Chapter 45 - The Family Finally Reunited (I)

Chapter 45 - 45 - The Family Finally Reunited (I)"Being treated like a god is definitely strange, everyone asks you to fulfill their wishes, as if I'm going to fulfill them." Aenar Targaryen thought as he was surrounded by worshippers.

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Essos, Volantis - The First Daughter.

Aenar was preparing to break his daily fast when he heard someone knocking on his door. Seeing in the mirror that there was no flaw in his clothes, he answered.

"Come in."

As soon as his words sounded, the door was opened and a platinum-haired woman entered the room with a very happy expression.

"Grandmother." Aenar greeted the woman with a warm smile on his face.

Rhaella couldn't help looking at her grandson and smiled even more. If she hadn't known that her grandson was the same age as her youngest daughter, she could easily have mistaken him for a young adult of sixteen or seventeen.

He was very tall, measuring around 186 cm in height (6'1), his slightly muscular body visible through the baggy red tunic he was wearing at the moment, which sported a cleavage at the chest, showing off a defined and streamlined abdomen. He was just the right amount of muscular not to have extremely bulging muscles.

As for his face, there was nothing to talk about. As the son of the man considered the most handsome in Westeros, Aenar's face was simply too beautiful. Rhaella was sure that his looks alone could be the dream of many a ladys still single or even married in Westeros.

"Are you feeling well? Have you rested well?" Rhaella asked with a worried tone as she searched for any trace of exhaustion from the battle that had taken place the day before. Even now, the town was still noisy, everyone discussing the battle that had begun to be referred to as the Second Field of Fire.



Rhaella thought it was a very apt name, especially thinking about how many had died the night before, ashes falling from the sky like raindrops.

Faced with his grandmother's concern, Aenar replied in an amused tone. "Don't worry, the biggest job was done by my brother, Caraxes."

Rhaella couldn't help but notice the term used to refer to the dragon, proving that her grandson and the dragon shared a very strong bond and considered each other brothers. This brought a smile to her lips.

"Would you like to walk with me? I'll go see Caraxes and then we'll break our fast together." Aenar said, inviting Rhaella to walk with him, something Rhaella accepted without a second thought. She wanted to learn as much about Aenar as possible, to at least try to make up for lost time between them.

As she walked through the corridors towards the outermost part of the Great Temple, Rhaella noticed something that she found very worrying: when everyone looked at Aenar, they weren't looking at a King, but at a God, a look of worship and reverence. Even the guards following them looked as if they would give their lives for her grandson at any second.

Rhaella's fears were realized when a mother approached holding her daughter.

"Can the Messiah bless my daughter?" The mother asked, showing her daughter, who was no more than a few years old.

Aenar wasn't surprised and held the girl with a gentle smile and kissed her forehead. "God bless her, she will be a strong and healthy child."

The woman smiled, took her daughter and bowed, then walked away with a broad smile on her face. After the woman, others began to gather around Aenar. All members of the Red Faith, all trying to touch him or ask for a blessing.

At one point, Rhaella felt trapped and suffocated by the amount of people gathering around them. Fortunately, this only lasted a few moments before the guards surrounded her and her grandson, forming a protective ring around them.

Looking at Aenar's perfectly normal face, Rhaella couldn't imagine how her grandson could remain perfectly normal in the face of such an absurd scene.

It wasn't that Aenar minded such things, but scenes like this would be very normal in the future, especially in Essos, less so in Westeros, but even more so when the Long Night came. He was the spiritual pillar of the people and would have to get used to many treating him as a god-like figure.

Under the protection of dozens of guards, Aenar and Rhaella finally managed to leave the Great Temple.

"Are you okay, don't you feel uncomfortable?" Rhaella asked with an unreadable expression on her face. Though she had realized it before, living in the Great Temple for nearly two years had only confirmed her earlier suspicions that the entire Red Faith had its core in her grandson. How this was possible, or even how it happened, she had no idea.

It was so crazy and unreal that Rhaella wondered if all these people were mad.

"I'll get used to it." Aenar replied with a smile on his face, but Rhaella could tell that he carried a responsibility that she didn't know how many times heavier than her own.

The walk to the training ground where Caraxes lay was quiet, there weren't many people around, and those who were there were kept at bay by the Red Guards.



Rhaella listened with pleasure to Aenar's childhood story, regretting that a Targaryen prince had been raised as a bastard. When she heard how Aenar was treated by Catelyn, a rage bubbled up in her chest. If there was one thing she was, it was someone who protected her family.

When she returned to Westeros, she would make that woman suffer "a little," but she wouldn't kill her because she was the wife of the Lord Paramount of the North, who was now an ally of House Targaryen.

Rhaella's expression didn't escape Aenar's eyes, and he felt his heart warm to see her act with such fury at the way he was being treated by Catelyn Stark.

When Aenar and Rhaella were close to the Training Field, they both saw two small figures spying on the gigantic dragon from behind a pillar.

Getting closer to the two figures, Aenar and Rhaella overheard their conversation.

"I want to fly on it." The platinum-haired girl commented with a tone full of longing.

"What if the princess falls? It doesn't seem very safe." The second girl commented with a worried tone.

"Don't be a coward Missandei, imagine how cool it is to fly on a dragon." The platinum-haired girl retorted to the other girl's words.

"I don't see how flying on a dragon is cool, it looks like it's going to eat me at any moment." Missandei replied, looking at the gigantic beast that had burned tens of thousands of people alive in less than an hour.

Rhaella stroked her forehead listening to her youngest daughter's words, she looked at her grandson and saw that he was smiling with a playful smile on his lips.

Letting out a sigh, Rhaella called out to her daughter. "Daenerys."

Hearing her name being called, Daenerys, who had woken up early to see Caraxes, turned around startled and saw her mother looking at her with a scolding look. However, her gaze soon settled on the young man next to her mother.

"Nephew!!!" Showing an excited look, Daenerys approached her family and greeted them with a joy that was simply contagious.

Missandei, seeing Aenar, simply bowed her head as if she had done something wrong, which, by the way, she had, since Aenar didn't allow anyone to approach Caraxes without permission.

Aenar knew that the dragon hated any strangers approaching him. To prevent anyone from becoming dragon food, he had to stop everyone from approaching Caraxes.

Looking at her unarmored nephew, Daenerys' eyes couldn't help but light up. Aenar in armor gave off a majestic and regal air, but in normal, comfortable clothes, he gave off an air of regal elegance, but much more approachable.

Combine that with his simply beautiful appearance, and you have someone who can make your young heart beat extremely fast.



While Daenerys looked at Aenar, Aenar also looked at Daenerys.

Daenerys had the typical Targaryen features, a fine, delicate, almost supernatural beauty. She was slender and petite, with large lilac eyes and thin, pale, porcelain, almost translucent skin. She looked like a porcelain doll.

Aenar had to admit, his family was really beautiful to the point of making anyone wonder why God loved the Valyrians so much.

"Hello, my little aunt." Stroking her hair affectionately, Aenar greeted her with a gentle smile. Daenerys was really small, barely big to reach his belly.

Daenerys pouted at being treated like a child, just like her mother treated her. Putting her hands on her waist, she puffed out her still-developing breasts and spoke in a tone that tried to sound as adult as possible. "Sweet nephew, we're the same age, don't treat me like a child!"

Aenar almost couldn't help herself and started laughing. Trying his best to show a serious expression, he spoke in an apologetic tone even though he was smiling. "Forgive me dear aunt, I didn't mean to offend you with my words."

"You're forgiven, but only if you introduce me personally to Caraxes." Showing a cunning expression, Daenerys finally revealed her true intention, making Rhaella roll her eyes.

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