Chapter 95 - Negotiations with Free Folk (II)
"The crown is just a prettier leash, it remains to be seen whether you really want to be a good monarch or simply ignore the weight of it and become a mediocre monarch." Aenar Targaryen.
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"Prince Aenar!" Just as Aenar was ready to enter his room with Leda, he heard a young, delicate girl's voice.
Looking down, he saw a red-haired girl with big blue eyes.
"Sansa, you've grown up a lot. You're becoming more and more beautiful." Stroking Sansa's hair, Aenar greeted the girl with a gentle smile. Unlike Arya, Sansa accepted his new identity with ease. The girl had really grown in the months he had been away.
"I saw your dragon landing outside Winterfell, he's super giant!" Sansa felt the caresses in her hair and smiled sweetly. She looked at Aenar with her blue eyes and spoke with a tone full of admiration.
"Well, Caraxes is really big." Aenar replied with a laugh. However, remembering a fragment from the future, where there was a crimson dragon feeding on an entire planet, he thought that the current Caraxes was still a bit small...
"Do you want me to take you flying?" Aenar asked with an amused tone, his eyes looking at Sansa with a hint of teasing.
Sansa's face turned pale at the mention of flying on a dragon. She quickly shook her head and denied it without any hesitation. "No! I'd rather stay on the ground, where I can feel safe."
Aenar wasn't surprised; in a world where people couldn't fly by plane, the fear of flying on a dragon was really great. In his past world, many people were afraid to fly, let alone in this medieval world.
"Then let's go horseback riding another time, little redhead." Aenar said amusedly as he entered his room with Leda.