that these children would grow up with a deep hatred. So it was better to cut the roots to avoid unnecessary problems.

Aenar pursed her lips as she noticed the small movements of Rhaenys and Visenya. Watching them both grow was gratifying.

The future would not be kind to House Targaryen. And all of House Targaryen needed determination in times of need.

To hesitate before the Chaos Gods was to ask to die.

Walder Frey watched with grief as all his sons and daughters died at the hands of the aberrations made from blood magic. Blood stained the walls, floor and ceiling; heads and limbs rolled on the blood-soaked floor.

In mere minutes, the accumulation of almost ninety years disappeared in front of him. Even though Walder didn't care so much about these sons and daughters, he couldn't help but feel sadness and a touch of regret. He, who had always been cautious, had become greedy in the face of the benefits given by Tywin.

Putting a few drops of poison in the cup, Walder didn't hesitate to drink the poison while looking at the bodies of his sons and daughters.

"It seems you want to die with honor." Hearing the Targaryen boy's words, Walder smiled sarcastically and toasted towards Aenar, as if inviting him to drink the same wine as him.

"This is not out of honor, but out of cowardice, the fear of being tortured day and night." He replied with an indifferent tone. He felt no shame in talking about his own fears in the face of the enemy who had destroyed his Noble House.

"Fear kills the soul and poisons your determination." Aenar commented, walking towards Walder with a calm tone. "That same fear led you to this moment. If you'd stuck to your convictions, you'd still be alive."

"Convictions..." Walder chewed on that word and smiled miserably. "I lost my convictions when I was just a child who was always despised for being too ugly by the lords and ladies at the parties I attended."

As his body gradually lost its warmth and sense of touch, Walder looked at Aenar and spoke with a terribly calm and cold tone. "We'll meet in the Seven Hells, Targaryen boy."

Aenar smiled and replied cheerfully. "I shall look forward to our reunion, Lord Frey."

Walder didn't reply. His body relaxed completely as the light in his eyes went out.

"A death worthy of a coward." Visenya commented with a touch of sarcasm at the sight of Walder's lifeless body. She approached and pushed the corpse aside, leaving the main seat free so that Aenar could sit down whenever he wanted.

"Ser Barristan, cut off his head and place it so that all may see the fate of those who plot against House Targaryen." Visenya ordered with a cold tone; her gentleness and warmth were reserved only for her family.

"Yes, my queen." Barristan didn't hesitate. Although he didn't approve of indiscriminate slaughter, he was a Royal Guard, and obedience came before principle.

"I'm proud of you both." Aenar spoke with a cheerful air, despite being surrounded by corpses and blood on all sides. He kissed both women on the cheek and looked at them with a gaze full of appreciation.

Visenya and Rhaenys rolled their eyes, but smiled when they heard the pride in Aenar's words.

"I have completed the mission, Your Grace." Leda, Titus and Sigismund knelt before Aenar and replied in cold, calm voices.

Looking at the three of them covered head to toe in blood, Aenar smiled and didn't hesitate to praise them all with pride. "Well done everyone, especially Titus and Sigismund, you've become very powerful while I've been away."

Both his Primarchs were much more powerful than before; they had grown and become incredibly strong.

"I will become even stronger to protect you, my king." Titus spoke, while Sigismund, the quietest of the brothers, nodded and looked at Aenar with a determined gaze.

"You will be of great help against the dark forces to come, my Primarchs." Aenar only smiled and spoke in a gentler tone, looking at them both.

They both beat their chests and shouted loudly:

"Yes, my king!!!"

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