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Seeing Rhaenyra still didn't believe him.
Letting out a chuckle Leo touched her nose tip.
Chuckle~
"..."
Rhaenyra blinked, still dazed from the way he had just flicked her nose—
A gesture so casual,
So unlike the stiff courtesies she was used to from court.
Her face burned hotter, and she instinctively turned her gaze toward the lake to hide the crimson creeping up her cheeks.
"..."
Leo, meanwhile, stood with that effortless smirk of his,
Smirk~
Fingers still poised from the snap.
"Well?"
He asked lightly.
"Will you believe me if I show you my dragon?"
Her eyes shot back to him, half incredulous, half amused.
"Your dragon?"
She repeated, her tone dripping with disbelief.
"Only House Targaryen and those of Valyrian blood can ride dragons. Are you saying you—"
He chuckled, stepping closer, the reflection of the moon dancing across his eyes.
Chuckle~
"Who said dragons listen only to Targaryens?"
He murmured, his voice low, teasing.
Rhaenyra frowned, unsure whether to laugh or call him mad.
Frown~
"You speak as though you command beasts that even kings fear."
"Not command,"
Leo corrected with a soft grin.
Grin~
"Bond."
Something about the way he said it—
So calm, so sure—
Made her heartbeat skip.
"..."
Her mouth parted, but before she could reply,
Leo extended his hand toward her, palm open.
"Come,"
He said gently.
"I'll show you. But first, tell Syrax to wait here. You'll be back before an hour passes."
Rhaenyra stared at him for a long moment.
He looked completely serious, not the least bit like someone trying to impress her with empty words.
With a small huff,
Huff~
She turned toward the sky where Syrax glided above, calling out in High Valyrian,
"Syrax! Ȳdra daor rūsīr. Ñuhon qopsa—ābrar iā tubis!" (Stay here, Syrax. Be calm—I will return soon!)
ROOOAR!!!
Her dragon roared softly in acknowledgment and circled once before settling beside the lake,
Tail coiling protectively around the grass.
Turning back to Leo,
Rhaenyra eyed his outstretched hand.
"If this is a jest, I'll have Syrax bite your head off when I return."
Leo laughed quietly, eyes gleaming.
Fufu~
"Fair enough, princess. Now hold on tight."
She hesitated, then slipped her hand into his.
The warmth of his grip surprised her—
It wasn't just physical warmth; there was something else,
Like the pulse of restrained power beneath his skin.
Before she could speak,
Leo's eyes shimmered faintly—
And the world around them twisted.
Wind rushed, light bent, and the forest faded into a whirl of motion as if reality itself was folding around them.
Rhaenyra stumbled as her boots hit the forest floor,
"..."
One hand still clutching Leo's.
The world around her no longer smelled of King's Landing's salt and smoke —
It was wild, pure, and untouched.
The air shimmered faintly with magic.
Above them, unfamiliar constellations gleamed through the misty canopy,
And the faint hum of power vibrated through the earth like the heartbeat of something vast.
She turned in a slow circle, eyes wide.
"What—"
She began, then caught herself.
Her instincts as a Targaryen whispered that she stood in a place unlike any corner of the Known World.
The air was thick with a strange energy,
One that made her dragon blood stir restlessly beneath her skin.
Leo watched her reaction with quiet amusement, hands clasped behind his back.
"Welcome to my home, My kingdom Eldoria."
He said simply, his voice calm, carrying just enough pride to draw her attention back to him.
"This land doesn't exist on your maps, Princess. You could fly your dragon for years and never find it. The land of magic and mystery."
Rhaenyra blinked, her silver hair glinting under the moonlight filtering through the trees.
"You brought me here through… magic,"
She whispered, still half in disbelief.
"You tore through the world itself."
Like she had seen a monster.
He shrugged with that easy confidence of his.
"Something like that."
Then his gaze shifted upward —
And for a moment, his crimson eyes glowed faintly.
'Can I summon Gildora here...'
In his mind he asked his system whether he could summon Gildora here.
[You can host. Inside your territory Gildora body won't affect any environment.]
After getting the confirmation Leo released Gildora for a first time after getting it's summoning card.
The air trembled.
"..."
A low, thunderous rumble echoed from the distance —
Rumble~ Rumble~
GROOOOWLLL!!!
Deeper and far more ancient than Syrax's voice.
The ground beneath their feet began to quake lightly.
Birds which has been spawned scattered from the trees in panic,
And the wind suddenly shifted, carrying the scent of ozone and burning metal.
"..."
Rhaenyra's heart hammered in her chest.
"What… what is that?"
Leo's lips curled into a faint smile.
"My dragon."
Then the night split open.
From beyond the mountain ridge,
A colossal shadow moved —
Wings unfolding like twin storms blotting out the stars.
Lightning crackled between golden horns as King Ghidorah descended,
ROAR! ROAR!
ROAR!
Each of his three heads roaring in unison,
The sound shaking the very air.
His golden scales glowed faintly, illuminating the trees below like molten sunlight.
Rhaenyra's breath caught in her throat.
Her knees nearly gave way as she stared, frozen between awe and terror.
'This… this isn't a dragon,'
Her mind screamed.
'This is a god.'
Syrax, proud and fierce as she was,
Suddenly felt small in comparison in Rhaenyra's imagination.
Ghidorah landed with an earth-shattering tremor,
His heads bowing low before Leo —
Obedient, reverent.
"..."
Rhaenyra's disbelief shattered completely when she realized what she was seeing:
This creature, whose very presence could rip apart the heavens, was kneeling.
Leo extended his hand toward her with that same disarming smile.
"Now, Princess,"
He said, voice steady and teasing,
"Do you believe me when I say not all dragons belong to the Targaryens?"
Rhaenyra turned to him slowly,
Her eyes reflecting the golden glow of the monster behind him.
"Seven hells…"
She breathed, her voice trembling between reverence and shock.
"You—what are you, Leo Morningstar?"
Leo listened quietly as Rhaenyra spoke,
His red eyes softening.
The vast dragon behind them—
Ghidorah—
Lowered its massive head, exhaling a warm, steady breath that stirred Rhaenyra's silver hair like a gentle wind.
She stood beside Leo,
Her earlier amazement fading into melancholy.
Her shoulders slumped, her gaze fixed on the glimmering waves beneath the moonlight.
Sigh~
Seeing her Leo asked her what made her mood so sour earlier.
"Even though I am the eldest,"
She said softly,
"My father still dreams of a son. A boy to carry his legacy, to fulfill the prophecy he keeps whispering about in his sleep."
Her voice trembled slightly.
"Mother is in labor tonight. She's afraid. I can see it, even if she hides it. But Father… he's so blinded by that dream of a male heir that he doesn't see how fragile she has become."
Leo's expression darkened faintly, not from judgement, but from understanding.
He had seen what will happen in the series—
Men blinded by destiny, while those who loved them were left in the shadow of their ambition.
He took a step closer, his presence calm yet grounding.
"You feel like you're not enough,"
He said quietly.
Rhaenyra hesitated, biting her lip before nodding.
Nod~
"I try to be strong, to prove myself worthy—but every time he looks past me, it feels as though my blood, my fire, my very existence is not enough to make him see me."
She gave a small, bitter laugh.
Haha~
"Perhaps that is what it means to be a woman in this world. To watch your worth measured by the sons you can give."
Leo reached out, placing a hand gently on her shoulder.
His touch was steady, warm.
"You are worth more than his blindness,"
He said firmly.
"You are the blood of the dragon—not because of him, but because of who you are. Fire doesn't need permission to burn bright, Rhaenyra."
Her eyes lifted to him then, wide and uncertain, searching his face as though to find any hint of mockery or empty comfort—
"..."
But there was none.
Only sincerity.
Behind them, Ghidorah rumbled softly, lowering its head until its golden eye met hers.
The great beast's scales shimmered like molten light as Leo ran a hand across its snout.
"This is Ghidorah,"
Leo said, his voice breaking the silence.
"One of his ability is he can shrink or grow as he pleases, though I think he enjoys showing off when guests are around."
Ghidorah snorted, the sound almost amused.
Rhaenyra's lips parted in wonder.
"He… obeys you."
Leo smiled faintly.
"He doesn't obey. He chooses to listen."
That simple sentence struck her harder than she expected.
'Choose.'
The word echoed in her mind like a bell—
Something her father had never given her the right to do.
She stepped forward hesitantly, extending a trembling hand toward Ghidorah.
The dragon leaned down, allowing her fingers to brush against its warm, smooth scales.
A strange warmth surged through her—
A feeling of recognition, power, and freedom all at once.
"Beautiful…"
She whispered.
Leo watched her, his smile gentle.
"You see now? The world may try to decide what you are. But your fire, your will… only you can command it."
Rhaenyra turned to him slowly, her expression softening into something far more vulnerable than before.
"You speak like someone who has lost faith in kings and their crowns."
Leo chuckled quietly.
Chuckles~
"..."
Rhaenyra held his gaze, her heart strangely unsteady.
"You're unlike anyone I've ever met, Ser Leo."
He tilted his head slightly, eyes glinting in the moonlight.
"And you, princess, are far stronger than you think."
Then he paused.
"..."
Leo's eyes widened as the realization hit him—
His breath catching mid-sentence.
He froze, the words of Rhaenyra echoing in his mind.
'My mother… she's in labor tonight.'
And then—
The system's cold, clear voice rang in his head like a bell.
[Host, did you forget your current quest?]
[Objective: Save Aemma Arryn.]
[Warning: Critical window approaching—time is running out.]
Leo's pulse spiked.
"Damn it…"
He muttered under his breath.
Rhaenyra blinked in confusion.
"..."
"What's wrong?"
He turned to her sharply, his expression grave.
"Rhaenyra,"
He said, stepping closer,
"you said your mother is giving birth tonight, right? Right now?"
She nodded slowly, taken aback by the sudden urgency in his voice.
Nod~
"Yes—she is. Why?"
Leo's tone turned firm, serious—
His earlier teasing completely gone.
"Then we don't have much time. Listen to me carefully."
He reached out and grasped her hands, locking eyes with her.
His grip was warm,
But his gaze burned with a fierce, golden light that made her heart pound uncontrollably.
"Your mother and your little brother's lives are in danger. If we don't get there right now, both of them will die."
Rhaenyra's breath hitched—
Her face drained of color.
"..."
"W–What? How do you know that?!"
"I'll explain later,"
He said quickly, glancing toward the moonlit trees.
"Right now, you need to trust me. We don't have much time."
Rhaenyra hesitated only a moment before nodding.
Nods~
Something in his voice—
His conviction—
Made it impossible not to.
Leo turned toward the great dragon nearby.
"Ghidorah,"
He commanded, his voice low but resonant,
"stay here and cause no trouble. Guard this island."
The dragon let out a low,
Rumbling growl of acknowledgment before lowering its head, its eyes glowing faintly in the moonlight.
Growl~
Leo looked back at Rhaenyra, his hand tightening around hers.
"Hold on to me. Don't let go."
Before she could even process it,
The world around her twisted violently.
Wind rushed past, light and sound bending in on themselves—
Then everything snapped back into place.
They were standing once more beside the lake in the Kingswood,
The night air cool and sharp around them.
Syrax let out a startled roar overhead, sensing her rider's sudden reappearance.
Roar!
Rhaenyra stumbled slightly, catching her breath.
"Seven hells… I feel dizzy!"
"Teleportation magic, Apparition."
Leo said curtly.
"I'll explain when we get to the Red Keep. There's no time to lose."
He looked toward the distant city lights flickering beyond the trees—
The Red Keep's towers gleaming faintly against the horizon.
The faint echo of the system chimed again in his mind.
[Ding...]
[Quest Timer: 00:12:34]
[Warning: Aemma Arryn's condition deteriorating.]
Leo's jaw clenched.
"We're running out of time."
He turned to Rhaenyra.
"Call your dragon. We fly now."
Red Keep...
Royal Chamber...
Inside the dimly lit royal chamber of the Red Keep,
The air was thick with tension and the scent of sweat and fear.
The room that once radiated warmth and opulence now felt like a tomb—
Its silence broken only by Queen Aemma's ragged cries.
Aemma Arryn lay upon the great bed,
Her silken sheets now soaked in crimson.
Candles flickered weakly, casting trembling shadows across the faces of the attendants—
Maids weeping quietly in the corners, and maesters whispering in dread.
At the bedside,
King Viserys I Targaryen stood pale and trembling,
Clutching his wife's hand as if holding on to her life itself.
His eyes were bloodshot,
His lips moving soundlessly as though praying to gods long deaf to his pleas.
Grand Maester Mellos, his face grave and sweat-drenched,
Leaned close to the King and spoke in a low, reluctant tone,
"Your Grace… the child will not come. If we do not act now, both will be lost. There is… one way to save the baby."
Viserys turned to him sharply.
"What way?"
The Maester hesitated, glancing at the screaming Queen before forcing the words out.
"..."
"We must cut… open her belly. It is the only chance the child may live."
For a moment...
The world seemed to stop.
Even the Queen's labored breaths seemed to still.
Aemma's eyes widened in horror as she looked between her husband and the Maester.
"..."
"Viserys…"
She whispered, her voice cracking.
"No. Please, no. Don't do this. I can still—"
But her plea was drowned by another cry of pain as another contraction wracked her body.
Tears streamed down her cheeks, mixing with sweat as she tried to reach for him.
"I beg you, my love… please. Don't let them cut me."
Viserys' heart shattered at the sight of her suffering.
"..."
He knelt by her, holding her trembling hand tightly, tears spilling freely.
"Aemma… please understand,"
He choked out.
"I've dreamt of this child… the prince that was promised. Our son will unite the realm. He will wear the crown and fulfill our destiny."
Her eyes, wide with fear and betrayal, searched his face—
"..."
Seeking the man she loved, the one who once swore he'd never let her suffer again.
"Viserys… no… please…"
But his silence told her everything.
With a broken whisper, he turned toward Mellos.
"Do it."
The Maester bowed his head heavily.
"As you command, Your Grace."
Two assistants moved in, pinning the Queen down as she screamed, thrashing weakly.
The Maester drew a small, curved blade from a tray—
Its edge gleaming under the candlelight.
Aemma's screams echoed through the Red Keep as the blade descended.
Ahhhhhh!!!
No potion dulled her agony, no mercy was granted.
Her cries turned from pain to despair, then slowly to silence as her strength gave way.
When at last,
The child was lifted from her body,
There was a brief, fragile sound—
A gasp, a faint whimper—
Before it faded.
The newborn's small chest stilled.
The Maester froze, staring at the lifeless infant in his hands.
"..."
"He's… gone,"
Mellos whispered.
Viserys' tears fell onto the bloodstained sheets.
His wife lay helplessly, eyes open and unseeing, her pale hair clinging to her sweat-soaked face her life was slowly slipping away.
The King of the Seven Kingdoms stood alone in the quiet,
Trembling before the weight of his choice.
Viserys's face turned ashen.
"..."
The world around him blurred—
The cries of maesters, the metallic scent of blood, the queen's screams—
All collapsing into a distant hum.
He stumbled backward, trembling, eyes locked on his wife's hollow, pain-ridden gaze.
"You… you killed us both…"
The Queen rasped through sobs, her face pale yet burning with hatred.
"May your prophecy consume you, Viserys… may it take everything you love."
Her voice was sharp, filled with venom, echoing like a curse.
Viserys shook his head weakly, tears streaming down his cheeks,
But her words struck deeper than any blade.
"Aemma, please—"
He tried to reach her, but his strength gave out. His knees buckled.
As he collapsed, the guards rushed forward.
Thud.
"..."
One caught the fainting king while others turned to the queen,
But her breathing grew shallow,
Her curses fading into a trembling whisper.
"Your line… shall burn with dragons…"
The last thing Viserys heard before darkness claimed him was the sound of the queen's curse.
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