Game Of Thrones: The God-Emperor of Planetos

Chapter 240: Chapter 241 - The Great War of Salvation (II)

"If you have no enemies, you are not living correctly. We all need rivals to grow and become stronger." Aenar Targaryen.

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Inside Maester Aemon’s simple room, the entire Targaryen family was reunited after so long.

"Great-uncle." Rhaella greeted Aemon with a tone full of emotion; she never imagined that Maekar’s old son was still alive. If it weren’t for Aenar, she wouldn’t even know he was still alive and probably would have.

"Oh, my sweet girl." Looking at his brother Aegon’s granddaughter, Aemon showed a gentle and warm gaze. His family was the most important thing in the world to him; even the Throne was nothing more than a piece of metal in his eyes.

Those nobles wanted to use him to hurt his brother, but how could he allow something like that to happen? He refused the throne and passed it to his brother, Aegon V, who was Rhaella’s grandfather.

"These are my daughters, Daenerys and Visenya, the other is my niece, Rhaenys." Rhaella introduced her daughters with a childlike look, as if she were a little girl again from many years ago.

"Hahaha." A genuinely happy laugh escaped Aemon’s lips as he looked at the young women before him; he spoke with a gentle tone full of wisdom. "You can call me grandfather, children."

Daenerys looked at the man before her with curiosity. In an era where people lived short lives, living 98 years was simply a miracle. Approaching the old man, she asked with a curious tone. "Grandfather, is it true you met Duncan the Tall?"

"Yes, he was enormous, not as tall as Aenar, but he was very big. I looked like a child next to him. His skill with the sword was even more impressive, as fast as lightning and as deadly as a great knight." Aemon replied with a happy tone; nothing made an old man happier than talking about past history.

After Daenerys, Visenya and Rhaenys began to ask countless interesting things that happened throughout the Targaryen Dynasty. After all, not everyone was Aenar, who could casually revisit the past.

Aemon showed no impatience with the endless questions and spoke with a cheerful tone, as cheerful as never before. Only after losing his entire family does one understand how important it was to have someone to confide in.

Of course, not all families were so good, but House Targaryen was. Even if there were fights and discussions, there would never be anything like murder. Even Rhaegar and Rhaella didn’t want Aerys to die; they would both only imprison him, but never actually kill him.

Suddenly, as Visenya was listening to a curiosity about the Women’s Court, which Queen Alysanne would hold when she arrived in a new city, she felt her stomach churn and, to everyone’s surprised eyes, she began to vomit.

Aenar quickly went to his wife’s side and gently stroked her back. Three months had passed on this journey to the North. Visenya’s belly had long begun to grow, showing that she was indeed pregnant.

"Is she okay, Aenar?" Aemon asked with a worried tone as he handed the girl a glass of water.

"Just morning sickness." Aenar replied calmly as he continued to gently stroke Visenya’s back, making her more comfortable.

Aemon’s eyes widened upon hearing Aenar’s words and he looked at Visenya with a happy and warm gaze, obviously very pleased with the news. In his eyes, nothing was more gratifying than seeing his family grow again. "Another member of House Targaryen is about to be born; that’s truly great news." noveldrama

"I will give you the recipe for a tea that will help you with nausea and pain; women suffer a lot during and after pregnancy." Aemon said with a happy look as he began to write down many things that could help Visenya during her pregnancy.

"Thank you, Grandfather." Visenya recovered with Aenar’s care and thanked him with a gentle tone. Even though it was the beginning of her pregnancy, she already showed a maternal look.

Rhaenys and Daenerys helped clean the floor and the whole family began to eat and talk to each other. There was no rigid hierarchy or any noble etiquette, just a family eating and sharing stories during the meal.

Others might think this was just a normal routine, but for Aemon, he felt like the happiest old man in the world to be surrounded by his family at that moment.

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The next day, Aenar was on top of the Wall, looking at the Far North with an admiring gaze. Others couldn’t see, but he could see the gigantic army gradually approaching the Wall.

"The cannons will serve very well, especially if they explode and scatter the debris." Aenar murmured, looking at the incredible number of Wights. He had to admit, the Cold God was really investing divine energy in an insect like the Night King.

"What do you see, Aenar?" Daenerys asked, holding Aenar’s arm; she looked down and was surprised by the height of the Wall. Fortunately, she wasn’t afraid of heights, or she would have truly panicked at that moment.

"A great army of corpses." Aenar said with a smile; the cold wind swayed his short hair. There was no fear or even nervousness. He had been preparing for fourteen years; he wouldn’t be nervous now.

Daenerys nodded and looked at the Far North; she saw nothing but trees, but she never doubted Aenar’s words. He always managed to see something that no one else could see in their entire lives.

"Don’t worry, we’ll win." Aenar stroked Daenerys’s hair and spoke with a laugh; he didn’t seem bothered at all by the approaching war. On the contrary, he seemed eager for it to begin.

"When the war starts, don’t get close to the Night King." Aenar warned with a solemn tone. "I myself, riding Caraxes, will fight him."

Aenar’s idea was simple: as long as the Night King was busy with him, the blue monster couldn’t focus on other things. However, he still had to be on guard, as he truly suspected that the Plague Apostle was somewhere at that moment.

Daenerys nodded her head and showed an equally solemn expression; just the idea that one of her children might die caused her immense chest pain. She would never allow her winged children to suffer the fate of death.

"When it’s over, we’ll get married." Aenar said with a laugh, easing the solemn mood in the air. He owed two weddings, one to Daenerys and one to Rhaenys. Both young women seemed eager for it, especially after Visenya’s pregnancy.

Daenerys’s eyes lit up at Aenar’s words; she wanted to marry in King’s Landing like all the queens who came before her. Unfortunately, things couldn’t keep up with the plans, and it was postponed until after the war.

"Our children will be better than Visenya’s." Daenerys said with pride; she didn’t think her child would be worse than Visenya’s daughter.

An unnatural expression appeared on Aenar’s face upon hearing Daenerys’s words. His and Daenerys’s child... Shaking his head, he calmed down and showed nothing abnormal. He didn’t want to worry Daenerys and break her dreams.

Daenerys didn’t notice her husband’s expression and began to suggest some names for her child with Aenar.

"How about Aegon if it’s a boy?" Daenerys asked curiously, but didn’t see that Aenar’s expression grew even darker.

Sometimes, Aenar didn’t wish to know the future, because even if he could change the future, there was something he couldn’t change.

Human nature.

Aegon...

Sighing, Aenar promised to love the boy and educate him with all his might. If, even then, the boy didn’t improve, he would let fate decide his future.

"You don’t like the name?" Daenerys noticed his expression and asked worriedly. "We can choose another."

Aenar shook his head and spoke in a soft tone. "I’m just thinking about other things; besides, Aegon is a good name for a prince."

Although it was indeed a good name, all princes and kings named Aegon did not have a good end or had a premature end. Aenar would try to change this curse, but he couldn’t change human nature...

A smile returned to Daenerys’s lips upon hearing this, and she truly found the name suitable, especially for her child with Aenar. Nothing more fitting for a prince than a legendary name. Looking at Aenar, she was happy, even in times of war.

Suddenly, Aenar’s eyes looked at the Far North. He felt a pulsation in the Warp. Like a primordial heartbeat capable of altering reality. It wasn’t just Aenar who felt it; Daenerys looked confusedly to the north.

She could feel something, but it was just the palpitations of her own heart, as if something very important was happening.

"Does he dare to be born prematurely?" Aenar wondered with a confused look, but soon noticed that the heartbeats had completely ceased. As Aenar expected, the Chaos God did not dare to be born at that moment.

Although being born prematurely had some advantages, the disadvantages were obvious: his power was too weak, even influencing reality would be difficult. Aenar could very well go to the Warp and kill "Him" and delay his birth even further.

Unfortunately, the Chaos God seemed to have some intelligence and suppressed his own birth. However, this made Aenar notice that there were Chaos forces in conjunction with the Night King’s forces.

"That’s good; let everyone join and we’ll fight to the death." Aenar murmured with a calm smile, not at all worried about the enemies who had joined. Although the situation was dangerous, even deadly, this was the price for changing many things.

"What happened?" Daenerys asked, looking at Aenar confusedly. She felt that something had just happened, but she didn’t know exactly what it was. This completely confused her.

"It’s nothing, just some movements from our enemies." Kissing Daenerys’s lips, Aenar replied with a cheerful laugh. He truly wasn’t afraid, but excited.

"Leda, go to Sigismund and tell the entire army to start positioning themselves."

"The War has begun." Aenar said with a calm tone.

All the chess pieces were positioned and ready for war.

The Great War of Salvation has officially begun!!!

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