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Caraxes' scream tore through the sky as Daemon descended.
-ROOOOAR
But the beast—
Normally aggressive, fearless, eager for conflict—
Refused to cross the perimeter of White Harbor.
Its wings kept twitching.
Its pupils contracted.
Its whole body trembled like a hunted animal.
Daemon scowled.
"...."
"Caraxes, what in the seven hells is wrong with you?"
Caraxes only growled in deep fear.
And then Daemon's eyes finally caught sight of it—
The massive slithering shadow.
Three necks.
Three heads.
A god-sized silhouette in the clouds—
It vanished in the next lightning flash.
Daemon froze.
"...."
"What… was THAT…?"
Even he—
A dragon rider of pure Targaryen blood—
Felt his spine chill.
Caraxes finally forced himself down,
Though his arrival was shaky.
The ground troops of White Harbor raised weapons.
Their hands were trembling—
Not because of Daemon, but because of the dragon behind him.
Rhaenys, Rhaenyra, and Alicent hurried down from the hall balcony,
"...."
"...."
"...."
Waving for the northern guards to stand down.
Rickon Stark lowered his hand reluctantly,
Signaling his soldiers to hold formation but not attack.
Daemon dismounted Caraxes with an annoyed grunt.
His eyes immediately locked on Rhaenys.
"You! Tell me—what in all the hells was that monster I saw? And why is Caraxes afraid as if he faced the Black Dread himself?"
His voice cracked with genuine confusion and anger.
Caraxes nudged closer to him, shaking,
Like a frightened hound hiding behind its master.
Daemon had never seen him behave like this.
Rhaenys approached slowly.
Her expression was unusually serious—
Even sad.
Alicent stood beside her nervously,
Rhaenyra behind them with folded arms,
Staring at Daemon with sharp eyes.
Rhaenys exhaled.
-Sigh
"That creature you saw… It is called Ghidorah."
Daemon frowned.
"Is it a dragon?"
"No."
She shook her head.
"It is something far worse. Ancient. Powerful. Not of this world."
Daemon's breath hitched slightly.
"…And it fought our fleet?"
Rhaenys nodded slowly.
-Nod
Rickon Stark stepped forward.
"...."
His gaze held pure, burning anger.
"It didn't need to fight. Your traitor riders killed each other. Then Eldoria's king captured the dragons you sent to destroy us."
Daemon blinked twice.
"...."
-Blink -Blink
"Traitors? What traitors?"
Rhaenyra stepped closer—
Voice sharp like a blade.
"The ones Viserys trusted more than you."
Daemon jerked his gaze to her.
"Rhaenyra… what madness have you—"
She cut him off, full of cold anger.
"The madness is in King's Landing. Not here."
Alicent took a shaky breath and added softly.
"Your Grace… the dragon riders who came… were under Otto's direct command. Some betrayed Rhaenys. Some murdered their own brothers."
Daemon's expression twisted in disgust.
"...."
"That snake of a Hand… Of course."
He turned to Rhaenys more desperately now.
"But the monster—Ghidorah—who commands it? Aegon the Conqueror returned from the grave?"
Rhaenys shook her head.
"...."
She explained what happened here to him.
Daemon blinked.
"...."
-Blink
"…him?"
"Yes."
Rhaenys replied.
"King Leo Morningstar of Eldoria. Ghidorah answers to him."
Daemon just stared.
Then he looked at Caraxes.
"...."
Caraxes whimpered.
Daemon pointed at Leo, utterly speechless.
"THAT man commands THAT thing?"
Rhaenyra stepped forward proudly, chin raised.
"Yes. And he saved us. Saved Mother. Saved White Harbor. And he will stand with the North if Viserys tries anything again."
Daemon opened his mouth.
Closed it.
Opened it again.
Finally.
"…Seven hells."
He ran a hand through his hair.
"No wonder Caraxes almost pissed himself."
Caraxes grumbled in embarrassment.
-Grr...
"...."
Daemon inhaled deeply.
-Sigh
He looked at Rhaenyra—
His niece, the girl he expected to rise as Queen one day—
And said in a firm, almost desperate tone.
"Come back with me. Return to King's Landing. You take the Iron Throne—I will support your claim. Even if it means I must fight my own brother."
He meant every word.
Daemon Targaryen, the Rogue Prince,
The man who feared nothing—
Not death, not politics—
Was offering his loyalty openly.
But Rhaenyra only sighed.
-Sigh
She slowly shook her head.
"I won't come back, Uncle Daemon."
Daemon froze.
"…What?"
He stared at her like she had just confessed she hated dragons.
"You don't want the Iron Throne?"
"No."
Her voice was steady.
"I'm happier in Eldoria. It is a thousand times better than anything the Seven Kingdoms can offer."
Daemon took a stunned step back.
"...."
He had lived every moment of his life believing the throne was the ultimate prize.
The only prize.
To see someone reject it—
Someone with actual claim—
Made something in his chest twist.
He suddenly felt lost.
Like every purpose he'd clung to was… meaningless.
Daemon turned sharply to Rhaenys.
"You— you hated what Viserys did to Aemma. You've hated how the council ignored your claim. Surely you are with Rhaenyra. Surely YOU wish to overthrow him?"
Rhaenys' eyes softened with age and quiet fury.
"...."
She slowly shook her head.
"No, Daemon. I'm not here for politics."
He blinked.
-Blink
"Then what?"
Her breath trembled.
"I'm going to Eldoria… because Aemma is alive."
Daemon's brain stalled.
"…Alive?"
Previously when Rhaenyra said he saved her mother.
He thought he misheard,
But now hearing it for a second time he looked at her like she was crazy.
Rhaenyra stepped forward, finishing the revelation:
"Leo brought her back. He saved her. He is not a normal king. He is… something far greater."
Daemon frowned.
-Frown
"Greater how?"
Rhaenyra looked up at him with complete seriousness.
"He is a god."
Daemon stared at her.
"...."
Then at Alicent, who nodded silently.
Then at Rhaenys, whose face bore no trace of a lie.
Then at the northern soldiers—
Who looked at him seriously.
Then at Caraxes—
Who whimpered and hid behind Daemon like a frightened pup.
Daemon swallowed.
-Gulp
Hard.
"…A god?"
Rhaenyra nodded.
-Nod
"He commands monsters. Dragons fear him. He commands another worlds entirely."
Daemon ran a hand down his face.
"Seven hells… I came here expecting treason."
He laughed breathlessly.
"Instead I find gods walking among men. Are my niece gone crazy? as the rumours suggests..."
Finally regaining his composure,
He straightened his posture.
"Then I want to meet him. King Morningstar."
Rhaenyra lifted a hand.
"...."
Stopping him.
"Not now. He's resting."
Rhaenys added almost teasingly.
"We will introduce you later. Eldoria doesn't operate on Westerosi urgency."
Alicent chimed in softly not knowing Rhaenys was teasing her nephew.
Since she never saw him wait for someone.
Even if he wanted to meet Viserys he would bargain where ever he want's.
"Leo Morningstar decides his own timing… not us."
Daemon's eyebrow twitched.
-Twitch
"...."
He hated waiting.
Especially being told to wait.
But he looked around—
White Harbor saved from their dragon fleet.
The skies calm.
His dragon trembling.
His niece safe.
His aunt determined.
And the world itself changed beyond his imagination.
Daemon exhaled slowly.
"…Fine. I'll wait. But I WILL meet him."
Rhaenyra smiled lightly.
"You will."
Daemon muttered under his breath.
"If this man truly resurrected Aemma… then Viserys is in deeper trouble than he knows. Might have answer for my questions."
Morning sunlight filtered into the long meeting chamber of Manderly Hall.
Around the table sat:
Rickon Stark, grim but composed
Cregan Stark, attentive and serious
Lord Torrhen Manderly, stout and thoughtful
Ser Marlon Manderly, representing the port defenses
The Captain of the White Harbor Guard
Princess Rhaenys, calm but calculating
Daemon Targaryen, tapping his fingers impatiently
Rhaenyra, seated proudly beside Alicent
Alicent, quiet but no longer fearful
The table was filled with opened scrolls—
Dozens of them—
All bearing seals from houses across Westeros.
Some wax stamps were fresh red.
Others, old and faded.
But all of them said the same thing in different words.
"We accept Eldoria's trade."
"We will side with the North if conflict arises."
"We will not bow to a king who tries to kill dragon riders."
Only a few letters held more cautious tones—
From houses that stayed neutral, waiting to see where the winds blew.
And a smaller handful—
Those closest to the Crown—
Expressed "concern" about the North's behavior but did not outright reject Eldorian commerce.
Rickon Stark tapped the pile of scrolls.
"These are confirmations. These lords will be visiting White Harbor in person, with their bannermen. Not to negotiate… but to witness the truth for themselves."
Cregan added scratching his head.
"They want to see Princess Rhaenyra alive. And Alicent. And yes—King Morningstar."
Lord Manderly nodded gravely.
-Nod
"This is no longer a trade matter. This is the formation of a new political front. And every house wants to know where they stand before the Crown makes another mistake."
Daemon let out a short scoff.
"Mistake? Viserys has already made enough mistakes to fill the Red Keep. Now his weakness will make him the black spot on our blood."
Rhaenys sent him a sharp glance, though she didn't disagree.
"...."
Rhaenyra read another letter, voice steady.
"House Glover, House Mormont, House Umber… All loyal to the North. All accepting Eldoria's trade."
Alicent, reading a different scroll, added quietly:
"Even House Tully is cautious but leaning toward neutrality. They don't trust King's Landing anymore."
Daemon leaned back, arms crossed poring out his grievance.
"Of course they don't. They all saw the ravens. Ten dragon riders dead. Dragons slain. Fleet destroyed."
Rhaenys inhaled slowly.
"And the monster… Ghidorah… They won't forget that either."
The captain of White Harbor shivered at the memory.
"My men are still trembling. They've never seen dragons so terrified."
Rickon Stark stood and addressed the room.
"Every house that comes here will be gauging whether siding with Eldoria is safer than staying loyal to Viserys."
He paused, then glanced at Daemon.
"Meaning they want to know if the North is ready… for war."
Daemon's eyes flickered.
"With King Morningstar on your side, the war won't last long. if he is really a god?"
Rhaenyra smirked slightly.
-Smirk
"...."
Alicent frowned but didn't correct him.
-Frown
Rhaenys looked at Rickon.
"You realize what this means. If these lords see Eldoria's might firsthand…"
Rickon finished her sentence:
"…Westeros will no longer fear the Iron Throne."
Silence fell.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Even Daemon didn't joke.
Finally, Rhaenyra rose.
Her voice steadier than anyone expected.
"When these lords arrive, I will personally address them. They will know Viserys lost my loyalty the moment he killed my mother. And that Eldoria— not King's Landing— is my true home now."
Alicent nodded, for once fully agreeing.
-Nod
The meeting chamber fell into a hush as the doors opened.
Leo Morningstar stepped inside—calm, relaxed, eyes glowing faintly red in the dim light.
Instantly:
Rickon Stark stood.
Cregan followed.
Lord Manderly sharply straightened.
The Captain of White Harbor bowed.
Even Rhaenys rose with respect.
Only Daemon remained at the table—
"...."
Stunned for a heartbeat—
Before he stood slowly, eyes locked on Leo like he was staring at the sun.
Leo glanced briefly at everyone, then his gaze landed on Daemon.
"…You're here too?"
Daemon strode forward, serious, all arrogance put aside.
"I have questions."
Leo raised an eyebrow.
"...."
"Ask."
Daemon swallowed.
"...."
"Did you resurrect my sister-in-law… Queen Aemma?"
Leo blinked, confused why it mattered so much.
"...."
"Yes. She's alive. Healthy. With us."
Rhaenyra smirked in satisfaction.
Daemon's shoulders loosened—
As if a chain had just slipped off his soul.
But he wasn't finished.
Daemon stepped closer, voice low, trembling slightly.
"Are you truly… from another world?"
Leo let out a soft laugh and nodded.
-Nod
"Yes."
Daemon closed his eyes briefly,
As though confirming a fear and a hope at the same time.
Around the room, Rhaenys and the Starks watched with tight throats.
Everyone sensed it—
"...."
"...."
"...."
Daemon Targaryen was about to ask something monumental.
Daemon inhaled deeply.
Then he knelt.
The room froze.
Leo's eyes widened in shock.
Rickon Stark nearly dropped the scroll in his hand.
Rhaenyra covered her mouth.
Alicent stared in disbelief.
Rhaenys' heart stuttered.
Even Daemon himself trembled—
Not from fear, but from years of unanswered torment.
His voice cracked as he looked up at Leo.
"…What is my purpose?"
Leo blinked.
"...."
Daemon continued, desperation slipping into his tone:
"Why do we dream of blood… of fire… of a great darkness? Why does our bloodline burn with madness?"
His voice lowered further.
"Why do we… the Targaryens… lose ourselves?"
Silence swallowed the hall.
Rhaenyra stared, breath held.
Rhaenys gripped her skirt tightly.
Even Caraxes outside let out a low, uneasy rumble.
Daemon whispered.
"Why are we cursed?"
It was the question no Targaryen had ever spoken aloud.
The nightmare passed down through every generation.
The prophecy they didn't understand.
The madness they couldn't escape.
The room felt colder, as though the weight of centuries pressed down.
Daemon bowed his head further.
"You walk worlds. You bring back the dead. Dragons fear you. If anyone knows the truth… it should be you."
The hall waited—
Breathless—
For Leo to answer.
Even Leo himself felt the gravity of the moment.
Because this wasn't a political question.
It was a question of destiny.
Of prophecy.
Of blood.
Of why the Targaryens existed.
And every eye turned to Leo Morningstar—
The one man who might actually know.
Leo stared at Daemon's bowed head.
He could feel the weight of centuries pressing through the man's trembling hands,
The unspoken fear of a bloodline that both ruled and devoured itself.
He opened his mouth—
Then his system chimed silently in his mind.
[DING...]
[System Notice: Answer the Targaryen's question.]
Leo straightened subtly.
The system continued:
[Explanation: The Targaryen bloodline bears two external influences— the Old Gods and the New. For centuries, both factions have fed on Targaryen souls.]
Leo's eyes widened the slightest bit.
"...."
The system pushed further:
[Dragons and Targaryens share a bound pact.]
[This pact amplifies power… and madness.]
[Dragons' instinctive rage bleeds into human minds.]
[The gods feed on that chaos.]
[The dreams. The nightmares.]
[The prophecy. All manipulated.]
Leo exhaled slowly.
-Sigh
So that was the truth.
Daemon sensed Leo had an answer—he looked up, eyes intense.
"Tell me."
The room leaned in.
"...."
Leo stepped closer to Daemon but spoke loud enough for the chamber to hear.
His tone was calm, almost detached:
"Your madness is not your own."
Daemon blinked.
"...."
Rhaenyra inhaled sharply.
Leo continued.
"For thousands of years, the Old Gods and the New have fed on your family's souls."
The chamber fell silent.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Even the flames in the brazier seemed to listen.
"You Targaryens dream of fire and blood because gods feed you images… to shape you."
Daemon's face paled.
Leo raised a hand toward him—
Not touching, just hovering.
"Your bond with dragons amplifies it. Their instinct. Their rage. Their primal hunger… seeps into your mind."
Rhaenys gripped the table.
"So it is a curse."
Leo shook his head.
"Not a curse. A food source. You are cattle for gods."
The room sucked in a breath at once.
Daemon whispered.
"…We were used."
Leo nodded.
-Nod
"Your dreams of war? Not prophecy. The gods' whispers, feeding on fear."
Daemon's hands clenched.
Rhaenyra's jaw tightened.
Alicent looked sick.
Rickon Stark looked horrified.
Daemon rose slowly from his knees.
"...."
Not in rage.
Not in madness.
But in a cold, trembling clarity he had never known.
"So every Targaryen who went mad… every prince that broke… every dreamer who screamed in their sleep… was just…"
He swallowed harshly.
-Gulp
"…food?"
Leo didn't soften it.
"Yes."
Daemon closed his eyes.
For the first time since he was a boy—
He looked vulnerable.
"...."
"Is there a way to stop it?"
Everyone stared at Leo.
This was the question that could alter the fate of an entire dynasty.
Leo tilted his head, considering.
"...."
The system whispered:
[Host can sever divine influence if desired. But doing so may alter the realm's magical balance.]
Leo met Daemon's hopeful, desperate gaze.
"Yes… there is a way."
Daemon sucked in a sharp breath.
Rhaenyra's eyes widened.
Rhaenys stepped forward.
Alicent held her breath.
Rickon Stark felt chills crawl down his arms.
Daemon whispered.
"Tell me how."
Leo answered with a calmness that shook the room.
"You sever your bloodline from the gods."
Silence.
"...."
"...."
"...."
The kind that comes before storms.
Daemon's breathing steadied.
His jaw clenched.
"Then do it. Cut our bloodline free."
The room stiffened.
Everyone turned toward Leo.
But Leo only shook his head.
Not out of cruelty—
But out of cold, immovable logic.
"I can't."
Daemon's eyes widened.
"...."
"Why?"
Leo's expression hardened—
Not angry, but sharp like truth itself.
"Because right now, you are still Targaryen of Westeros."
"Your soul is legally claimed by the Old Gods and the New."
The weight of those words hit like a hammer.
But Leo wasn't finished.
He glanced around the room before returning his gaze to Daemon.
"If I sever your bond now, they will retaliate."
Rhaenyra swallowed.
-Gulp
"...."
Rhaenys tensed.
Alicent's eyes widened fearfully.
Daemon, to his credit, did not flinch.
"Let them come."
Leo shook his head again.
This time slower, heavier.
"It's not your life I'm worried about."
Daemon blinked.
"Then whose?"
Leo leaned forward slightly.
"Every Targaryen soul tied to them."
A silence so thick it crushed the air settled over the council.
Leo continued.
"Every ancestor you have, every descendant you might one day have… their souls are currency. If you cut the line without protection, the gods will reclaim their payment."
Daemon paled.
Rhaenys covered her mouth.
Rhaenyra's eyes shimmered with a trembling sadness.
Leo spoke the truth plainly:
"They will take your bloods souls. All of them."
Daemon's fists trembled.
Not from fear—
But from fury he'd never known he could feel.
Leo crossed his arms.
The red glow in his eyes intensified.
"However."
Daemon looked up sharply.
Leo explained.
"If you join Eldoria—become my vassal, my man, my subject—then your soul belongs to me, not them."
He pointed at Daemon's chest.
Not touching, but close.
"If you swear allegiance, I can sever the gods' claim."
Daemon's breath caught.
"...."
Leo continued, unwavering.
"Eldoria is beyond the reach of Old Gods and New. They cannot retaliate against someone under my banner."
The implication was massive.
A nuclear bomb dropped in silence.
Daemon swallowed hard.
"So… if I join you, you can break the curse?"
Leo nodded once.
-Nod
"Yes. But only then."
Daemon looked down.
His hands trembled with centuries worth of inherited madness.
His voice came out broken and raw.
"All my life… I thought madness was our nature."
Rhaenyra stepped forward gently.
"It wasn't."
Daemon closed his eyes.
"All our greatest kings… our greatest killers… every child driven insane… every dreamer who begged for the visions to stop…"
His voice cracked.
"…all because gods fed on us."
Tears didn't fall.
But they glimmered.
Daemon looked up at Leo.
Not as a prince.
Not as a warrior.
Not as a rogue.
But as a man who finally understood the weight of his bloodline.
"If I join you…"
"Will you protect them all those souls?"
Leo nodded.
-Nod
"Every Targaryen under my banner becomes mine. My protection is absolute."
Daemon whispered.
"…And you will free our minds? Our children? Our future?"
"I will free your bloodline forever."
Rhaenys wiped her eyes silently.
Rickon Stark bowed his head in respect.
Daemon, shaking, finally asked.
"What must I do?"
Leo simply extended his hand.
"Swear to Eldoria."
The room held its breath—
"...."
"...."
"...."
Because if Daemon Targaryen took that hand…
The entire fate of the Targaryen dynasty would change forever.
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