"I must say, I'm going to enjoy seducing him." Arianne Martell, Heiress of Sunspear, on seeing Aenar Targaryen.
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"Welcome, Princess Arianne and Prince Oberyn, the arrival of House Martell has brightened these halls, I have ordered your quarters to be properly prepared for your stay in Volantis." Looking at Oberyn's shocked face, Aenar smiled gently and spoke, observing the whole of House Martell, including the famous Sand Snakes.
If Arianne were an innocent and inexperienced maiden like all the Ladys of Westeros, the moment her eyes fell on him, she would fall in love with him with absolute certainty.
Arianne mentally thanked Lyanna Stark for bringing the world such a blessing for women, while cursing how cruel the gods were for making someone so perfect and beautiful.
Even with all her resistance to handsome men, Arianne supposed that if she spent some time with the prince, she would be cruelly taken by him and fall deeply in love with him. His voice was melodious and soft, yet regal, like music to Arianne's ears.
Arianne kept a sensual smile on her lips as she listened to Prince Targaryen's words.
'My stay would be more enjoyable with you in my bed, taking my purity and fucking me like a whore, prince. How I would love to feel my lips wrapping around your cock. She thought, lost in reverie as she imagined Aenar's heavenly voice moaning at the touch of her mouth and tongue. Arianne felt the area between her legs heat up at the thought of seducing the prince into her bed.
"Thank you, my prince, I hope the alliance between House Martell and House Targaryen will last forever." Arianne replied politely, hiding her lustful thoughts behind a modest, elegant smile.
"Forever..." Aenar whispered to himself, his purple eyes seeming to glow for a moment. He rested his head on his hand and looked at Princess Arianne with a calm gaze. "I really hope the alliance between our houses lasts forever, I'd hate to do something I don't like doing."
Oberyn and Arianne narrowed their eyes at the same time, Aenar's words containing a subtle threat to Dorne. At the same time, they understood that they weren't dealing with a twelve-year-old, but with a twelve-year-old capable of reducing an entire city of millions into a dead city.
Betrayal meant death.
Oberyn smiled, despite the discontent in his heart, although he knew that this was Aenar's way of showing strength to him and House Martell's gentle submission, but he really didn't like the threat against Dorne.
"I wonder when Your Grace would begin your reconquest of Westeros?" Oberyn asked, looking at Aenar sitting elegantly on the throne.
He really couldn't believe he was seeing a man who had been raised as a bastard all his life. Every gesture, every look, every word and aura he made emanated a regal, princely feeling. Was House Stark's upbringing really so good as to create a true king?
"Year 296 after the conquest." Aenar didn't hesitate to answer, the only reason he was delaying the reconquest was that he wanted to see the continent in chaos before he began to carry out his plans. He would confront Robert at the right time and decapitate his cousin's head along with the others.
"One year and five months." Oberyn muttered to himself.
Although he didn't know why the Prince wanted to postpone the reconquest for a year and a half. Oberyn didn't say anything or advise him to change his strategies. He had only just met the young prince, how could he give advice on something so important without even having the king's trust in the first place.
"Will Dorne be at my side in the war?" Aenar asked again, his lips curving into a smile that made all the women present look up at least once.
Daenerys, noticing the looks on the other women's faces, was proud of Aenar. In her eyes, only a mediocre man couldn't get women's attention. The more women Aenar attracted, the more it meant that he was a great man. However, she didn't like the way some of these women looked at her husband.
Especially the Princess of Dorne, she could hide her lust shamelessly behind a façade of elegance and innocence, but Daenerys' eyes could see through her disguise and see her true nature.
"Dorne will stand by Your Grace in the war, as will House Stark, I hope." Oberyn replied without any hesitation. There could be no hesitation in his actions at this moment. Anything like that could arouse the young prince's antipathy and distrust.
As a prince, Oberyn knew all too well that rulers were full of suspicion and had huge egos, that the slightest disrespect could have disastrous consequences for Dorne and House Martell.
"Three Great Houses, a dragon and an army of forty thousand. I'm better than Aegon at the moment." Aenar let out a laugh and joked, making the whole throne room feel more relaxed. It showed how powerful being a king was, your mood being able to influence your surroundings unconsciously.
Aenar wasn't surprised by this and found it very normal, it was the power of social influence being exerted on others. It was strange, but people are naturally submissive to others when they meet someone stronger.
The concept of equality is so widespread in modern society that people forget that the strongest and most influential people always control their lives from their own governments.
Instead of the government fearing the people, it was the people who feared their government.
Suddenly, Aenar felt an intense gaze fall on him. He followed the source of the gaze and saw a girl with pale blonde hair down to her shoulders. Her eyes were an icy shade of gray and her face was more androgynous than feminine.
Looking at the sword at her waist, Aenar narrowed his eyes, there was no way he wouldn't recognize one of the three legendary swords of Westeros.
Dawn.
"Do you wish to speak, Milady?" Aenar asked with a growing interest in his gaze.
Under everyone's watchful eyes, the not particularly tall girl stepped forward and knelt down below the steps.
"I am Leda Dayne, the current Sword of the Morning of House Dayne." Leda spoke, raising her head and looking at Aenar with her icy gray eyes. There was no expression on her face, just an inexpressive feeling. "Just as my uncle became a Kingsguard, I wish to follow in his footsteps."
Daenerys couldn't help but look at the girl with a surprised look, she looked at the sword at the girl's waist and saw that it really was Dawn at her waist!
However, in the books she had read about Westeros, there was no record of a woman from House Dayne wielding the legendary sword, Dawn.
Aenar spoke after a brief silence. "You will abandon your titles and possessions; you will not be able to exercise your function as a woman and you will never be able to have a husband. It will be a sword to protect me, a tool and nothing more."
"So, I ask you again. Are you sure of your decision, Leda Dayne?" Aenar asked, rising from his throne and descending step by step, his purple eyes fixed on the cold gray eyes of the girl in front of him.
Everyone held their breath for fear of missing what was about to happen. As Aenar had said, being part of the Kingsguard wasn't just about joining any order of knights, it was about the knight ceasing to be an individual and becoming a sword to protect the king and nothing more.
"My body, mind and soul are yours, Your Grace." Leda replied without any hesitation, causing Aenar's lips to curve into a smile.
"Give me your sword." Aenar ordered and Leda drew Dawn from its scabbard in a mere instant.
The moment she drew her sword, two swords appeared at her neck; if the swords advanced any further, Leda's head would be cut straight off.
It was Titus and Sigmund, both of whom had acted at the same moment.
Leda's eyes for the first time showed some emotion other than respect for Aenar, there was a warlike look in her eyes, full of the thrill of battle. She almost didn't see the swords of the teenagers in front of her being drawn, it all happened in a mere instant and the swords were already dangerously close to her neck.
Oberyn couldn't have been more shocked, he only saw two fleeting lights from the air and two teenagers had surrounded Leda with their swords close to her neck. It shocked him to the core, was that speed of movement really something humans could do?
"Fall back, Titus and Sigmund." Aenar ordered with a simple wave of his hand, something the brothers obeyed without hesitation and stepped back, but his gaze hadn't left Leda. If she tried anything, they would kill her in an instant.
"They're too protective of me." Aenar said with a laugh, oblivious to the slightly tense atmosphere.
"I'll do exactly the same job as them, my king. I will protect you with my life and all my devotion." Leda replied with a cold but respectful look towards Aenar.
Aenar smiled and commented in an amused tone.
"You really do look like your father."
Leda's hands trembled for a brief moment at the mention of her father, but she was soon calm again.
Aenar couldn't help but find her reaction amusing.
Yes, Leda was his cousin, to be precise, she was the bastard daughter of Lord Eddard Stark of Winterfell and Lady Ashara Dayne of Starfall.
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