"Hey, Jaime, long time no see. Heraka, say hello!" Mufasa patted the head of the large lion that was sitting beside him.
Heraka immediately let out a low roar that shook the entire Red Keep.
Hearing the lion's roar, Jaime Lannister was reminded of their family's motto: Hear Me Roar.
Just then, Joffrey, Myrcella, and Tommen also rushed out from their respective quarters.
Seeing Mufasa riding such a majestic and extraordinary large lion, they were filled with curiosity.
"Mufasa, where did you find this white lion?"
Joffrey cautiously approached Heraka and asked.
"Don't worry, he won't bite. I also have gifts for all of you."
Mufasa waved his hand, instructing Podrick to bring out three lion cubs. There was exactly one for Joffrey, Myrcella, and Tommen.
These cubs were already the size of hounds. After Mufasa's introduction, they each accepted Joffrey, Myrcella, and Tommen as their masters.
The three happily took their cubs back, planning to feed them pork and sausages. Joffrey even considered giving his some red wine.
"They really love your gifts, thank you!" Jaime Lannister watched the three departing children with the demeanor of a proud father.
"I also have gifts for you and Grandfather! Come with me to retrieve them!"
Mufasa led Jaime into his chambers, where Tyrion had already arrived.
Mufasa instructed Podrick and the others to wait outside, then opened several large mahogany chests, revealing two sets of Valyrian armor, five dragon eggs, two Valyrian steel swords, and a spear.
Tyrion immediately lunged toward the dragon eggs. He carefully cupped one in both hands, gazing at it obsessively. Its intricate patterns were beautiful; in Tyrion's eyes, it was more alluring than any woman's bosom.
Jaime, meanwhile, first examined the two sets of armor.
"Valyrian steel armor, and full suits! You've acquired priceless treasures!"
"And that's not all!" Mufasa chuckled.
Jaime picked up one of the Valyrian steel swords and examined it. It was the ancestral sword of House Constantine, a name he didn't recognize.
However, the lion's head carved into the hilt of the other sword astonished him.
"This sword... is this our family's lost Brightroar?" He gently lifted it and drew the blade. The surface was covered in complex, dark patterns, possessing a unique beauty.
"The sword that Emperor Tommen lost long ago—I brought it back!" Mufasa stated.
"Mufasa, you have performed a great service this time!" Jaime said solemnly.
"However, we must not flaunt our wealth. Our family is rich enough as it is. If people learn we have acquired so many treasures, those secretly targeting House Lannister will likely multiply."
"The dragon eggs must be kept secret, but there is no need to hide the rest! After all, this is an opportunity to showcase our family's wealth and power, letting all of Westeros know that House Lannister has not only recovered the ancestral sword Brightroar but also acquired another sword, a spear, and two sets of armor."
Tyrion said this while cradling a dragon egg. He was so fond of it he refused to put it down.
"You are right, Uncle! The dragon eggs must be kept secret, because we don't yet have the means to hatch them—unless someone is willing to undergo the trial by fire and bring dragons back into the world with blood and fire," Mufasa replied.
"Are you saying dragons could still hatch? Is that true?" Tyrion asked. He desperately wanted a dragon of his own.
"Indeed. If you are willing to risk everything, Uncle, I can have Melisandre try using fire magic and blood magic to wake the dragon inside the stone."
"Melisandre? Who is she?" Tyrion asked.
"My Lords, I am Melisandre."
Dressed in red robes, she appeared silently behind Mufasa.
Neither Jaime nor Tyrion had noticed her presence until now.
"You are a Red Priestess, the same as Thoros?" Tyrion asked.
"Thoros. I have heard his name. He has been in Westeros for many years, hasn't he?" Melisandre replied.
Back at the Temple of the Lord of Light in Volantis, Melisandre's seniority, magical power, mastery of fire, and control over prophecy and resurrection magic were far inferior to Thoros'.
"That's right. He is now considered King Robert's court jester, usually drinking, jousting, and entertaining him." Tyrion said.
"What is this blood magic and fire magic you spoke of, Mufasa? Can it truly awaken dragons? If there is even the slightest possibility, I am willing to risk my life to try." Tyrion declared.
His love for dragons bordered on obsession. Ever since he read about those god-like creatures in books as a child, he had dreamed of growing up, riding a dragon, and soaring through the sky.
Unfortunately, dragons had been extinct for over a hundred years.
Over thirty years ago, Aegon V tried to hatch dragons using pyromancers' wildfire at Summerhall. Many perished: the King died, the Prince died, and Duncan died. Summerhall itself was destroyed.
"'Blood and fire are one,' as House Targaryen says. To awaken a dragon, a price must be paid—a life for a life!" Melisandre stated.
"Is there truly no other way?" Tyrion asked once more.
"When magic begins to revive, the price of a life for a life may not be necessary. You could awaken the dragon simply by being reborn in fire. My Lord, I perceive you suffer from dwarfism. Being reborn in fire might even help you undergo a complete transformation." Melisandre continued.
"This 'complete transformation' you speak of—it's not some trick, like eating dragon bone pills, is it?" Tyrion questioned.
Following an old remedy, he had previously gone to the Dragonpit, retrieved a dragon bone, ground it into powder, mixed it with milk and honey, boiled it into a porridge, and then shaped it into medicinal pills. He had been taking them for two months with no results.
"Magic has not yet returned. Once it revives, you can be reborn in fire and undergo a complete transformation. My Lord, I sense the blood of the dragon flows within you." Melisandre said, staring at Tyrion.
The expressions on both Jaime and Tyrion's faces changed instantly.
"Are the rumors true, then? Am I really not Tywin's biological son?" Tyrion asked, his voice shaking slightly.
"Hold on, Melisandre, don't frighten him! Uncle, do not worry. We share the same blood, but nobility lies not in the bloodline, but in other things. Your knowledge and wisdom are enough to make you noble," Mufasa said.
"Nobility lies not in the bloodline, but in my wisdom! You are right. Regardless of all this, Jaime is still my brother," Tyrion declared.
Mufasa gave one of the two sets of Valyrian armor to Jaime, and the other was sent to Casterly Rock for Tywin.
As for the weapons, Brightroar was the ancestral sword and needed to be held by the patriarch, so it was also sent to Casterly Rock.
The other sword was given to Jaime, who named it "Lion's Roar." The spear was kept by Mufasa.
Mufasa was not very proficient with the spear, certainly not compared to his swordsmanship.
In Westeros, the knightly class practiced with the spear mainly for tourneys, not for the battlefield, where they would hack at each other with swords. In short, among knights, the sword was the mainstream weapon, and they could carry one everywhere they went.
Mufasa presented many gifts purchased in Meereen and Pentos to King Robert and Queen Cersei.
After all, Robert was the monarch of the realm, and Cersei was his aunt.
Inside Cersei's royal chambers, Mufasa stood while Cersei remained seated.
She held an exquisite necklace in her hand.
"Mufasa, I never imagined you would bring back such great rewards from this trip. I believe Father will be very pleased!"
Cersei's beautiful eyes flickered toward Mufasa, then immediately returned her attention to the necklace.
"Your Majesty, this is all thanks to the blessings of the Seven Gods and the King's divine might!" Mufasa replied with formalities.
Cersei's expression hardened slightly.
"Since your identity as Jaime's son cannot be changed, call me Aunt from now on! We wouldn't want our relationship to become estranged later," she instructed.
"Yes, Aunt," Mufasa replied.
"Come closer," Cersei said, looking directly at Mufasa.
Mufasa didn't understand why, but he approached her nonetheless.
Observing her up close, Mufasa realized that Cersei truly was breathtakingly beautiful at this moment. The Light of the West—it was no exaggeration.
Cersei gently cupped Mufasa's face with both hands.
"You don't seem to resemble Joff very much, Mufasa," she suddenly remarked.
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