Chapter 19: Sōvēs

Moat Cailin

Robb woke up and, after getting dressed, went to the big room to have breakfast. On entering, he saw that his uncle and aunt were already there.

"Good morning," he said to them.

"Good morning," they replied smiling.

"Slept well, Robb?" asked his aunt, with a smile.

" Wonderfully," he answered, sipping some wine.

"Robb. When you left, Ned said that Arya had also disappeared and that she must have left with you. But I didn't see her coming back with you," said Benjen.

" In that regard, we have a problem," Robb replied sipping from his goblet as the servants brought food and a plate for him.

"Arya stayed in Essos, with Aenar," he added, and seeing that Benjen was going to say something, he continued, "I know what you want to say, but I've already sent men, to pick her."

"Come on, Robb, she's a ten-year-old girl. Do you trust those men? Because I don't. How could you do such a thing?" replied Benjen clearly upset.

And on second thought, Robb realized the mistake he made and will have to write to his cousin so that he will not give her to them.

"I will send a message to Aenar," and Benjen nodded. After eating and drinking, his aunt retired to go see his cousins.

And Robb said, "Uncle, there's something I have to show you." And he pulled out the travel book.

"This is a magic book that Aenar bought in Essos. It is used to communicate at a distance, and you have to write with blood."

"Very interesting," Benjen said, observing him.

"Uncle no one can know that we have this kind of book. The other one is in Aenar's possession, so you can understand the importance of this book, and why it has to be secret."

"Yes. There are many traitors in this world and hungry power," replied Benjen.

Robb nodded, and after finishing the mug he said, "It's time for me to leave for Winterfell."

After getting ready and saying farewell to his uncle and the others, Robb began his journey towards Winterfell.

Winterfell

Robb was approaching Winterfell's gates. After a week of traveling from Moat Cailin, he finally arrived, and it was really great to return home, but his thoughts were still in Essos. With Arya and Alyssa. He received, in the secret book, from Aenar that Arya is well, and that he will protect her against all dangers. And Robb took him up on his word, but now he will have to explain it to his father, and especially his mother.

Entering the courtyard, Robb saw his father and mother descending the stairs from the balcony of the Keep, with a smile on their lips, and he smiled back. But his heart was beating quickly in fear. Arya was with him, and he will get a big head wash and maybe even worse.

Descending from the horse, Robb ran and hugged his father and mother.

"You look good, son."

"Thank you, father. Only soreened by the journey. We have a lot to talk about."

"Where's Arya, Robb. Where's your sister?" asked his mother, and he closed his eyes because he felt the agitation coming from her voice.

"It's better if we talk inside father's studio, mother. I don't want everyone to listen to our conversations.

"I want to know..."

"Cat! Enough!" said his father raising his voice. "Robb is right. Let's go inside."

Once in his father's studio, his mother asked again, "Where's Arya?"

"She stayed in Essos," Robb said, waiting to be hit by his mother's and father's fury.

"What? You left my little girl in that horrible place, with the son of that whore who brought the kingdom to..." but she didn't finish when his father hit her on the cheek with a slap, almost making her land on the ground.

Robb saw his mother's surprised face, and he too was surprised by his father's behavior. He knew that Ned Stark never hit women. And his father was also quite suppressed by what he did.

"Never dare to call my sister a whore, in my presence, we understood each other," said his father, in a harsh, cold and menacing tone. It was the first time Robb had heard him in such a tone, and he couldn't help but admit that he was frightened. "Now go out of the study. I have important things to talk with Robb."

His mother looked at him again, as she touched her cheek, and headed out of the studio. But before she walked out the door, Robb said. "Arya's fine. And Aenar will protect her, trust me. And the wolves are with her," but she left without answering.

"Father, why did you do this?" Robb asked as he turned to him.

His father sighed and replied, "It was not an honorable gesture, and the tensions of recent months have not helped much in that. But tell me, Robb, do you love your sisters? Do you love her?"

"Of course, what questions do you ask?" Robb answered.

"And tell me, if Arya or Sansa was called a whore by anyone, even your wife, could you listen while she says those things, knowing that they are not true?" and he lowered his head.

"She knows the truth about Aunt Lyanna and Aenar?"

"Yes, but although I told her why the rebellion broke out, and that it was already under development, several years earlier, thanks to some of my recent discoveries, she didn't believe it. She doesn't want to believe that her father, my father, even Brandon and Jon Arryn, were involved in that plot."

"So it's all true."

"Yes. But at the time I didn't realize it, and I was young. I had the dream that Robert would become my brother, and that he would marry Lyanna. But underneath, there was more. Hoster Tully, Jon Arryn and my father signed a secret alliance pact. Then my father, Rickard Stark, made a deal with Robert Baratheon through Jon Arryn." His father said and showing him some documents.

"I see, it's all clear now," Robb said, examining them and then handing them back.

After a little silence, his father asked, "So, I guess you met him, you talked to him, what's he like?"

"Well, he looks a lot like you and Arya, with curly black hair."

"Lyanna," said his father, smiling, "She had dark hair and pretty curly." even though Robb could see tears coming down from his eyes,

"He looks more Nordic than Targaryen. Except maybe his eyes and maybe something else. But since I've never seen Rhaegar Targaryen, I don't know.

"Yes, he also had curly hair and indigo eyes. And the character?"

"Ruthless, great warrior and commander, despite his age. He listens to the advice of his captains and those close to him. He's honorable, but he knows that sometimes that's not enough and you have to put it aside."

And his father gave him a confused expression.

"Father, I know that you value honor more than anything else, but the world is cruel and it doesn't work according to the rules of honor."

"Yes, but that doesn't mean we can't change it. Besides, not even my father or Jon Arryn did very honorable things. What else?"

"He has two magnificent queens..."

"Already."

"Well, he hasn't married yet, but that didn't stop them from not lying. They are Daenerys and Rhaella."

"Something not very honorable. Take the virtue of a maiden before the wedding day," and when he said that, Robb's heart began to beat quickly, and to sweat, thinking about what his father will say about him, for he did the same. And certainly this was not the time to reveal it.

"Did you say Rhaella? His grandmother Rhaella?" He asked his father with a serious, surprised tone, putting on some wine.

"Yes," Robb replied and took the goblet that his father gave him. Of course, this wine was not as good as Myr's, but you couldn't complain.

"And here, I don't agree," replied his father, sipping from his goblet. "It's one thing to marry his aunt, but his grandmother? I don't think the Seven Kingdoms, and the Septon will accept this union of theirs."

"I don't think he gives a shit about what the lords or the Septon think. And to the people, it only matters that they have a meal on the table and a roof over their head."

"Maybe, but it's the lords who provide the armies, Robb. Without them, he cannot conquer the Seven Kingdoms."

"He has a Dragon, Father. And he grows very fast, he's bigger than a Horse, and I'm sure Aena will soon ride him."

"So the stories that the merchants tell are true. A dragon has reappeared in our world and flies in the skies of Essos," said his father, more to himself than in general.

"Yes, and it's magnificent. Silvery, red eyes, like Ghost, and four feet," Robb replied recalling that magnificent creature.

"Four? Strange. The Masters write that Dragons have two legs and wings.

"I don't know. However, father, we must talk about the future."

"I'm listening to you."

"We need to create signal towers, from the Wall to the neck. And we need to try to create an alliance with the Wildlings, Father. The North and the South will not be enough if what Aenar says is true of what is coming against us. And especially according to some rumors, the Lannisters, and Robert Baratheon are planning something."

"I know, and I'm thinking about it. I'm going to summon the lords and let them know about it."

"Yes," Robb replied, and after drinking again from the goblet he asked, "Father, I saw Sansa and Rickon, but didn't Bran? Where is he?"

"He left with Howland Reed and an escort Beyond the Wall."

"What? How could you let him do that?" Robb asked.

"Do you think I don't know what danger he's going to, Robb? You think I wanted him to go where only death could wax?" said his father, in an almost angry tone.

"So why did you do it?"

"Because Howland said that he is our only chance to kill the enemy. The so-called Night King. Which I won't believe until I see it with my own eyes."

Robb, remembered Aenar telling him about a certain Ice King, with blue eyes, and Robb was sure now it was the Night King.

Then he remembered that he had to inform his father of the book his cousin had given him for the wars to come.

So, taking it from the bag, Robb put the red book on the table and said, "This is a magical book, father. It's called the travel book. Aenar has one, and we can communicate in secret with him. But we have to use the blood to write."

Robb saw how his father watched it curiously. "But no one needs to know about this," Robb said, and his father nodded, handing it over back to him.

"I suppose you're very tired and want to retire," his father said as he stood up, "You'll tell me about Essos again tomorrow. Robb, I'm very disapointed that you didn't keep an eye on your sister and left here in Essos."

"Yes, I know. And I'm sorry. But as I said Aenar will protect her," Robb replied and retreated to his room.

Upon entering, Robb saw that the bathtub was already full and that the bed was prepared. This meant that his mother, despite the incident that just happened, gave orders to the servants to prepare his room and bathtub.

After taking off his armor Robb immersed himself in the hot water, and savored the moment, daydreaming about Alyssa, and thinking of how to tell his father, and his mother, who was promised to Brandon, and he knows how she talked and defended him a lot during the conversation.

Old Gods, what a situation said Robb, to himself.

After drying Robb headed naked toward the bed, and lay down on it, with the memory of the last night with Alyssa.

King's Landing

They have just received news that Highgarden has been destroyed and that the members of House Tyrell have been killed, at the hands of the Targaryen. And now he was heading to his wife's room, or rather their room, and communicate this bad news to her. Orys still didn't know how to do it without causing her too much pain, and as kindly as possible, since maybe she is already pregnant. But he had to do it.

"On entering Orys saw that a servant was preparing her hair, and she, seeing him in the mirror, smiled immediately, and standing up, ran to him, kissing him on the lips. He kissed her back, with his hands on her hips, but not forgetting why he had come.

"Margery, I have to tell you something," Orys said between the kisses.

"I think it can wait," she said, starting to unbutton his tunic, but he stopped her, by the hands. "What I have to tell you is something very important," and turning to the servant he said, " Leave."

She bowed and left the room. While Orys, holding Margery's hand, led her to the bed.

Taking a breath, and passing his hand over his face, from his beard upwards, and then running it through his hair, he said, "What I will tell you is going to be very difficult for you." And he saw how her breathing increased.

"We just received the news that Highgarden was attacked."

"Attacked? By whom?" Margery asked, putting her hand on her lips.

"Targaryen. Lord Varys' spies informed us that Aenar Targaryen came down from the skies, on a big dragon and burned the whole castle. There's nothing left of it."

Orys saw that Margery, squeezed her Eyes and not to leave tears falling.

"M-my f-family?" she asked.

And Orys shakes his head, "All dead at the hands of the Targaryen." And Margery broke down in crying, buring her face in her hands, and Orys immediately embraced her.

After some time during which Margery cried in his arms, and when she started to slow down, giving her a kiss on the head she said drying her tears with his thumbs, "I swear to you that Aenar Targaryen and his damn supporters will pay for what they did at Highgarden."

"My brother, Willas is still in Essos. I have to send him a letter."

"I'll do it. You get some rest. Surely this news has shaken you up a lot.

She nodded, and Orys left the room. She was supposed to go to Baelish's trial, as he's the one who is accusing him and it will be held in the Throne Room.

Joffrey was outside the Red Keep, while his mother was saying goodbye to him with tears in her eyes. He could not believe that his own family was forcing him to take the black because of that traitorous dogs of the Stark. And in this way, he also lost his claim to the Iron Throne.

His father was indifferent to his departure, already immersed in the jars of wine, and already fucked with some whores.

His grandfather was as cold as ever, and he hated him even more especially because it was his idea to join the Night's watch.

While traveling on the king's road, a few miles from the capital, they were immediately attacked by what seemed to be bandits. Joffrey drew his sword and tried to fight. Those who were with him fell like flies, and he immediately got off the horse and hid behind a large rock. What drew his attention in this chaos was that the band did not attack him, only those who escorted him.

When only he remained among the living, Joffrey, saw a man approach him, "My name is Bronn. I'm a sellsword, and I was hired to save your fucking Lannister ass. Now me and my boys here, we'll accompany you to your uncle, Jaime Fucking Lannister, so I can get my rewards."

Joffrey was speechless. He didn't know what was going on. But nodded. If there was a chance to avoid the Night's Watch and have a chance to take the throne, perhaps with the Lannister army, he had to try. After all, he was the King chosen by the gods and the Legitimate Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, not his brother Orys. He was the proud lion. The great Stag. And he will be greater than all the previous Kings.

All the subjects were gathered in the throne room to await the trial of Baelish, found guilty of treason and the murder of Jon Arryn.

And Varys smiled at the victory he achieved over his rival in the Council. And that he will soon have what he deserves.

The King was sitting on the Iron Throne with on the sides Lord Tywin Lannister, the Hand of the King, and Lord Tyrion Lannister, Master of Coins, something that Varys did not agree with but could not help but recognize the brilliance of Lord Tyrion's mind, and that Varys intends to bring him to his side against Lord Tywin, and when the Targaryen and their magic are wiped from this world, he will remove Tywin Lannister, Robert Baratheon and Cersei Lannister.

Certainly, the death of the Tyrells was unfortunate but it served for the good of the realm.

"Let's start this damn trial before I piss myself, for fuck's sake," replied the king from the throne. What a buffoon. At least the son was in some ways better than the father and easier to manipulate, but Varys has already planned his death if he was not worthy of the throne.

He saw Littlefinger coming in chains escorted by the Golden Cape, and by Meryn Trant.

"Petyr of the House Baelish, you stand accused by Prince Orys of House Baratheon of treason and the murder of the hand of the king." Said the king and then asked, "Did you kill Lord Jon of House Arryn?"

"No, I didn't," responded Baelish with his smirk on the face.

"Was it Lysa Arryn who did it?"

"No, for what I know your grace. Me and Lady Arryn have only been friends when I was a ward in Riverlands. I didn't know her that well," responded Baelish, what a lire, Varys thinks. He had the proofs that he is the father of Robert Arryn and has an affair with her.

"The crown calls the accuser of Lord Baelish, Prince Orys of the Baratheon House," said the king. And the prince approached.

"You accuse Lord Baelish of murder, expose your facts," said Lord Tywin.

"When the Hand of the King, Lord Jon of House Arryn, died, I began my search with the help of Lord Varys, and found the evidence that incriminated Lord Baelish," replied Prince Orys. "Lord Arryn was poisoned with the Tears of Lys by his wife Lysa Tully, on at the behest of Petyr Baelish. And all present began to murmur among themselves.

"That is a lie," responded Baelish, and Varys could see that despite the smirk, he was sweating and was terrified.

"SILENCE!" shouted the king, rising from the throne. He was ready to break his head, it was very clear.

"And here is the list of the names of all the people that sweared before the Seven Gods that they saw them do it, the night Lord Arryn died."

After some of the people of the list, had witnessed against Littlefinger, the king said, "Considering that all the evidence holds you to be the author of the death of Lord Arryn, The Hand of the King, together with Lyssa Arryn, who will soon be on trial too, I Robert, of House Baratheon, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm, sentence you Petyr, of House Baelish, to death."

"I ask for a trial by combat," said Baelish, shouting.

"The trial is over, and you have been found guilty."

"Only the gods will be able to declare me guilty. I am innocent and I do not accept the court's verdict."

The king turned to those who were present at the jury and apparently by common agreement, they decided. But it was Lord Tywin who spoke, "The crown accepts your challenge and let the Seven Gods judge you. Now you have a week to decide who your champion will be, or if you decide to be yourself.

"No need. My champion is the Essos sellsword Vogadhor The Strong." And all gasped and began to whisper between them, and then chaos broke out. Everyone knew the fame of that veteran warrior. Varys could not say he was surprised because he knew, about the pact between Baelish and the Sellsword, and the debt he owed to him. Of course, that debt will be paid off if Baelish dies, but Varys was sure that he took precautions in this regard, and that therefore the sellsword had no choice but to fight for him.

"And so be it. The champion of the crown..."

"It will be me," replied Prince Orys, looking first toward the King and then toward Baelish. Everyone present was surprised and silent. He himself was surprised by this because he would have suggested someone else as a challenger. Someone like The Mountain.

"Prince Orys, I don't think it's a good idea to risk the life of the Heir to the throne, for a simple Trial," Lord Tyrion said.

"I agree with everything you have said Lord Tyrion, but Lord Arryn was like a second father to me, and if to avenge him, and bring his killer to justice I must fight in a Trial by Combat, I accept it with joy," replied the Prince.

" So be it, Prince Orys of House Baratheon will be the Crown Champion and will challenge Vogadhor in the Trial By Combat, three days from now. The court is dismissed," said the king and leaving the hall, in rage. And so did everyone.

This is getting interesting thought Varys, but he will make sure the Prince will win.

Three days later...

Today was the day of the Trial by Combat after the squire helped him put the armor on, Orys saw Margery enter the door, and smiled, " Leave." He told the squire.

"Have you seen your opponent? He' s almost as big as the mountain. I don't like this Orys. And his fame precedes him. And I can see that you look tired."

"Don't worry, my love, I'm fine. And I'm a tough guy too. After all, I am the son of the Demon of the Trident." He answered by kissing her on the lips before leaving.

Arriving in the arena where he will fight, Orys saw him. A man almost as tall as the Mountain, very muscular, dark skin, braided hair, and the face was almost full of scars. He was definitely a great warrior, and who saw many battles in his life, and who was touched by many blades. He wore leather armor, and wielded a double-edged axe in one hand and a shield in the other, while on his back he had a large sword. He could not help but admit that he was a bit afraid.

As he approached the center with his helmet in his hand, Orys looked toward his opponent and saw his black eyes.

"In the sight of gods and men, we gather to ascertain the guilt or innocence of Petyr Baelish. May the Mother grant them mercy. May the Father give them such justice as they deserve. And may the Warrior guide the hand of our champion..." Began Pycell, but his father, the king, was so bored that he waves to the Horns to sound to start the fight.

Taking their position the man said in a deep, hard and powerful voice, "Nothing personal, Prince, it's just business," and he put his helmet on his head, but it didn't cover his face completely.

He began to launch powerful attacks against Orys, with spinning, and Orys deflected them with his shield. But he did not notice the shield strike coming from below, and this caused him to fall to the ground, losing his concentration for a while, and his helmet. But he recovered immediately and managed to stop the axe blow that was coming towards his neck with the shield, and then kicking his opponent, causing him to fall forward.

But Vogadhor recovered, and so did he. Orys began to strike with his Valyrian steel hammer, breaking the shield of his opponent, who removed his shield as he retreated and laughed, " You play dirty, Prince. That's Valyria's steel."

"We're not playing, Vogadhor. This is a fight to the death."

Vogadhor laughed and grabbed his axe with both hands, "If you want to play hard prince, I'll give it to you." And he charged against him with quick strikes. Orys tried to avoid as much as he could, to parry, but he could feel how his body was going to yield and how his forces were going to leave him.

"Come on, Boy. You can do better than that. You are the son of the Demon of the Trident. Put the fucking hammer in the middle of his damn chest, for fuck's sake," screamed his father, as he was drinking the wine.

And this encouraged him. Feeling the fury grow, while the enemy charged him again, he tricked him and then hit him with the hammer. Vogadhor fell to the ground, and when he turned around, Orys planted a hammer on him, but Vogadhor, put the stick of the axe, which broke. But the blow was scored anyway, for he screamed, and there was a crack of ribs.

But this did not stop the enemy from drawing his sword from behind his back and hit him in the leg, but fortunately, there was the armor.

When Orys decided to end it, he attacked, and with the hammer, he hit him in the knee. Vogadhor also started to get tired and this gave him more advantage. Then Orys started parrying and attacking, parrying and attacking, until he disarmed his opponent, and then hit him at the other knee, making him fall to his knees. Throwing his shield away, Orys with a spinning, pierced Vogadhor with the pointed part of the hammer, penetrating his chest. As he pulled out the Hammer, Vogadhor began to laugh and said as the blood came out of his mouth, "Congratulations, Prince. You won. I underestimated you. In my life, I've fought thousands of battles but I've never met an enemy like you. You have my respect for this." Then, opening his hands and continuing to laugh, he said, "Now give me the final blow, so that I may finally rest." And Orys took his sword from the ground and cut off Vagodhar's head.

Turning to the jury, Orys saw his grandfather Tywin Lannister stand up, as his father was too submerged in wine and laughter to see the end of the duel, and he was even caressing the ass and the tits of a servant.

"The Gods have made their will known. Petyr Baelish, in the name of King Robert of the House Baratheon, First of His Name, you are hereby sentenced to death."

And Baelish was taken back to the cell, as Orys headed away to the palace, among the cheers of the people.

Myr

Since he was dismissed from Kingsguard, and the attack of Robert Baratheon's assassins, Barrista decided to look for the members of House Targaryen and pledge his loyalty to them. Sixteen years ago he made a mistake in kneeling to Robert Baratheon. Now he intends to make up for that mistake by serving the rightful rulers again and above all asking for their forgiveness for having let them down.

Initially, he was in Volantis since he did not know their location but now that he found out, he approached on horseback to the city of Myr.

At the gates, Barristan saw guards, in groups of ten, with swords and spears in their hands controlling anyone entering or leaving. Once close, a guard said, "Halt! Who are you?"

"A knight. My name is Ser Barristan Selmy. I'm here to meet your king," Barristan replied as he got off the horse.

"Come. We'll take you to the throne room."

As he walked through the city Barristan saw something flying over the city and when he looked up, he saw it. He was a dragon, and Barristan was bewitched by it.

When he arrived at the palace, Barristan took a breath as the guard opened the doors of the Throne Room. On entering, he saw him, between two beautiful women, there was the shadow of Rhaegar. Or rather the son. Aenar Targaryen and he looked so much like Rhaegar, except for his hair.

On his right, there was Queen Rhaella, still charming, and not even changed since he saw her, while on the left there was a young girl, same age of the king, but she was like Rhaella when she was young. Next to the girl was his brother from the Kings guard, Arthur Dayne. And his great friend. And apparently he never has let down House Targaryen as he did.

Some hours before...

Jon was in the training area instructing some of the men in the new formations of which he has read off, and that were used by the Valyrians in the Ghiscary wars. Good formations, that now are no longer used, because they are thought to be outdated. And that is precisely why they were important. The commanders of Westeros will never expect him to use them.

As soon as he conquered Myr, Aenar gave orders that those who did not have a job, men or women, be sent to the training areas. He wanted to create a city guard for the city for when he will have to set sail for Westeros. And if he will need reinforcements to fight the White Walkers.

In addition to the establishment of the city guard Aenar has also made a trade agreement with Volantis, but there was still the problem of Tyrosh and Lys. Soon he will have to move against them, because they are attacking his merchant ships, and his spies have informed him that Khal Drogo will be here in a few days, and then he will have to make plans for the battle if it should take place, and train for the duel that will certainly take place with Khal Drogo.

"Will you honor me with a spar, your grace?" Aenar heard Daenerys' voice, coming from behind, and he turned around.

"Of course, princess," he replied, taking his sword off his side and taking a training one.

She smiled as she gripped her training sword, took her stance and watched him as he also got into his preferred fighting position. Aenar was waiting for her to attack first. However, he was sure she saw him a lot of time when he was training and knows his fighting style, and on top of that Arthur had thought her his tricks but anyway he was waiting for her to make the first strike.

They circled each other, and she continued to hold out for him to make the first attack. After what felt like several minutes of circling, Aenar was beginning to lose his patience, and all this circling was giving him a headache. He darted towards her and swung his sword at her left side. She quickly moved her training sword and was able to parry his attack.

And with that move, she had fallen directly into his trap...taking his training sword and quickly swung it towards her stomach. She saw the blade approaching her stomach, and she attempted to dodge the attack, which caused her to lose her footing and stumble backward, with closed eyes, but Aenar grabbed her by the waist before she had fallen.

"Are you alright?" He asked with a smile as he helped her to regain her balance.

She smiled and nodded, "I am fine... Thank you, for the hand, young dragon."

Once Daenerys was firmly standing on her own two feet, Aenar saw her returning to her spare position. This girl never gives up he thought. Just like her mother. And that's what he loves of them. So he took his position again and asked, "Ready to try again, Dany?"

She nodded her head and Aenar saw that she chose strategy and attack him first. She swung her sword towards his right thigh, but he blocked it with ease. But she quickly regained control of her training sword, spun her body around and struck at the left side of his abdomen, with determination. He effortlessly parried this attack as well. She continued to try multiple different attacks but none of her efforts were successful. And Aenar smiled every time He saw that Daenerys was getting extremely tired because she was struggling to breathe. But if Aenar thought that that would make her yell and give up, he was wrong. Because that determination wakes the dragon. He saw that she was getting angry and frustrated.

"Change approach, princess. Use your advantage," shouted Arthur, and he gives him a look.

"You can beta him, Dany," shouted Arya.

So she sent another attack towards his stomach. And again, he parried the swing with ease, but now he knows that he was tricked and made a mistake because she was smirking. When he blocked her attack, she brushed his cheek with the tips of her fingers. This action caused him to become momentarily stunned, and she took the opportunity to slap her training sword against his, causing his sword to fall onto the ground. Damn, she really knows how to make him lose concentration because she was his weakness. She smiled, grabbing his tunic with her left hand pulled him into her for a passionate kiss on the lips. Gods this sends hotness and desire through his body, and when she finally pulled away, she wickedly smiled at him as she placed the tip of her edged sword on his stomach. "Looks like I win, young dragon..." she purred teasingly.

He relented. He was proud f her because she used his weaknesses against him. That's the only way to win a war and a duel. Use the enemy's weakness against them, even though she cheated.

"Aye, you did... However, you cheated… You only won because you know that your body would be my only weakness."

They both chuckled as she pulled him back to her to continue their kiss. But he breaks it when he saw Ethenaine coming.

"Your Grace, there is a knight who wants to meet you," Ethenaine said, and Aenar looked confusedly at Arthur shaking his head.

"Call everyone to the Throne room, and tell the men to bring him there."

All were gathered in the Throne room, the Captains, some soldiers, Arthur, her mother, Arya, Ashara and her.

Daenerys saw him enter, an old man, with short white hair and a beard and wearing a black tunic. He had a sword at his hip.

He approached the throne that was placed, and on which Aenar was sitting, while she and her mother were sitting on either side. Everyone else was standing.

When he was very close, Ethenaine said, " You are in the presence of Aenar, of House Targaryen, first of his name, rightful King of the Andals, the Rhoinars and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm."

But Daenerys did not lose sight of any action. Almost all the soldiers who were in the room had their hands on their swords. And Arthur Dayne was among the first, while he was close to her.

"Your Grace," said the knight on his knees, "my name is Barristan Selmy. I served in your grandfather's Kingsguard, King Aerys Targaryen."

"I know who you are, Knight. I know your reputation. You are considered as one of the greatest fighters the Seven Kingdoms has ever seen and I also know you were the Lord Commander of Robert Baratheon's Kingsguard," replied Aenar, and Daenerys immediately turned toward him.

"Robert Baratheon is not worthy of the throne, and of my services. After sixteen years of honorable service I was dismissed," replied the knight.

"And why have you come here?"

"I have been searching for you, Aenar Targaryen, to ask your forgiveness. I was sworn to protect your family. I failed them. I was on the Trident, with your father, I fought beside him and I failed him. I failed to protect him," said the Knight, and Daenerys could feel the pain and the sadness in his voice and how he really repented. And she realized that Ser Barristan was the last man to see her brother alive and to be with him to the end.

"Tell me Ser Barristan, when King's Landing fell and the bodies of my poor grandchildren and daughter-in-law were presented at the foot of the Iron Throne, did the usurper laugh at them or not?" asked his mother.

"I don't know, Your Grace. I wasn't there. I was wounded. But If I had been present and Robert had smiled at the bodies, nothing would have stopped me from killing the man."

"So you are here to ask my forgiveness, despite your bending the knee to the Usurper, the one who massacres my family. You know that there were members still alive, Rhaella, Daenerys, Viserys, and yet you keep serving. Even when I made a steep forward reveling my self, you keep serving Robert.

"I took Robert's pardon, aye. I served him in Kingsguard and council. Served with the Kingslayer and others near as bad, who soiled the white cloak I wore. Nothing will excuse that. I might be serving in King's Landing still if the Stag had not cast me aside, it shames me to admit. But when he took the cloak, the White Bull had draped about my shoulders and sent men to kill me that selfsame day, it was as though he'd ripped a caul off my eyes. That was when I knew I must find my true king, and die in his service. That's why I'm here now. Please, allow me to join your Kingsguard and I will not fail you again."

Daenerys began to look at the faces of those present, and especially at Aenar and her mother, but it was Arthur who came forward and spoke out in defense of the Knight, "Your Grace, what Ser Barristan did is unforgivable, but he is the most honorable Knight of the Seven Kingdoms and the only one who can rival me in the skills. I believe in his repentance, and I am sure that this time he will not let down House Targaryen."

"Yes, Aenar," said her mother, putting her hand on his arm. "You will need the best knights for when the war will begin. And you need members for your Kingsguard. And Ser Barristan is the best, alongside Ser Arthur. I'm sure he will not let you down as he did with your father and your Grandfather." And Daenerys Saw the Knight lowering his head.

Aenar then looks toward her, and even if Daenerys didn't know what to say she nodded with her head, and with a reassuring smile.

"So be it. I accept your service," said Aenar standing up, "But know this, I will test your loyalty, Knight. And if you betray me, you will suffer the wrath of the Dragon."

And with that last threat, Aenar left the room. But not before giving a kiss on the lips to her and to her mother.

Aenar was on his way to the room of the boy he saved, Eric. He wanted to know how he was feeling even if Daenerys reassured him that he was fine. But above all, he wants to know him better.

On entering, Aenar saw that Eric was lying on the bed holding a book. And he was also very immersed in his reading

As she cleared his throat, Aenar asked, "interesting reading?"

"It would be if I could read. But I'm trying to understand the words. Queen Rhaella lent it to me." The child answered, looking up at him. "Your grace."

"We don't need the title for now. I'm just Aenar," he replied, approaching the boy and extending his hand.

"Eric,"

"I know. Daenerys told me," replied Aenar.

"Why does Daenerys sometimes call you Jon?"

"Where did you hear that?" Asked Aenar curious.

"Seara, my sister, when she came to me, she passed by your room and heard screaming Jon." And Aenar turned red out of embarrassment, remembering now that she called him Jon at the height peak of her pleasure.

"Well, maybe it wasn't me," replied Aenar.

"Fair enough, your grace," the boy answered smiling.

"Anyway, to answer you, we were... doing some exercise."

And the baby nodded.

Sitting on the bed, Aenar said, "So. Tell me Eric Hill, how you got from Westerland to Essos?"

" Who tells you that I come from Westerland, Your Grace?" answered the child, and Aenar was struck by both the boldness and the sharp tongue. He was very similar to Arya in that.

"Well your name is Hill, and so I assume you're from there."

" Assuming well your grace. I was born there. But when I was four years old, my newborn sister and I were sold to the own slavers in Essos. I don't know why but it was like that."

"And how can a four-year-old boy remember this? "

"I don't remember everything, Your Grace, but the traumatic moments I do."

"And tell me Eric, who was your father?"

"I don't know. I only remember one thing. He wore a ring on his finger. A golden ring."

"I understand. I'm sorry," said Aenar. "But know that you're safe now. "

And the boy smiled but lowered his head.

"You should befriend Arya. She and Seara have already become friends, but I'm sure she will become friends with you too."

"I'll. As soon as my leg heals."

"Then you'll have a chance to train with the sword with me," and that brought a big smile to Eric's lips. But now I have to go. I have something very important to do. Rest!"

And as he got up, Aenar left the room.

Aenar was alone somewhere outside of Myr. He wanted to try flying in an isolated place for the first time, and his heart was beating very fast. Caraxes had also descended to the ground and walked next to him. This time Aenar only wore the chain mail, as a precaution, and the sword was on his back.

Arriving in a fairly isolated place, Aenar looked around, to see if anyone was there, and said to Caraxes, "You're as nervous as I am, buddy." And the dragon looked at him, for a moment almost with a smile on his mouth, and then lowered himself.

Aenar took a breath and climbed upon him, and he could almost feel everything that Caraxes felt. The connection he felt with him, and that grew, in the same way that the dragon grew, was truly impressive.

For Caraxes, Aenar made a special saddle, that he saw in an old book, written in ancient Valyriano, bought when he was younger, at Pentos, and that became very useful, for when he had Caraxes.

Caraxes rose up and turned his head toward him, and Aenar taking another breath lowered himself whispering to the dragon, "Sōvēs."

And Caraxes, with a push of his feet, lifted himself into the air, and Aenar immediately grabbed what was on the edges of the saddle.

Caraxes began to fly higher and higher and then descended into a dive. Aenar screamed, both for fear and for happiness. It was so nice to fly, feel the wind on his face, and suddenly Aenar could look through Caraxes' eyes. It was like that day in Old Valyria when he killed Euron Greyjoy, or when he fought the Dothraki, but now it was a bit more different.

He began to fly towards the city and above it. He saw the people of Myr looking upwards, though still a bit panicked. Reaching the sea he flew above the water a few miles but didn't want to stray too far as there were still the cities of Tyrosh and Lys, and he was not yet ready.

After flying for a few hours, Aenar decided to stop and landed in the courtyard of Myr. And he immediately felt the attention of the soldiers, who cheered for him.

Going down on the ground, Aenar felt as if the earth was moving, but having been his first time in flight, it was very beautiful.

" Well done, Caraxes. You were magnificent in flight." And Caraxes after pushing him with his head in a playful way went again in the skies.

"You went to fly without me, cousin," said Arya when the crowd dispersed, with her hands in front of her chest, and her foot beating on the ground. Her eyebrows were furrowed.

"Well little wolf, next time I'll take you with me," he said, taking her in his arms and spinning her around. Arya giggled, and so did Aenar because she was always serious.

"Put me down."

"Now if you will excuse me I have to go to take a bath," he said, putting her down and heading toward the Palace.