"How many have died for victory? How many have sacrificed their lives in search of glory? How many die for gold and sex? Satisfying one's own desires only leads to death, but for some unknown reason, humanity still follows this path. Maybe it's like the Chaos Gods said, all beings in the universe just follow their instincts and nature." God Emperor of Humanity.
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As soon as Aenar entered the main tent, he saw that everyone but Oberyn was present in the tent. Looking at the food being served, it seemed that many of them had already been there when the attack began, probably chatting and getting along.
Aenar entered and sat down on the main seat while nodding to everyone who stood up and greeted him respectfully. The king was normal and not at all in a hurry to sort things out for the counter-attack.
One of the reasons Aenar didn't rush to the front line was because Titus and Sigismund were in command of the troops and they could easily withstand Tywin's attack.
"I didn't expect Tywin to attack at night." Tyrion commented with a helpless tone. Although many tactics involved attacking the night, everyone knew that it wasn't so easy to attack the night. The darkness not only frightened the soldiers themselves, it was an obstacle to attacking the enemy army.
"Fortunately, the scouts were on watch and rang the bells the moment they realized something was wrong." Raymun Darry replied with a relieved tone. Being attacked at night was a terrible thing, especially because of the chaos it could cause.
"But it shows that Lady Kinvara's attack had the effect the king wanted." When Tyrion mentioned Kinvara, his tone showed a touch of respect, fear and admiration. A look that everyone around shared.
Although they respected Kinvara, they feared her even more. There was no way not to feel afraid in front of a person who could kill you with the wave of a hand. The stress of just being near Kinvara was enough for everyone to keep their distance from the Reverend Mother.
"They're looking for a victory, even if it's a small one." Tyrion commented with a smile forming on his face. "Your Grace, I have a proposition."
"Speak." Aenar replied, his eyes falling on the Hand of the King, showing curiosity about his supposed proposal.
"Since Tywin wants a victory to boost the army's morale, why don't we give it to him and force him to fight?" Tyrion replied with a mischievous smile on his lips.
Aenar showed an interested expression at Tyrion's proposal. Although there was a chance that Tywin would retreat back to the wall after this little battle, the chances of him launching an attack were greater and more likely.
"Pass the orders to Titus and Sigismund." Aenar spoke calmly. Aenar spoke calmly. "Kill many enemy soldiers and then retreat, giving the impression that we were forced to retreat in the face of the surprise attack."
"Yes, Your Grace." Tyrion replied in a respectful tone and just as he was about to leave the tent to inform Titus and Sigismund, he stopped and smelled the aroma of wine.
If it had been in other armies, perhaps the aroma of wine would have been normal, but in the army of House Targaryen, drinking wine during war was strictly forbidden, especially by the commanders. Aenar could drink because he couldn't get drunk, but no other soldier or commander was allowed to drink alcohol.
Titus and Sigismund could also drink, but both didn't like wine and preferred to drink water instead of wine.
One person entered the main tent, Prince of Dorne - Oberyn Martell.
Aenar's purple eyes fell on the visibly drunk man with a calm gaze. "I see you were having a good time, My Master of Laws."
Aenar spoke calmly, he wouldn't be a hypocrite to criticize Oberyn for having sex, but drinking was something he couldn't ignore, especially the man being one of the commanders.
"I beg your pardon, Your Grace." Oberyn, although drunk, could still think clearly and knew the laws that governed the army. "My wife told me she was pregnant and I drank to celebrate the beautiful news."
Aenar looked at the man for a moment, then looked away, ignoring the Prince of Dorne, but the king's calm voice reached the member of House Martell. "If you dare break the laws of the army one more time, you will no longer be my Master of the Laws."
All the sympathy that everyone felt for Oberyn immediately disappeared with the news that Oberyn might no longer be Master of the Laws. At that moment, everyone wanted there to be more women who were pregnant with Oberyn so that the man would really leave his position at Court.
Seeing the hypocritical and kind smiles of the Lords present, Oberyn silently mocked these damn hypocrites. One moment they were sympathetic to his situation, but in an instant, faced with the possibility of being appointed Master of the Laws, these men turned into hyenas trying to devour his body.
That was the cruelty of politics. These men could even deliver prostitutes and wine to his room and then report back to the king.
At the same time, Oberyn knew that these words were a warning from the king to him. He wouldn't allow any mistakes during important moments. Even if it was him, who had followed the king for a long time, he was not exempt from this rule.
Knowing this, Oberyn showed a helpless look, a happy piece of news turned into an unfortunate incident. However, knowing that he would be a father again, he felt it was worth breaking the rules a little to celebrate his new daughter.
Yes, Oberyn had no doubt that the child being nurtured in his wife's womb would once again be a girl. He already had eight daughters, having a ninth was only natural in his eyes. He had long since given up on having a male child.
Tyrion let out a sigh at everyone's slightly tense and greedy atmosphere. Looking at his friend, the Hand of the King promised himself not to indulge in pleasure while on duty or he could end up worse off than Oberyn.
Although wine and whores were nice, having political power was much better than any pussy. Besides, he didn't have a niece who slept with the king, as Oberyn did. Arianne's relationship with Aenar could be considered an open secret in the army, no one was blind and everyone could see that the Princess of Dorne spent some nights in the king's tent.
As for what happened inside the tent, everyone was a man and knew exactly what was going on.
Poor Tyrion didn't know that his sweet niece was already heading for Aenar's cruel clutches, but even if he did, the dwarf would probably thank the gods if such a thing happened. If Myrcella became Aenar's mistress, just like Arianne, his voice at court would be greatly increased.
As a man, Tyrion knew only too well the effect a woman could have on a man. And even though he was something of a god, Aenar was still a man with desires.
Unfortunately, Tyrion still didn't know his fate and certainly couldn't see the future, but he would find out years later.
Outside the camp, Titus and Sigismund commanded the Red Legion. The chaos that was brewing quickly calmed down with the arrival of the two men. The soldiers regained their composure and went into formation according to the two Primarchs' orders.
The advantage of having a disciplined and obedient army was apparent in these moments. Within minutes, the whole camp had calmed down from the previous chaos.
"You've trained the soldiers well, brother." Titus said with a touch of envy. He discovered that he didn't have much talent for commanding; in comparison, his brother had a lot of talent in this area.
Titus' talent really lay in one-on-one fighting and, although his ability still allowed him to command troops, compared to Sigismund who could control the entire army like the extension of his arm, his level of command was normal.
"If you focused more on officer studies and not just on the sword and powers, you could be as good as me." Sigismund spoke in a stern voice, not at all like a nineteen-year-old. He was bald and his face was resolute, his mature expression making him seem much more mature than the youth on his face.
"Don't overestimate me, brother." Titus spoke with an equally serious tone. "I can control a squadron with ease, but commanding such a large army is impossible."
"Besides, you know I'd rather fight on the front line than in the rear." Titus said, looking at the sword firmly held in his fist.
"They're coming, get ready to follow the king's orders." Sigismund spoke as he drew his sword.
"Kill as many as you can and retreat." He spoke with a cold, murderous tone.
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