Chapter 188 - The Conversation Between Two Kings (I)
"A gentle king? No. He's a tyrant of the highest order. Maegor will look like a saint in front of him." Tywin Lannister, Hand of the King and Lord of Casterly Rock.
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In the watchful eyes of all the soldiers on both sides, two thrones were placed opposite each other, the banners of the two Houses fluttering in the wind. No one said anything or even dared to breathe loudly for fear of attracting attention.
Next to the Throne of House Targaryen, there was the enormous head of the dragon Caraxes resting on the ground, the beast had its eyes closed while its rider sat in the chair with his eyes closed. The entire court of House Targaryen was present, from small lords to great lords, such as Eddard of House Stark and Harold of House Arryn.
Aenar, who had been waiting patiently, opened his eyes and looked at the entourage of horses coming from Harrenhal. The flag bearers proudly held the coat of arms of House Baratheon. At the center of the entourage stood a tall man in silver armor.
He was tall, reaching six feet, with black hair and deep blue eyes. As he rode, he held a war hammer. Contrary to what everyone thought, Robert looked fit and nothing like the rumors indicated.
He wasn't a Fat King, but a tall and handsome one, which contrasted sharply with Robert's previous image.
Even from hundreds of meters away, both kings stared at each other with calm, murderous gazes. There was no conspiracy in their gazes, only the purest murderous intent.
They were kings, not conspiring lords, no king who used conspiracies to beat another king was worthy of being called a king. He was just a clown who was never really a king.
Robert Baratheon looked at the extremely tall young man sitting on the throne, he wore black armor with the Targaryen coat of arms on his chest. In his white gold hair could be seen a crown of Valyrian steel set with rubies.
Like Rhaegar, the young man was extremely handsome, inhumanly beautiful, just like his father.