Game Of Thrones: The God-Emperor of Planetos-Chapter 161 - War of the Four Kings (VIII)

"A good dog for my king." That was the thought of Leda, Lady Commander of the Royal Guard and Sword of Aenar.

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When Leda found Aenar again, she looked around with an indifferent gaze. Hundreds of broken, cut and torn bodies were scattered on the ground. The smell of blood was so strong that it seemed to permeate the air.

Leda noticed, not far away, children, women and old people, all staring at her king with terrified looks on their faces. She wasn't surprised by this. Unlike her murderous method, Aenar had chosen to kill brutally.

Leda's white armor didn't have a single drop of blood on it, but Aenar was soaked. There wasn't even a clean part of him, as if he had just emerged from a pond of blood.

"Leda, get ready to wear a dozen lady's dresses." Already anticipating Leda's arrival, Aenar commented in an amused tone, oblivious to his current appearance. As for the number of ears he had cut off, he had lost count, but there were many.

Aenar estimated that he had killed more than a thousand men in less than two hours. He had practically destroyed two or four Hill Clans. Yet, as he had promised Visenya and Daenerys, he hadn't killed any women or children.

Leda's lips twitched as she heard Aenar's words. Although she knew the king wouldn't pass up the bet, she hadn't imagined he would ask for something so trivial. Was it really so much fun to tease her? Leda didn't know, but she did know that she would have to wear countless women's dresses.

Thinking about those dresses, her face revealed a slight helplessness. She had never liked wearing them; although comfortable, they were totally unsuitable for training or any other occasion involving physical exertion.

"Let's go. I've taught these people a lesson they'll never forget in their lives." Stowing Lady Lya back in her scabbard, Aenar spoke with a smile.

"Does Your Grace need me to finish the job?" Leda asked, bringing her hand to the hilt of her sword. She looked at the women and children with indifference. If Aenar so wished, she would do it without any hesitation.

"I promised Visenya and Daenerys that I won't kill indiscriminately." Aenar let out a sigh and smiled. For some reason, he felt that his mind was much clearer than before.

As for the possibility of those people posing any danger in the future, Aenar wasn't worried. If there was any sign of it, he would simply ask Caraxes for a free lunch.

Without caring about anything else, Aenar left with a serious look on his face. Leda nodded, cast one last indifferent glance at those people and followed the king without saying a word, listening only to the weeping and wailing that echoed behind her.

Ironoaks.

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In the castle, looking at the army that occupied her entire field of vision, Anya Waynwood, Lady of Ironoaks and head of House Waynwood, felt that things were getting more and more complicated.

Seeing the banners bearing the coats of arms of the Noble Houses of the North, she narrowed her eyes and let out a heavy sigh.

"Geremy, take Cynthea and Sandor. Hide until the Targaryen King leaves the Vale." Anya ordered in a calm tone.

Her words made Geremy Frey, Walder Frey's tenth son, change his expression drastically. He looked at his daughter and son with a complex gaze and left without any hesitation.

As for the reason for that order, he could understand it as soon as he saw the army banners below. There was no coat of arms of House Frey. For the Northern army to reach the Valley, it had to pass through the Twins.

Knowing his father's personality well, if Walder had surrendered, the coat of arms of House Frey would have been among the banners of the king's army. But since there was no sign of the coat of arms and yet the army had crossed the Twins, there was only one explanation:

The Twins had been conquered...

Anya let out a sigh and looked up. The gigantic crimson dragon seemed to cover the sky with its colossal wings. She couldn't help but admire the beast, the world's greatest predator.

"Lysa Tully must be out of her mind to crown young Robert as king in front of such a force of nature." Anya muttered, staring at the dragon for a long time.

It wasn't just Aenar who was surprised by Robert Arryn's coronation. All the Noble Houses of the Valley were shocked. In everyone's eyes, all they had to do was sit back and wait for the civil war to end, then they could simply bend the knee to the victor. But Lysa Tully's actions completely destroyed that plan.

Not once or twice had Anya tried to enter the Gates of the Moon, but all her attempts were denied by Lysa, with the excuse that the castle was being renovated and that it was inconvenient to receive noble guests.

Faced with these words, the Noble Houses' hands were tied. They couldn't just attack The Eyrie, it would be a suicide mission. The title of "impregnable castle" was not an empty exaggeration, but a prestige accumulated over more than six thousand years.

Anya's eyes fell on the handsome man with sandy hair and blue eyes. Even though he maintained a calm expression, she could see the excitement and emotion in his gaze. She knew exactly why the Targaryen King had arrived at her castle.

"Cousin, we're going to welcome the king." Unable to contain his excitement at the chance he had always wanted, Harrold spoke with a glint in his eye.

"Stay calm. You'll be Lord of the Vale." Anya replied with a helpless tone.

Honestly, if it was anyone else the King chose to be Lord of the Vale, she and all the Noble Houses of the Vale would have refused without any hesitation. However, as it was Harrold, Jon Arryn's heir presumptive, there was no resistance to accepting him as the new Lord of the Vale.

Robert Arryn's rise and Lysa's madness had already left the lords of the Vale full of dissatisfaction with both of them. They wouldn't kill the child and the mother, but they would strip Lysa Tully of her titles and rights as regent.

Harrold calmed down when he heard his cousin's words and regained his composure. He flashed an elegant, courteous smile as he straightened his clothes. As Anya had said, he would be Lord of the Vale and could not appear weak or inexperienced in front of the Targaryen King.

"Let's go, my lord." Anya was already addressing him as the new Lord of the Vale.

Nodding their heads, they both walked towards the castle exit, ready to welcome the King and his entire court.

However, as soon as they saw the king covered in blood, they were completely shocked. There was no way not to be astonished at seeing a large man entirely bloodied.

But Anya was an old and experienced woman. She quickly regained her composure and approached the king. The first thing she noticed was how tall he was, she felt like a child next to him. The second was his youth. He was a young king, and as far as she knew, Aenar was only fourteen.

She wondered what Eddard Stark had fed the boy when he was little to make him grow so tall and strong.

If Eddard heard Anya's thoughts, he would simply reply that it was the bloodline of the Northmen... and a lot of milk!

"Your Grace, welcome to Ironoaks."

The reason Anya recognized Aenar was simple. In addition to the crown on his hair, the armor he wore bore the crest of House Targaryen, something unmistakable in Westeros and much of the world.

"Forgive my rude appearance, Lady Anya." Aenar spoke with a gentle, charismatic tone. "I've had to deal with a few Hill Clans."

Anya finally understood why Aenar was covered in blood. A cold look appeared on his face at the mention of the Hill Clans. If there was one thing the lords of the Valley hated, it was these savages, who only killed and plundered like true savages.

On their hands was the blood of several noble houses, including the lords and heirs of House Arryn, who had perished under the blades of the Hill Clans.

"These are my sons: Morton, Donnel and Wallace." Anya introduced her sons with a smile, oblivious to the pungent smell of blood coming from the king.

"They will be great men and warriors." Aenar smiled and praised the three of them.

At his words, Anya and her children were satisfied.

"This is Harrold, from House Hardyng." Anya certainly couldn't fail to introduce her cousin, who was to become Lord of the Vale.

"We have a lot to talk about, Harrold." Aenar commented with a mysterious smile, making the man smile as he knew that House Arryn was now in his hands.

"Come in, Your Grace. I'll order the servants to heat the water and prepare your bath." Anya invited Aenar, who accepted without any hesitation. Being covered in blood was not comfortable.

"Thank you, Lady Anya. I'm sick of being covered in blood." Aenar joked with a smile, earning a helpless look from Leda, who rolled her eyes at her king.

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