"I am your messiah, I will follow the golden path and you will follow me for all eternity." Aenar Targaryen, before the crowd of Westeros.
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It was the first time Aenar had actually set foot in King's Landing, he looked at the gigantic city with a brighter gaze than usual. From a small wooden fort to one of the largest cities in Westeros.
The city endured a lot, the Dance of the Dragons, the Sack of King's Landing, and other conflicts, large and small. As they say, it takes a long time to create, but one day to destroy.
Although the city was not destroyed, it was definitely not in its best shape, especially after recent events. Aenar even saw monster bodies below the wall and somewhat large claw marks.
The city had been attacked by monsters, and not a small number, probably thousands of them. Fortunately, the House Tyrell army remained in the city, or when Aenar returned, perhaps he would find a city with an apocalyptic scenario.
The enormous dragon covered in a bright red aura flew over the city, causing countless people to leave their homes with their hands raised. It seemed they were begging the gods to save them.
Aenar looked at all this with a satisfied gaze. He finally understood why misery, death, and hunger were the easiest methods for indoctrination. He could feel it, the entire city seemed to be praying to him.
The human mind was complex and did everything to prevent the body from actually dying or committing suicide. Whether blocking memories or even forgetting them, the brain did everything to keep the person alive.
When a person commits suicide, it only shows that even the person's mind had nothing left to do and felt helpless before a host who wanted death.
But, in times of need, a divine figure was extremely important, as humans were lazy, fearful, and weak, always seeking to be subjected to a being of great power.
Aenar saw at this moment that the people of King's Landing firmly believed he would bring the peace they so desired. Which he planned to do, even if it drastically began to change these people's way of thinking.
When Caraxes landed in the ruins of the Dragonpit, the other four dragons also landed. The dragons looked towards the Pit with confused gazes, all smelled dragons.
Descending from Caraxes, Aenar stroked the dragon's long neck, keeping him calm before the rapidly approaching crowd. It was House Tyrell and all the nobles of the Reach.
At that moment, they were being led by Olenna, who seemed not to care about her old body, as she was walking with quick steps and panting.
"Your arrival is truly opportune, Your Grace." Finally reaching Aenar, Olenna bowed and greeted the king while looking at him with a worried and fearful gaze. Even she couldn't keep calm in such a mythical scenario.
However, compared to her, the other Lords of the Reach were even mentally weaker. They looked at Aenar as if seeing their savior, which was right.
"I know what you are worried about, but let's go back to the Red Keep and I will explain my plans to you." Aenar certainly knew of these people's concerns, but this was not the right place for that kind of conversation.
Although anxious, everyone nodded and returned to the Red Keep without any hesitation. The only place in the city that could bring a feeling of confidence to him.
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In the throne room, Aenar looked at the steel monstrosity before him with a touch of disgust. Aegon definitely liked Rhaenys and Visenya to beat him in bed, as he really didn't see how being uncomfortable could be a good thing for a king, who could easily be irritable and kill people.
However, he sat on the Iron Throne, the first Targaryen King sitting on the Iron Throne after fourteen years. But, besides the discomfort because of the Throne, he really didn't feel anything special.
This reminded him of a saying in his previous life.
The eagerness to conquer and the boredom of possessing.
Aenar felt exactly like this, he was deeply bored after conquering Westeros. He knew it was a foolish reason, but who said the human mind isn't foolish?
Looking at everyone present, Aenar put aside distracting thoughts and spoke in a calm tone. "The Long Night has begun, it will be a test for humanity."
"The Gods want the human race to perish, but we will preserve even before the gods."
"I know you are afraid, but let me carry all your fear, you just need to obey and I will make sure everyone survives."
"And how does Your Grace plan to do that?" Olenna, who took Mace's place, asked in a calm tone, looking at the king sitting on the Iron Throne.
"I will spread my Astartes throughout the kingdom, they will be responsible for commanding your armies, protecting you from monsters and any other monster that might kill you." Aenar looked at Olenna and replied in a calm tone, as if he hadn't just taken all the military power from the Reach and all other regions.
Olenna frowned heavily, the king was basically taking control of Westeros' armies all at once. "And how will we protect ourselves if there is an invasion from another kingdom or even from Essos?"
"Haven't I already said? I will be responsible for your safety." Aenar narrowed his eyes and looked at Olenna with an even calmer tone. His purple eyes were fully focused on the small, fragile figure of the Queen of Thorns.
"All you have to do is administer the territory." Aenar calmly concluded as he shifted to a more comfortable position, although it was still somewhat uncomfortable to sit on the Iron Throne.
Except for Olenna, the lords of the Reach were neither irritated nor did they realize how serious what Aenar was about to do was. In their eyes, what the King was doing was simple: concentrating the kingdom's power to deal with the monsters.
At the same time, the Lords of the Reach felt quite satisfied that they didn't have to go to the battlefield to fight man-eating monsters.
Olenna looked at these men with a look of pity, they were celebrating at this moment, but in the future, when they discovered that their own armies no longer belonged to them, these same lords would be furious.
Olenna looked at Aenar with a touch of fear. If she didn't know that this Long Night was the work of the gods, she would have really thought that Aenar had done it, because the benefits for Aenar were simply incalculable.
Aenar felt Olenna's gaze and showed a smile, but his smile didn't reach his eyes. If Olenna really dared to reveal his plans, the woman would die in an accident the next day.
This was the right time to centralize his power and he would never lose the chance, even for Olenna, whom he had some respect for her intelligence.
Olenna certainly saw the implications in the kingdom's gaze and remained silent. She knew. Aenar would kill her without any hesitation if she dared to spread his hidden plans to all the lords.
Olenna's response to Aenar's threat was to bow to him and remain silent the next moment.
Nodding to the woman, satisfied with Olenna's quick reaction, he looked at all the lords of the Reach and the Crownlands with a solemn gaze.
"We have to ration food and start planting as soon as possible." He said in a serious tone.
"But we don't have sun, how will crops grow without sun?" The speaker was Mace Tyrell's son, Willas, Aenar's Master of Coin.
"I will create a sun for you, you just have to start planting when that happens." Aenar replied in a casual tone, making everyone's eyes fix on him. There was horror and disbelief in everyone's eyes.
What did they just hear?
The king would create a sun?
"There will be a new law that all regions must obey." Aenar did not explain how he would create an artificial sun, he said, looking at everyone present. "Every citizen must donate a bowl of blood once a month. This blood must be preserved and sent to King's Landing as soon as possible."
When Aenar said this, silence prevailed in the environment, hundreds of pairs of eyes looked at Aenar with strange and even fearful gazes. The history of the Fall of Old Valyria existed as an example.
"I will not make chimeras, I will only use the blood to strengthen the soldiers' bodies." Aenar, feeling the gazes, replied with a gentle smile on his lips. He knew how prejudiced Westeros was against magic, especially blood magic.
"All your soldiers will be ten times stronger." Aenar added, narrowing his eyes, apparently giving countless benefits to the nobles. How could they know that when the Blood Ritual happened, these people would only have one person in their minds.
Aenar Targaryen and no one else.
The hesitation and fear in the Lords' eyes disappeared in an instant upon hearing those extremely tempting words. They saw how strong Titus was, he could tear a man in half as if tearing bread. Knowing that their soldiers could have such power made their hearts beat faster.
"Don't worry, Your Grace, the blood will arrive in King's Landing as soon as possible." Randyll Tarly stepped forward and said in a respectful tone, even he couldn't see the conspiracy in the king's actions. Which was normal, after all, no one present knew even the basics of magic.
This lack of knowledge left the nobility of Westeros completely defenseless against magic, how could Aenar not exploit such a great weakness?
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