Chapter 71 - The Coronation (VI)
"I told you, faith is a scary thing when used as a weapon." Aenar Targaryen, God Emperor of Planetos.
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On leaving the room with Visenya, Aenar found Leda, Titus, Sigismund and Ser Willem, all dressed in white armor and equally white cloaks. Although Titus and Sigismund were not members of the Royal Guard, but of the dreaded Sardaukar, they were charged with protecting him and his family with unwavering devotion.
Walking down the corridor, Aenar found Daenerys, clearly more nervous than the prince himself who was to be crowned in a few moments. She wore a black dress with red sleeves, while her hair was tied up in a bun similar to Visenya's, but adorned with glittering jewels that further highlighted her elegance.
Both queens were impeccably dressed, looking stunning for what would be the second most important occasion of their lives.
"I'm grateful to have two such beautiful queens." Aenar commented, watching as they both positioned themselves next to him, Visenya on his left and Daenerys on his right.
Daenerys smiled happily, despite her nervousness, and reciprocated with a sincere compliment: "My king is even more handsome."
Noticing Daenerys' anxiety, Aenar rolled his eyes and joked: "Don't be so nervous. If anything, ask Balerion to burn what you're worried about."
The mention of her dragon brought a smile to Daenerys' lips. Remembering the vigilant, protective cub who was always by her side reassured her a little.
Taking a deep breath, Aenar held out her hands to Visenya and Daenerys. "Come on, people are waiting." He spoke, feeling the firm touch of the two as they held his hands.
With a determined stride, the Kingsguard followed close behind, hands poised on the hilt of their swords, alert for any threat.