Game Of Thrones: The God-Emperor of Planetos

"What did it feel like to incinerate an entire army? Just the horrible smell of burning human flesh filling the air, but at the same time an overwhelming feeling of absolute power, as if I were the most powerful man in the world. It's hard to describe exactly, but if I had to explain it, I'd say it was like wishing for the moon and believing I could hold it in my hands. Aenar Targaryen, riding Caraxes for the first time at the Battle of Volantis.

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ROARRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!

A thunderous roar rang out in the sky as the gigantic Caraxes seemed to cover the heavens with its wings above them.

Rhaella watched in utter disbelief as the giant crimson dragon swooped overhead, bringing with it winds and the smell of sulphur that for some reason reminded her of Dragonstone.

She didn't know how to describe the feeling she had when she saw the dragon; it was as if a long-cherished dream had come true. The dream of the Targaryen kings over the centuries was coming true before her eyes. Just as it had been her dream after more than a decade in exile.

If House Targaryen had dragons, would the noble houses have the courage to rebel? The answer was a resounding no. Harrenhal Castle stood as proof of the power of House Targaryen's dragons. What fool would dare fight a dragon that could incinerate an entire city in minutes?

And though she knew of the dragon's existence from Kinvara, knowing of the dragon's existence and seeing it in person were two very different things.

Rhaella had to admit it was spectacular to see, she really wanted to know what it felt like to ride a dragon, she assumed it would be liberating. It was a creature capable of killing millions of people in a city, but she felt absolutely safe seeing it up close.

Rhaella tried to see her grandson, but she couldn't see him clearly, catching a glimpse of white-gold hair before the dragon was hundreds of yards away in the blink of an eye.

Daenerys could only open her mouth in awe as she watched the huge crimson dragon soar above the camp. She was sure she would never forget the scene before her; she would always remember her nephew arriving to save them, just as he had a year and a half ago, when he managed to find a safe home for his family even on another continent.

"Mummy, let's see!!!" Daenerys said in an excited tone as she watched the crimson figure quickly disappear from her field of vision.

Rhaella wore a struggling expression, but finally nodded. She wanted to see her grandson as soon as possible, even if she saw him burning tens of thousands of people...

"Come on, I've come with a horse and we can head for the battlefield." She said, taking her daughter's hand and dragging her along, despite the blood on Daenerys' hands, dress and face.

The red priestess and all the wounded didn't care about their own injuries and all forced themselves to get up and head towards the battlefield. Although many had relatively serious injuries, absolutely no one wanted to miss the chance to see the Son of Light up close.

Unlike Rhaella and Daenerys, who had admiration and joy in their eyes, the members of the Red Faith had only one thing - Fanaticism and nothing else.

On the battlefield, there was not a spot without a trace of blood on Visenya's body, the eighteen-year-old was completely drenched in blood and yet she showed a satisfied smile.

In that first shockwave, the attack of eleven thousand men against twenty-five thousand Dothraki went very well, and despite the relatively high casualties, they managed to kill at least almost ten thousand enemies!

The number was so great because instead of swords, Visenya chose to use long spears to deal with the Dothraki cavalry. The spear barrier became particularly nightmarish for the Dothraki, who were unable to advance with their horses and had to fight on the ground like everyone else.

Without the advantage of their horses' high mobility, the Dothraki, who couldn't get through the armor or get close to the Red Army because of the long spears, basically became targets to be shot at.

Visenya was sure that, given a little more time, she could destroy the remaining fifteen thousand Dothraki still alive and exhausted at that moment.

However, she soon discovered that she couldn't fulfill her dream of winning a legendary battle.

The reason she couldn't was simple, the sky darkened and the thunderous sound of flapping wings caught the attention of everyone on the battlefield.

Everyone looked up and panicked, or rather, the Dothraki for the first time, showed expressions of fear and terror at being obscured by the gigantic wings.

"Nephew..." Visenya murmured, watching the greatest power in the world flying above her. The dragon was a deep shade of red, crimson, its size was breathtaking, it was practically a small flying hill! At the same time, a look of admiration shone in her violet eyes.

She absolutely idolized the strong, especially a man who had a dragon as his nephew, who was not only intelligent, but also worthy of sitting on the Iron Throne.

Seeing the dragon opening its mouth, Visenya opened her arms and muttered. "Fire and blood."

The moment she muttered this, crimson flames gushed out of the dragon's mouth and descended upon the earth like an overwhelming funnel of flames, hitting the Dothraki.

A moment before, Aenar, looked at the Dothraki army and showed no mercy in his actions.

"Dracarys!"

Caraxes obeyed his brother's request and crimson flames fell on the Dothraki army as the crimson dragon flew above them.

The flames consumed everything in front of them, be it men or horses, all of whom were reduced to mere ashes in an instant. What was left of these men was often only their feet, which were not hit so surely by the dragon's flames.

Aenar tilted his body to the side and Caraxes followed his movements, flying vertically in the air, circling the battlefield as the crimson dragon opened its mouth and spewed red flames at the Dothraki army.

Wherever the flames touched, they left a trail in a straight line on the scorched earth blackened by the flames.

Caraxes located a group slightly larger than ants and glided into the air, standing in a position in the air while flapping his wings, he opened his mouth and flames poured from his throat in a straight line, consuming all the enemies before him in an instant.

After that, Caraxes landed on the ground with a loud and heavy thud, without noticing he crushed a Dothaki along with his horse with his paw and continued to burn anything that moved.

The dragon's long tail didn't stand still, acting like a whip, killing anyone who dared approach it.

The arrows shot at him didn't even scratch the scales hardened by the extreme heat of Caraxes body, they didn't even tear the membrane of his wings and all the arrows were shot far away.

Aenar looked at the entire battlefield now covered in red flames and couldn't help but take a deep breath. The disgusting smell of human flesh floated around him along with the ashes of the dead.

At that moment, even though he didn't want to, he felt like the king of the world. How could he not, perhaps this was every boy's dream and here he was, killing tens of thousands of men in less than five minutes.

Aenar didn't enjoy this feeling for long, he commanded Caraxes and continued to kill everyone on the ground while the dragon's heavy footsteps echoed hundreds of meters away.

From the saddle, Aenar could see Caraxes' huge neck and his face changing direction every time he killed a Dothraki, there was something faintly resembling a sadistic smile on the dragon's draconic face.

Through their bond, Prince Targaryen could feel Caraxes' extreme joy and sadism as if it were his own. It also brought Aenar a feeling of happiness.

It was the first time they had both acted so freely since they were born, how could they not be happy at this moment?

Visenya, who gazed at the dragon amid the blood-red flames, spitting out even more red flames, had nothing but pure admiration and a longing to possess such power one day in her lilac eyes.

At the same time, her eyes fell on the saddle, where even from hundreds of meters away, she could see the white-gold hair and black armor along with a red cloak over his shoulders.

Even though she was disappointed at not being able to destroy the entire Dothraki army, she was still incredibly happy to see the figure riding the dragon.

It was her nephew - Prince Aenar of House Targaryen.

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While writing this chapter, I realized that I like to write Aenar and Caraxes burning people. I don't know if I should worry about my sanity...

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