Chapter 194 - Conspiracy Against a God (III)
"Victory cries out to the brave, but defeat also cries out to fools." Aenar Targaryen.
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When night came, the gates of Harrenhal opened and an army marched silently through them. Commanding the army was Tywin, wearing the red and gold armor of House Lannister.
Of course, no commander would be in the front line, and as commander, he was at the rear of the army as he watched the light from the enemy camp with a cold, appraising gaze. Even though it was so late at night, he could see the torches moving around the camp.
Apparently, even though he had a huge advantage in the war, Aenar didn't let his guard down and didn't get overconfident to the point of pride. Honestly, sometimes he simply thought that Aenar was a man in the body of a fourteen-year-old child.
There was no young man who remained calm in the face of so many victories, but Aenar remained calm and wasn't proud. Fighting someone like that was stressful to say the least, almost as if your every move was controlled by the other party.
Tywin felt for a moment that he was a puppet and Aenar the puppeteer controlling the strings, and that was extremely annoying.
After arriving relatively close to the enemy camp, an excellent place for the arrows to hit the enemy.
"Archers." Tywin spoke in a normal tone and raised his hand.
The archers drew their arrows and placed them in the bow, aimed at the enemy camp and waited for Tywin's orders.
"Fire." Tywin spoke and lowered his hand.