"Lies and secrets rarely stay hidden for long, fate likes to make you remember the past." Eddard Stark, Lord of Winterfell.
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Aenar was sitting on a throne made of cold metal, but painted red. He was wearing black clothes with the coat of arms of House Targaryen. On his head, he wore a diadem of Valyrian steel with round rubies. It was a crown similar to that of Aegon I Targaryen, but obviously a replica.
In the perfectly lit throne room there was not only Aenar, Daenerys was present, just a few steps away from him, sitting on a chair ornamented with gold and silver, a much more comfortable throne than the one Aenar was sitting on at the moment.
To match Aenar, Daenerys wore a blood-red dress with the coat of arms of House Targaryen in black. On her head, she wore a delicate and beautiful crown studded with beautiful rubies.
Although they weren't both kings and queens at the moment because they hadn't been crowned properly, they were unmatched king and queen at the moment.
In addition to the two of them, Titus, Sigmund and Willem were present. All wearing white armor and white capes. Under their command, dozens of Guards wearing red armor were lined up side by side in the long corridor leading to the thrones above the white steps.
Standing on the first steps, Kinvara in her beautiful red dress looked up at the throne with a calm and composed gaze, an elegant smile on her lips.
Visenya and Rhaella were not present, something Aenar had asked for; both women were tired of helping him all day to deal with the hundreds of documents concerning the governance of Volantis. How could Aenar disturb the sleep of both women because of a visit from foreigners, even if those foreigners were his allies.
"Your Grace, the Captain of the Emperor's Daughters requests an audience as a matter of urgency." Kinvara spoke, drawing the attention of Aenar and Daenerys.
Daenerys in particular looked at her with even more curiosity. Aenar wasn't hiding anything from her, including some secret organizations like the Emperor's Daughters.
An intelligence and assassination organization composed only of women trained by extremely brutal means, forging women capable of killing five men with one dagger.
What's more, according to Aenar, she would be in charge of the Emperor's Daughters, in other words, she would command this entire secret organization. In Aenar's words, she only had to report to him and no one else.
Honestly, this thrilled her, she had already noticed that she wasn't suited to taking part in wars given her small size, although she gained in agility, she didn't have infinite stamina and when her stamina ran out, death would be the only fate awaiting her.
As the leader of the future organization of the Emperor's Daughters, she felt that she wouldn't be as bored and with nothing to do as many might expect her to be.
"Send her in." Resting the gourd in his hand, Aenar replied with a touch of interest growing in her eyes.
It wasn't normal to disturb him in the night, especially so late at night.
With Aenar's words, a secret passage appeared behind a pillar, revealing a figure dressed completely in black, there wasn't a scrap of skin exposed on her, only a pair of brown, almost black eyes could be seen.
The woman walked under the marble floor under the watchful eyes of all the guards, especially Titus and Sigmund.
Although both had not received extensive combat training, the brothers were not something to be underestimated, especially with their speed and abnormal strength. Both could kill dozens of men without any difficulty.
The woman knelt below the steps and looked directly at her messiah.
"It is an honor to meet you in person, Son of Light." She spoke with a devout and calm tone. "Forgive me for disturbing your sacred rest, but the information I received was of extreme urgency."
"Don't worry, Viviane. Don't hesitate to do your work as you've been taught, I don't care about my rest." Aenar looked at the mysterious woman before him and commented with a rare tone of appreciation. He liked people like that, not relaxing in their work.
He couldn't relax, how could his subordinates relax before his master?
"Yes, prophet." Viviane answered respectfully, but was shocked inside, the Daughters of the Emperor had thousands of members, she had never expected that her name would be remembered by the Son of Light. She was just one of hundreds of captains in the organization.
"Our spies in Westeros at the Red Keep sent messages that the Small Council met dozens of times last month. Although it was impossible to hear the conversation since only members or great nobles can enter the Small Council Chamber. Given the rumors we've spread throughout the capital about the prophet, it's likely that this was the main subject of the Little Council's constant meetings." Viviane spoke in a calm tone and continued.
"The reason for the rush to report this information was that the Master of Coin called Petyr, also known as Littlefinger, is desperately gathering gold for House Baratheon's coffers."
Aenar understood the urgency of the situation.
A large collection of money might seem harmless, but it absolutely was not. What did Robert urgently need money for?
Aenar eliminated the most obvious reasons and one in particular popped into his mind.
"He wants to hire assassins to kill me. And the only assassins who could be that expensive are the Faceless Assassins of the Black and White House of Braavos." Aenar muttered to himself, guessing Robert's, or rather Tywin Lannister's, intentions.
Although Aenar whispered, his words were particularly audible to everyone in the great hall.
Daenerys for the first time showed an expression of anger at hearing the whisper of her sweet future husband. A flame of fury and rage bubbled up in her chest, threatening to explode at any moment. Although she knew it would happen, she was still furious at the Fat King's malicious intentions.
Her hands gripped the arms of the throne tightly, she promised herself that she wouldn't let Aenar get hurt in front of any dirty, cruel murderer.
Titus and Sigmund looked at each other and nodded. Although they had to train, protecting Aenar was the most important thing to them. He was the reason they were both alive, he gave them a glorious goal that was truly worth fighting and dying for.
Aenar turned them into humans again, they were no longer insignificant beggars living on the streets with no purpose who would probably survive by robbing and murdering.
Benerro and Kinvara in particular were even more furious, Robert's actions were no different from the highest act of blasphemy anyone could commit.
"Your Grace, let me lead the fleet of ships to attack the coast of Westeros, prevent any ships from crossing the sea." Benerro ordered, looking towards Aenar, sitting on the red throne.
"Proposal denied." Aenar refused without any hesitation, making the middle-aged man look extremely sad.
"This murder is a good thing, it gave me the justification to dirty his name and glorify mine even more." Seeing everyone's expressions, including Daenerys', Aenar explained patiently.
"Viviane. Go and spread the news of the assassination attempt orchestrated by Robert Baratheon. Tell them that as well as being a murderer of kin, their fat king was a cowardly man who doesn't have the courage to fight on a battlefield. Tell them what their real king is like." Aenar spoke each word with a calm expression.
Honestly, the assassination attempt was expected by him, after all, he had a dragon and a large army, only a fool would stand by and wait for something like this to knock on the door. Aenar could very well use the assassination attempt to benefit him even more. Undermine Robert's reputation among the people and use it to spread his name.
With that, at least his future rule will be smoother at first without so much mistrust on the part of the people, they will accept him more easily and quickly. Something very essential in the future for the war against The Others.
Daenerys looked at Aenar in surprise and couldn't help feeling that she was still very inexperienced when it came to being cunning.
She could never have thought that suffering an assassination attempt could bring so many benefits. With the amount of murders she had suffered growing up, she could well have become legendary in the eyes of the people of Essos.
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