Chapter 21 - The Wall (III)
"Fate likes to play with people, especially in a cruel and sadistic way." Aenar Targaryen.
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Brynden let out a genuine sigh of admiration, the beast was bigger than any boat in the world, every part of it was a weapon capable of easily killing any human. He didn't doubt for a moment that the dragon in front of him could reduce King's Landing to ashes in just a few minutes.
"Caraxes, the same name as the dragon of the Rogue Prince, Daemom Targaryen, and the name of the god of war and violence in Ancient Valyria." Brynden looked at the blood crimson dragon and found the name appropriate for the future of House Targaryen.
It had been a long time since he had felt so alive, the weight that had always been on his shoulders lighter than ever, knowing that even if he died, House Targaryen would survive with Jon.
That alone was the best medicine for his tired, decaying soul, he felt thirty again, full of energy and hope for the future.
"I don't know your name, nephew." Brynden smiled and his one lilac eye looked at the boy with a gentle gaze, as a grandfather would look at his grandson.
"Actually Jon Snow, but my real name is Aenar Targaryen." Jon didn't hesitate to answer his great-uncle's question.
"Aenar." Brynden chewed the name in his mouth and smiled, it was a fitting name for the king who would establish the Targaryen Dynasty once again in Westeros. For House Targaryen, the name Aenar had come to be regarded as unconditional trust in their kin over the centuries.
If Aenar Targaryen the Exiled had not trusted his daughter, Daenys the Dreamer, House Targaryen would have perished, as would all thirty-nine Dragon Lords of Valyria.
It was only by trusting in his daughter that the Patriarch of House Targaryen sold all the family's property and settled on an island at the edge of Essos along with his dragons, slaves and wealth.