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Meleys let out a low, thunderous rumble.
-GROWL
Rhaenys Targaryen descended from her saddle with regal calm,
Landing lightly on the snow.
Her voice cut through the chaos like a blade.
"Stand down."
All eyes turned to her.
"...."
"...."
"...."
The elderly rider frowned.
-Frown
"Princess Rhaenys—"
"I said stand down."
Her tone left no room for argument.
The Red Queen behind her lowered her wings and settled, though her eyes stayed alert.
Rhaenys stepped toward the guards of White Harbor, expression unreadable.
"...."
"We are here for diplomacy first, not destruction."
The old rider scowled.
"Our orders are clear. Capture Leo Morningstar."
Rhaenys's violet eyes narrowed slightly.
-Frown
"...."
"Our orders are from a frightened king manipulated by a Hand who sees threats in every shadow."
Gasps spread through the ranks of riders.
She turned to the guards.
"I will speak to your lord—Rickon Stark. No fire. No arrests. Not until I understand why two young women chose Eldoria over their own families."
The elderly rider gritted his teeth.
-Grit
But he did not contradict her.
Even among Targaryens,
Rhaenys commanded respect.
The only reason why she couldn't ascend the iron throne is she is a women.
And fear.
Hoof-beats thundered through the snow.
-Thud -Thud.
-Thud -Thud.
Cregan Stark and Rickon Stark appeared with twenty mounted soldiers,
"...."
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Arriving swiftly from Manderly Hall after receiving urgent word.
Rickon dismounted in one motion.
His voice carried authority sharpened by northern steel.
"White Harbor is under NORTHERN protection."
He faced the riders, gaze steady.
"You threaten dragonfire on my people for a political squabble you barely understand."
The elderly dragon rider's face twisted.
"Stark—step aside. We are here for a criminal king."
Rickon barked a short laugh.
-Pfft!
"He is a guest of the North. Protected under our laws. Attack him…"
He gestured around at the harbor.
"…and you wage war against the North."
Even the dragons grew quiet by the atmosphere.
Rhaenys took a slow breath.
"Lord Stark… we seek only answers."
Rickon stared at her.
"Then you shall get them. From the King of Eldoria himself."
The tense standoff at White Harbor was at its peak—
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The dragons restless, the Starks unmoving,
Rhaenys trying to maintain fragile diplomacy.
Then—
WOOOOOMMMMM—
A low, thunderous hovering sound rolled across the harbor.
Snow swirled.
Wind shifted.
Heads turned upward.
And descending through the cold northern air came Leo Morningstar,
Mounted on a jet-black horse with a blood-red mane,
Perfectly calm as if the dragons below were nothing more than house cats.
Riding beside him.
Rhaenyra Targaryen, hair tied back, eyes blazing with fierce independence.
Alicent Hightower, nervous but resolute, riding her own mare.
Behind them rode twenty Eldoria Knights,
Armored in obsidian-black plate with glowing crimson lines—
Like living embodiments of controlled fire.
Their presence alone made seasoned soldiers step back.
The three dismounted gracefully.
Leo walked forward, boots crunching softly against snow and cobblestone.
But before he even spoke,
It happened—
Every dragon present—
From young, medium-sized mounts to even the mighty Meleys—
RECOILED.
Their heads snapped back.
Their pupils narrowed.
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Scales along their necks lifted like frightened cats raising fur.
A deep, guttural growl came from each one.
Not aggression.
Fear.
Instinctive fear.
Even Meleys, proud and old, lowered her head a fraction—
Scanning Leo with caution, rumbling nervously while positioned protectively in front of Rhaenys.
Dragonriders gasped.
-Gasp
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"...."
Guards froze.
Rhaenys Targaryen herself stiffened, her face draining of color.
"What… what is this?"
She whispered.
Dragons did not fear men.
Ever.
Yet here they stood,
Stepping backward from Leo Morningstar as though the very essence in him was more ancient and terrifying than dragon flame itself.
Rhaenyra smirked slightly.
-Smirk
Alicent swallowed hard.
-Gulp
"...."
Even she felt the strange pressure radiating from Leo.
Rickon Stark and Cregan exchanged incredulous glances.
Leo, utterly unfazed, continued walking forward.
He stopped before Rhaenys.
The dragon riders instinctively reached for weapons—
Meleys growled low.
-Grr
But Leo simply bowed his head slightly in noble courtesy,
Extending his hand gently.
"Princess Rhaenys Targaryen."
He lifted her hand with elegant calm…
And placed a soft, gentlemanly kiss upon her knuckles.
Gasps echoed across the harbor.
Even Rhaenys—
Hardened, composed, always regal—
Momentarily froze.
"...."
No one approached her like this.
Certainly not while her dragon trembled behind her.
Rhaenys pulled her hand back slowly,
Eyes narrowed but intrigued.
-Frown
"So… you the King of Eldoria finally decided to come out..."
Leo smiled lightly.
"Indeed. Leo Morningstar, at your service."
The old dragonrider from earlier finally snapped out of his shock.
"You dare mock—"
But Meleys suddenly snarled at him, not Leo.
As if warning him not to interrupt.
Rhaenys raised a hand sharply.
Silence returned.
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"...."
Leo stepped forward, gaze sweeping over the assembled riders.
Calm.
Cold.
Unshaken.
"If you have come to threaten my people, my allies, or interfere with the North…"
His eyes glowed faintly crimson for a brief moment.
"…then we will resolve this quickly."
The dragons shuddered again.
Even Rickon Stark felt the hair on his arms stand up.
Rhaenys inhaled deeply, steadying herself.
"We came for answers, King Morningstar—not war."
Leo tilted his head thoughtfully.
"Then answers you shall have."
The harbor remained frozen in tension.
Dragons trembling.
Riders bewildered.
Starks calm but ready.
Eldoria Knights silent and deadly.
Rhaenyra and Alicent standing beside Leo, a united front.
Rhaenys composed herself and stepped forward.
"Then let us speak privately. Before someone does something… irreversible."
Leo nodded.
-Nod
"Lead the way, Princess Rhaenys."
And for the first time in her life…
Rhaenys felt as if she was the one being led.
Manderly Hall...
The grand hall of House Manderly had never held a meeting like this.
At the center table:
Leo Morningstar, calm and unreadable,
Rhaenyra, hands folded, eyes steady,
Alicent, nervous but resolute,
Rickon Stark, observing quietly,
Ten dragon riders, standing behind Rhaenys like a wall of scaled authority.
Princess Rhaenys, "The Queen Who Never Was," poised like a blade
The tension weighed heavily in the air.
Outside, the dragons circled eerily—
Still unsettled by Leo's presence.
After several minutes of silence,
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Rhaenys finally spoke.
Her voice was not hostile—
Just painfully direct.
"Rhaenyra… why did you abduct Alicent that day?"
"And why have you rejected your title?"
"What changed you so much that you hate the father you once adored?"
Rhaenyra did not flinch.
"...."
She looked straight into Rhaenys' violet eyes.
And answered with a single sentence.
"It was my mother's idea."
Gasps rippled through the hall.
-Gasps
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Rhaenys stiffened.
Her eyes widened.
"Aemma… asked you to abduct Alicent?"
Her voice trembled slightly.
"That makes no sense. Why would she—"
Rhaenyra continued, firm and cold.
"She told me that if I did not save Alicent… Alicent would become my greatest enemy."
The hall went silent.
"...."
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The dragon riders looked between one another, stunned.
Alicent's eyes widened.
She stared at Rhaenyra in disbelief,
Hurt flickering across her face even though she knew what would have happened if she stayed there.
Rhaenys, heart pounding, spoke again.
"Rhaenyra… Aemma was my closest friend. Did she… tell you something before her death?"
Her voice cracked slightly.
"I was not there for her that day. Not for her pain. Not for her suffering."
Her eyes glistened.
The guilt of years weighed on her shoulders.
"Please. Tell me what she said. I deserve to know."
Rhaenyra's expression softened.
"...."
But beneath that softness was a deep, simmering rage.
She took a shaky breath.
"My mother didn't die that day."
The room froze.
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"...."
"...."
Rhaenys whispered.
"…what did you say?"
Rhaenyra continued, voice colder than northern winter.
"She would have been killed."
Alicent looked at her sharply, but Rhaenyra didn't stop.
"Cut open like livestock while conscious. Begging. Screaming. Alone."
Rhaenys' lips parted, horror washing over her.
"Viserys… would never—"
"He DID."
Rhaenyra snapped, slamming her palm on the table.
The dragon riders flinched.
"He ordered them to cut her open to save his prophecy-born son."
Rhaenyra's voice broke.
"She died thinking her husband chose a story… over her life as a human. And was saved by him"
A tear slipped down Rhaenys' cheek as she pointed at Leo.
"…Aemma…"
Rhaenyra continued, quieter now.
"Mother cursed him as she died. She refused to look at him. She told me… she no longer had a husband."
The hall drowned in sorrow and contained fury.
Alicent swallowed hard.
-Gulp
Rickon Stark closed his eyes, murmuring a prayer.
Rhaenys placed a hand on her chest, shaken.
"Then why abduct Alicent?"
She whispered.
Rhaenyra looked at Alicent.
For a moment, their old friendship flickered in their eyes.
"Because mother said the realm would tear itself apart if Alicent stayed at red keep Otto will definitely push her to father."
"That she would be used against me… forced against me… and one day, we might be enemies drenched in blood."
Alicent's breath trembled.
She could not deny it.
Her father Otto had already moved her like a pawn all her life.
And after looking at what will happen if Leo or Rhaenyra didn't save her that time through the Tv.
Rhaenys slowly turned her head toward Leo.
Her eyes—
Normally calm and unreadable—
Now blazed with a storm of hope, fear, and suspicion.
"...."
She studied his relaxed posture…
His unreadable smile…
And the way Rhaenyra and Alicent stood near him with unshakable trust.
Finally, she spoke.
Low. Controlled.
But trembling.
"King Morningstar… Rhaenyra speak of Aemma as though she… did not die."
The dragon riders shifted.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Some swallowed hard.
-Gulp
Some frowned.
-Frown
Some looked at Leo like they were staring at a sorcerer out of legend.
Leo tilted his head, lips curling slightly.
"Because she did not."
Silence.
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"...."
A deep, suffocating silence.
Rhaenys's chair scraped loudly as she stood to her feet,
-THUD
Hands slamming against the table.
Her voice cracked for the first time in years.
"Where is she?!"
Her breath trembled.
"Where is Aemma Arryn…?! Tell me at once!"
Rhaenyra bit her lip, remembering her mother's new existence.
Rickon Stark straightened,
Sensing this moment was heavy enough to shift alliances.
Leo spoke gently, as if soothing a wild flame:
"You may meet her."
Rhaenys's eyes widened—
Glimmering with hope she didn't dare believe.
"Then bring her here. Now."
Leo shook his head softly.
"That, I cannot do."
Rhaenys narrowed her eyes.
"Why not?"
Leo clasped his hands behind his back.
"Because she no longer belongs to the Seven Kingdoms."
The riders muttered uneasily.
Rhaenys inhaled sharply.
"Explain."
Leo smiled—
Not mockingly, but like someone revealing a secret woven into fate.
"Aemma Arryn lives in Eldoria."
"Alive. Whole. Free of pain."
"But she is no longer Queen Aemma Arryn…"
He paused, watching the shock spread across every face.
Then finished.
"She is now my vampire bride, Aemma of Eldoria."
Even through she couldn't understood what it means vampire bride.
She could understand by the term bride that Aemma must have a close relationship with the king Leo before her.
"...."
Rhaenys swallowed hard, trying to steady her breath.
-Gulp
The sharp, proud Princess of the Realm looked… fragile.
Like a woman who had mourned a dear friend… only to learn the grief was a lie.
"Is she well?"
Leo nodded.
-Nod
"Stronger than ever. Free from suffering. Free from fear."
Her voice cracked.
"And she remembers me?"
Leo nodded again.
-Nod
"She speaks of you fondly."
Rhaenys closed her eyes—one tear slipping free.
"Then… then I must see her."
Leo stepped forward.
"Then come to Eldoria. We will not harm you there. Your honor will be protected."
Rhaenys exhaled shakily.
"And you promise she is truly… herself? Not enslaved? Not controlled?"
Rhaenyra lifted her chin.
"She is free. More free than she ever was in the Red Keep."
Leo finished calmly.
"I do not control my brides. I protect them."
Rhaenys looked around the hall.
The Starks stood firm.
The riders looked uncertain.
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"...."
"...."
The dragons outside circled, uneasy.
And Leo… Leo radiated a presence that even dragons feared.
Finally, she spoke.
"Then I will fly with you to Eldoria."
The riders gasped.
"Princess Rhaenys—!"
But she raised a hand sharply.
"If Aemma lives, I will see her."
"If this is a trick… I will know."
"And if it is truth…"
Rhaenys was just forming her next words—
When the elderly dragon rider,
The same man who had glared with thinly veiled hatred earlier, stepped forward.
His eyes were cold.
Emotionless.
Calculated.
"...."
He spoke loudly, voice echoing through the hall.
"I repeat the order of King Viserys."
"Arrest the so-called King of Eldoria. Do not be swayed by fantasies or the babbling of a deranged princess."
The tension snapped.
"...."
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"...."
He drew his sword with a metallic hiss—
And pointed it directly at Rhaenys Targaryen.
The hall gasped.
-Gasp
Rhaenys's eyes widened with fury.
"…You dare point steel at me?"
But the old man only smirked.
"If the Queen Who Never Was commits treason… She will die like the rest."
A thick silence choked the air.
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"...."
He continued, voice dripping venom:
"The Hand has promised me the position of Commander of the Dragonriders."
Rhaenyra's jaw tightened.
"...."
Rickon Stark rose halfway from his seat, anger flaring.
Alicent paled, shaking her head.
But the old rider wasn't done.
"Daemon is unstable. You, Rhaenys, cling to your old loyalties. The King needs new blood. Loyal blood."
His sword never wavered.
Before anyone could react—
Five dragon riders behind him unsheathed their blades.
Rhaenys looked at them in disbelief.
"What are you doing—?"
But suddenly—
SHNK—
The other five dragon riders—
Those loyal to Rhaenys—
Were struck down, each pierced from behind without warning.
Bodies collapsed.
Swords clattered to the ground.
Gasps filled the hall as five of the Seven Kingdom's precious riders fell in an instant.
Even without gore described, the impact of betrayal rocked the room like thunder.
Rhaenys's voice cracked with rage.
"ARE YOU MAD!? You just murdered half the realm's dragon riders!"
The old man sneered.
-Sneer
"Tools can be replaced. Power cannot."
Alicent Covered her mouth, horrified.
"Father… what have you done…?"
Rhaenyra Stepped protectively in front of Alicent, glare burning.
Rickon Stark Hand lowered to his sword.
"This is an act of war."
The remaining five loyal-to-Otto riders
Spread into a combat formation, creating a barrier between Leo and Rhaenys.
The entire room shook with tension.
And yet—
Leo Morningstar simply leaned back in his chair.
"...."
Arms relaxed.
Expression bored.
He looked at the traitorous riders as though they were not enemies…
But clowns on a stage.
A smirk tugged at his lips.
-Smirk
"Finished?"
Every head turned to him.
His voice was soft.
Calm.
Cold.
"Good. Now that you've revealed your true colors…"
Rhaenys stepped beside Leo, fury blazing in her violet eyes.
"You have committed the highest treason. You threaten me, you slaughter dragon riders, and you insult my friend's memory."
She pointed at them.
"You are no longer servants of the Crown. You are traitors."
The old man laughed.
-Haha
"The Crown is with us. You are the traitors."
Meanwhile at the sky...
The moment the five traitor riders struck down their comrades—
Something snapped in the sky.
The dragons of the murdered riders,
Who had been circling anxiously,
Suddenly felt their bonded souls vanish.
A dragon's spirit is tied to its rider.
When that bond breaks violently—
Rage is born.
A piercing, heart-shaking roar ripped through the heavens.
-ROOOOAR!
One massive blue-scaled dragon banked sharply, eyes blazing with grief and fury as it dove toward White Harbor.
But before it could descend—
WHOOOSH—
A traitor dragon slammed into it from the side, claws raking across its neck.
Another dragon joined.
Then a third.
Then a fourth.
The skies erupted into chaos.
The citizens of White Harbor fled in panic as flames streaked across the sky.
Buildings shook.
Ships rocked violently in their moorings.
Two dragons tumbled across the clouds, snapping, tearing, shrieking in agony.
A third dragon spiraled downward, wings torn, barely catching itself before hitting the sea.
A massive red dragon—
Belonging to one of the slain riders—
-ROOOOOAAARRR!!!
Unleashed a blast of fire so powerful the snow on rooftops instantly evaporated.
But the traitor's brown dragon countered with its own flame,
The blasts colliding mid-air and exploding in a thunderous shockwave.
Ice shattered.
Windows blew out.
People screamed and ducked.
Rickon Stark who hurried to the window of the meeting room shouted commands at the knights to pull civilians into the keep.
Even hardened northern warriors stared upward, pale-faced.
"Gods… They're tearing each other apart…"
Rhaenys's dragon, Meleys, screeched in fury.
Her rider's distress.
The slaughter of comrades.
The betrayal she felt through the bond.
It all fueled her rage.
With a thunderous flap,
Meleys launched herself from the harbor cliffs and soared into the storm of wings.
Her roar echoed across the North.
The traitor dragons faltered in her presence—
The Red Queen was older, stronger, a seasoned war drake.
Meleys dove straight into the melee, slamming one traitor dragon away from a wounded one, protecting it.
Children clung to their mothers.
Sailors shielded their heads as burning debris fell.
Merchants abandoned their stalls.
The sky was a battlefield.
A dancer's weave of fire, wings, teeth, and screams.
One northern fisherman looked up, trembling.
"This is… this is not war… This is the wrath of gods…"
Manderly Hall...
Inside Manderly Hall,
The ground vibrated with every impact in the air.
Flames lit the windows with an orange glow.
Rhaenyra rushed to the balcony and gasped at the sight.
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Alicent covered her ears, trembling.
Rhaenys clenched her fists, fury burning in her eyes.
"They would even murder dragons… Just to seize power."
Rickon Stark grit his teeth.
-Grit
"This madness will burn the realm."
Leo stepped beside them, calm despite the chaos.
A faint smile tugged at his lips.
"Let them rage. Dragons answer to strength… not treachery."
He lifted a hand lazily.
Shadows stirred around his feet.
The Eldoria Knights tensed, awaiting his command.
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