Chapter 110 - The Lords of the North (II)
"I give you two options: kneel or perish. There is no third option." - Aenar I Targaryen, God-Emperor of Planetos.
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All eyes turned to the tall boy with the golden-white hair. He was wearing black clothes, but the red crest of the three-headed dragon was unmistakable to anyone present. Next to him was a woman in white armor with grey eyes, as well as a smaller girl whom everyone knew as Arya Stark.
Maege looked at the boy, stunned. She hadn't imagined that the man they had just spoken about would appear in front of her at the same moment.
Ignoring everyone's stares, Aenar walked to the seat of the Winter Kings and, under Eddard's helpless gaze, sat down on the throne that only the Lords of Winterfell could occupy, or their wives in the case of regency.
Seeing Eddard cede the Winter Throne to Aenar, all the Northern Lords felt that something was incredibly wrong. It was almost as if Lord Stark was bending the knee to the boy. This frightened them for a moment.
Faced with confused and incredulous looks from the Northern Lords and Ladies, Aenar spoke in a calm tone:
"Before we begin, I am Aenar of House Targaryen, First of Your Name, son of Lady Lyanna of House Stark and Prince Rhaegar of House Targaryen."
When his voice faded, a momentary silence followed, before swords were drawn, axes raised to chop off heads and warhammers prepared to smash them.
Greatjon, in particular, held his huge sword as if it were a toy. The blade was bigger than Ice, the Valyrian steel sword of House Stark.
"This is not your rightful place, fruit of rape." - The Lord of the Last Hearth growled angrily, glaring at the arrogant Targaryen boy.