Chapter 174 - The Reconquest of Eyrie (III)
"That dagger would be the end and the beginning of a new era, under that blade, the first of many gods died." Aenar I Targaryen, looking at the Valyrian steel dagger.
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Looking at the woman holding only a pair of scorched feet, Aenar fell silent. He looked helplessly at Caraxes, who still seemed angry about the previous events. He really hadn't expected things to turn out like this. It was almost as if he was personally watching a Mexican soap opera.
However, if you were to ask whether Aenar was saddened by Robert Arryn's death, the answer would be a redundant no. Harold would kill the boy any way he could.
Harold would have killed the boy anyway in the future, so Aenar wasn't sad or angry about the death of the King of the Mountains and the Valley. The death of such an insignificant person was totally irrelevant to the future. However, Caraxes killing the young King of the Mountains and Valley was something more complicated.
The Noble Houses of the Valley would see it as an indirect threat to them. Even if it was just an accident, no one would believe it. In everyone's eyes, Caraxes was controlled by Aenar, animals had no intelligence, even if those animals were dragons.
Letting out a helpless sigh, Aenar approached Lysa and spoke with a genuine tone of apology. After all, he wasn't cold enough to mock a mother who had just lost a child.
"Lady Lysa, I beg your pardon and I'm sorry for your loss-" Just as Aenar was about to finish his words of condolence, the red-haired woman became completely enraged. She drew a dagger from her waist and advanced towards Aenar.
There was a crazed look on the face of the Regent of the Valley of Arryn. The only thing in her life had died, she just wanted to kill her son's murderer.
"DIE!!!"
"DIE!!!"