Jacob, Daenerys, Scott, and Missandei stepped through the portal and arrived in Serendell, directly in front of the palace.
Daenerys and Missandei froze, their eyes wide as they took in the sight before them. The palace was immense—the size of a small city, its towers reaching toward the sky. The gardens were breathtaking, filled with flowers that seemed to glow with their own inner light, their colors more vibrant than anything in their world. And in the distance, two massive lakes stretched out like seas, their waters so clear they reflected the sky like mirrors.
Both women took deep breaths, feeling as if they were breathing for the first time. The air was clean, fresh, and filled with the scent of flowers and earth.
Jacob smiled at their reaction. When Daenerys looked at him, he said simply, "Welcome home."
Daenerys's voice was filled with awe. "It's beautiful here. It's like a place from a fairy tale."
Just then, Saphira descended from the sky, landing gracefully beside them despite her massive size.
Missandei panicked and hid behind Scott, who was clearly not feeling too comfortable around Saphira himself.
Daenerys, however, was not scared. Her eyes widened in wonder. "What a beautiful dragon!"
Saphira's warm, British-accented voice sounded in Daenerys's mind. [You must be Daenerys. It's nice to finally meet you. And you are beautiful too.]
Daenerys startled. "Ahh! You can talk!"
Saphira's voice was amused. [Yes, I can communicate with Jay and his wives telepathically.]
Daenerys asked, "Can I touch you?"
Saphira's voice was warm. [Of course.]
Saphira lowered her massive head, and Daenerys reached out without hesitation, pressing her palm flat against the dragon's snout. The scales were smooth and cool beneath her touch—like polished gemstones.
Daenerys looked into Saphira's blue eyes. "Are you Kisarax?"
Saphira's voice was amused. [No. I'm not that dumb old girl, Kisarax. My name is Saphira.]
Jacob spoke up. "Kisarax is a wyvern, like Drogon and his siblings. She's actually from your world."
Daenerys looked at Jacob with a raised brow. "Really?"
Jacob nodded. "Yeah. I'll tell you about her later. Now, let's go see Allison and the others. They're waiting for us."
Jacob scratched Saphira's chin. "I'll come see you later."
Saphira's voice was warm. [Okay.] She turned to Daenerys. [Welcome to the family, Daenerys.]
Daenerys smiled. "Thank you."
Saphira lifted off and flew away, her massive form disappearing into the clouds.
Jacob looked at Scott. "Take Missandei on a tour, and then take her to choose her room. Tomorrow, I'll let you take her to Beacon Hills."
Scott nodded. "Come on, Missandei. I'll show you around, then we'll meet the others and watch a movie."
Missandei's brow furrowed. "What's a movie?"
Scott smiled. "I'll show you. You're going to love it."
Missandei looked at Daenerys, who smiled reassuringly. "Go. Have fun."
Missandei smiled and left with Scott.
Jacob took Daenerys's hand. "Are you ready?"
Daenerys took a deep breath. "Yes. But I'm suddenly nervous."
Jacob squeezed her hand. "Don't be. They're very nice."
Daenerys exhaled slowly. "Okay. Let's go."
Jacob teleported them to the living room of the royal residence.
Allison, Lydia, Malia, Sansa, and Melissa were gathered on a large couch, dressed in casual comfy clothes—sweatpants and sweatshirts. Kitty was perched on Malia's shoulder, and Jeff the land shark was curled in Sansa's lap.
All eyes turned to Daenerys as she appeared, studying her from head to toe. Daenerys felt her nervousness spike under their scrutiny.
Jacob stepped forward, pulling Daenerys gently with him. "Everyone, this is Daenerys." He pointed to Malia. "Dany, that's Malia. You two already met."
Malia smiled. "Hey."
Daenerys smiled back. "Hey."
Jacob gestured to the cat on Malia's shoulder. "The cat on Malia's shoulder is Kitty."
Kitty's voice was cheerful. "Hey. Nice to meet you."
Daenerys's eyes went wide, then she smiled. "Nice to meet you too. I promised myself I wouldn't be surprised anymore, but I never imagined a cat could talk."
Kitty's voice was amused. "Is something wrong with me talking?"
Daenerys quickly said, "No, no. I'm just surprised, that's all."
Jacob pointed to Lydia, who was glaring at him. "The one next to Malia is Lydia, but she seems angry for some reason."
Lydia snorted, then turned to Daenerys with a warm smile. "Nice to meet you. Although someone forgot to tell us in advance so we could wear proper clothes to welcome you."
Daenerys smiled. "Nice to meet you. And all of you are beautiful—it doesn't matter what you wear. To be honest, I want to wear what you're wearing. It looks very comfortable."
Jacob continued. "The one next to Lydia is Sansa, and then Allison and Melissa."
Daenerys said to the three of them, "Nice to meet you."
Sansa nodded with a small smile. Allison said, "Nice to meet you." Melissa added warmly, "Welcome to the family, Daenerys. Come sit with us."
Daenerys smiled. "Thank you."
She sat down next to Malia, then looked at Jeff, who was looking at Jacob with what appeared to be a smile on its face. "Can someone tell me what that adorable creature in Sansa's arms is?"
Jacob settled into his recliner. "That's Jeff. Our pet. He is a land shark."
Jeff jumped from Sansa's lap and ran to Jacob.
Jacob looked at him. "You want snacks?"
Jeff nodded happily, its tongue lolling out.
Jacob smiled. "Go say hi to Dany, and I'll give you some snacks."
Jeff bounded over to Daenerys, jumped into her lap, and gave her a few enthusiastic licks on the face, making her laugh. Then he ran back to Jacob and jumped into his lap, looking at him expectantly.
Jacob began taking food and snacks from his pocket dimension, feeding the eager land shark.
Cogman entered the living room and gave Daenerys a small bow. "Welcome home, my lady."
Daenerys smiled. "Thank you, Cogman."
Cogman looked at Allison. "Shall I prepare a feast, my lady?"
Allison shook her head. "Not tonight. We'll hold a feast to welcome Daenerys tomorrow and introduce her to everyone. Right now, we want to talk to her and get to know her. So bring us food and drinks here, and take Jay with you."
Jacob said, "Hey, I want to stay!"
Lydia said, "We don't need you here."
Jacob sighed. "Fine, fine. But who's coming with me?"
Allison shook her head. "Not me. I want to get to know Daenerys."
Melissa agreed. "Me too."
Sansa said, "I can't be with you tonight."
Malia said, "I'm staying as well."
Jacob looked at Lydia. She shrugged. "I'm staying as well. And if you're bored, go play video games or something."
Cogman spoke up. "Our company is now in the business of video games. I've made some new consoles, new gaming PCs, and some new games that are way ahead of their time for our world. I plan to launch them into the market. How about you test them? I'll join you once I'm done serving my ladies."
Jacob's eyes lit up. "That sounds fun." He stood up and gave Jeff to Melissa. "Cogman, let's go."
Kitty jumped from Malia's shoulder. "Jay, wait! I'm coming with you!"
Malia said, "I'll join you guys later."
Jacob shook his head. "No, no. Cogman probably didn't make enough consoles and PCs for you to smash, especially since the games he made are probably not easy and will make you very angry. So please just stay with the girls."
Malia said, "Don't worry, I'm not going to smash anything. And if I do, we've got the Repair Spell. It's not a big deal."
Jacob's eyes narrowed. "The Repair Spell doesn't work when parts of the thing you want to repair are completely obliterated with lightning."
Malia smiled sheepishly. "You're still angry about that? Sorry. I wouldn't do it again, I promise. Besides, weren't you laughing?"
Jacob sighed. "I was laughing because you beat up Stiles, not because you broke everything."
Malia's voice was earnest. "Don't worry. I never did it again since that day."
Allison snorted. "Didn't you just smash the console, the TV, and the controller after you lost when we were playing a few hours ago?"
Malia said, "Shut up, you snitch! Besides, you fixed them with the Repair Spell anyway." Her eyes glowed red and she growled. "And I didn't lose! The controller has a mind of its own—and it clearly hates me. It never does what I want it to!" Her eyes turned back to normal, and she looked at Jacob with an innocent smile. "I won't crash out again. I promise."
Jacob raised an eyebrow. "Growling like a beast is not how you convince someone that you won't go into rage mode again."
Malia's voice was innocent. "Was I growling?"
Everyone said in unison, "Yes, you were."
Malia coughed awkwardly. "Anyway, I'll join you later, and I promise I won't smash anything. If I break my promise, may Stiles be struck by lightning."
Jacob shook his head. "I would believe you if I didn't know you too well. And poor Stiles will be struck by lightning, alright—and it would be your doing."
He left with Cogman and Kitty.
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Malia looked at Daenerys, who was watching her with an amused expression. "Why are you looking at me like that? Are you judging me?"
Daenerys shook her head with a smile. "No, no. It's just that you are very different from the ruthless woman I saw in Daznak's Pit earlier."
Malia's voice was curious. "Ruthless woman? Were you scared of me?"
Daenerys's smile was genuine. "Scared of you? Not at all. In fact, I wished I had powers like yours and could kill those bastards in ways even more ruthless than you."
Malia tilted her head. "Did you ever kill someone before?"
Daenerys's expression grew somber. "I killed a lot of people, although not with my own hands. They died by my orders. The only person I killed with my own hands was Khal Drogo. He was my husband."
Everyone gave her a look of surprise and curiosity.
Daenerys took a deep breath and began to explain. "I was forced to marry him. He raped me on our wedding night. I was crying, I was scared, and he kept forcing himself on me for the next few weeks. Eventually, I accepted my life and embraced my role as Khaleesi." She paused, her voice softening. "I know you won't believe me, but I fell in love with Drogo. And so did he. He started respecting me and treating me well. I got pregnant, and we were both happy."
She continued, her voice growing darker. "But an accident happened. I believed a witch could help heal Drogo after he was wounded. Instead, the witch betrayed me and used black magic to kill my unborn child and put a curse on me to heal Drogo. But he wasn't healed—he was alive but couldn't wake up. So I had to end his misery. I put a pillow on his face and suffocated him to death. Then I burned the witch alive with his body."
Lydia's voice was gentle. "I'm sorry that happened to you."
Melissa's brow furrowed. "The curse—did you tell Jay about it?"
Daenerys shook her head. "I didn't tell him, but he knew. He already got rid of it."
Melissa nodded. "I see."
Daenerys's voice was thoughtful. "I never asked him how he knew. Do you think he knows what happened to me, or did he just sense the curse?"
Allison said, "He probably knows what happened to you. Not just about your first husband, but probably about your entire life."
Daenerys's eyes widened. "How?"
Allison shrugged. "He said that when he travels to a new world, he knows its past."
Malia leaned forward, her eyes gleaming with interest. "Well, you can ask him later. Now, do you think you can show us your memories?"
Lydia raised an eyebrow. "This is unlike you. First you stayed here for girls' talk, and now you want to know about Daenerys's past. Why are you so interested in her and her memories?"
Malia's voice was honest. "Jay said she went through a lot and fought wars. I'm very interested in her story."
Allison looked at Daenerys, her voice gentle. "You don't have to share your memories with us if you're not ready."
Daenerys's smile was sad but genuine. "You're my family now. And I want you to understand who I am—where I come from. The good and the bad."
Malia asked, "Do you know how to share memories?"
Daenerys nodded. "Yes. That perverted husband of ours taught me."
Sansa's lips twitched. "He showed you himself naked in front of a mirror, didn't he?"
Daenerys smiled. "Yes. He did." Her smile faded. "Alright. Are you ready?"
They nodded.
Daenerys closed her eyes and shared her memories with them.
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They saw a young Daenerys, beside her abusive brother Viserys, fleeing and hiding across Essos as she spent her youth running from assassins at every turn. Viserys's hands were always on her—grabbing her arm, yanking her hair, slapping her when she displeased him. His voice was always angry, always demanding.
"You don't want to wake the dragon, do you?" he used to say.
The girls watched with growing fury as Viserys abused Daenerys and eventually sold her like property to Khal Drogo.
Then came the wedding night.
The memory was hazy, blurred by Daenerys's own dissociation. They saw Drogo's massive form looming over her, saw her tears as he took her without care, without gentleness. They saw the weeks that followed—nights of pain and fear, mornings of shame and bruises.
But then something shifted in the memories. The fear began to fade. Daenerys learned to speak the Dothraki tongue. She learned to ride. She learned to assert herself. And slowly, painfully, she carved out a place for herself in Drogo's heart.
They saw the moment she smiled at him without fear. The moment he smiled back. They saw her rise from a frightened girl to a Khaleesi—a queen of a people who had never respected women.
Then came the funeral pyre.
They watched Daenerys walk into the flames, unburnt, carrying three stone eggs. They watched the eggs crack and hatch. They felt Daenerys's joy, her triumph, her absolute certainty that she was meant for something greater.
The memories continued. They watched Daenerys break the chains of thousands, free the slaves, and try to build something new. They felt her frustration, her exhaustion, her desperate desire to do good in a world that rewarded cruelty.
Then came the Sons of the Harpy.
The memories grew darker. Freedmen being murdered in the streets. Unsullied found dead in alleyways. Children killed for the crime of being freed. The nobility of Meereen, plotting in the shadows, funding the terrorists who were trying to destroy everything Daenerys had built.
The memories ended in Daznak's Pit with Jacob killing the Chimera.
Daenerys opened her eyes and sighed.
The room was silent for a long moment.
Malia spoke first, her voice filled with admiration. "Dany, you are the strongest woman I have ever met. You survived things that would have broken anyone else."
Allison nodded. "You didn't just survive—you thrived. You freed thousands of people. You hatched dragons. You built a kingdom."
Lydia's voice was cold with anger. "I hate Viserys. He was a monster. And I'm glad he's dead. He didn't deserve to be called your brother."
Melissa's voice was firm. "Drogo was worse."
Sansa's voice was quiet but sincere. "To be honest, when I heard that Jay wanted to marry you, I didn't like it at all. I hate the Targaryens. They killed my grandfather, my uncle, and my aunt."
Daenerys's face fell. "I'm sorry about—"
Sansa cut her off. "Don't be. Their deaths have nothing to do with you. I was just being stupid." She smiled, her voice warm. "Welcome to the family. And I'm proud to call a strong woman like you a sister."
Daenerys said, "Thank you." She looked at the five women. "To be honest, I didn't think you were all going to welcome me like this. I thought you were going to hate me."
Allison smiled. "None of us is going to hate you. Jay is a dragon, and dragons have a habit of collecting wives. It's in his nature. We've all accepted that. And you should too."
Daenerys raised an eyebrow. "Are you seriously telling me you have no objections?"
Lydia's voice was honest. "Of course, part of me wishes he were mine alone—but that's just wishful thinking. And honestly? I don't really care how many wives he has. He treats us all equally. He spoils us, treats us like queens, and gives us whatever we want. He made us strong, gave us supernatural powers, and can take us to travel to other worlds. I love him. I love my life. And I love my family. What more could I possibly want?"
Daenerys looked at the others. "You all feel the same?"
They all nodded.
Daenerys's smile returned. "I see. I also don't care how many wives he has or will have, as long as he doesn't change the way he treats me." Her lips curved into a small, mischievous smile. "Now, tell me—how good is he in bed?"
Lydia smirked. "Very good. Like making you go crazy and faint from pleasure good."
Daenerys's smile widened. "Is that so? Then I'm looking forward to sharing a bed with him even more."
Cogman entered with trays of food and drinks, and they continued talking the whole night—sharing their stories and how they had met Jacob.
To be continued... 😊
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