Game Of Thrones: The God-Emperor of Planetos-Chapter 91 - - The Ruins of the Dreadfort (IV)

"Tyrant or despot, take your pick, but everything I have done and will do is for the good of mankind." Aenar Targaryen, God-Emperor of Planetos.

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"But, Uncle, to facilitate the ceremony of allegiance with the Lords of the North, I'll have to leave and I'll be back in half a day." Aenar spoke, rising from his chair, causing everyone in the Manor, including Leda, to look at him in surprise.

"Leda, you stay in Winterfell." Seeing that Leda wanted to follow him, Aenar spoke, letting the girl, for the first time, show a rather comical expression. It was the look of a dog being abandoned.

Suppressing the urge to tease the Lady Commander of the Royal Guard, Aenar spoke gently: "I think you and Lord Stark need to talk about a lot of things."

Hearing his words, Robb looked strangely at Leda and Eddard, as if confused about what they both had to talk about.

Without waiting for Leda's reply, Aenar left the Manor and headed for the exit of Winterfell castle.

He was about to pay the Dreadfort a visit and burn some people again. Remembering the smell of burning flesh at the Second Field of Fire in Volantis, Aenar began to feel excited. He quite liked burning his enemies, especially those he especially wanted to kill, like House Bolton.

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A few hours later - North, Dreadfort

Roose was sitting in his study with a letter in his hands. The red wax seal that sealed it bore a lion on two paws, roaring.

A letter from House Lannister.

Roose had already read the letter and knew what it contained. And he had to admit: he really liked what was written on the paper.

Roose, of House Bolton, Guardian of the North and Lord of Winterfell.

He really liked how those words sounded together. As for loyalty? Roose laughed at the idiots who were blindly loyal to a ruler.

Especially House Bolton, the Red Kings, who had a long history of betrayals against the Winter Kings, even after submitting to House Stark.

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Like any Ancient Noble House, the Red Kings and the Winter Kings had a long-standing blood feud, which had never really been extinguished. At that moment, behind a secret passage, the flayed skins of the Winter Kings were proudly stretched across the wall, displaying the Red Kings' incredible deeds.

Now, with the help of House Lannister, Roose finally had hope of achieving what no other Red King had managed: destroying House Stark!

Roose wanted to laugh, and in the end, even with his son's death hanging over him, it didn't dilute the sense of euphoria and pleasure he was feeling at that moment.

The Lord of the Dreadfort stopped laughing. He knew he couldn't attack too hastily. He would strike when House Stark was most vulnerable. Only by killing all the Stark men and marrying the women could he obtain the North without causing the vassals of House Stark to revolt.

Suddenly, the office door opened and, under Roose's stunned eyes, a tall young man with golden-white hair and purple eyes entered as if he owned the place. He picked up a jug of wine and poured himself a glass, while looking at him with an amused look.

"The wine is very good, better than the beer they sell in the North." Aenar commented, feeling the slightly spicy taste on his tongue.

"Who are you and how did you get past my guards?" Roose drew his sword in an instant and asked with an indifferent tone. His pale eyes, like two moons in the night sky, stared at Aenar with cold lethality.

Aenar didn't answer. He walked over to the table and picked up the envelope containing the letter from Tywin Lannister, Lord of the Rock.

"Tywin is really cunning. He knows he can't fight the North with Moat Cailin in the way, so in case of betrayal, he's put an important piece hidden away to be used at the right moment." Aenar commented with a nonchalant tone. "Honestly, if I didn't have the ability to see the future, fighting someone so experienced would be a big problem."

Roose listened in silence to the ravings of the young man in front of him. See the future? He scoffed at the boy's madness, but the feeling that something was incredibly wrong never went away.

Without any hesitation, Roose attacked the young man with a cold stare. Although he didn't know how the young man had gotten into the Dreadfort, he had to die.

Aenar didn't even move and simply spoke with an unquestioning tone. "Sit down and start writing."

Under Roose's shocked eyes, his body refused to obey his commands, and he was forced to sit down, pick up a blank sheet of paper and a quill tipped with ink.

"Write down for all the Lords of the North the words of Tywin Lannister and tell them how much they will gain by submitting to the reign of House Bolton."

Aenar walked up behind Roose and spoke in a gentle tone, but that gentleness only made the Lord of the Dreadfort's face paler than his own eyes, if such a thing was possible in the first place.

Roose wanted to stop, but no matter how much he screamed in his mind, his body simply wouldn't obey his orders. And if he kept writing and sending those letters to all the Northern Lords, he was sure that House Bolton would be destroyed.

Although House Bolton was not loyal, the other noble houses were. All the Noble Houses of the North would become enemies of House Bolton at the same time!

"I'm doing this so I don't look like an unscrupulous tyrant. At least, for now, I must be a benevolent king full of justice." Aenar commented with a bored tone. He had invaded the Dreadfort using the Voice and succeeded easily, there were few humans with enough mental stamina to shake off his influence.

"In the future, I really will be a tyrant, but I'll be a tyrant for the good of humanity."

Aenar knew very well how hypocritical, crazy and insane his words were. But in the end, humanity would only achieve greatness when it was totally unified. And for that, only a Tyrant God could control the most volatile beings in the known universe.

Roose no longer wanted to hear Aenar's words. The boy was mad and a sorcerer for controlling him using the Voice. However, under his desperate eyes, letter after letter was written, all sealed with red wax and the coat of arms of House Bolton. With each letter written, he felt as if a sword was being driven through his heart.

"I don't usually like killing people, but what I'm going to do to your noble house, I'm going to enjoy. I'll take pleasure in reducing every atom of your castle to ashes." Aenar spoke with a smile on his face. "And when it's all over, everything that remains of House Bolton will be erased. I'll make sure no one remembers what House Bolton was."

Aenar knew how to strike terror into someone, especially a Lord of a Noble House, who had always been obsessed with ensuring the continuity of his lineage above anything else.

Aenar's words aroused anger, fear and resentment in Roose. All these emotions were reflected in the Dreadfort Lord's eyes, which took on a furious look, with red veins clearly visible in the sclera.

"I can feel your anger, but blame yourself for belonging to a Noble House that I abhor with all my might." Aenar spoke as he poured himself another glass of wine. He really liked that slightly spicy wine, it was perfect for drinking in the cold.

"Order the letters to be sent and go back to the office, I'll have you killed by sticking a sword through your heart." Aenar ordered, using the Voice. He didn't hide Roose's fate, only intensifying the Lord of Dreadfor's fear and terror.

Roose's body obeyed, even against his will.

Watching Roose leave his own office, Aenar sat down in the seat that had belonged to all the Red Kings and Lords of the Dreadfort before. After killing Roose, he would find Ramsay and burn the entire Dreadfort before him, finally destroying the young man's last hope of revenge.

Call him a sadist, but he thought that would be a pleasant fate for a monster like Ramsay.

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