Chapter 143 - Home sweet home (IV)
"A person who doesn't know how to control their own desires is no different from a thinking animal, a slave to their own desires and emotions. Such a person can never become a real human, just another animal in the stone jungle." - God-Emperor of Planetos, looking at his children, who were listening attentively.
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Daenerys was unaware that she was already the target of a fanatic and a God, who was gradually discovering Aenar's dislike of the gods. However, even if the girl had known, she would have laughed and felt no fear.
Aenar had taught her not to be afraid and to face her fears head on, because only when you overcome fear do you reach true maturity.
Daenerys didn't have to wait more than a few hours for the ships of the Targaryen and Velaryon fleets to dock at the port.
Monford and Aurane climbed down a wooden plank to the ground, watching the gold-masked soldiers, who were already in formation. They both looked at each other and saw the surprise in each other's eyes. Although they had seen these soldiers before, it was the first time they had seen them in action.
And they had to admit: that military discipline was truly enviable. All fifteen hundred men seemed to move as a single entity.
"Sardaukar!" Merik shouted loudly, and all the soldiers slammed their shields against the ground, producing a deafening roar.
"March towards the queen!" He ordered his troops in a cold, calm tone. As soon as Merik's words echoed, all fifteen hundred men stepped forward, holding their spears and shields firmly.
Monford and Aurane ordered their own soldiers to march together, but as they entered the city, both their faces changed dramatically.
Even someone as experienced in warfare as Monford couldn't help but feel nauseous at the brutal and bloody scene that stretched out before them. Dried blood stained some walls, while decomposing bodies could be seen in every alleyway.