Chapter 87 - Leda, The Blade of Aenar (II)
"Should I do like my grandmother and jump on his bed?" Margaery Tyrell, thinking about how to seduce Aenar. There was a wicked smile on her lips.
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"How are you feeling, my dear cousin?" Aenar asked with a curious tone.
Leda, who was still naked and covered in blood in front of Aenar, looked down at her hands and felt limitless power coursing through her veins. It was an electrifying feeling, and with a thought, her hand began to emit small, thin gray rays.
(If you don't understand the reference, you're not a man of culture.)
Leda's eyes widened at the sight of the rays dancing between her fingers, she still couldn't believe that she was controlling power that only the gods could possess.
"It won't be very powerful at the moment, but it will become a real weapon in your hands in the future. For now it only serves to impress people." Aenar commented with an amused tone, watching Leda play with the rays like a curious child.
Leda woke up to hear Aenar's words and quickly knelt down in front of him again.
"Thank you, Your Grace. I will be your blade until the end of my days, I will protect you with all my body, mind and soul." Her gray eyes looked straight into his purple eyes. There were no feelings she could express other than her devotion and loyalty as much as possible.
"I'm glad, because I'm going to abuse that oath, Leda." Aenar spoke not flowery words, but the plain truth. He really would need Leda's services until her last moment.
Leda showed no reaction other than a touch of happiness. For a sword, there was nothing happier than being used to kill her king's enemies.