Game Of Thrones: The God-Emperor of Planetos

"Never underestimate a man full of hate. Hatred brings a strength that turns any human into the most terrifying beast in the world." Varys the Spider, observing the furious face of King Robert I Baratheon.

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Westeros, Land of the Crown - King's Landing.

Seventh moon of the year 294 BC.

Tyrion looked at his adorable nephew and niece with a smile. He still couldn't believe that these sweet children had emerged from the dark and evil hole that was his sister's womb. Their innocent, happy smiles diluted the uncomfortable feeling of contempt in the surrounding gazes.

"What are my lovely prince and princess doing? Perhaps rehearsing the legendary Dragon Knight rescuing the princess from the barbarians of the Vale?" Tyrion asked, causing Myrcella and Tommen to look at him with surprised expressions.

"Uncle!!!" Both children ran and stood around him with expressions full of admiration.

The girl and boy bore such a strong resemblance to Cersei and Jaime that Tyrion sometimes thought they were both Jaime's son and daughter. But that was impossible, right? The consequences of such thoughts were not simply something trivial, but a real crisis and a possible war capable of devastating the continent once again.

"Uncle, I'm bigger than you!" Myrcella said with a cute, graceful laugh, using her hand to measure the height between her and Tyrion.

If this joke had been made by anyone else, Tyrion would have thought it was an insult directed at him, but not coming from his innocent and sweet niece.

"That's incredible! Myrcella is getting more and more graceful and beautiful with time." He spoke with a quizzical expression, drawing laughter from the two children.

However, Myrcella's next question made his smile stiffen for a moment.

"Uncle, am I pretty enough for Prince Aenar, riding his dragon Caraxes, to come and ask my father for my hand? He was so heroic saving his family from the barbarians of Essos." She spoke with such an innocent and dreamy expression that she stopped the cruel words from leaving Tyrion's lips.

Proposing? He would find it kind enough if Prince Aenar didn't incinerate them all in seconds. He would certainly do the same if he had a dragon capable of burning tens of thousands of people alive.

"Who wouldn't want a beautiful, sweet princess, dear Myrcella?" Tyrion certainly couldn't say what he was thinking and smiled gently at the girl, who kept a dreamy smile on her lips, as if delighted at the idea of being the wife of someone so important.

Tyrion couldn't help but think of the rumors that had been circulating around Westeros for a month. The existence of Aenar Targaryen was like a powerful punch to the stomachs of the Great Houses. And the blow was even more devastating when the existence of the dragon called Caraxes was revealed.

Obviously, such rumors, at first, were considered just nonsense and madness coming from Essos. However, as more ships arrived from the continent carrying the same story, the rumor ceased to be just a rumor. Within a month, it became a fact that everyone had to accept with a bitter taste, especially the Great Houses that had taken part in the rebellion twelve years ago.

Tyrion saw countless houses moving into the shadows with the news and had no doubt that the pretender to the Iron Throne from across the sea had many supporters in Westeros. Honestly, he didn't blame these noble houses; Robert I Baratheon's reign had been mediocre to say the least.

Worst of all, the Targaryen prince, in addition to owning a full-grown dragon, commanded an army of almost forty thousand men. Add that to the fleet in Volantis and the internal problems of the Seven Kingdoms, and it was clear that they had a big problem on their hands.

Tyrion said goodbye to his niece and nephew as he listened to them talk, innocently excited, about the dragon that could cover a city like Volantis with the shadow of its wings.

The little lion of House Lannister was neither as optimistic nor as innocent as his nephews. He knew very well what was coming: Blood and Fire. Their blood and the fire of House Targaryen.

Tyrion walked to the Small Council Chamber. He ignored the Kingsguard and opened the doors, surprised by the sight before him. His father, Tywin Lannister, Cersei Lannister, Jon Arryn, Renly Baratheon, Stannis Baratheon, Varys, Littlefinger and several others were present. The atmosphere was stifling, to say the least.

It was the first time Tyrion had seen his father with such an expression: serious, dignified and full of a majesty that made him stand out more than Robert I Baratheon himself, who filled the seat with his huge, fat body.

All eyes turned to Tyrion for a moment, but soon focused back on Varys.

"Your information, eunuch." Robert asked. His voice was calm, but it hid a fury that everyone noticed, and no one dared to comment on.

"Aenar Targaryen, First of His Name, Knight of Caraxes, King of the Andals, the Roinars and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm, Father of Dragons, Son of the Light of Volantis, The King Who Was Promised."

The long list of titles came out of the eunuch's fat lips, making everyone serious.

Apart from the obvious ones, related to the Iron Throne, the rest was what really worried everyone.

Varys continued to keep the same smile on his lips and the enigmatic look in his eyes.

"The size of the crimson dragon called Caraxes is immense, unmistakably an adult and powerful dragon in its prime. According to the spies, when the dragon flies above Volantis, the sky darkens under the shadow of its wings. Its fire is as red as blood and capable of melting rock into lava."

The tense atmosphere was abruptly broken by a female voice echoing in the hall:

"It's just a dragon. We have the armies of the Seven Kingdoms, two hundred thousand men."

Tyrion was speechless at the level of intelligence demonstrated by his sister's words. Although he knew that intelligence had never been her strong point, this level of stupidity was truly impressive. Even a blind man could see that they were completely dead if Prince Targaryen decided to mount his dragon and reduce the Red Keep to ashes.

Slap sound!

A loud, sharp slap echoed through the Small Council Chamber.

"Shut up, woman. Nobody asked you anything."

Robert's voice was terribly cold and slightly frightening. His deep blue eyes seemed to blaze with an uncommon fury.

Tyrion admitted to himself: he had enjoyed seeing Cersei slapped. The expression of shock and indignation on his sister's face was simply spectacular. In another, more appropriate moment, he would even have paid for a prostitute and a jug of wine for Robert as thanks.

Tywin, under normal circumstances, would have been angered by such an act. But in this case, he thought it was a good slap. He still found it hard to believe that something so stupid had come out of his own balls and his beloved wife's womb. House Lannister had an army of fifty thousand men, comparable in numbers to the Dothraki, but even so, the nomadic warriors hadn't lasted more than fifteen minutes against a dragon.

He really wanted to understand how his daughter could consider "mere" a monster capable of incinerating an entire army equivalent to House Lannister in a matter of minutes.

Seeing that her father did absolutely nothing while she was humiliated in front of the entire court, Cersei suppressed the resentment and hatred inside her, pulling herself together with a beautiful smile on her lips. But her hands clenched in her lap made it clear that she was trying her best not to say anything rash.

"In answer to the queen, it's no mere dragon," Varys said in a respectful tone, but his words only made the atmosphere even heavier. "It's a full-grown dragon that burned more than forty thousand men and horses alive in less than fifteen minutes."

What was the concept of burning forty thousand people in less than fifteen minutes? If they followed that logic, an army of a hundred thousand men would be completely destroyed in half an hour. And that was absolutely terrifying.

Robert, however, didn't seem to have heard any of this. He looked at the Eunuch and asked:

"Who are his parents?"

Varys held the king's gaze, restraining himself as much as possible, and then answered, bowing slightly.

"According to himself, Prince of Dragonstone, Rhaegar of Targaryen and Lady Lyanna of House Stark."

Crash!!!

The chair Robert was sitting on flew against the wall, thrown by the king himself, in front of everyone's astonished gazes. No one had ever imagined that he could still be so strong and surprisingly fast.

"THE FRUIT OF A RAPE!!!"

Robert's roar echoed through the Small Council Chamber.

"I'LL KILL HIM LIKE I KILLED HIS BLOODY FATHER!!!"

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