Chapter 58 - The Preparations Before the Coronation (III)

"Lies and secrets seldom remain hidden for long; fate likes to remind you of the past." Eddard Stark, Lord of Winterfell.

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Aenar sat on a throne of cold metal, but painted red, he wore black robes emblazoned with the House Targaryen sigil. On his head was a circlet of Valyrian steel set with round rubies. It was a crown similar to that of Aegon I Targaryen, but obviously a replica.

Not only was Aenar present in the perfectly lit throne room, but Daenerys was also present, just a few steps away from him, sitting on a chair decorated with gold and silver, a much more comfortable throne than the one Aenar was currently sitting on.

To match Aenar, Daenerys wore a blood-red dress with the House Targaryen crest in black. On her head she wore a delicate and beautiful crown studded with beautiful rubies.

Although they weren't kings and queens at the moment because they hadn't been properly crowned, they were an incomparable king and queen at the moment.

In addition to the two of them, Titus, Sigmund, and Willem were also present. All of them wore white armor and white capes. Under their command, dozens of red armored guards stood 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 gown, looked up at the throne with a calm and collected gaze, an elegant smile on her lips.

Visenya and Rhaella were not present, something Aenar had requested, both women tired from helping him all day with the hundreds of documents concerning the government of Volantis. How could Aenar disturb both women's sleep with 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 didn't hide anything from her, including some secret organizations like the Emperor's Daughters.

An intelligence and assassination organization made up entirely of women, trained in the most brutal ways, 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 would only have to report to him and no one else.

To be honest, she was excited about this, she had already noticed that she wasn't suited to take part in wars because of her small size. Although her agility had increased, her stamina wasn't infinite, and when her stamina ran out, death would be the only fate that awaited her.

As the leader of the future organization of the Emperor's Daughters, she felt that she would not be as bored and idle as many might expect.

"Send her in." Resting the gourd in his hand, Aenar replied, a hint of interest growing in her eyes.

It wasn't normal to disturb him in the night, especially this late at night.

With Aenar's words, a secret passage appeared behind a pillar, revealing a figure dressed entirely in black, not a hint of skin showing, only a pair of brown, almost black eyes.

The woman walked under the marble floor under the watchful eyes of all the guards, especially Titus and Sigmund. Although neither of them had received extensive combat training, the brothers were not to be underestimated, especially with their speed and abnormal strength. Both could easily kill dozens of men.

The woman knelt under the stairs and looked directly at her Messiah.

"It is an honor to meet you in person, Son of Light." She spoke in a reverent and calm tone. "Forgive me for disturbing your sacred rest, but the information I was given was of extreme urgency."

"Do not worry, Viviane. Do not hesitate to do your work as you have 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, who did not relax in their work.

He couldn't relax, how could his subordinates relax in front of their master?

"Yes, Prophet." Viviane replied respectfully, but was shocked inside, the Emperor's Daughters had thousands of members, she had never expected that her name would be remembered by the Son of Light. She was only one of hundreds of captains in the organization.

"Our spies in Westeros at the Red Keep have sent word that the Small Council has met dozens of times in the past month. Though it was impossible to hear the conversation, as only members or great nobles can enter the Small Council chamber. Given the rumors we've been spreading throughout the capital about the Prophet, it's likely that this has been the main topic of the Small 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 named Petyr, also known as Littlefinger, is desperately gathering gold for the coffers of House Baratheon."

Aenar understood the urgency of the situation.

A large collection of money might seem harmless, but it was anything but. What did Robert need money for?

Aenar eliminated the most obvious reasons, and one in particular came to mind.

"He wants to hire assassins to kill me. And the only assassins that 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.

Though Aenar whispered, his words were especially audible to everyone in the Great Hall.

For the first time, Daenerys showed an expression of anger as she heard the whisper of her sweet future husband. A flame of fury and rage bubbled up in her chest, threatening to explode at any moment. Even though 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, promising herself that she wouldn't let Aenar get hurt in front of a filthy, cruel murderer.

Titus and Sigmund looked at each other and nodded. Even though they had to train, protecting Aenar was the most important thing for them. He was the reason they were both alive, he gave them a glorious goal that was truly worth fighting and dying for.

Aenar made them human again, they were no longer insignificant beggars living on the streets without a purpose, probably surviving by robbing and killing.

Benerro and Kinvara in particular were even more enraged, Robert's actions were no different from the highest act of blasphemy one could commit.

"Your Grace, let me lead the fleet to attack the coast of Westeros and prevent any ships from crossing the sea." Benerro ordered, looking at Aenar sitting on the red throne.

"Proposal denied." Aenar refused without hesitation, making the middle-aged man look extremely sad.

"This murder is a good thing, it gave me the justification to sully his name and glorify mine even more." Seeing the look on everyone's face, including Daenerys', Aenar patiently explained.

"Viviane. Go and spread the word of the assassination attempt orchestrated by Robert Baratheon. Tell them that their fat king was not only a murderer of his kin, but a cowardly man who didn't have the courage to fight on a battlefield. Tell them what their true king is like." Aenar spoke each word with a calm expression.

To be honest, he had expected the assassination attempt, after all, he had a dragon and a large army, only a fool would stand by and wait for something like that to knock on the door. Aenar could very well use the assassination attempt to his advantage. Undermine Robert's reputation among the people and use it to spread his name.

That way, at least his future reign will be smoother at first, without so much mistrust on the part of the people, they will accept him easier and faster. Something very important for the war against The Others in the future.

Daenerys looked at Aenar in surprise and couldn't help but feel that she was still very inexperienced when it came to cunning. She had never thought that suffering an assassination attempt could bring so many benefits. With the number of murders she had suffered growing up, she might well have become legendary in the eyes of the people of Essos.

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There will be no chapters tomorrow, as I'm going to a family reunion and won't be able to write. Since there will be no updates on Saturday, I will write on Sunday.

Note: For some reason, Webnovel deleted some character pictures I had posted. I put them back, but I'm still confused as to why they were removed. There was nothing inappropriate.