Game Of Thrones: The God-Emperor of Planetos-Chapter 109 - - The Lords of the North (I)

"That'll be fun." Aenar I Targaryen, feeling certain looks full of hatred and anger coming from the Lords of the North.

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A month has passed quickly, Shadow Tower, Castle Black, and Eastwatch-by-the-Sea have undergone an astonishing transformation. The reforms only finished so quickly because the Free Folk were paid with food to help with what was needed. Tens of thousands of people infinitely sped up the time it took to erect wooden walls and fortify the gates.

However, around sixty to seventy thousand savages were ready to set off towards the fief of Mance. Aenar, Robb and Arya joined the march to Winterfell, where Mance would meet Eddard of House Stark and swear his oath again in the eyes of all the Lords of the North.

Who, by the way, were already at Winterfell at that very moment, just waiting for him to arrive.

"Arya, do you want to come with me or Robb?" Aenar asked as he put on his flying gloves, he looked at the six-year-old girl wearing men's clothing.

There was no hesitation in Arya's words. "With you!!!"

How could she miss the chance to fly on a dragon? She would probably kill herself with rage if she refused to fly on a dragon, something that perhaps every child in Westeros has thought of doing one day.

Aenar wasn't surprised by Arya's answer, if she refused he would be shocked. Looking at Robb, who was chatting happily with Val, he felt that his efforts this month had paid off handsomely. Teaching Robb to woo Val had proved easier than expected and the Heir of Winterfell had quickly learned to compliment a woman without making her feel uncomfortable or too invasive.

Sure, Robb might be in love with Val, but he was sure that Val wasn't in love with Robb. Val was a mature woman, how could she fall in love so easily, but that didn't matter in Aenar's eyes.

Companionship in his eyes was much more important than love. In science, infatuation doesn't last more than three years and that feeling of euphoria and always wanting to be by your loved one's side gradually calms down.

In the end, only love remains.

You might say that love and infatuation are the same, but both are different. Passion is something selfish, always wanting the lover's attention or always being by his or her side. Love, however, is born of companionship through coexistence and the difficulties the couple faces over the years.

That's why Val not being in love with Robb wasn't important in Aenar's eyes; he would much rather Robb had a wife who would be with him for life than a passing passion.

However, after seeing Val's reaction to Robb's flirtations, Aenar knew that Val was also interested in Robb, although he didn't know if it was because of Robb's status or something else.

"Robb, stop bothering Val and let's go." Aenar shouted at Robb, who simply looked at him with a disgruntled look.

Aenar rolled his eyes and no longer cared about the heir to Winterfell. He hadn't expected Robb to be one of those friends who abandoned years of friendships for a woman.

"Follow me." Aenar spoke as he climbed over the iron netting that held the saddle in place. Arya looked at the dragon so closely with a look of admiration and without any hesitation, followed Aenar.

As soon as Arya reached the saddle, she was picked up by Aenar and placed in front of him, Leda positioned herself behind Aenar, as she could leave her King alone again.

Putting the belt around the three of them and closing it tightly, Aenar spoke to Caraxes in High Valyrian. "Sōvegon Caraxes!"

Under Arya's shocked eyes, the dragon stood up and even though she was on the ground, she was at a very high height. Then the dragon began to walk and with a loud flapping of its wings, it took off into the sky quickly.

Looking down, Arya saw the Free Folk marching in a straight line and couldn't help but shout excitedly. "Faster!"

Leda, behind Aenar, twitched her lips abnormally, she really couldn't believe that there were people who enjoyed flying on a dragon and still asked to go faster.

Aenar couldn't help but laugh at Arya's words and decided to teach the little adventurer a lesson, making her feel the real danger.

With the connection between man and dragon, Caraxes understood what his rider wanted and began to lean to the side, gradually turning in the air. Arya turned pale and an expression of fear appeared on her face as the dragon simply stood upside down in the air.

If it hadn't been for feeling Aenar's arm behind her, the girl would have started screaming in fear a long time ago. Her expression of fear satisfied Aenar and Leda, who secretly laughed at the brave girl.

Although what he did was cruel, Aenar thought it was an appropriate lesson. Under no circumstances could Arya try to ride Caraxes alone. He had no doubt that Caraxes would devour the girl in a rage, and she had to learn that Caraxes might seem calm, but he wasn't. He was cruel, sadistic and had a very strong sense of humor. He was cruel, sadistic and liked to devour corpses.

After he felt that enough was enough, he asked Caraxes to stop maneuvering in the air and the crimson dragon flew normally in the air, making the poor girl breathe a sigh of relief. Being upside down in the air was a terrible situation that she never wanted to experience again.

"I'll never fly on a dragon again." Arya murmured with watery eyes, almost as if she was going to cry at any moment, but the girl showed a determined expression and didn't cry, even though she wanted to cry as loudly as possible at that moment.

"Arya, when we get to Winterfell, I'm taking you on a special flight." Hearing her words, Aenar flashed a gentle smile and spoke in an amused tone. Although he knew it was sadistic, he enjoyed seeing the look of fear on Arya's face. Every older brother liked to scare his younger brothers and sisters, perhaps it was a natural part of the world.

Arya's face paled at the mention of the special flight. She had an idea of what this special flight would be like, full of acrobatics and maneuvers in the air. If it had been before, she might have been excited, but after experiencing it for herself, she just wanted to get back on the ground and never get on a dragon again.

"I'll pass, I'll learn to ride a horse." Arya showed an expression that she wasn't interested and spoke in a casual tone, trying to sound like she wasn't afraid, but just disinterested. "All right, horses are very interesting too." Aenar definitely saw that she was lying, but didn't reveal her lie and acted along.

Looking down, Aenar saw the Free Folk marching over the King's Road, heading towards Winterfell. From there, these people would go to the Fief of Mance and start building the initial settlements for the construction of the city and castle.

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Winterfell Castle.

Looking at the Great Hall full of Lords and Ladies of the North, Eddard looked inexpressive sitting on the Throne of the Winter Kings. Ice, the Valyrian Steel sword of House Stark stood beside the throne with its imposing size and full of power. It wasn't hard to guess that a person would be cut in half with extreme ease by the sword.

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"Lord Stark, why have we been called so urgently? Is it about the war against Prince Targaryen across the sea?" Lady of House Mormont, Maege Mormont asked with a worried tone.

She had already received the news and couldn't help but show a troubled expression. She hadn't expected Lyanna to have a child with Rhaegar; on the one hand, she was happy that Lyanna's legacy still existed, on the other, she was disgusted that the fruit of her rape was still alive.

When Maege spoke, all eyes focused on Eddard, waiting for his answer. It was obvious that everyone was ready for war when it came, they just needed the orders of the Lord of Winterfell and Protector of the North.

Feeling the anxious glances towards war, Eddard felt a headache coming on. How could he tell these people that they were not going to fight against House Targaryen, but alongside it?

However, after seeing everyone's expression, he knew that anything else would not be accepted by these Lords and Ladys. Some wanted revenge, others just wanted a good war and some were undecided.

Suddenly, the gates of the Great Hall opened and a young but powerful voice sounded throughout the place.

"Of course we're going to war, a war against House Baratheon and their supporters."

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