"Ten years is a long time for mortals, but for gods, that time couldn't even be considered a short afternoon nap." Visenya II Targaryen, the Queen of Space of the Imperium of Humanity.

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310 AC. Imperial Capital – King's Landing.

If King's Landing was once considered merely a second-rate city with a population of five hundred thousand, at this moment, the city was a true royal capital. The number of inhabitants reached over one and a half million. The city had been expanding over the past ten years and was still expanding further.

What was most impressive was the gigantic castle occupying the entire Aegon's Hill. It was as if every brick was bleeding, staining them a deep and slightly dark shade of red. Ten impressive towers rose like spears piercing the sky.

Churches could be seen in many places in the capital, true temples that worshipped the God-Emperor of Humanity. The entire Imperial Capital possessed a religious aura that made you feel the magnificence of the gods.

There were no crimes, and those who dared to commit any act against the sacred laws turned into skeletons in the Sardaukar pit. No one dared to blaspheme the city where the gods lived.

At this moment, in the Red Keep. Thirteen-year-old Alysanne was behind a desk, handling simple state affairs. The girl analyzed the documents with a serious expression, like a small adult.

Alysanne at thirteen was definitely a young woman of great beauty, which she inherited from both her parents, Visenya and Aenar. A rather tight red dress embraced her slender and tall body. Even at thirteen, she had an impressive height of two meters. To any ordinary person, she was a true giant.

Her white hair was tied in an elegant bun while her inhumanly beautiful face showed a slight frown. Her white eyebrows furrowed with a certain disgust seeing the content of the document.

"Mother, I don't want to resolve the complaints of commoners; I want to resolve true state affairs." Throwing the document on her desk, Alysanne said, looking at the incredibly beautiful and tall woman comfortably lying on an extremely soft sofa.

Visenya was about three and a half meters tall; she was a true giant in every sense of the word. She was eating grapes with the help of maids, who barely reached her hip if she stood up.

Visenya's lilac eyes stared at her daughter with an amused look. She accepted another grape from the maid and said lazily. "You are young and don't need to worry about getting involved in politics."

"I don't want to judge a fight between two farmers, especially when one farmer accuses the other of raping his sheep!" Alysanne said with an irritated tone. She would a thousand times rather judge a heinous crime than this disgusting case.

When Visenya heard her daughter's words, she choked on the grape and started laughing, ignoring her image before the maids. "HAHAHAHHAHA~"

Visenya's unscrupulous laughter left Alysanne with clear helplessness stamped on her face. Although it was funny, she really didn't want to judge such a strange and disgusting case.

After stopping laughing, Visenya looked at her daughter with a look full of tenderness and love. She took a grape respectfully offered by the maid and said softly. "There are no crimes in King's Landing, only cases that need judgment of this type of rivalries."

"I, my sister, and niece don't want to deal with such things, so it falls to you, your father's heir." She said with a lazy tone, not caring about her daughter's angry expression, who seemed betrayed hearing her words.

"Look on the bright side, you can familiarize yourself with humans and see how inconsistent they are." Seeing her daughter's expression, Visenya consoled her daughter with a false look of regret.

How could Alysanne not know her mother? The Imperial Princess Heir knew that the queen was lying and simply didn't want to get involved with such disgusting and boring judgments.

Letting out a tired sigh, Alysanne picked up her stamp and simply stamped the document as fit for judgment. In the end, raping a sheep was still a crime of harming another person's property…

"I heard the New Nobles are getting crazier and crazier." Alysanne asked curiously. The rumors of the death of the member of the Old Nobility Faction were too big to be hidden, and the rumors were already circulating throughout the Imperial Capital.

The New Nobility was the faction of new nobles who did not possess fiefs but possessed titles. Titles that gave nobles a seat in the Imperium Parliament, where laws were managed by the Noble Houses.

These nobles were born after the Era of the Black Sun ended. All military personnel who had merits gained titles, even if minor. Although they had no fiefs, they possessed great wealth and created guilds to become even richer.

The Rise of the New Nobility began when the Emperor of Humanity abolished the old nobility titles and took away the nobles' rights to possess large pieces of land, manage, create laws, and build large armies.

Naturally, the Old Nobility did not accept such a thing and wanted to rebel against the Imperium, wanting to proclaim themselves small kingdoms, but such a rebellion ended at the beginning of the week and ended at the end of the week. All involved had their heads cut off, their titles revoked, and their castles became the property of the Imperial Crown.

There was even a Great House that rebelled, House Martell, which proclaimed itself king, but the reign of Doran II Martell lasted three days before the King of the Sun and Desert was imprisoned in his own chambers.

On that day, Princess Arianne Martell ascended as Governor of Dorne and Lady of Sunspear.

At the same time, House Targaryen became the owner of all fiefs in Westeros; even the Seven Great Houses no longer had the right to govern, only to administer the regions, and even then, always accompanied by public officials, known as Seneschals.

After the Old Nobility lost their rights and powers, the New Nobility had the chance to finally ascend, and in mere ten years, the two factions had the same strength, which was incredible.

While the Old Nobility Faction was led by the Seven Great Ducal Houses, the New Nobility Faction was supported by the Houses of Counts and Barons who had great wealth with the Western Guild of Trade and Wealth.

The two factions deeply hated each other. While the Old Nobility Faction despised these new nobles who had great wealth, the New Nobles despised the Old Nobility for being remnants of the past era.

However, for those in command of the Imperium, like the Three Queens and the Emperor, this situation was very good. Both sides fought each other, weakening themselves while Imperial power only grew over time.

This was an old tactic, but it always worked. Because even if those involved knew that this was a conspiracy by the Emperor, they had to accept it, because only then could they have the power they wanted.

"Yes, Count Marlon killed the heir of House Meadows of Gressy Vale in a duel." Visenya naturally knew the reason for the death of Gressy Vale's Heir and said with a tone full of interest. "Elwood Meadows' son deflowered Count Marlon's daughter, Carlota."

Alysanne listened to everything with an interested look; gossip and scandals were always the greatest entertainment among the nobility. When she heard about the reason, she couldn't help but widen her eyes in shock.

Who would have thought that the love between two young people from different factions would end in tragedy? At the same time, she admired the stupidity of Count Marlon's daughter, Carlota.

Obviously, Viscount Elwood's son was from the Old Nobility Faction, but she still dared to do something like that. It was so stupid that the Imperial Princess couldn't believe such a person could exist.

Was love so important that it would make someone betray their own family? Alysanne didn't know and didn't want to know; love was not something she sought. Love was stupid and childish in her eyes; such a thing was not necessary for the future Empress of the Imperium of Humanity.

Seeing her daughter's expression, Visenya knew Alysanne's thoughts. Over time, she understood why her husband chose Alysanne as his heir. The girl was cold and indifferent when making decisions.

At the same time, Alysanne could even condemn a saint for the good of humanity; she only had the interests of her family and humanity itself in her eyes. Anything else was dispensable.

This quality was something that even Visenya admired in her daughter. She herself could not judge something with indifference and coldness.

"Your father will dine with all of us tonight; don't forget to summon all your brothers and sisters." Visenya said with a slightly excited tone. She hadn't seen him for only three months; her husband was too busy and spent long periods away.

Alysanne's eyes lit up at her mother's words; she obviously loved the news that her father was returning. The news was so good that she started stamping the documents with a happier look.

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Important Note: These chapters will be a smooth transition to Part Two of this book. I will present the changes and some of these changes will be altered in the future, but the rest will remain the same. So, these are the foundations that will carry over into the Space Age.C

What to expect from Part Two of this Fanfic?

1 - Alien civilizations from the Warhammer Universe.

2 - The war with the Ruinous Forces of Chaos.

3 - Aenar's ascension to the True Throne of God

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Game Of Thrones: The God-Emperor of Planetos (500,000 words written).

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