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After Six years...
Six fragile, disciplined, hard-earned years.
And somehow… the world did not burn.
The borders held. The Cold War in King's Landing is not cooled down but transformed into cautious politics.
Trade routes thickened like arteries carrying prosperity instead of soldiers.
The Citadel fractured quietly as reformists defected to Eldoria's open academies.
The Festival of Returning Souls became tradition rather than miracle.
And then—
A soft chime echoed in Leo's mind.
[-Ding...]
[World Quest Completed: Keeper of Balance
Large-Scale Peace Maintained for 6 Years
Reward: World Travel Ticket – New Destination Unlocked]
Leo smiled faintly looking at his system screen. Not triumphant. Satisfied.
During those six years, Eldoria did not stagnate. It evolved.
Leo formally introduced the Continental structure to the allied lords of the North and beyond.
Not as conqueror and vassal, but as stakeholders.
Elder seats were granted to Stark, Manderly, Velaryon, Drakonis Noctis, and select others who proved vision over pride.
The result? Revolution.
When the first lords stepped through golden gateways and saw:
The neon-lit skyline of the modern world
Wizarding cities hidden from the Muggle streets
Yokai districts alive with ancient spirits
Monsters casually debating philosophy over coffee
They were silent. Then embarrassed. Then motivated.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Their world was not "honorable and traditional." It was behind. And pride turned into fuel.
Heirs studied abroad through controlled travel permits.
Northern youths trained with modern engineers.
Velaryon navigators learned advanced maritime mathematics.
Stark scholars debated ethics with wizarding professors.
When they returned home, they did not return as dreamers.
They returned as reformers.
Roads improved. Sanitation systems evolved. Education became standardized across allied territories. Commoners gained literacy at increasing rates. Trade contracts modernized.
The lords no longer feared knowledge after all this years of practice they have finally accepted the reforms whole heartedly.
They competed in it.
Meanwhile, the Crown's territory stagnated.
Since Viserys was long dead.
Aegon II and Aemond's cold rivalry never erupted into full civil war, restrained by memory of Eldoria's overwhelming display years prior.
New talents were eliminated in the name of removing variable.
The "Demon's Wake" wall stood as a reminder.
No dragons crossed it.
No armies tested it.
The old gods remained quiet. For six years.
Eldoria...
Dawnfire Cidetal Castle...
Leo stood once more at the high balcony.
Below, Dawnfire Capital shimmered with hybrid architecture—stone and crystal, elven spires, dragon roosts integrated into towers, griffins gliding lazily between structures.
Behind him, laughter.
Rhaenyra and Helaena arguing over strategy in a modern strategy game.
Alicent rolling her eyes but secretly invested.
Aemma reviewing academy enrollment expansions.
Rhaenys instructing dragon riders in new aerial formations.
Peace had not made them weak.
It made them structured.
The system panel shimmered again.
[New World Travel Ticket Available]
[Destination: ???]
[Condition: Ready for Activation]
Leo's crimson eyes glinted. He turned toward the doors.
"Looks like," he said calmly, "it's time to shake another world."
Leo stood in the center of the Dawnfire audience chamber, golden light from the high windows cutting across the marble floor.
The air carried that faint tension that always came before he announced something unreasonable.
"Come here," he said.
Rhaenyra, Rhaenys, Aemma, Alicent, and Helaena gathered around him.
He didn't stretch it out.
"I'm leaving for a new world."
Silence.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Rhaenyra blinked first.
-Blink -Blink
"You're what?"
"The ticket matured," Leo replied calmly.
"Six years complete. New world unlocked."
Rhaenys crossed her arms.
"And you intend to go alone?"
"I intend to keep Eldoria stable while I'm gone," he corrected.
Aemma narrowed her eyes.
-Frown
"You say that like we're decorations."
Leo smirked slightly. "You are not decorations. You are the reason I can leave at all."
They understood what he meant.
The kingdom was strong because it wasn't built around a single pillar anymore.
Still, Aemma stepped closer.
"I'm coming."
"Accepted," he replied without hesitation.
Rhaenyra inhaled sharply caught off guard by his response.
"Excuse me? That was too easy."
Alicent added quietly, "If she goes, why not—"
"You all want to," Leo finished.
No one denied it.
He exhaled softly massaging his temples.
-Sigh
"You can meet me anytime in system space. But if all of you leave physically, the court will panic."
Reluctant silence followed. They knew he was right.
He reached into his inventory—Then paused.
The system chimed.
[-DING...]
[Emergency Notification – Hotel Transylvania World]
[Mavis is in labor.]
[Dracula confirms: Family tradition completed successfully.]
Leo froze for half a second.
"...."
Then his expression changed completely.
The calm ruler vanished. He was just… a father.
"...."
"Mavis," he said quietly.
Rhaenyra straightened. "What?"
"She's in labor."
That did it.
Aemma's eyes widened.
Rhaenys' stern composure cracked.
Alicent covered her mouth.
Even Helaena smiled softly.
Leo's voice carried unmistakable pride.
"I'm going to Hotel Transylvania."
He looked at them. "You want to come?"
There wasn't even discussion.
They nodded immediately.
-NODS
None of them had met Mavis in person yet.
She had stayed in her world during the last cross-world visits.
They had met Leo's other wives. But not her.
Rhaenyra grinned while poking his cheeks teasingly.
"We're not missing this."
Aemma added calmly,
"If this is the firstborn of that branch of the family, I want to see it."
Rhaenys muttered, "I want to see Dracula's face."
Alicent tried to maintain composure. Failed.
Helaena whispered, "Is it a vampire baby?"
Leo laughed.
"Yes."
He summoned the world travel portal. This time not for conquest. Not for expansion.
For family. Golden light unfolded beneath their feet like a sunlit doorway.
"Alright," he said.
"Let's go meet my child."
And with that, they vanished toward Hotel Transylvania.
Hotel Transylvania World...
The sky above Hotel Transylvania shimmered.
A column of gold split the night like a divine elevator arriving without warning. The courtyard monsters dropped whatever they were carrying—coffins, luggage, enchanted towels—and stared.
Leo stepped out first.
Behind him followed Rhaenyra, Rhaenys, Aemma, Alicent, and Helaena.
The contrast was striking—Westerosi elegance walking into gothic Transylvanian chaos.
Inside the lobby, conversations died mid-sentence.
A mummy froze halfway through unwrapping paperwork.
A werewolf pup dropped a squeaky bat toy.
A blob stopped jiggling.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Then—
"ZING!"
One enthusiastic monster fainted.
The receptionist stammered, "Your Majesty—welcome back!"
Leo nodded briefly and continued forward.
-Nod
"...."
At the grand staircase stood Count Dracula, pacing with visible tension.
Beside him, Martha tried to maintain composure.
Darcy hovered anxiously, while Jonathan looked both terrified and thrilled.
Dracula saw Leo. Relief washed over his face so dramatically it was almost theatrical.
"You're here."
"I'm here," Leo replied.
Jonathan rushed forward, half-whispering, half-panicking.
"She's strong! Like really strong. The doctor fainted twice!"
Martha smacked him lightly.
Darcy hugged Leo briefly. "She's been asking for you."
Another scream echoed down the corridor.
Leo stopped. It wasn't fear. It was pain. Raw, intense, primal.
"...."
His chest tightened.
Behind him, Rhaenyra instinctively placed a hand on his back.
Aemma's expression softened.
Even Rhaenys, who had seen wars and dragons tear through armies, grew quiet.
They reached the door.
Another cry from inside.
Leo paused at the threshold.
For a king who had faced gods, shattered mountains, and commanded monsters, this moment made him hesitate.
Dracula stepped closer, voice low.
"Family tradition completed," he said. "She did everything right. But now… she needs you."
Leo inhaled slowly. Then pushed the door open.
Inside, Mavis lay on the bed, pale yet radiant, black hair damp against her face.
The gothic candles flickered violently with each surge of energy around her.
She looked up. Saw him.
"...."
And despite the pain—She smiled.
"You took your time," she whispered breathlessly.
Leo moved to her side immediately, taking her hand.
"I'm here."
Another contraction hit.
She squeezed his hand hard enough to crack stone.
He didn't flinch.
Behind him, the others watched in respectful silence.
Rhaenyra swallowed softly.
-Gulp
"...."
Alicent clasped her hands together.
Helaena leaned forward with wide eyes.
Aemma studied Mavis with quiet approval.
Dracula hovered near the wall like a storm cloud trying to behave.
The air changed. A pulse. Then another.
The room trembled slightly as a surge of vampire energy rippled outward.
Jonathan yelped standing outside the room.
The candles flared.
Mavis cried out—
-Ahhhhh!!!
And then—Silence. Followed by a small, sharp, unmistakable sound.
"...."
"...."
"...."
A baby's cry. Not human. Not fully monster. Something powerful.
-WAHHHHH!!!
Dracula froze. Leo's eyes softened.
The midwife monster stepped aside slowly.
In Mavis's arms—A small child.
Tiny fangs already visible.
Eyes glowing faint crimson.
The cry echoed again, stronger this time.
Leo leaned closer.
"...."
The child opened its eyes.
And locked onto him.
For a moment, the world held its breath.
Dracula wiped his eyes discreetly.
Martha openly sobbed. Jonathan was vibrating with joy hugging Darcy covered her mouth in awe.
Mavis looked up at Leo.
"We did it," she whispered.
Leo brushed his thumb gently across the child's forehead.
"No," he said softly. "You did."
The silence broke first.
-THWACK!
With a thwack.
Darcy smacked Jonathan on the back of his head.
"Stand straight! You're holding our son like he's a bowling ball!"
Jonathan blinked, still teary-eyed.
"I'm emotional! It's contagious in here!"
Darcy rolled her eyes, took their baby from him with efficient grace, then moved closer to Mavis.
She gently brushed Mavis's hair back.
"You did amazing."
Mavis smiled weakly, still glowing with that strange post-battle calm only mothers and warriors shared.
The newborn shifted. Small.
But not fragile.
Unlike Darcy's child—who had taken more of Jonathan's side—this boy was unmistakable.
Black hair already thick against his head.
Crimson eyes glowing faintly in the candlelight.
And tiny, unmistakable fangs.
He opened his mouth again—And let out a sharp little hiss instead of a normal cry.
The monsters in the room collectively gasped.
Rhaenyra leaned closer, fascinated. Alicent covered her mouth softly.
Helaena whispered, "He's beautiful."
Rhaenys crossed her arms but nodded approvingly.
-Nod
Aemma's gaze lingered on the fangs with a knowing smile.
Then—
The door burst open.
"VLAD IS HERE!"
In strode Vlad Dracula, cloak sweeping dramatically behind him.
He stopped mid-stride.
Saw the baby.
Froze.
His ancient eyes widened. He stepped forward slowly.
Then suddenly threw his hands in the air.
"HAHA! YES!"
He looked like he'd just won a centuries-long bet.
"A pure-blood vampire!" Vlad declared loudly.
"And not just pure—strong! I can feel it!"
He leaned in closer, eyes gleaming.
"His aura is stable. Dense. Powerful. He will be a proud vampire! A true heir!"
Dracula straightened proudly beside him, trying very hard not to look smug.
"I told you," Dracula muttered under his breath.
Vlad shot him a glare.
-Glare
"Quiet, son. This is my moment."
The baby blinked.
-Blink -Blink
"...."
Then locked eyes with Vlad.
For one split second—The child's crimson eyes flashed deeper.
And Vlad took a half step back. Not in fear. In respect.
"…Strong,"
Vlad repeated more quietly this time.
Leo watched everything calmly.
Mavis adjusted the baby slightly and looked at Leo with that soft, tired glow.
"What should we name him?"
The room quieted instantly.
Even the werewolf pups outside seemed to stop barking.
Leo looked down at his son.
The baby's tiny fingers wrapped around his thumb.
Grip firm. Unwavering. He smiled faintly.
"We'll choose a name worthy of him."
The baby gave a small growl-like coo.
Vlad burst out laughing again.
"Oh yes," he said proudly. "This one will shake worlds."
Leo met his son's gaze again.
And for once—He didn't see a future of conquest.
He saw legacy.
The room grew quiet.
Candles flickered softly along the gothic walls.
Even Vlad stopped mid-boast, sensing the weight of the moment.
Mavis looked up at Leo, her crimson eyes warm despite the exhaustion.
"What will his name be?"
The newborn shifted in her arms, small fingers tightening around Leo's thumb with surprising strength.
The grip wasn't fragile. It wasn't uncertain.
It was firm. Present.
Leo studied his son's black hair… the red eyes that mirrored his own… the tiny fangs already visible like a promise.
He thought of legacy.
Not just power. Balance. Strength without cruelty. Authority without madness. A child born between worlds.
Then he spoke.
"His name will be…"
He paused only briefly.
"Lucian Morningstar."
The name settled into the room like a seal pressed into wax.
Lucian. Light-bringer. Moon-child. A name that carried both shadow and radiance.
Vlad inhaled sharply.
"Lucian…" he repeated, nodding slowly. "A strong name. Noble."
Dracula wiped at his eyes dramatically.
"Lucian Morningstar… it sounds historic."
Jonathan whispered, "That's cool. That's like… main character cool."
Darcy elbowed him.
Rhaenyra smiled faintly. "Lucian," she echoed, approving.
Aemma tilted her head slightly.
"It suits him."
Helaena stepped closer, staring gently at the child.
"He feels… old and new at the same time."
Lucian blinked up at Leo.
Then, as if responding to his own name—A tiny spark of dark crimson aura flickered around him for half a second.
Not violent. Just… aware.
Vlad laughed loudly.
"HAHA! Did you see that? Already answering to his name!"
Mavis leaned back against the pillows, looking utterly content.
"Lucian Morningstar,"
She whispered softly, pressing a kiss to her son's forehead.
Leo leaned down, brushing his lips gently against Mavis's temple.
Then he rested his hand over his son's small chest.
Strong heartbeat. Steady.
For a being who commanded gods and monsters—
This was the most powerful thing he had ever created.
Lucian Morningstar.
Heir of shadows. Child of worlds.
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