Chapter 224 - 225 - The Burning of Oldtown (I)
"My blood angel, the most honorable and trustworthy Primarch." Aenar Targaryen’s thoughts about Sanguinius.
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Aenar was in his room, sitting in a chair with his eyes closed. Suddenly, he opened his eyes, revealing purple eyes. He lowered his gaze and saw a ten-year-old boy standing before him.
With golden hair and red eyes, he looked like a doll, so perfect was he, the most striking feature being the two small angelic wings on his back.
"My emperor-god." The boy knelt down and greeted Aenar with a big smile on his lips.
"Sanguinius." Aenar pronounced the boy’s name with a smile on his face.
Son of Mance Rayder and Della, Sanguinius.
"You’ve grown faster than expected." Aenar commented on the boy’s growth rate, who looked to be ten years old, even though he was barely two.
Sanguinius showed a calm and slightly proud expression. "Father’s blood is powerful," said the boy with a bright and charismatic smile.
The Father Sanguinius was talking about was Aenar himself, not Mance. After all, all Primarchs have his blood in their veins, so Aenar didn’t think it was wrong for Sanguinius to call him Father.
Looking at the boy who had simply inherited so much from him, Aenar smiled and caressed the boy’s head affectionately. "What are you doing here, brat?"