Chapter 62 - Aenar Targaryen, First of His Name (I)
"Someone told me that manipulation was a subtle art, but I think otherwise. Manipulation is a simple art and, with a little knowledge, you can make other people fall for your manipulations without too much difficulty. Humans love to hear what they want to hear." Aenar Targaryen watched the crowd below him, who were waiting for his words.
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"Princess Arianne and Prince Oberyn, due to previous events, we will all rest and break our fast in the morning." Aenar handed Dawn back to Leda, who followed him loyally. He turned to the House Martell entourage and spoke in a casual, relaxed tone, as if he hadn't just burned a head suspected of being a death god.
Arianne and Oberyn didn't know what to say and just nodded, remembering the scenes that had taken place a few moments ago.
Even with all his experience, Oberyn didn't know what to say at that moment. Which wasn't his fault. According to Aenar's words, the head belonged to the God of Many Faces, the god of death worshipped in many places in Essos and especially by the House of Black and White in Braavos.
After exchanging a few more words with Aenar, Oberyn took all his family and left for the rooms prepared for his stay in Volantis. At that moment, all he wanted was a good drink and perhaps a night of sex to relax.
Seeing his guests disappear, the smile on Aenar's face also faded, making Benerro, Moqorro and Kinvara feel as if they were stepping on hot coals.
"One day. One day, I want all the information about the House of Black and White and all the places that worship this damned god of death. I'm going to exterminate that religion from the world and make it forgotten by everyone."
Aenar spoke each word with a cold, unquestioning tone. His purple eyes did not hide the murderous intent in his gaze.
"Yes, your grace." The three of them answered at the same time.
After that, Aenar's cold gaze disappeared, and he smiled warmly at Daenerys, who had just arrived at his side.