paranoianovel Chapter 132 - The Battle of Haigh Castle (VI)
Chapter 132 - The Battle of Haigh Castle (VI)
Chapter 132 - 132 - The Battle of Haigh Castle (VI)"The smell of war is pleasant, especially when you know you're going to win."
- Queen Visenya II Targaryen.
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Visenya felt someone beside her and turned around. She saw Rhaenys, who was wearing armor identical to hers, as black as her hair. However, what caught her eye was the sword in her niece's hand.
As far as she could remember, Aenar had given Dark Sister to Rhaenys and, seeing the blade cutting through armor like it was nothing, Visenya couldn't help feeling a little jealous. This was no ordinary sword, but the weapon wielded by great men and women.
She had also wanted a Valyrian steel sword, but even with all the power of the Red Faith, her
With a dragon, Dark Sister in hand and having taken part in a war, Rhaenys finally felt she could make her ancestors proud.
A squad of the Red Legion followed them, ensuring their safety. The looks on the soldiers' faces, however, were pure admiration. They had personally seen these two women killing men with such ease that they couldn't help but feel respect for them.
Upon entering the camp, Rhaenys saw bodies piled in small heaps and blood darkening the ground. The ferrous smell was so intense that it made her wonder if her uncle, Oberyn, was really prepared for what would happen when they faced the Lannisters.
Her eyes soon found his figure. Oberyn was bathed in blood; his yellow armor had turned a crimson hue. Around him, the Red Legion and the Sardaukar were dragging out the bodies of the dead and adding them to the piles of corpses that had already formed.
But Rhaenys noticed that the dead of the Red Legion and the Sardaukar, of whom there were not many, were positioned respectfully on the ground, a clear difference in the treatment of the deceased.
"Niece, you seem to have enjoyed yourself." Noticing the arrival of Visenya and Rhaenys, Oberyn greeted the queen with a nod and greeted Rhaenys warmly.
"You too, Uncle," she replied in an amused tone. They both laughed.
Noticing the difference in greeting, Visenya didn't mind. It was perfectly normal for Oberyn to side with Rhaenys, after all, he had raised and educated her for many years.
Leaving the two of them talking, Visenya turned her gaze to the main tent and knew that Aenar was inside. She put her sword back in its sheath and headed for the entrance.
As she entered, the first thing her sensed was the strong smell of blood and the bodies of almost ten men scattered on the ground. From the coats of arms on their clothes, she recognized that they were lords and sons of Walder Frey.
However, her gaze soon settled on her husband, who was drinking wine with a casual, lazy air. She couldn't help rolling her eyes at the sight of him so relaxed. While she was exhausted from the battle, Aenar was there, carefree, sipping wine.
Moving closer, Visenya sat on his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck, looking him straight in the eye.
"The war is over, husband." She whispered with a warm, passionate gaze.
"Thank you for your hard work." Aenar replied before stealing a kiss from his wife's lips.
He didn't mind the blood on his face or the ferrous taste of the red liquid of the people his sword had killed.
Visenya didn't mind either and gave in to the kiss. She found the situation extremely exciting and couldn't wait to get married and spend the whole night fucking her lover.
Leda, Willam and Tyrion, who were in the tent, just looked on and ignored the intimacy between the king and queen.
After about two minutes, Visenya moved away to catch her breath, gradually calming down.
"I love you," she said in a gentle tone. If you ignored the blood on her face and armor, you might think she was just a sweet, harmless queen.
"Me too, my dear queen." Aenar replied with a laugh, kissing her cheek softly and drawing a giggle from her.
Shortly afterwards, Oberyn and Rhaenys entered the tent.
Oberyn wasn't bothered by the king's intimacy; in Dorne, things were much hotter than just a kiss in public. However, Rhaenys didn't seem at all happy to see Visenya on Aenar's lap, especially when she heard the gentle exchange of sweet whispers between the two.
"Your Grace." said Oberyn, stepping forward to report. "The battle was won successfully and we suffered few casualties while the enemy lost many lives."
"Four thousand were killed, and the rest surrendered." he continued, with a big smile on his face.
How could he not be happy? His strategy had not only been a success, but a true military masterpiece, worthy of being written about in books as an example for future generations.
"Well done." Aenar replied with a satisfied expression.
The blood of four thousand people would be enough to turn a few hundred Sardaukar into super soldiers. Although this couldn't be public knowledge at the moment, he could already imagine how the people would talk about this victory.
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