Chapter 74 - Conspiracies (II)
"You may not want to fight, but I want you to fight." Aenar Targaryen, watching his ministers fight each other, balancing the power of the Court.
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Tyrion felt his body freeze as he saw the eyes of all of House Targaryen resting on him. Rhaella, in particular, watched her dear friend's son with a sad sigh. He had her hair, albeit a shade lighter, but his face... was nothing like Joanna's.
The memory of sweet Joanna made Rhaella sigh sadly, mourning the loss of her longtime friend.
"Would you like to introduce yourself, Lord Tyrion?" Aenar asked with a calm look.
He knew there was something almost childish about some of his actions, especially the way he amused himself by watching people's reactions in embarrassing or terrifying situations. Perhaps it was his personal hobby, but compared to the hobbies of other kings before him, his seemed harmless. Right?
Tyrion was surprised by the courtesy and hastened to reply: "I am Tyrion of House Lannister, Your Grace. It is an honor to be in your noble presence on this most memorable day."
Call him what you will, but for Tyrion, the priority was to stay alive. And if flattery could guarantee his survival, he was more than willing to pay compliments even to the hairy balls of the young king in front of him.
"What shall I do with you, Tyrion of House Lannister?" Aenar asked with an amused smile on his lips. "There are those who wish for your head at this very moment."
The king's gaze turned to Oberyn Martell, who regarded the kneeling Tyrion with a coldness that Aenar couldn't help but admire.
Aenar knew that he would look the same way if someone killed someone important to him.