Game Of Thrones: The God-Emperor of Planetos

"What would you do if you were the target of countless gods? I like to think I'd want to cut everyone's head off, but unfortunately that's not possible, at least at the moment. Who knows in the future." God-Emperor of Planetos, Aenar I Targaryen.

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"It's a good sword." Looking at Dawn in his hand, Aenar commented with a smile on his lips. His eyes were glowing with a phosphorescent light, seeing a certain timeline unfolding before him.

Looking at Leda, still kneeling, Aenar returned the sword and waited for the girl's oath.

Leda, knowing what she had to say, began to speak while still kneeling in front of Aenar. "I, Leda, Sword of the Morning of House Dayne, stand before your grace, my king, with this sword as proof of my loyalty. I swear by my honor and my blood to protect your majesty and the kingdom until my last breath. My steel will be your steel, and my fate will be intertwined with yours."

Aenar smiled and replied: "I, Aenar Targaryen, First of My Name, King of the Andals, the Roinars and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm accept your oath, Leda of House Dayne."

"So, Leda of House Dayne, I ask you for the third time. Will you give up your titles and possessions to serve me until your last breath?"

"Yes." Leda answered without any hesitation.

"Will you abandon your role as a woman and never be able to marry and have children?"

"Yes." Leda answered without any hesitation.

"Then rise, Leda of House Dayne, Lady Commander of the Kingsguard." Aenar ordered and Leda stood up.

All the guards in red armor began to bang their spears against the floor at the same time, creating a symphony throughout the throne room. An almost sacred atmosphere seemed to reverberate off the walls of the hall.

However, Aenar's next words destroyed the sacred and thrilling atmosphere.

"You have your first order, Leda." Aenar spoke, causing many to be shocked.

Leda, with Dawn in her hands, waited in silence for her king's words.

Aenar climbed the steps again and sat on the throne, making himself comfortable on the cold metal seat, he finally continued speaking in a calm tone. "A Faceless Assassin from House Black and White has infiltrated House Martell's entourage, locate him and bring me his head."

Aenar gestured for Daenerys to come to him and the girl obeyed, whereupon Aenar placed her on his lap under the girl's shy eyes.

"Watch, it will be an interesting scene." Aenar whispered in her ear. Daenerys nodded and settled into a more comfortable position on his lap. Her eyes looked at the fight about to begin with a look full of anticipation.

"Yes, my king." Leda replied as she walked towards the House Martell entourage with Dawn in her hands.

As soon as Aenar's words rang out in the Throne Room, all the surrounding Red Guards formed a circle around House Martell, surrounding everyone, including Arianne and Oberyn, who were shocked by such sudden events.

Titus and Sigismund didn't move and stood in front of the throne, as did Kinvara, Benerro, Moqorro and Ser Willem. All ready to defend Aenar and Daenerys.

Oberyn drew his sword and looked at all his guards, he was absolutely certain that his daughters, niece and mistress were really them, but the guards he wasn't so sure about.

Obara, Nymeria and Tyene moved into position around her father and Arianne, protecting the prince and princess of Dorne. Ellaria was the only one who stood behind Oberyn, holding a dagger in her hands.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the guards of House Martell.

"What is the greatest duty of a House Martell Guard?" Oberyn asked, looking at all ten of his guards.

Nine voices sounded at once.

"Never die with a sword clean of blood, avenge the dead and fight to the last breath, there is no surrender in Dorne!!!"

Oberyn's eyes focused almost immediately on the last guard, who remained silent while the others responded without hesitation.

Suddenly, the fleeting light of the sword appeared in the air and just as he was about to behead the supposed guard of House Martell, the guard struck a completely inhuman pose, dodging the sword while bending backwards in an extremely difficult pose.

Leda didn't stop and pursued the assassin with a cold, deadly stare, she never imagined that her entrance ceremony to the Kingsguard would be tainted by a filthy murderer. To say she was furious at that moment was an understatement.

Under everyone's eyes, an impressive and legendary fight was taking place in front of them.

Dawn was slicing through the air at an astonishing speed in a sequence of deadly and precise attacks, the assassin was just running away while dodging the blows of the sword with equally astonishing agility.

However, he couldn't escape Leda's sword forever. Small cuts soon accumulated on his body, which consequently made the assassin's speed slower and slower, making it even easier for Leda to inflict more damage.

Titus and Sigismund watched the fight with admiration in their eyes. They may have been stronger and faster than Leda, but their technique could not be compared to Leda, who had trained all her life in the art of the sword.

They were beginners, while Leda had already achieved the rank of master swordsman at a tender age.

Thinking that Leda would go through the same process of improvement that they had, the girl would become a veritable killing machine.

They both looked at each other and saw each other's thoughts in their eyes, they would have to train for decades to reach Leda's level and they couldn't relax. They had a duty and responsibility to protect their king.

Leda swung her sword towards the assassin's head. The attack was deadly and cold, just like her eyes at that moment, but the man drew a dagger and defended the blow. He used the dagger to change Dawn's trajectory and took advantage of the moment to kick the newly appointed Lady Commander of the Kingsguard in the stomach.

The girl withstood the attack on her belly and used all her strength, changing the trajectory of the sword still in the air and making a cut from her belly to the assassin's shoulder. The assassin stared at her in disbelief. As if he was surprised by someone changing the trajectory of a sword while it was still in the air.

Blood oozed from the wound in large quantities and fell onto the marble floor with sounds that were particularly audible in this silent environment. The assassin's breathing increased as he stared fearlessly at his approaching death.

Leda didn't mind the assassin's wide-eyed stare and brandished her sword again without hesitation. This time the man had nowhere to escape and, surprisingly, she could see in his gaze that he was facing death calmly, which happened in the next instant.

Dawn cut the man's head off cleanly, the head fell off the body and rolled a few times before stopping. Curiously, his gaze was fixed on Aenar sitting on the throne with Daenerys on his lap.

Aenar could see that the Faceless Assassin was looking at him with a calm and cold gaze, there was something else in the man's gaze, as if he were a completely different person, or rather, a completely different being.

"Annoying gods..." Aenar muttered to himself, but Daenerys heard his mutter perfectly, but didn't ask him at that moment surrounded by people.

However, what happened in the next moment made everyone feel chills running through their bodies.

The bodiless head smiled and bared its strangely pale teeth, blinking its eyes that were now as black as the purest darkness in the world. Black flames burned silently in the empty cavities of his eyes

"Your soul is beautiful, Champion of Light. I want it." A cold, frightening voice sounded, causing everyone's expression to change dramatically. Even Kinvara and Oberyn couldn't help but become completely solemn.

However, the frightening, cold atmosphere was broken by a loud laugh containing a strong irony.

Aenar, who had come down from his throne, walked while he had Dawn in his hand, given to him by Leda, he laughed and let out a few loud laughs. Using Blood Magic, he made his blood combust and the legendary sword began to catch fire.

Crimson flames covered the entire blade, the intense heat making the air around it extremely volatile.

"I'm really scared. Look, I'm shaking with fear." Aenar responded to the talking head's words with a feigned expression of fear, there was an amused smile on his face as he saw the expression of the God who dared to possess a mortal before him.

"I'll be waiting, God of Many Faces." Aenar didn't wait for the words of the God who had just possessed the killer's body. He swung his sword. The sword pierced the head and crimson fire began to consume the head.

The God of Many Faces just let out a terrifying laugh as his temporary Avatar was reduced to ashes in mere seconds.

Everyone watched in silence as Aenar spoke to the talking head without fear and even provoked it with boldness and courage, which marked many of the people present. It was as if Aenar's presence calmed everyone down, even if the sky collapsed, he would be there to hold it up.

It was a strange feeling, but it appeared in the heart of every person present.

"What an interesting evening." Aenar commented, trying to ease the tension in the air, but apparently not succeeding.

Aenar didn't blame them for being so tense, seeing a talking head really made you rethink life and many philosophical questions...

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