Chapter 158 - War of the Four Kings (V)
"That'll be fun." Aenar Targaryen looking at Brynden Tully, The Blackfish and Knight of the Gate.
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Aenar glanced towards the Riverlands and narrowed his eyes. A mysterious smile appeared on his lips, as if he was thinking about something very interesting.
"Well, Euron is really interesting," he murmured in a calm tone.
As for the relic containing blood magic in his hands, Aenar wasn't worried. If he were a pure-blooded Valyrian, he might have been slightly apprehensive about Visenya and Rhaenys, but in Euron's hands, the Horn would just kill anyone who dared to use it.
And even if, by some miracle, the Horn actually sounded, the supposed power to control dragons would be nothing more than an irritating noise to dragons, especially when used by mortals who didn't even know how to wield blood magic.
"Is there a problem, Your Grace?" Eddard asked when he noticed Aenar's thoughtful expression.
"It's nothing. Just a clown who thinks he's important because he's carrying a relic from Ancient Valyria," Aenar replied casually to his uncle's question, while watching the mountains that looked like spears piercing the sky.
He had to admit: the Noble Houses of the Valley were really brave for building their homes in the mountains. It was fortunate for these people that Westeros didn't suffer from earthquakes, as it was on a stable tectonic plate. To be more precise, there were earthquakes, but they were so small that they weren't even noticed.
It was this stability that really made it possible for these people to build their homes in the mountains - places that usually no one dared to occupy because of the risk of rockslides.
"Uncle, what can you tell me about the The Eyrie?" asked Aenar, casting a calm glance at his uncle.