Game Of Thrones: The God-Emperor of Planetos

"Can we change destiny with our choices? Perhaps, but that answer can only be answered by My God." Reverend Mother, Kinvara of the Great Red Temple of Volatins.

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Volantis, the First Daughter. It was the most populous and proud city of the Nine Free Cities. It used to be a fortress belonging to the now-destroyed Freehold Valyrian. Now it was nothing more than a wealthy port city ruled by nobles of Freehold Valyrian descent, however, all that changed four years ago.

Now Volantis was ruled by the Red Faith, led by the Reverend Mother, Kinvara.

Dany looked at the city of Volantis and couldn't help but notice how different it was from the others she had lived in. The first thing was the city's tall towers, red and burning with a seemingly unquenchable fire. Whether it was wind or rain, the flame never went out, or at least that's what she heard on the way to Volantis.

Another thing she noticed was the climate, humid and hot, the air seemed heavy with a slightly suffocating atmosphere. The smell wasn't the most pleasant either, reeking of sweat and elephant dung. There was a sweet, dead smell behind it, which she didn't try to guess what it was.

Daenerys felt she had to change her clothes as soon as possible, or she would simply faint from the heat. Taking off her silk hood, she let down her long hair and sighed with relief. She felt less suffocated in her clothes, although she still felt dirty from sweating.

"Do we have to live in this place?" Dany asked, looking at her mother, who was gazing at the city with a seemingly calm and strong gaze.

"Yes, dear. This town will be our new home, at least for a while." Rhaella replied, noticing that the carriage was getting closer and closer to an entrance checkpoint guarded by guards in red armor. Armor that reminded her of Westeros style, which was surprising given that they were in Essos.

"I don't know how they can stand being in that armor in such intense sunshine." Visenya asked herself with a curious look.

"Probably magic, Vy. I read that the Priests of the Red Temple weren't afraid of the heat." Daenerys answered her sister while looking at the same guards with a very curious look.

Visenya nodded and asked no more, remaining silent as the carriage arrived in front of the guards in red armor.

The guard approached, he looked at everyone in the carriage and spoke with a reverent tone towards his God. "May God's blessing protect you, travelers from afar."

She noticed the bastardized version of the High Valyrian of the Guard, something common in all the Nine Free Cities, they all had their bastardized versions. There were really few people who could speak Pure Freehold Valyrian.

"Thank you, may your God protect you." Rhaella returned the words with an equally reverent tone. Was she a believer in the Red God or, as he was now called, the Omnipotent and Omniscient God? The answer was no, but she knew how to lie simply exquisitely.

The guard nodded and spoke. "I'd like you to answer a few questions."

"You may ask, Guardian." Rhaella said without any hesitation.

"Where do you four come from?" he asked.

"Braavos." She replied.

"Any sign of Dothraki on the road to Volantis?"

"Just a few small bands of five to ten men, but no attacks." Rhaella answered all the questions without hesitation or fear. At the same time, she was surprised by the professionalism of the Volantis guards. They were polite, but powerful at the same time.

And seeing the people looking at the guards with respect, it was obvious that they had a lot of prestige among the common people. Something the Golden Cloaks had long since lost in King's Landing.

The guard nodded at her words and didn't seem surprised by the news. "No deity other than the Omnipotent and Omniscient God is allowed inside the city. Such a breach of the law is punishable by beheading."

Rhaella nodded, she didn't believe in any God, not anymore, just her family. House Targaryen has no respect for the laws of men or gods.

With permission to enter the city, the carriage driven by Ser Willem entered the city while Daenerys looked at the streets with curiosity. She saw elephants being ridden by people. They were huge and could easily crush her small body with a single step.

Daenerys wondered how big Balerion was to be able to swallow something like a mammoth. However, she soon put these questions behind her and concentrated on seeing every corner of the city with eyes full of curiosity about everything.

Visenya, seeing her sister acting like that, couldn't help but smile gently. They usually spent days locked up in their rooms studying or training, rarely able to go outside for obvious reasons.

The one time she went out alone, she was almost kidnapped and if it hadn't been for holding a dagger, she might have been sold to some brothel in Braavos as a slave.

As an older sister, she was happy that Daenerys was freer at the moment, they were dragons and dragons flew in the sky in total freedom, not bound by chains. Unfortunately, she didn't know how long they would be chained by fate, unable to fly in the sky.

Across town, in the Great Red Temple of Volantis, Kinvara looked at the information on the paper with a helpless expression. How in Aenar's name could she find three people in the middle of an entire continent?

She was beginning to worry that her delay in completing the mission given to her four years ago had angered her master. He had sent no message ordering her to find the remnants of House Targaryen, but she had always felt that the sooner she found her God's kin, the more at peace she would be.

But after four years of searching, she began to worry that the three women of House Targaryen had died in an unknown place. If it hadn't been for a rumor that someone had seen the three women in Braavos, she really would have believed that the three women had died.

Getting up, Kinvara headed for the fireplace, which was burning voraciously. She wanted to seek an answer in the flames, just as she did hundreds of years ago, when she saw her city and everyone in it go up in flames. And just like that moment, she saw the flames come to life once again.

Three dragons flying over a city she knew very well - Volantis.

Suddenly, the flames changed again, one of the dragons was killed by an arrow!

The two remaining dragons appeared next to the dead dragon, mourning for him.

Kinvara awoke from her vision and her face turned pale.

One of the Targaryens would die if she didn't do something, she was sure she would be severely punished if such a thing happened so close to her, in the Son of Light's own city!

"Call Benerro!" Kinvara spoke towards the door and quick footsteps were heard moving away.

Ten minutes later, the door was opened and an old man entered Kinvara's chambers.

Benerro is a tall, thin man with a gaunt face and skin as white as milk. Tattoos of red flames covered his cheeks, chin and shaved head. He looked quite frightening, which scared the nobles of Volantis, who dared not raise their voices to the High Priest.

Despite Kinvara's ascension, Benerro was the first to support the reforms of four years ago. He was the first man to indoctrinate the faithful with the new Bible. A large part of the Red Faith's achievements can be attributed to this man, who contributed enormously in those four years.

"What do you wish, Reverend Mother?" Benerro's high-pitched voice sounded extremely devout.

"The Lord of Light has sent me a vision of the future. A dragon will die in Volantis and something like this must never happen. The child of light will weep if he hears of the death of his few relatives still alive in the world today." Kinvara got straight to the point, not wanting to delay the rescue of the Son of Light's relatives for even a moment.

Benerro's face finally changed dramatically when he heard her words. A look of fury burned in the man's red eyes. Someone had dared to murder the Son of Light's relatives in his city. He didn't know how to classify such a blasphemous act!

"The Fiery Hand will be mobilized in full force, I want to see which heretic dared to stain our sacred city with the blood of the Son of Light." Benerro spoke, his voice transformed into a terrible chill, despite the heat emanating from his body. Flames shot out from his fingertips, forming griffins of living fire.

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