Chapter 188 - The Conversation Between Two Kings (I)

Chapter 188 - 188 - The Conversation Between Two Kings (I)"A gentle king? No. He's a tyrant of the highest order. Maegor will look like a saint in front of him." Tywin Lannister, Hand of the King and Lord of Casterly Rock.

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In the watchful eyes of all the soldiers on both sides, two thrones were placed opposite each other, the banners of the two Houses fluttering in the wind. No one said anything or even dared to breathe loudly for fear of attracting attention.

Next to the Throne of House Targaryen, there was the enormous head of the dragon Caraxes resting on the ground, the beast had its eyes closed while its rider sat in the chair with his eyes closed. The entire court of House Targaryen was present, from small lords to great lords, such as Eddard of House Stark and Harold of House Arryn.

Aenar, who had been waiting patiently, opened his eyes and looked at the entourage of horses coming from Harrenhal. The flag bearers proudly held the coat of arms of House Baratheon. At the center of the entourage stood a tall man in silver armor.

He was tall, reaching six feet, with black hair and deep blue eyes. As he rode, he held a war hammer. Contrary to what everyone thought, Robert looked fit and nothing like the rumors indicated.

He wasn't a Fat King, but a tall and handsome one, which contrasted sharply with Robert's previous image.

Even from hundreds of meters away, both kings stared at each other with calm, murderous gazes. There was no conspiracy in their gazes, only the purest murderous intent.

They were kings, not conspiring lords, no king who used conspiracies to beat another king was worthy of being called a king. He was just a clown who was never really a king.

Robert Baratheon looked at the extremely tall young man sitting on the throne, he wore black armor with the Targaryen coat of arms on his chest. In his white gold hair could be seen a crown of Valyrian steel set with rubies.

Like Rhaegar, the young man was extremely handsome, inhumanly beautiful, just like his father.



Robert's eyes fell on the huge crimson beast behind the throne, which rested its head on the side of the throne. He narrowed his eyes, but felt no fear and rode on calmly.

Getting off his horse, Robert walked with firm, powerful steps, the warhammer held firmly in his hand. The people thought Robert was going to attack Aenar and quickly drew their swords.

But Aenar stopped them. He looked at his court and spoke in a cold, regal tone. "No one has the right to say anything without my permission. This is a conversation between kings!"

"Well said, Dragon Spawn." Robert spoke with an equally regal tone. He placed the Warhammer on the throne that belonged to him and calmly sat down.

"Serve the wine and food to the king." Aenar didn't mind the insult and spoke with a calm tone.

Under the shocked eyes of both courts, Robert drank the wine served by Arianne without any hesitation, which earned an appreciative look from Aenar.

"That's right, kings don't kill each other so cowardly. Kings should die on the battlefield." Aenar commented with a smile and looked at the man who had killed his father.

Robert looked deeply at the boy and couldn't help but feel envious of Rhaegar. If he had such a descendant, why would he have stayed in Westeros? He would have abdicated long ago and gone to Essos to become a mercenary as he had always wanted.

Unfortunately, all his sons were incompetent to say the least, Tommen had some salvation, but Joffrey was a hopeless case and he would never allow such a monster to sit on the Iron Throne.

"It's the first time we've met, cousin." Aenar spoke to Robert, leaving both sides silent. Especially the Lords of the Stormlands, they had finally remembered that his king was a Kinsman Killer.

A strange atmosphere hung in the air.

Kinsman Killer were not something honorable and were considered one of the most terrible sins to be committed by a person.

"Yes, this is the first time we've met in person. Even though you flew over my city with that crimson beast." Robert didn't mind the contemptuous looks he was receiving from both sides, be they enemies or friends.



He had long since stopped caring what people thought of him.

Caraxes opened his eyes and bared his large, sharp teeth, the dragon's eyes sharpened and stared cruelly at the human in front of him. The dragon could sense that his rider harbored great murderous feelings for this human.

If Aenar gave the order, Caraxes would devour Robert just as Sunfyre devoured Rhaenyra Targaryen.

Caressing Caraxes, who calmed down at his touch, Aenar spoke in a calm tone. "If I were you, I wouldn't speak to Caraxes in that tone, the last time a king spoke to him like that, he turned into a pile of ashes."

"So you killed the boy king." Robert spoke with a slightly sarcastic tone. He knew immediately that Jon Arryn's son was dead and House Arryn had surrendered to House Targaryen.

Four of the Seven Great Houses had bowed the knee to House Targaryen.

"The boy dared to ask for Caraxes as if he were a dog, my lovely dragon simply went berserk and reduced the boy to ashes." Aenar replied shrugging casually, as if he didn't care about Robert Arryn's life, which he really didn't.

"I see." Robert showed a look of slight regret. His adoptive father's son had died a humiliating death, not even as a king, but as a commoner.

"Are you going to use this beast on the battlefield?" As soon as Robert's words came out, everyone fell silent, their eyes focused on Aenar. Especially the Lords of the Stormlands and the Westlands.

There was no way anyone could ignore Caraxes, the dragon was practically a hill that could fly and spit fire. If they went to the battlefield, then the Second Field of Fire would happen again in Westeros.

To be more precise, it was the Third Field of Fire if you count what happened in Essos, but nobody cared about that little detail at the moment.

Aenar didn't reply immediately and took a sip of wine before finally answering. "Although you are rebels and traitors, you are my people and I will not use Caraxes against you. You can die in the steel of my army, but not in the fire of my dragon."

Everyone was silent, even Aenar's enemies looked at him with admiration. There was no way not to admire the young man. If he had used the dragon, this war would already be over.

Unconsciously, the rejection that everyone had against Aenar seemed to diminish to a large extent. They all saw that Aenar was a good monarch, who didn't abuse the power he had to be a tyrant, just like Maegor the Cruel.



However, Tywin saw something else, he saw the young king's cunning. A benevolent king? If Aenar had been the weak and pitiful Baelor, he would have believed it, but with the information he had about the king, the young man was anything but benevolent.

A cunning fox.

That was Tywin's assessment of Aenar. The boy was brilliant at playing the good boy while simply winning people over with his handsome looks and soft, elegant, noble words.

Seeing that everyone fell for this trick, Tywin scoffed, but remained silent. The reason for this was very simple: his negative reputation could not subvert Aenar's good reputation. Although reputation was irrelevant most of the time, the Lord of Casterly Rock had to admit that using prestige at this moment was a good move.

In all honesty, Tywin felt even more jealous of Aerys for having such a good grandson, Aenar was everything he wanted Jaime to be. Unfortunately, the damned God of the Seven Faces is trash just like all the other gods.

If Jaime had known his father's thoughts, he would certainly have refuted his words. What was wrong with following his own path? Was it really wrong to fight for his dream? Was it wrong to sacrifice himself for what he believed in?

If Tywin knew his son's thoughts, he would surely beat him soundly. Only someone born in a golden cradle could be so naive and idealistic.

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