"Scars are reminders of wars and traumas, marks of shame for many and good memories for others. But in the end, they simply mark on your soul how much you have suffered." Tyrion Lannister, after the Battle of Harrenhal, where he lost most of his nose and gained a scar on his face.
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Tywin, who was in the middle of the army while it was fighting, felt the warm energy in his body disappear. Although he didn't know what it was, he was glad to have it, because the army was stronger with this unknown energy.
However, now that this energy was gone, he soon noticed that the army was steadily advancing instead of advancing, which showed that they were losing. If this continued, the already low morale would cease to exist and the chances of desertion would be extremely high!
But just as Tywin was about to order the fiercest attack, he felt a bad premonition. He knew that feeling all too well. It was the same feeling he felt when he saw his wife die in front of him.
Looking frantically around, Tywin's green eyes scanned the surroundings, searching everywhere for Jaime. He found it, but he didn't want to, for he saw his son on the terrifying battlefield, where humans could not tread.
His son lay on the ground, the golden armor of House Lannister stained with mud and dented in many places. But what really caught the eye was the obsidian dagger driven into Jaime's heart.
His son had died.
Tywin was furious, like a lion fighting for territory, but the man's expression couldn't have been colder and calmer. His lips trembled for a moment, as did his hands.
Looking up at the sky, he saw clouds stained a shade of crimson red, but this didn't impress him. Curiously, the rain fell from the sky as if mourning Jaime's death.
Feeling the rain wet his face, Tywin looked back at the army of House Targaryen.
"Aerys, fate really likes to play with us, I killed your grandson and son, and your grandson killed my son and brother." The Lion of Casterly Rock muttered as raindrops fell on his face.
Some might say that Tywin was crying at this point, but he didn't really cry. The only time Tywin really shed tears was when his wife died. After that day, no more tears accumulated in the eyes of the Lord of the Rock.
"Order the army to attack in full force, let them see what the lion's roar sounds like." Tywin ordered with a terribly cold tone.
"Yes, my lord." The soldier felt a terrible chill surround him, even the cold of the rain seemed insignificant to the cold he was feeling at the moment.
On the other side, commanding the army of House Baratheon.
Robert, riding a tall brown stallion, crossed the battlefield heroically while wielding his warhammer. The rain beat fiercely against his face, leaving him cold, but at this moment, there was only slaughter in the eyes of the King of the Seven Kingdoms.
The warhammer tore through the air with brutality and simply destroyed any armor that dared to stand before the majestic power of the weapon. Heads were blown off, chests sunk and ribs broken. Not one person could withstand more than three blows from the king.
Robert had never felt so alive, he had been born for this, to command and fight wars, not to sit on a cold, painful throne and be king.
"HAHAHAHHAH!!!!"
Robert's cruel, animated laughter seemed to echo across the battlefield. The Storm Lords were in high spirits watching their king traverse the battlefield invincibly.
Suddenly, Robert's eyes caught sight of a particularly striking piece of black armor on the rainy battlefield. He couldn't help but be stunned by the scene before him.
It was a girl no more than twenty years old wielding a sword with a goddess of war, killing the soldiers of House Lannister and Baratheon as if they were unarmed commoners with no training whatsoever.
Her every blow, expression and look made the heart of the King of the Seven Kingdoms beat faster. After a long time, Robert felt his heart beating faster again for the first time. A feeling he had only felt when he saw Lyanna, but here he was, equally attracted to a woman.
Robert felt his mouth go dry as a smile spread across his face. Taking hold of the horse's reins, he slammed his legs into the animal's belly and advanced towards the girl with the warhammer in his hand.
Coming closer to him, he couldn't help but notice the silver hair and lilac eyes, the feeling he had just discovered gone in an instant. Anything related to House Targaryen was something completely repugnant.
Looking at the House Targaryen crest on the armor, Robert knew that this girl was a member of House Targaryen. A list of names appeared in his mind and he immediately came to the conclusion that this was Visenya Targaryen.
"Daughter of the Mad King." Robert spoke aloud as he rode at high speed towards the Dragon Creature.
Hearing her name called, Visenya looked up at the tall man in silver armor with a cold expression. Looking at the crown, warhammer and armor with the Coat of Arms of House Baratheon, she already knew who it was.
"My brother's murderer." Visenya spoke with a terribly cold tone. She knew that Aenar didn't have time to deal with Robert right now because of previous events, but she could very well take her husband's place.
Visenya's focus immediately shifted to Robert, she put everything else aside and focused on the man in front of her. Her mother's words about Rhaegar flashed through the queen's mind, the love and tenderness in her mother's face and voice was something she could never forget in her life.
Holding her sword in both hands, Visenya positioned herself and waited for Robert's horse to come close enough to her.
When the horse was close enough, Visenya moved, as did Robert.
The warhammer seemed fiercer than ever, tearing through the air with ferocity as it headed towards her armor-clad chest. Visenya showed no panic and calmly dodged the warhammer.
Her sword sliced through the air and struck the horse's leg. With a sad sound, the beautiful animal fell to the ground, spinning in the mud while letting out pained neighs. Robert was thrown from his horse and fell heavily into the mud, staining his beautiful armor. The hammer fell not far from him.
The first thing Robert did was crawl to the hammer's location and take the hammer firmly in his hand, he looked at the small figure before him with a touch of admiration in his tone.
"If you were from any other noble house, I would fall in love with you." Said the king as he stood up on the ground with force, ignoring the pain in his ribs, which had probably been broken during the fall from his horse.
"If you were from any other noble house, you'd die painlessly." Visenya retorted to his words with a cold tone, glaring at her brother's murderer. There was nothing but disgust in front of the man who was her cousin.
"Good point." Robert laughed and advanced towards Visenya with an angry look on his face. "I won't let you die without pain either!!!"
Visenya also advanced under the soft, wet ground, leaving heavy footprints on the ground. They both met in an instant. But unlike Robert had expected, the girl was as agile as a deer and easily evaded his blows.
However, he soon discovered something more shocking, when an exchange of blows took place, he was forced to retreat!!!
He was a tall, muscular and definitely heavy man, but he still lost force to a delicate, fragile girl with sweet features.
To say that Robert was shocked was an understatement, but then he remembered something and spoke sarcastically, looking at Visenya. "You went back to your roots and used blood magic? How many lives did you sacrifice to gain such power, a hundred? a thousand? ten thousand?"
Visenya looked into Robert's eyes and spoke with a cold tone. "Yes, but I haven't sacrificed anyone, my power comes from my husband and no one else."
"Who knows how much blood he drank to give you so much power, don't you feel anything when you hear that?" Robert said with a tone full of disgust.
"Absolutely nothing." Visenya said as she stepped forward again. This time, it was she who started swinging the sword.
Clang!!!!
The sword was blocked by the body of the hammer, sliding over the iron rod and causing sparks to fly around them.
Visenya seized the moment and spun around, kicking Robert in the chest, hitting his armor. Under the force of her kick, the polished steel distorted and sank. She didn't stop and wanted to attack once more, but that was a mistake.
Robert felt his chest run out of air, but ignored this and brandished his hammer, hitting Visenya's arm with force!
A painful groan escaped Visenya's lips, as the sound of bones breaking sounded particularly loud at the moment. She stepped back and looked at the arm covered by the armor. There was a deep dent and she knew that a bone had broken.
"You have no combat experience, a veteran would soon walk away after hitting the enemy." Robert said as he caught his breath, but the sharp pain in his chest made him certain that the girl's kick had broken many of his bones.
Visenya didn't reply, but admitted that he was right; in her attempt to land another blow, she left an opening for her enemy, who used it and managed to hurt her.
"I really want to see Aenar's expression after he sees that I've hurt his wife." Robert spoke with a big smile on his face as he showed an increasingly angry expression.
Visenya's eyes narrowed dangerously, she took her sword in her other hand and advanced. It was no simple advance, the Queen of Aenar felt her body lighter than ever, even the world seemed to slow down.
Even the world she observed was different from before. The world seemed divided into layers, each layer separated by two thin lines.
Visenya felt that she could enter the space between these two thin lines, and so she did.
Without knowing how, she simply appeared next to Robert and swung her sword. The blow was swift, so swift that it was but a fleeting moment in space.
In Robert's vision, Visenya disappeared from where she had originally been, his gaze quickly swept the surroundings in search of the girl and in the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of silver light in the air. The next moment, he felt his left eye go black as his brain finally processed the pain.
"ARGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" A pained scream escaped Robert's mouth, he looked like a wounded animal as he held his eye. "MY EYE!!! HOW DARE YOU, YOU FILTHY, DISGUSTING BITCH!"
"I'LL KILL YOU!!!" Said the king as he brandished his hammer wildly in all directions, trying to hit Visenya.
Visenya, who had already retreated, showed an expression of pleasure at seeing the crazed Robert bleeding all over his face. She regretted not being used to her new powers, otherwise it wouldn't have been just his eye that Robert would have lost, but his head!
However, Visenya got excited thinking about what she had just done, she traveled in space and appeared at Robert's side in an instant!
When Visenya was finally ready to attack again, she felt the ground shake and quickly looked to the side to see a fully armed cavalry heading towards her.
The Lords of the Stormlands had finally caught up with Robert and seeing their king acting crazily obviously wounded, their expressions changed dramatically. They didn't care about anything else and advanced with even more ferocity.
Visenya regretted not being with the five hundred Astartes at this moment or Robert really would have died today. Without any hesitation, the queen quickly backed away while holding her broken arm, her eyes never leaving Robert.
"Aenar sends her regards." Visenya shouted childishly as she laughed and mocked the King of House Baratheon.
Robert, who was already enraged by the loss of his eye, seemed to explode completely with rage as he swung his hammer even more voraciously.
"I'LL KILL YOU!!!"
"COME OUT YOU WITCH!!!"
"I'LL RIP YOUR HEAD OFF AND FEED IT TO THE PIGS!!!"
Visenya wasn't angry, she seemed happy with Robert's words. The angrier he was, the happier she would be, it was basic real-life mathematics.
Suddenly, a bugle sounded on the horizon.
Visenya, who was about to pay attention to Robert, focused her gaze on the horizon and couldn't help but be surprised by the coat of arms she saw.
A golden squid on a black background.
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Note: What do you recommend of Dragonbinder's abilities? I'm a bit unsure what that damn horn is for, as I didn't find anything relevant. Apart from causing some discomfort to dragons and killing anyone who isn't Valyrian, it doesn't look very impressive.
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