Game Of Thrones: The God-Emperor of Planetos-Chapter 180 - Attack on the Great Sept of Baelor (I)

"Go and find your damn god." Daenerys to the fanatic in front of her.

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During the night, no one slept in anticipation of the attack in a few hours. The Sardaukar protected the entire Red Keep, especially the room Daenerys and Rhaella were using to sleep. This was the most protected place, with five hundred Sardaukar guarding the room.

Daenerys was helping Rhaella wear light leather armor while she herself was dressed in black and red leather armor. Plate armor really was the pinnacle of casting technology, but they were heavy for women, especially Daenerys who was neither big nor strong.

Although Rhaella could wear plate armor, she still chose to wear leather armor, just like her daughter. She wouldn't have been on the front line anyway. There was a reason why generals and commanders didn't go and fight in person. Once these people died, the chain of command would become chaotic and passing on orders would become quite challenging.

"Are you excited?" Rhaella asked as Daenerys buckled her armor tightly, making it practically a second skin.

"A little." Daenerys said as she tried to see if anything was missing from her mother's armor. "However, since I won't be on the front line, I'm not that excited."

"You don't need to be on the front line to help the army, the soldiers are already motivated knowing that their queen is on the battlefield." Rhaella moved her body to check her mobility in her armor and spoke in a gentle tone.

"Often our presence is enough to boost the army's morale." She said, looking at her daughter with affection and pride. Although Daenerys was young, she acted more like a queen than any other woman.

When she was Daenerys' age, she was choosing dresses and jewelry instead of taking part in a war. Rhaella understood that the circumstances in Essos made her daughter mature faster than other children.

"Mother, after the attack on the Great Sept of Baelor, I will march with the army towards Old Town." Daenerys said, causing Rhaella to frown, but she didn't say anything against it. Her daughter was a queen and an adult.

"All right, but be careful and always stand by the Sardaukar." Rhaella trusted only the Sardaukar to protect Daenerys, she would never trust the vassals for her daughter's safety.

"I know." Daenerys wouldn't play with her life, she had an immortal life to live and she didn't want to die for something like betrayal.

Suddenly, sunlight streamed into the room, causing Rhaella and Daenerys to look towards the window, where a sun could be seen slowly rising into the sky.

"Let's begin." Daenerys spoke with a slightly cold tone. She had long wanted to eradicate such a danger in King's Landing.

As soon as Daenerys and Rhaella left the room, the Sardaukar followed both women, shielding them with cold stares under their golden masks.

Arriving at the feasting hall, Daenerys saw that everyone was ready, all wearing armor.

However, she soon noticed a handsome man approaching her, he had brown hair and green eyes, the crest of a golden rose on the green armor told his identity.

Curiously, he used a cane to walk, he limped softly showing that he was indeed lame.

Daenerys was curious how a lame man could participate on the battlefield.

"My queen, I am Willas, Heir of House Tyrell. Your Grace the King has appointed me as the new Master of Coin." Placing his hand on his chest, Willas introduced himself with elegance and charisma.

Daenerys' eyes lit up hearing the words of the Heir of the High Garden. She knew her husband, Aenar would never put someone incompetent in important positions.

"Are you sure you'll take part, Lord Willas?" Daenerys asked with a worried expression about Willas' situation. Now that she knew Willas had been chosen as Master of Coin, she didn't want him to die.

"Don't worry, Your Grace. Although I'll be taking part in the attack, I'll be commanding half of House Tyrell's army to set up a shield barrier to stop any commoners running towards the Great Sept of Baelor." Willas certainly knew the reason for the Queen's concern, but he didn't care and spoke in a respectful tone.

Daenerys nodded; she knew that this was a major concern in this attack. If the population helped the Faith of the Seven, the city would become a slaughterhouse, killing people like cattle.

"Good luck to us all." Daenerys commented with a smile as she moved towards the platform, where everyone was waiting for her to arrive.

Before climbing onto the platform, Daenerys let the Sardaukar position themselves to protect her and only then did she climb onto the platform.

"There is no turning back now, today we will begin what I will call the Holy War or Jihad!" Daenerys spoke out loud, looking at all the lords present. There wasn't a single woman among the lords present, which showed how few women were in power.

The lords didn't quite understand what a Holy War or even a Jihad was, but for some reason, the word sent chills through their bodies. Even though the atmosphere was warm, they felt icy and deadly.

Just as Daenerys was about to start.

Willas, who was approaching the crowd, caught a glimpse of a suspicious person. But what made the Heir of the High Garden's face change dramatically was that the man held out his arm, showing a small crossbow!

"Protect the queen, there's an assassin!!!" Willas didn't hesitate to shout as he advanced towards the assassin, knocking the man down in the process.

The assassin hadn't expected there to be people paying attention to him with the queen's speech in progress. However, by the time the man was knocked down, the arrow had already been fired in Daenerys' direction.

The arrow tore through the air at great speed and struck Daenerys' arm.

Daenerys let out a pained moan, feeling the sharp pain in her arm. At the same moment, Balerion, who was lying in the courtyard, opened his eyes and let out a furious roar.

"RHUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANGGGG!!!"

Like Aenar and Caraxes, Balerion and Daenerys had a very special bond.

When Daenerys was wounded, Balerion sensed it and woke from his sleep. The black dragon got up and flew without any hesitation, heading towards the Feasting Hall.

Inside the Feast Hall, panic had spread at the assassination attempt. The Sardaukar were furious, the queen had been injured in front of them, they hadn't fulfilled the purpose of their existence, how could they not be furious right now!!!

Looking at the small trickle of blood running down her daughter's arm, Rhaella showed a look of pure anger.

"Forgive me, my queen. The assassin hid the weapon under his armor and we didn't notice." Merik knelt before Daenerys and bowed his head in shame.

"Don't worry, Merik." Looking at her arm, Daenerys pulled out the arrow and wrapped clean cloths around the wound. Seeing the amount of blood seeping from the wound, she knew it hadn't hit any critical part of her arm, it was just a wound in her flesh.

Taking the sword from one of the Sardaukar, Daenerys walked towards the assassin who had been immobilized by the lords.

"I don't care what your motive is for murdering me." Daenerys said, looking at the assassin. "Since you love your god so much, I'll send you into his arms beforehand."

Arriving in front of the assassin, the man wanted to say something, but before he had a chance, his head was severed from his body by the sword Daenerys was holding.

Blood splattered on the ground as the head rolled a few times before coming to a stop, the assassin's expression one of shock and disbelief.

Seeing the girl cut off the assassin's head in person, everyone's eyes grew more respectful. The girl had more courage than many men who had never dared raise a sword against the enemy.

"Thank you for the warning, Lord Willas." Daenerys looked at Willas with a grateful and gentle gaze. Although she knew she would be in no danger with Aenar's magic inside her, she still knew she had to thank Willas, who had tried to prevent the assassination.

"Don't thank me, My Queen." Willas shook his head and spoke with a serious tone. "It is the duty of every vassal to protect the royal family."

Looking at Willas' face, the surrounding lords couldn't help but admire the Heir of the High Garden's level of flattery. There weren't many people who could achieve this level of flattery.

"My Queen, are we going to continue the attack?" Monford asked with a cold, murderous tone.

"We're not just going to continue, we're not going to stop until the entire Sept is nothing but a pile of rubble." Daenerys spoke with an even colder and more murderous tone than Monford himself.

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