Chapter 162 - War of the Four Kings (IX)
"Let the curtains of fate open, the show is about to begin." Aenar I Targaryen, God Emperor of Planets, looking at the show about to begin.
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Aenar entered the hall stroking his own hair still wet from his bath, he wore a loose, comfortable tunic over his body. His purple eyes were slightly narrowed and a smile was on his lips.
"Sorry for the delay, Lady Anya and Lord Harrold." Aenar commented, seeing all the chairs filled by the lords and ladies, who all seemed to be drinking and eating leisurely.
"Don't worry, Your Grace." Anya didn't show any dissatisfaction, on the contrary, the more Aenar showed himself comfortable in her presence, the more it showed that he trusted her and House Waynwood.
"Harrold, I won't beat about the bush and I'll get straight to the point." Sitting down in the main seat, Aenar spoke in a calm tone. "Robert Arryn is not fit to be Lord of the Vale of Arryn. I plan to appoint you as the new Lord of the Vale and you will take the surname Arryn as your own."
Although he expected those words, when he actually heard them, Harrold no longer suppressed the smile on his face. He stood up and spoke with an extremely respectful tone. "House Arryn will always be loyal to House Targaryen, Your Grace."
Aenar's lips twitched as he heard this; it wasn't just him, everyone looked at the sandy-haired man with surprised eyes. The new Lord of the Vale's shamelessness was admirable, but unlike Brynden's words, no one showed contempt.
That's because House Arryn really did have reason to rebel, as did House Stark, so no one looked at Harrold with contemptuous eyes as they had done with Brynden Tully.
"Kneel." Aenar spoke with a regal tone and Harrold obeyed, kneeling at the king's feet.
"Harrold of House Hardyng, do you swear allegiance to me, your king?" Aenar began.