"Love. How many lives have been ruined for love, but people still seek love as if it were something sacred. Including me." Aenar Targaryen.
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Seeing that his proposal made Tyrion infinitely more motivated, Aenar didn't doubt in the slightest that the Hand of the King would be able to massacre all the enemy soldiers without any hesitation. Human beings are selfish, especially when it involves anything to do with themselves.
Tyrion was no different, especially as he had suffered all sorts of things growing up. The man had probably dreamed of being normal for decades and now that there was a chance of this happening, of course he would accept it without hesitation, regardless of how cruel the method might be.
Revenge and interests together could make men move mountains, never underestimate a person blinded by their own hatred and resentment.
Seeing the dwarf leave, Visenya couldn't help but comment. "You're manipulative, husband." However, there was no tone of accusation in her voice, as if it was natural for Aenar to manipulate everyone.
"If a king doesn't know how to manipulate others, he might as well abdicate." Rhaenys said with a touch of sarcasm in her voice. In her eyes, a king had to know how to control his vassals or chaos would reign in the court. You could say that manipulation and balance is something every monarch should learn while sitting on the throne.
"Alias, Aenar." Thinking of something, Rhaenys asked curiously. "Who taught you how to rule? Is the Maester of Winterfell fit to teach royal court matters? Have all Eddard's sons received this level of education?"
Before answering, Aenar looked at Oberyn and the man understood what the king's gaze meant. He bowed to all the members of House Targaryen and left the tent.
Aenar's actions only intensified the curiosity of both women. It had been a long time since Aenar had been so cautious with the information he had.
"To tell you the truth, I had two teachers." Aenar commented with an amused smile, remembering Visenya I and Rhaenys I, both women were practically his mothers, they taught a boy who never touched matters of state and turned him into a true prince worthy of the throne.
"Who?" Rhaenys asked, no longer able to satisfy her growing curiosity. From what Aenar said, he had two teachers and from the tone of his voice, they were two women!
"The two wives of Aegon the Conqueror. Queen Visenya I Targaryen and Queen Rhaenys I Targaryen." Aenar's words made both women go wide-eyed, after all, the names Aenar spoke practically died hundreds of years ago!
Rhaenys even looked around, worried that there was a ghost around. Just thinking about it sent shivers down her spine.
Aenar couldn't help but find the reaction of the two women funny. They weren't afraid of fighting a god, but they seemed to be afraid of ghosts, which was very interesting, to say the least.
"My mind and consciousness are different from all the others." Aenar spoke and didn't hide anything from his future wives. "My mind is connected to a Dimensional Plane called the Space-Time Nexus and my consciousness is able to control the Nexus, thus being able to bring the consciousness of other dead people into the Nexus."
Visenya and Rhaenys opened their mouths in shock, even though Aenar had spoken many words they didn't know, but they both understood what he could do.
Aenar could practically have all the teachers he wanted, regardless of whether they were dead or not!!!
"Does that mean you can summon all our dead relatives?" Rhaenys asked with a gasp, her feelings practically becoming a sea of chaotic thoughts. Doesn't that mean she could find her mother and brother?
Aenar didn't even need to read Rhaenys' thoughts to know what his sister was thinking at that moment. "Yes, I can." He answered in the affirmative.
"Aenar, can I talk to my mother and see my little brother?" Rhaenys quickly came to Aenar's side and asked with a pleading tone, her eyes practically begging him to accept her proposal.
Aenar hesitated to accept. Not that he was a foolish person to deny such a desperate request from his own sister, but he himself knew how dangerous his mind was. Even with his protection, Rhaenys could barely stay an hour in the same dream as him, let alone enter the Time-Space Nexus.
In the end, Aenar didn't refuse Rhaenys' request, but he sternly warned his sister with a solemn expression. "Rhaenys, you have ten minutes. After ten minutes, your mind will begin to be assimilated by the Time-Space Nexus."
Rhaenys, Visenya and his Mother, who were in the Time-Space Nexus, had no such danger, as they were dead and could not be affected by Time and Space, but Rhaenys was different, she was alive and time would eat away at her soul until she became an insignificant part of the Time-Space Nexus.
Rhaenys nodded vigorously. Don't say ten minutes, even a second she could accept without any hesitation.
Visenya gave Rhaenys a pitying look. Although living in exile was difficult and dangerous, at least she had her mother and sister to share the burden with her, but Rhaenys had no one but her cousins and uncles. Although their love was similar and equally intense, it was nothing like the love of a mother or father for their son or daughter.
"Let's go to my tent, it's better if we're both lying in bed." Aenar knew this and so he accepted, but at the same time, he also wanted to see his three mothers. It had been a long time since he had seen them, although they probably wouldn't even notice the passage of time.
Unable to wait any longer, Rhaenys took Aenar's hand and dragged him into the king's personal tent, regardless of the ambiguous looks from the soldiers who saw everything.
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As soon as Rhaenys opened her eyes, she found herself in an imposing black castle on a stony island. She knew exactly where she was.
Dragonstone!
However, the majesty of the castle was overshadowed by the woman with olive skin and long black hair, holding an adorable baby with light hair and purplish-blue eyes.
Tears streamed down Rhaenys' face as she practically ran towards the woman with all her speed. Which was no small feat, the girl could run faster than any human trained for years.
Ellia only saw a silver-haired figure before she felt her body embraced by a soft but very powerful body.
Still stunned by everything that was happening, Ellia looked down and saw a girl hugging her and Aegon tightly while whimpering and sniffling like a small child after missing her parents.
However, every time Ellia looked at the girl, the more she felt a sense of familiarity with the girl who was hugging her.
However, Ellia's body stiffened at the girl's next words.
"Muna, I've missed you so much!!!"
(Note: Muna = Mother in High Valyrian.)
"Rhaenys?" Ellia asked with an incredulous and confused tone.
"Cough~ " Knowing that Rhaenys had no time to lose, Aenar faked a cough to wake Rhaenys up.
Aenar's cough made Ellia look at the young man, but what she saw shocked her even more.
"Rhaegar?" Ellia asked with an even more confused tone, she felt happy to see her husband, but soon noticed some differences.
Rhaegar had silver-blond hair and indigo eyes, but the young man in front of her had white-gold hair and deep purple eyes. At the same time, his eyebrows, cheeks and chin were slightly different.
Perhaps other people wouldn't notice, but she knew every corner of her husband.
"Good mother." Aenar greeted the woman according to Westeros standards.
"Are you Aenar, Lyanna's son?" Hearing the young man call her Good Mother, Ellia almost instantly understood Aenar's origin.
After all, Lyanna was her husband's second wife and she had met the young lady of House Stark, even helping to choose the baby's name, whether it was a boy or a girl.
Without waiting for Ellia's reaction, Aenar simply transferred some information into Ellia's mind to save time and give mother and daughter a chance to talk more.
After that, Aenar stepped aside and let them talk undisturbed.
As Aenar waited for the conversation to end, he was hugged from behind and smelled a familiar scent.
Winter roses.
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