Chapter 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.