Chapter 87 - Leda, The Blade of Aenar (II)

"Should I do like my grandmother and jump on his bed?" Margaery Tyrell, thinking about how to seduce Aenar. There was a wicked smile on her lips.

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"How are you feeling, my dear cousin?" Aenar asked with a curious tone.

Leda, who was still naked and covered in blood in front of Aenar, looked down at her hands and felt limitless power coursing through her veins. It was an electrifying feeling, and with a thought, her hand began to emit small, thin gray rays.

(If you don't understand the reference, you're not a man of culture.)

Leda's eyes widened at the sight of the rays dancing between her fingers, she still couldn't believe that she was controlling power that only the gods could possess.

"It won't be very powerful at the moment, but it will become a real weapon in your hands in the future. For now it only serves to impress people." Aenar commented with an amused tone, watching Leda play with the rays like a curious child.

Leda woke up to hear Aenar's words and quickly knelt down in front of him again.

"Thank you, Your Grace. I will be your blade until the end of my days, I will protect you with all my body, mind and soul." Her gray eyes looked straight into his purple eyes. There were no feelings she could express other than her devotion and loyalty as much as possible.

"I'm glad, because I'm going to abuse that oath, Leda." Aenar spoke not flowery words, but the plain truth. He really would need Leda's services until her last moment.

Leda showed no reaction other than a touch of happiness. For a sword, there was nothing happier than being used to kill her king's enemies.

"In addition to lightning control, you will gradually grow over time, easily reaching 250 cm in height." Aenar spoke, looking at Leda's shocked expression after hearing his words.

(250 CM = 8'2)

He himself would be over 350 cm tall in the future, now he was only about 185 cm tall.

(350 CM = 11'4)

(I don't know the US metric system, and since I don't trust the answers of an AI, I calculated it myself, but I don't think it's right. Correct me if I'm wrong.)

Leda looked at Dawn in her hand and thought she would have to redo the sword, after all, her sword, although wide, was nowhere near long enough to be wielded by someone so tall. The shock of knowing it would grow so large was greater than the shock of controlling lightning, the power of the gods.

"Don't let the handmaidens see you covered in blood, I don't want rumors that I'm a sick man who likes blood." Aenar said, ready to bathe. A bath that was already waiting for him after a long journey.

 Leda nodded and followed Aenar to bathe. Although she didn't mind Aenar's blood covering her, she didn't want her king to be slandered by fakes after seeing her covered in blood.

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The next day, in the Castle Gardens of House Tyrell.

Aenar was dressed in an opulent red suit, a purple cloak over his left shoulder, falling elegantly over his chest. The choice of dress was majestic, fit for a king.

If there was one thing he could admit, it was that Joffrey Baratheon had been human garbage in every respect. But when it came to style... even Aenar had to acknowledge that the boy dressed exquisitely. So much so that he had chosen this style of clothing that Mace had given him earlier.

Looking at Leda, Aenar saw that she was wearing the standard armor of the Kingsguard, the armor and cloaks of a shade of white. Others couldn't tell, but Leda had grown about three centimeters in a single night.

Turning to look at Caraxes, Aenar could see that his brother was in a bad mood, which was understandable given that there were many eyes staring at him full of fear and admiration. They were all gardeners and servants who were watching the huge dragon with mixed emotions.

If Caraxes hadn't had a calmer temperament when it came to anything that didn't involve war or his knight, the dragon would have attacked these people a long time ago.

Suddenly, Aenar heard footsteps walking towards him and soon heard a sweet, gentle voice.

"Good morning, Your Grace."

Turning around, Aenar saw Margaery wearing a black dress, which matched his own clothes perfectly. A blind man could see that Margaery was dressing that way on purpose. But Aenar liked this subtle game of seduction. The girl was ambitious, too ambitious, but nothing he couldn't control.

He would control Humanity, if he couldn't control a woman, he might as well kill himself and let the Omniscient and Omnipotent God choose someone else instead.

"You look beautiful, Lady Margaery." If Margaery wanted to play this game, Aenar would too.

The smile on Margaery's face grew as she listened to Aenar. She looked at the handsome king before her and couldn't help imagining herself being crowned in the Sept of Baelor alongside him.

After appreciating the beautiful sight that was Aenar, Margaery turned her focus to Caraxes, she admired the huge creature with a mixture of ambition and admiration. Her gaze wandered between Caraxes and Aenar, then she said with an innocent smile. "He's so majestic and big."

Aenar's lips twitched at Margaery's possible insinuation, the girl really wasn't playing at this game of seduction.

Even Leda couldn't help but roll her eyes. The young Lady of High Garden was practically wanting to throw herself into her king's bed, but she still didn't like this girl.

Leda preferred Princess Daenerys and Princess Visenya. Both were women who really cared about her king, not this ambitious girl who only wanted the power that would come with marrying Aenar. But as a vassal and a sword, she only cared about what Aenar wanted and desired.

"Does Your Grace plan to stay long in High Garden? We can go and relax by sailing on the Mander, my private ship is ready to leave at a moment's notice." Margaery stopped looking at Caraxes and spoke, looking at Aenar with a pleading, innocent look.

She probably thought that there wouldn't be a single man in the world who could resist her gaze, but unfortunately for Margaery, she met such a man today.

"I beg your pardon, Lady Margaery." Aenar showed an expression of regret and continued speaking. "I have urgent business with my Uncle Eddard." How could Aenar waste time relaxing while an army of Wildlings was gathering at the Wall at this very moment?

Especially with Mance holding the Horn of Winter, an artifact that could bring down the Wall at any moment.

Aenar had to get to the North as quickly as possible to warn his uncle about the Savage Army and notify all the Noble Houses in the North. At the same time, he had to destroy House Bolton, the evil seed he had planted years ago had finally blossomed and he had to reap the fruits of his conspiracy.

There were too many things to do and too little time, he couldn't relax with Margaery.

Margaery had a regretful look on her face, but having learned the art of seduction from her grandmother, she didn't act like a spoiled girl, but like an obedient wife.

"Have a safe journey, Your Grace."

Aenar smiled at her words, he approached her and got dangerously close to the face of the young Lady of House Tyrell.

Gently holding her neck with one hand, he whispered in an amused tone. "I like this game of seduction between you and me."

Margaery felt a shiver run through her body at his words. A feeling of weakness almost made her fall to the ground, the hand that gently held her neck didn't make her afraid, but it did give her a feeling of excitement.

"I will enjoy playing with you, Margaery of House Tyrell, but be careful when playing with fire, people often get burned by fire." Aenar spoke in a gentle tone as he let go of her neck.

Margaery didn't know how she stood, but she smiled elegantly and replied with an innocent tone, as if she didn't understand what Aenar was saying. "High Garden will always have its gates open to Your Grace."

"The gates of High Garden or the doors of your rooms?" Aenar asked with a curious tone.

"Both." Margaery replied with a sweet smile.

Aenar just laughed and walked away.

Leaving the young woman to watch his back with a stare that was a little frightening for those watching the scene from the outside.

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