"When you raise children, you must be careful to punish and reward at the right time, only when they understand that actions have consequences will they be human." Alysanne's thoughts on raising her brothers and sisters with her loving fist.
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Lion's first impression upon seeing Aenar was one of grandeur. His mere presence caused a pulsation in the air, an oppression coming from the very soul. It was not a suffocating oppression, but an oppression that made you want to kneel and worship the divine figure he was.
He personified the purest state of power, the nobility of a god, and the love of a great father. No matter who, attention was always focused on him, as if he were a sun and all other planets orbiting him, all wanting a little of the warmth he emanated.
Lion unconsciously stood in the most erect position he could, he puffed out his chest to appear bigger and more powerful. At least trying to pass himself off a little as the man who was his father.
Seeing his enormous hand approaching, Lion for a moment thought he would be slapped, but the expected pain did not come, only a warm feeling coming from his head. He soon realized that Aenar was stroking his hair.
"I saw the effort you made to improve, that made me proud, Lion." His voice was stern, but it made Lion more excited than ever. What son didn't want his father's attention? What son didn't want to make his father proud?
"I will always seek the best version of myself, Father." Lion clenched his fists nervously and spoke with a determined tone, he raised his head and looked for the first time into his father's eyes. He couldn't help but notice the look in Aenar's eyes. An incomparably calm pride, which looked at him with encouragement.
Aenar couldn't help but nod with satisfaction. Lion was everything one could expect from a great general. Even being so young, he exuded the aura of a true fire lion.
Aenar's eyes stared at the other two children, Daeron and Roboute. Both seemed mature for their age, just like all others with his blood, it had made the children extraordinary.
"Your faith is commendable, Daeron." Looking at his son, who was more a fanatic than a son, Aenar said with a gentle tone. He didn't want his son to follow that path, but knowing the future, he knew it was inevitable. In the end, all that remained was for him to love these boys, making their lives better.
Daeron's eyes lit up at Aenar's words, he seemed to have been injected with adrenaline, as he nodded repeatedly and very quickly. There was an innocent and happy smile on his face.
Looking at Roboute, the most honorable knight he would have, Aenar laughed. If it weren't for Alysanne, perhaps he would choose the boy as his successor. The boy was a being of supernatural intelligence, cold reason, and indomitable will, perfect for making difficult decisions without any hesitation.
"Roboute, you will bring me immense pride, you will be a sharp sword against our enemies." Aenar said with a smile, looking at the blond boy before him.
Roboute was surprised by the compliments, but nodded and spoke in the calmest tone he could. "Yes, Father." Although he tried to hide it, there was a small smile on the child's lips.
After greeting the children, Aenar's eyes fell on the three women. There was no love between them, but he was affectionate with these women, besides, love was not as important as companionship in his eyes.
"I've been neglecting you." Aenar said with a slight tone of apology. He really was too busy, he didn't have time to spend with his legitimate wives, much less with his mistresses.
"Don't worry, we know you're busy, my Emperor." Arianne was not possessive, much less stupid enough to blame the man who provided her with one of the highest statuses in this Imperium.
Margaery and Myrcella nodded. They knew better than anyone how much Aenar worked. It could be said that he spent most of the year away and only returned for his children, wives, and mistresses.
Aenar just shook his head. He was wrong and that was it, even if he was busy, he should have visited the three women. As a man, he had responsibility and being a husband to these women was one of those responsibilities.
"Sit down, food will be served soon." Aenar kissed the foreheads of the three women and spoke with a softened tone.
All three nodded and went to their respective seats not far from three seats that looked more like thrones.
Arianne winked at Rhaenys who winked back, the two women talked in low voices. But unlike the good relationship between the two women, Myrcella and Margaery were much quieter.
The cold eyes of Daenerys and Visenya made both women shiver. Arianne was Rhaenys's cousin and they grew up together. But it was different with Daenerys and Visenya, the two queens didn't like their husband's mistresses and rightly so.
While the atmosphere was tense between the queens and mistresses, the group of children was excited with Aenar's three children.
"You are small like Naerys." Aemon commented with a gentle tone, without any feeling of hostility or even mockery. He looked at the small physiques of the three children with a worried look. "I will ask our father to send some tonics for you to grow faster."
Lion, Daeron, and Roboute were surprised to be received so openly and without any feeling of contempt. Being in Westeros, they knew that bastards were hated and symbols of sin. The brainwashing of the Faith of the Seven could not end so quickly, it was thousands of years of indoctrination. It would take some more time for all these preconceived ideas to be forgotten.
So, seeing all their father's sons and daughters receiving them with open arms, they were surprised.
Soon, the three began to get along without any barrier or embarrassment. The boys seemed pleased to gain three brothers. The girls also seemed pleased to have little brothers to finally stop being the youngest.
"They are just our father's bastards, they didn't even inherit his height." As soon as the voice sounded, the atmosphere around Aenar's group of sons and daughters seemed to freeze for a moment.
Lion calmly looked at the tall and powerful boy, he looked a lot like his father. Remembering the names of the princes and princesses he had memorized before coming to King's Landing, he discovered the boy's identity.
The First Imperial Prince, Aegon.
"Yes, I didn't inherit much from my father, but you definitely didn't inherit his greatness, nobility, and strength." Lion didn't curse or speak sarcastically, he just told the raw and naked truth that children usually speak.
The look of contempt on Aegon's face stiffened at the child's words, he could feel the dissatisfied looks of his brothers and sisters. The feeling of humiliation bubbled in his chest like a volcano about to explode.
"You bastard-" When Aegon was about to vent his anger on a six-year-old child, Alysanne's voice reached him.
"Shut up or I'll break all your teeth myself." She said with a calm and cold tone, her purple eyes staring at Aegon as if asking if he was bold enough to disobey her orders.
"Criticizing our brothers is the same as criticizing our father." Alysanne spoke with a dissatisfied tone with Aegon. "Watch your words."
Aegon's face turned red with shame and anger. Alysanne had never spoken to him in that tone. This only inflamed him even more. In his eyes, her words were more like an order than a request.
This irritated him like never before, especially at this moment, when he was already curious to know that his father's whores had arrived with the filthy bastards.
"I am not your vassal, Alysanne." Aegon spoke with a cold tone. "Don't give me orders."
When Aegon said that, Aemon, Jaehaerys, Daenys, Naerys moved away from Aegon as if he was carrying an extremely contagious disease. The eyes of the four were wide open.
Being raised by Alysanne's loving fist, the girl had enormous prestige among all of Aenar's sons and daughters.
Alysanne narrowed her eyes, hearing Aegon's words. Remembering the information she received about Aegon, she showed a fierce smile.
"It seems you haven't trained with me for a long time, Aegon." Alysanne said with a cold tone. She clenched her fists, apparently eager for battle.
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