"Every woman has the power to control men, she just has to know how to use her own advantages." Queen Cersei I of House Lannister.
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With Robert's death, the Lords of the Westerlands and the Stormlands knelt before Aenar. No one held a grudge or even felt anger. Whether Aenar or Robert, both kings fought with bravery, force, and dignity.
Even Stannis did not feel anger at Robert's death, only sadness and regret. He kept his brother's body and asked Aenar for permission to bury Robert at Storm's End.
Aenar accepted and allowed the funeral to take place, even though his grandmother was against it, for Rhaegar had not received a funeral worthy of a Targaryen prince, but as King, Aenar could not allow Robert's body to be humiliated.
Robert was a king, just like him, any humiliation against Robert was a humiliation for any king.
At the same time, this gesture truly moved the Lords of the Stormlands.
Inside the tent.
Aenar, still in armor and his face bruised from Robert's blows, looked at everyone and spoke in a calm and serious tone. "As I promised Robert, his sons and daughters will be spared any reprisals."
However, Aenar spoke in a cold tone. "But all three must renounce their titles before everyone."
No one rose against him; on the contrary, they looked at Aenar with admiration and reverence. A king who kept his promises was much more popular than a cruel tyrant.
"I will bring the princes and princesses to kneel before Your Grace." Stannis stepped forward and spoke in a serious and calm tone. Although he was reluctant to not be king, remembering that House Targaryen had not killed his daughter and wife, the empty feeling in his chest disappeared.
He was not an ungrateful man, besides which Aenar had actually acted with much more leniency and honor than Robert. Not only had he given him a dignified funeral, but he had also spared his brother's sons and daughters.
Stannis knew better than anyone that if Robert had been in Aenar's place, he would have killed everyone in House Targaryen.
Aenar looked at Stannis and narrowed his eyes, there was a sarcastic look in his eyes, but no one noticed it.
Tommen and Myrcella really accepted this outcome, but Joffrey? The boy thought he was the sun and that everyone should obey his every word. Aenar knew there was no way the boy would accept defeat.
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"Remember to kneel when you see the king." Stannis looked at his nephews and nieces and spoke in a serious tone. Joffrey's expression couldn't have been more angry at that moment.
Cersei watched everything with clenched fists and an expression of pure fury on her face. Seeing that Joffrey was about to explode with rage, she quickly whispered to her son. "Joffrey, you are the future king, pretend to kneel and then we will come back stronger."
Joffrey looked at his mother with a betrayed expression on his face, as if what she had just said was extremely humiliating, but seeing the pleading eyes of the woman, his extremely violent mood calmed down, at least for now.
Myrcella held Tommen's hand and held back her tears. She remembered her father's last words and felt even more sadness. Her last conversation with her father had been a fight, and it had destroyed her.
"Sister, where's Daddy?" Young Tommen, who was not even five years old, asked with a genuine expression of confusion and innocence. It was really hard to believe that such a sweet and kind being had come out of Cersei's cruel and insatiable pussy.
Myrcella felt tears running down her face as she heard her little brother's question. She took a deep breath and remained steady, but with a trembling voice, she replied. "He's traveling far away. When you're older, you'll understand, Tommen."
Tommen didn't doubt his sister's words at all, he just nodded and started playing with his wooden horse, as if imagining himself riding in a green field.
Stannis looked at his niece with an appreciative gaze.
He approached her and spoke in a calm and serious tone, but slightly kinder. "The princess need not worry about her safety or that of her brothers. The king has promised that he will not touch you or your brothers. The three of you need only renounce your titles, and you may remain at Casterly Rock or Storm's End."
Myrcella nodded; she knew of this agreement from her father, who had told her about it.
Joffrey heard Stannis' words and was about to shout in anger again, but he was held back by his hand.
Myrcella looked at this and felt a very bad premonition. If there was anyone in this world who knew Joffrey's cruelty, it was her. She had personally seen Joffrey cut open her cat's stomach and pull the still-living kittens out of the animal's belly.
That was just one of Joffrey's countless cruelties. Myrcella knew that her brother was an arrogant and condescending monster. How could an arrogant monster remain indifferent to such humiliation?
However, because of this, Myrcella knew very well that nothing could change her brother's arrogant, monstrous, and insane nature.
"May the gods help my family," Myrcella prayed silently and looked at Tommen with a determined look. She still remembered her father's words, that she must protect Tommen, and she would.
"Father, I hate you and I love you, but I will never let anyone touch Tommen." She thought with an extraordinary look of determination.
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"Sister, look, a dragon!!!" The excited and innocent Tommen pointed to the huge Caraxes lying not far from the tent and spoke in a happy tone full of admiration.
It was the first time he had seen a dragon up close, especially one so large, but he felt no fear, only admiration.
Myrcella also looked at the dragon. She recognized the dragon that had flown over King's Landing years ago. However, seeing a dragon from a distance and seeing a dragon up close were two completely different things.
Even though she was dozens of meters away, Myrcella could feel the heat beating against her face, and the smell reminiscent of smoke hung in the air. At that moment, she truly believed that dragons were made of fire.
Thinking that her father had fought someone who controlled such a huge beast, Myrcella felt more than admiration for her father. She was sure that if she were in her father's place, she would simply surrender after seeing such a beast.
As soon as Myrcella entered the tent, her eyes immediately focused on the tall young man sitting in the main seat.
He was tall, very tall. He wore heavy silver armor with red cloths.
She looked at his face and saw an extraordinarily beautiful face with angular, strong features. A pair of purple eyes and white-gold hair. His face was badly bruised, but that did not mar his beauty, it only made him look even more powerful.
Myrcella knew that this was her father's killer.
King Aenar I Targaryen, Knight of Caraxes.
However, knowing that this was her father's killer, the surprising girl did not feel much resentment. While walking to this place, she heard from Stannis that Aenar treated Robert with dignity and allowed him a funeral fit for a king.
Not only that, but he also allowed her and her brothers to remain alive, despite the resentment between the two Great Houses.
While Myrcella's mind was filled with chaotic and confusing thoughts, Cersei stepped forward and bowed elegantly while displaying all the charm and seduction she had.
"I am Queen Cersei, Your Grace." Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear in a shy yet subtly sensual manner, she continued speaking. "It is time we met, my king."
Myrcella looked at her mother and widened her eyes.
Although she was somewhat innocent, she had not been taught how a lady and a wife should behave, so she knew what happened between men and women.
At that moment, in her eyes, her mother had not even waited for her father's body to grow cold before seducing the young king. She finally understood why her parents' marriage was so bad; they were both terrible people!
Not only was Myrcella shocked, all the men looked at Cersei with wide eyes. Especially the Lords of the Stormlands, they were completely enraged by Cersei's attitude.
Robert had just died with the dignity of a great king who never showed fear or cowardice, he would be remembered as a Warrior King by all.
Now, Cersei had simply tarnished this event with her lust.
However, Cersei didn't care about the angry looks from the lords around her, she just looked at Aenar, who looked so much like the man she had dreamed of marrying.
They were almost identical, except that Aenar was much stronger and more robust, while Rhaegar was slimmer and more delicate. In terms of personal taste, Cersei definitely preferred Aenar.
But that didn't mean she was fascinated by Aenar, she just knew that when Joffrey exploded with rage, he would be in danger. What she had to do now was seduce the king and try to prevent Joffrey's death.
Even if her entire reputation was thrown away, she didn't care to save her son's life.
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Note: I started reading Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring. Honestly, Tolkien is terribly descriptive. I'm used to long texts and got a little tired of reading, but once I got used to it, things flowed more easily.
But I have to say, any novice reader is almost certain to give up on something like this. Tolkien really showed no mercy to us mere readers with reading problems.
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