"Only when a man becomes a father is he finally complete. Perhaps there's some truth to that phrase." Aenar's thoughts, looking at his daughter.
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Alysanne looked at the dark, damp caves with a curious expression. The underground of the Red Keep was a forbidden area that no one but the most trusted knew about. She herself only knew the way because she had her mother's memory.
As she walked through the caves, Alysanne could feel eyes falling upon her, but these gazes quickly disappeared when they saw her identity. The princess knew that they were the Sardaukar hidden in the shadows, protecting her father.
Alysanne walked for an unknown amount of time before stopping in front of gigantic stone doors. Looking at her thin, delicate arms and then at the gigantic stone doors, the princess showed a disappointed expression.
She obviously didn't have the strength to open the stone gates of the Chamber of Secrets. This greatly discouraged her; her whole plan was a complete success, but she was unexpectedly stopped by two stupid doors.
"Should I call Sigismund?" Alysanne asked herself. Of all the Primarchs, she had the most contact with the Primarch of the Sardaukar Legion. Provided she asked, the Primarch would accept her orders.
As Alysanne was deep in thought, the sound of the stone gates opening surprised her. Raising her head, she saw an incredibly tall woman wearing beautiful polished white armor.
How tall? Alysanne estimated she was taller than her mother, who was already considered very tall.
Looking at her pale blonde hair and gray eyes, Alysanne knew who it was. The woman who always accompanied her father; even her mother didn't spend as much time with her father as the woman in front of her.
This made Alysanne jealous; she had to create plans to see her father while the other party simply achieved her goal whenever she wanted. This was very unfair in her eyes.
"Princess, the Emperor wishes to see you." Looking at the small girl of almost three years old, Leda's gray eyes softened. The girl was the Emperor's heir, a very important piece in the great machinery that made up the universe.
Alysanne's jealousy disappeared the moment she heard Leda's words; a big, innocent, happy smile appeared on the child's face. She quickly entered the Chamber of Secrets and saw a large hall supported by massive stone pillars.
But Alysanne's gaze was entirely focused on the figure sitting on what looked like a throne made of ruby; the throne shone brighter than the sun itself, tinging the entire Chamber of Secrets with a pale red hue.
It was the God of the Targaryen Dynasty that the entire continent prayed to day and night.
The God-Emperor of Mankind.
But to Alysanne, he was simply her father!
Aenar opened his eyes after months of being closed; his gaze was much calmer than before. There was a powerful, invincible, and sacred aura around him; this aura was enough to suffocate any normal person.
Aenar's purple eyes fell on the small figure approaching quickly. She was a girl with silver hair and purple eyes; she looked as adorable and perfect as a doll made by divine hands.
A smile appeared on Aenar's lips; even the calm mood he had cultivated for years was destroyed in an instant. After all, it was his daughter, his continuation of flesh, blood, and mind.
"Daddy!!!" After climbing the steps, Alysanne exclaimed before throwing herself onto Aenar with a big smile.
Aenar picked the girl up in his arms and kissed her cheeks with an affectionate look. "Didn't I tell Visenya that you couldn't come visit me, little princess?" He said with a seemingly reproving tone, but anyone could see that there was no anger in his voice.
His warning was not without reason; he didn't want Alysanne to come into contact with Warp energy, even if it was energy he had purified. However, it seemed his warnings weren't severe enough for his daughter.
"I came secretly!" Showing a proud look, Alysanne looked at her father, then hugged him tightly, as if fearing he would disappear at any moment.
"I wanted to see Daddy, you never played with me..." She whispered in a low, mournful tone. She had never seen Aenar in the flesh, she didn't want him to disappear at that moment.
Aenar's gaze softened. He truly was a terrible father, as this was the first time he had held Alysanne in person. He had never played with her, had not fed her, or even changed any of the girl's diapers.
If that wasn't the definition of a terrible father, Aenar didn't know what was.
However, every time he woke up, his astral body was watching Alysanne, seeing her take her first steps, say her first word, and give her first hug. He was there every time, he just didn't speak to her, as he didn't want his first meeting with his daughter to be through an astral body.
"Forgive me, my little star." Aenar said with an apologetic tone. He stroked his daughter's hair and said with a tired sigh. "I truly am a terrible father."
"Mommy said Daddy is saving the world from big bad guys, I'm happy to hug, talk, and feel Daddy's caresses." Alysanne quickly shook her head and spoke in a hurried tone. Although her father had never seen her once since she was born, she could feel his presence beside her at all times.
However, the more understanding Alysanne was, the more Aenar felt he had failed as a father. He hated the Evil Gods of Essos even more. If it weren't for these parasites, he would be with his family and not in this Chamber of Secrets serving as a battery for the hundreds of Artificial Suns scattered throughout the Continent of Westeros.
Sighing, Aenar looked at his daughter. The girl was much larger than a three-year-old should be; anyone could mistake Alysanne for eight or ten years old.
But this was normal; she was the daughter of Aenar and Visenya, both extraordinary beings. She was already born at the top of the planet and the universe just by being his daughter.
"What do you want to play?" Aenar asked with amusement, feeling the humanity within him grow more and more. His family was truly an anchor for his feelings.
Alysanne's eyes lit up at Aenar's words. "I am Aemon, Dragonknight!"
Aenar laughed, knowing his daughter wanted to reenact a legendary knight fight. "I am Ryam Redwyne." He said with an amused tone as he rose from the Ruby Throne for the first time in three years.
The spears detached from his back, but Alysanne didn't see or even notice. She was too happy to notice anything at that moment. Something Aenar deeply appreciated.
Using magic to heal his wounds, which closed in an instant, Aenar descended the steps while holding his daughter in a position worthy of a princess. Leda looked at the Emperor with concern, but seeing the genuine smile on his lips, she remained silent.
She watched Aenar play with his daughter amidst the girl's proud laughter, who had landed a blow on the emperor. The weapons were the fabric of the cape on the emperor's shoulder. The fabric became as hard as wood and molded into the shape of a sword.
"It seems Barristan taught you well." Aenar commented with an amused tone, feeling Alysanne's fabric sword hit his thigh, the maximum height the girl could reach.
After all, Aenar was about three meters tall; he was a true giant, Alysanne reached at most a little below his thighs.
"Yes, Barristan said I was the most powerful apprentice he had ever taught in his life!" Alysanne looked at her father with pride and eagerly awaited Aenar's praise.
"That's amazing, you will be as powerful as Visenya, the Warrior Queen." Aenar spared no praise for his daughter; he stroked her hair with a big smile on his face.
Alysanne felt her cheeks turn red from how happy she was at that moment. Everyone praised her, but her father's praise was completely different. She felt euphoria at being recognized by the God that everyone in Westeros prayed to day and night.
She finally felt worthy of being her father's daughter; how could this not make her euphoric? Alysanne let out a silly, childish laugh as she looked at her father with clear dependence.
"Every time you go to sleep, I will see you." Aenar knelt and looked directly into his daughter's eyes. He promised with a solemn and sacred tone.
Alysanne's eyes lit up at Aenar's words; she showed such a big smile and hugged Aenar, wrapping her small arms around his neck while kissing his face repeatedly.
"If you don't keep your promise, I'll punch you." Stopping kissing Aenar, she clenched her small fist and threatened her father with a fierce tone, or that's what she planned, because in Aenar's eyes, there was nothing more adorable.
"Yes, I would never risk suffering a blow from the mighty Princess Alysanne." Aenar pretended to be scared and spoke in a hurried tone, seemingly afraid of Alysanne.
The girl looked at Aenar with a satisfied look and lowered her fist.
"Let's play more!" She said, getting out of Aenar's arms.
Aenar looked at the Ruby Throne and estimated he had about two hours free. He looked at his daughter and spoke with an arrogant tone.
"Finally a worthy opponent, our fight will be legendary!"
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