Looking at Princess Naerys, Cadmus knew the girl had immense potential, or rather, almost all members of House Targaryen had potential. After all, being born into a good family is a stroke of luck most people would never have.
However, there were different levels of potential. Daenerys was a clear example of this; the girl was simply a genius among geniuses. Rhaenys, Gaemon, and Maekar had similar, above-average potential. Naerys was a genius, though a few levels below Daenerys. As for Aegon…
Cadmus didn't know if there was some curse involving the name Aegon, as all those who bore it seemed to end up badly or die of disease. King Rhaegar's son was no different; he seemed to have a mediocre talent, to say the least.
He couldn't help but feel a bit of pity for the arrogant and stupid prince; he lacked talent while his siblings were above average or geniuses. He could imagine how much this would impact Aegon's personality and character.
Cadmus set Aegon aside and focused on the little princess, who didn't seem afraid of the blue-green dragon in her arms. He couldn't help but frown, noticing that the princess's body was in a truly deplorable state. The girl might not even survive long enough for the dragon to grow to a size suitable for flight.
"My beautiful princess has become the third dragon rider of House Targaryen." Rhaegar took his daughter in his arms and looked affectionately at the fragile and delicate princess.
Naerys looked at the dragon in her arms and stroked the beautiful blue-green scales with a touch of hesitation. Her hesitation vanished when she saw that the small dragon seemed to be enjoying her touch. Her tense expression relaxed, and she whispered, "Me, a dragon rider?"
Though she had often dreamed of riding a dragon, they were just that, dreams. She never imagined she would actually be touching a dragon and that the dragon would have accepted her as its rider.
"What will the dragon's name be, darling?" Rhaegar asked with a smile, seeing the shy and gentle Naerys smiling brightly.
Looking at the blue-green scales, Naerys's eyes lit up, and she spoke with a tone full of admiration. "Vhagar, just like Queen Visenya's dragon!"
If there was one woman admired in House Targaryen, it was Visenya, the wife-sister of Aegon the Conqueror. During the Conquest, it could be said that she did even more than Aegon I Targaryen himself.
Rhaegar's smile widened. "Since you've named yours Vhagar and Daenerys has named hers Balerion, it's only natural that my dragon be Meraxes, just like the three dragons of House Targaryen that started it all."
Balerion, Vhagar, and Meraxes, those were the three dragons of House Targaryen. On that day, House Targaryen gained three dragon riders.
With the birth of the dragons, Rhaegar's strategy changed completely. Instead of attacking, he would defend his territories and not advance. He only had to wait for the dragons to grow, and this entire rebellion would vanish.
Not only that, but when the news of the dragons' birth spread across the continent, Rhaegar wouldn't even need to ask; everyone would come to King's Landing to bend the knee without him having to do a thing.
House Targaryen with dragons was entirely different from House Targaryen without them.
"And yours, Cadmus? What will your dragon be called?" Daenerys asked with a smile, seeing the dragon sleeping in Cadmus's hair. She couldn't help but think it was truly cute, showing that the dragon was completely comfortable with the mage.
"Call him Caraxes." Cadmus thought for a moment and spoke in a calm tone. There was a smile on his lips.
While everyone was happy, even Rhaenys, Maekar, and Gaemon, only Aegon had a somber expression. Failing to claim a dragon was a massive blow to him. The only thing he could be happy about was that Maekar hadn't succeeded either.
Rhaella looked at the gathered family and smiled. She wasn't disappointed at not being chosen; as long as Cadmus was present, she could get a dragon sooner or later, so she wasn't too worried about the situation.
"Rhaegar, we must spread the news as far as possible. Send ravens everywhere, even to the Wall. Let everyone know that House Targaryen has dragons again, nearly two centuries after the last one," Rhaella said, looking at her son with a bright gaze. Her thoughts mirrored Rhaegar's: as long as everyone knew of the dragons' arrival, the scales of war would tip in favor of House Targaryen.
No one was stupid enough to stand against House Targaryen with dragons; the lessons of the past ensured everyone knew what happened when one faced a dragon.
"I know." Rhaegar nodded and looked at the three dragons with a smile on his lips.
It was very good to have hope for the future.
In the room, Cadmus flopped lazily onto the sofa and looked at the girl lying on his bed with an amused expression. "If I didn't know this was my room, I'd think it was yours, my beautiful dragon princess."
Daenerys, who was lying on her stomach on the bed, kicking her legs up and down, let out a laugh as she watched the slightly shadowy figure under the flickering lights. With her cheek resting on her arm, she said in an equally playful tone, "Don't be stingy; your bed seems more comfortable than mine."
Cadmus rolled his eyes and looked at the princess with a calm yet deep gaze. If anyone thought Daenerys was innocent, they were sorely mistaken. The girl's ambition was so great that the magic within her resonated with her feelings, burning like an unquenchable flame.
"Sit beside me and tell me what that beautiful head of yours is thinking," Cadmus said in a soft tone, the flickering flames tinting his dark green eyes with a shade of red.
Daenerys rose from the bed, her silver-gold hair cascading around her as she stepped down, her bare feet touching the floor. Wearing only a white nightgown, she looked like a fairy walking under the light of the surrounding torches.
Instead of sitting beside Cadmus, she sat on his lap, looking at him with a gaze that was anything but innocent or proper for an unwed princess.
"You and Margaery waste no time, always trying to manipulate me, a poor, weak mage," Cadmus said with a laugh. Whether it was Margaery or Daenerys, both were trying to seduce him to gain his help. Some might find such a thing despicable, but he did not.
"Don't compare me to that stupid flower of Highgarden," Daenerys huffed, her cheeks puffing out in dissatisfaction that Cadmus would mention another woman at this moment.
Looking at her breasts, which were only slightly smaller than Margaery's, Cadmus's lips twitched. The women of House Targaryen generally didn't have truly voluptuous curves; they possessed a slender, ethereal, graceful beauty, almost mystical.
"Besides, I'm not manipulating you," Daenerys said in a soft tone, looking directly into his eyes as if to show her complete sincerity.
"I know; the words just slipped out without thinking," Cadmus said in a gentle, inhumanly manipulative tone. He stroked the girl's face as if appreciating a masterpiece.
"At least you know," Daenerys said with a satisfied look, then rested her chin on his shoulder, gazing at the handsome face that attracted her so much.
"Cadmus, when they knelt to me, I felt my heart beating so fast," Daenerys said in a soft tone, almost a whisper. "It was such a good feeling to have the power to control the lives of millions, to decide their fate as if I were a goddess."
Cadmus's smile grew; he looked at Daenerys with a bright gaze. The "Morgana" had finally tasted power, and her ambition had fully blossomed.
"Do you want to be queen?" Cadmus asked in a gentle tone.
"Yes." There was no hesitation in Daenerys's voice.
This didn't surprise Cadmus. Daenerys was born to rule, and although some of her decisions in another universe might have been foolish, what could one expect from a girl who grew up on the streets eating trash and fleeing from assassins?
In this universe, the girl had received an education and lessons; she was not a beggar without power or knowledge as she had been in another world.
"But your brother is king. Not only that, but besides his sons, even Naerys is ahead of you in the line of succession," Cadmus said with a smile.
Daenerys looked at his smile and understood the implications of his words. It was a question: Do you have the courage to want to be Queen of Westeros, to stain your hands with the blood of your own kin?
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First draft of the synopsis for my official book:
Are gods benevolent?
Perhaps some believe so. The truth, however, is much crueler—bloody and deadly.
In a world where gods manifest themselves in the mortal realm through myths, their presence brings not salvation, but destruction. Yet this is a world that mere mortals were not even worthy of seeing.
Lucius Sinclair, a skinny sixteen-year-old boy, always hiding behind large glasses, abruptly awakens his powers on an ordinary day. What was once an ordinary life turns into chaos, fear, and constant danger.
Thrown into a reality dominated by heretical gods and forces beyond human comprehension, Lucius finds himself at the center of a cruel and deadly game, a game that will change his life forever and open his eyes to the true face of reality: the Divine World.
This is the story of a skinny boy from Queens who becomes king in the midst of a divine war between gods and humans.
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Read my other books:
Game Of Thrones: The God-Emperor of Planetos (500,000 words written).
Percy Jackson: Godwyn the Golden.
Game Of Thrones: The King's Court Wizard