Chapter 9 - The Two Queens (II)
"Hope. A terrible weapon capable of bringing down entire dynasties and empires, and I hold it in my hands." Aenar Targaryen said, looking into the future, the future he wanted.
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Several days had passed in the Nexus of Space and Time.
Jon's lessons began to intensify with time.
Jon and Rhaenys were face to face resting after a session of etiquette lessons.
They both sat on chairs around a table on the window balcony. Visenya was nearby, a glass of juice in one hand, looking out at the turbulent waves of the black sea below.
"Jon, I've never asked, but why do you prefer to be called Jon when your real name is Aenar?" Rhaenys asked casually, her gaze expressing obvious boredom.
For someone who appreciated music as much as she did, sitting still was terribly monotonous. The only fun she had was teaching Jon, but even that could be exhausting after a while.
Jon, who was about to raise his glass of juice to his lips, stopped and looked at the beautiful woman in front of him. He lowered his glass and put it back on the table. Smiling, he replied in a calm and collected tone, "Because I want to enjoy it while I still have the right to be an ordinary human being."
Jon's answer caused Rhaenys and Visenya to look at the six-year-old with astonished and disbelieving expressions.
Ignoring their looks, Jon continued. "Being just Jon Snow is freeing. I can go where I want or do what I want without anyone caring. A luxury Aenar Targaryen will not have, he will be a god in the eyes of the people."