Game Of Thrones: The God-Emperor of Planetos

"A fair duel for killing all his troops, think of it as a bit of mercy for such a skilled leader." Aenar Targaryen, remembering the fight with Khal Drogo, the greatest Khal of his time.

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"Sister!!!" As Visenya looked at Caraxes and Aenar, she heard an incomparably familiar cry.

She looked back and saw a galloping horse rapidly approaching on the battlefield, dodging the bodies of the dead men and horses. She immediately recognized her mother and sister.

Looking at the state of her daughter wearing armor and covered in blood, Rhaella couldn't help but let out a helpless sigh. Apart from her grandson, would anyone really marry her daughter? Yes, she planned to marry her daughter to her grandson, not just Visenya, but Daenerys too.

The likely birth of the dragons was the main reason for her taking such a drastic decision, she would in no way allow the scenario that happened at the Dance of the Dragons to happen again. Only House Targaryen could have dragons and no one else. Only a united family could bring her back all that her ancestors had conquered before her.

However, she put these thoughts aside and focused on the scene happening in front of her and truly understood why Aegon and his sisters/wives had managed to bring a continent to its knees before House Targaryen.

The scene of one person and a dragon destroying an entire army was truly a sight for sore eyes.

Such a sight might not be so rare in modern times where there were nuclear bombs, but in the world of Planetos, it was a truly shocking sight, especially after the fall of Ancient Valyria and the disappearance of the dragons.

"He's flying again!!!" Daenerys exclaimed in regret for not knowing her sweet nephew, her lilac eyes staring at the crimson dragon taking flight and heading in the opposite direction of Volantis City.

Visenya and Rhaella also looked regretful, but they didn't stay that way for long, especially Visenya, who was one of the generals on the battlefield.

"Forward troops!!!" She shouted and her orders were passed on in less than five minutes. Although Benerro's strategy couldn't be completed because of her nephew, she still wanted to see him incinerate all the enemy Dothraki.

The troops advanced on Visenya's orders without any hesitation, something impossible to happen before this war took place, but it became possible when everyone saw how she fought alongside them regardless of her special status.

Rhaella's eyes widened seeing this, for the first time in almost twenty years, she noticed that her daughter was no longer a frightened little girl always seeking refuge in her arms on stormy nights, but had become a powerful woman who could command tens of thousands of men.

"Mother, let's follow Visenya." Rhaella awoke from her stupor at her youngest daughter's words, nodding as she grabbed the reins of her horse and followed the army, passing through the field of fire before her, the red flames still burning faintly on the ground along with the ashes of the dead.

Aenar didn't know that his family was watching him as he flew with Caraxes towards the second enemy army miles away.

Honestly, such a strategy was really suitable to fight these Dothraki, but only if you had a powerful army, otherwise splitting your troops wasn't a very smart strategy on the battlefield.

Five minutes later, Aenar saw two armies clashing, excited shouts full of savagery could be heard from afar, and even if he didn't know anything, he could assume it was the Dothraki. There was no other ethnic group in the world as warlike as the Dothraki.

Benerro, who wore red and gold armor, held a hammer covered in flames as he killed everyone with ease.

The warhammer sank into his enemies' chests and then smashed their heads, exploding them like melanicas, spilling blood and brain tissue everywhere. His face was calm, but everyone could see the happiness in his eyes.

The reason for his happiness was very simple, the cloud of smoke rising into the sky could be seen from miles away! It didn't take a genius to know who had arrived and probably destroyed the second Dothraki army.

"To the Son of Light!!!" Benerro shouted, causing everyone around him to shout at the same time.

"To the Son of Light!!!"

"For the Son of Light!!!"

"To the Son of Light!!!"

The morale of the army soared even higher at that moment, the soldiers seeming to have used Pervitin as they advanced with a confidence and fearlessness of death that shocked even the Dothraki, as if it were the first time they had seen someone braver than themselves.

Both armies stopped, however, when they noticed that the sky had gone completely dark. Everyone looked up and grew pale in front of the gigantic creature in the sky.

The creature's demonic grin was particularly terrifying, and flames spewed from its mouth, falling upon the Dothraki like the wrath of the gods.

The Red Army retreated to avoid the dragon's flames and watched in utter fanaticism as a story from the Bible unfolded before them.

Aenar didn't care about the Red Army and focused on the Dothraki army, killing as many as he could in as little time as possible. Caraxes flew extremely low as his mouth spewed red flames that turned everything in front of him to ash.

As he rode around the battlefield, Aenar's quick eyes caught sight of a small group of interesting Dothraki, because unlike the others, this small group looked at him and Caraxes without any fear. The leader of the small group, who was mounted on the largest and strongest horse, looked directly at him.

"Khal Drogo." A whisper escaped Aenar's lips, guessing his identity in an instant. The things this man would do to his family made fury bubble up in his chest.

Sensing Aenar's rage, Caraxes let out an equally furious roar and suddenly changed direction in the air, his huge body having no trouble doing such a maneuver in the air.

Without any hesitation on Caraxes' part, blood-red flames poured out of his mouth, trying to incinerate the ants that had dared to make his brother angry. However, unlike what he had expected, the ants seemed to be prepared and quickly fled the scene.

Suddenly, Aenar, who was paying attention to Khal Drogo, reached forward and grabbed the arrow, which would have hit him in the eye if he hadn't held it.

"(Caraxes, get down.)" Aenar spoke in High Valyrian and Caraxes obeyed, landing a hundred meters from Khal Drogo and his Bloodriders.

Aenar descended from Caraxes through the iron net and fell to the ground with both feet on the ground, he drew both swords, wielding them in both hands.

Lady Lya and Dark Sister came out of their sheaths with a sharp, cutting sound.

Looking around, the crimson fire still burned around him, creating almost a fighting ring made of dragon fire.

Aenar didn't need to say anything, his actions practically said what he wanted.

As he had imagined, Khal Drogo rode his horse through the red flames in an instant. He got off his horse and drew his Arakh, his brown, almost black eyes fixed on the man who had destroyed his Khalasar riding a huge fire horse with a calm gaze.

"I will bathe in your blood and your head will be one of my trophies." Drogo spoke, but in his own language, something Aenar understood because he knew his own.

"Your head will also be a great trophy, I'll give it to the dogs, something like that is worthy for the scum that you and your people are." Aenar replied in the same language as Drago, not hiding his contempt, disdain and disgust at the Dothraki's actions.

Not only were his people despised, but so was he. Drogo felt a violent flare of anger in his chest hearing the boy's words, he had never been so despised since he was born.

Drogo wasted no more time, he advanced with his Arakh, he quickly covered the distance of a hundred meters in less than ten seconds.

Clang!!!

Khal Drogo's blade was blocked by Lady Lya's, sparks blossomed as the two blades met.

Aenar felt his arms tremble slightly at the impact of the two swords. Although he despised the customs of the Dothraki, he had to admit that the man in front of him was extremely strong.

The Targaryen prince didn't remain in a bladed stalemate for long; in his other hand, Dark Sister made a horizontal move, attacking the Khal without any hesitation in her actions.

Drogo sidestepped by moving his body to the side and attacked with surprising agility, causing Aenar to use Lady Lya to block the Khal's attack once again.

Aenar didn't back down and thrust his sword forward with force and suddenly kicked Drogo in the stomach with his leg covered by the plate armor!

A grunt escaped the Khal's lips, but the man didn't flinch despite the blow, nor did Aenar.

Both engaged in a wild exchange of swords and blows amidst the sea of fire around them.