Third Person POV
298 AC, Pentos
Illyrio Mopatis stood in his lush garden, watching Dominic Augustus ascend into the sky atop Dragonite, Charizard soaring beside him, with Missandei and Aeron Sand in tow. The air thrummed with the beat of their wings, and Illyrio's mind reeled. Magical creatures! Honest to gods! Where had this man, this so-called Golden King, acquired such beasts? The implications for Varys's carefully laid plans were catastrophic. Beside him, Viserys Targaryen seethed, his silver hair glinting in the sun as he shouted, "Illyrio, this is not our deal! I was not given my birthright! Those dragons are mine!"
Illyrio's patience frayed, but he kept his voice smooth. "Your Grace, I cannot alter the terms. The bride price was paid…" He gestured to a figure emerging from the khalasar. "Thankfully, we've secured you an advisor. Jorah!"
A grizzled man in worn armor stepped forward, kneeling before Viserys. "Your Grace," he said, his voice steady despite the tension.
"This is Ser Jorah Mormont," Illyrio explained. "He will guide you."
Viserys's eyes narrowed. "Good enough for now, I suppose. I have an army. But I demand everything that man has. He's spat in the face of the Last Dragon." He turned to Jorah. "You'll help me claim what's rightfully mine."
Illyrio watched Viserys stride toward the khalasar's leaders, his arrogance a beacon. They follow Dominic's orders for now, Illyrio thought, but that boy's attitude will get him killed. He began drafting a message to Varys, his mind racing with new plans to salvage their scheme.
Winterfell
Lord Eddard Stark stood before Winterfell's gates, the cold northern air biting as he awaited King Robert Baratheon. The rebellion was long over, yet Ned felt its weight—his family lost to the Mad King's cruelty, his nephew hidden as a bastard to shield him from harm. Jon Snow, the bastard of Winterfell, bore names that tormented Catelyn, but Ned could never reveal the truth. Better to take it to my grave, he thought as the royal guard's banners appeared.
Robert got off his horse, grinning. "You got fat!" he boomed, prompting a wry look from Ned.
They laughed, embracing warmly. "Cat!" Robert called, hugging Catelyn, then greeting their children with praise for their traits. "Winterfell is yours," Ned said, welcoming his old friend.
"Come, show me to the crypts," Robert said, ignoring Cersei's emergence from the carriage. "We've ridden all day, my love, surely the dead can wait."
"Ned, come," Robert insisted, brushing past her. The queen's children followed.
Arya asks, "Where's the Imp?" earning a glare from Cersei and her mother, then Cersei orders Jaime to fetch Tyrion.
"Well, that could've gone better," Robb Stark muttered to Theon Greyjoy.
"You're telling me," Theon replied. "If that's marriage, I'll stay single."
In the crypts, Robert stood silent before Lyanna's statue for twenty minutes. "Ned," he finally said, "I need your help. Something's changing. The kingdoms are weak."
"Rob, the Seven Kingdoms are loyal. No force can overtake us without dragons," Ned countered.
"I've read the reports," Robert said. "A new player in Essos, dragonspawn making alliances. My family hates me. We'd be united if not for that Targaryen devil."
"Let it go," Ned urged. "The Targaryens are across the sea, powerless. Lyanna wouldn't want you killing for her."
"Aye, but we both did," Robert shot back. "I'm king of the Seven Bloody Kingdoms. I want you as Hand of the King."
Ned knelt. "Your Grace, it's an honor, but my place is the North."
"You helped me take the throne. Help me protect it," Robert said, pinning the Hand's badge on Ned's chest.
That night, Catelyn fumed. "This is bad, Ned. Tell him no!"
"He's the king," Ned argued. "And Lysa's letter about Jon Arryn's death—I must find the culprit."
"How long?" she asked.
"A moon before we march south," Ned replied.
A week later, Ned and Robert hunting in the Wolfswood when a messenger galloped up. "My Lord, an emergency!" Jory Cassel called.
Ned raced to Winterfell, bursting into Bran's room. "What happened?!"
"We found him at the tower's base," Jaime Lannister said, his face grim. "I noticed him while returning from training."
"How did you see him?" Ned asked, rage simmering.
"A wolf was growling in the bushes," Jaime explained. "Then I saw your son."
Ned exhaled, gratitude warring with grief. "Thank you, Ser Jaime. If you need anything…"
"No thanks necessary," Jaime said. "I'm sorry it happened this way."
"Ned, we'll discuss what's to be done," Robert said. "Jaime, find your sister and brother for prayers."
Jaime left, his thoughts dark. He hadn't meant for Bran to fall—only to protect his and Cersei's secret. At the whorehouse, he found Tyrion. "Your presence is needed," Jaime called as a woman yelped, grabbing her clothes.
"Brother, must you interrupt?" Tyrion groaned, sitting up.
"One of Stark's sons has fallen from the wall," Jaime said, tossing him his pants. "Get up."
"Fallen?" Tyrion asked, dressing.
"Yes," Jaime said, recounting the scene.
"Those wolves will be grumpy," Tyrion noted. "Ah, yes, I'll be traveling to the Wall, avoiding our brother-in-law and his son,"
"Yeah, we need to move. You won't leave again until we do," Jaime said.
"Get our nephew first," Jaime said. "I'll fetch Cersei."
Tyrion said, giving Jaime a look. "Speaking of our nephew, he's been a pain since we got here."
"You'll have to get him. I've been instructed to get Cersei," Jaime said, walking with his brother.
"Ah, always the evil uncle to discipline," Tyrion said, seeing the castle. "We shouldn't keep His Majesty waiting. I'll see you once you get our sister."
At Cersei's door, Ser Meryn Trant blocked him. "Her Grace said no one enters, Kingslayer."
"This is the king's command," Jaime replied, shoving past. "Cersei!"
"What's going on?" Cersei demanded, startled.
"Bran Stark's injured," Jaime said. "Robert wants us for prayers."
"You wouldn't be in this mess if you'd controlled yourself," Cersei hissed, dressing.
"You're as much to blame," Jaime whispered. "The boy saw nothing. Our hands are clean."
"If he survives, we need a plan," Cersei said. "We can stage it as an assassin from Uruk, then we could rally the kingdoms."
"You're vindictive," Jaime muttered as they neared Bran's room.
Tyrion, meanwhile, entered the courtyard, dreading family gatherings. Joffrey accosted him, Sandor Clegane at his side. "Whoring before we've settled in this dump?" Joffrey sneered.
"Whores know the people best," Tyrion quipped. "Heard a boy was hurt?"
"Father's acting like it's an attack on him," Joffrey whined. "Why go to them?"
"It's expected, and you will go and offer your sympathies to them," Tyrion said
Joffrey tries to retort, but Tyrion smacks Joffrey. "Offer condolences to the Starks."
"How dare you?" Joffrey spat, silenced by another smack.
"Go," Tyrion ordered. Joffrey stormed off, Sandor warning, "He'll remember this."
"If he forgets, be a good Dog and make sure he remembers," Tyrion retorted, heading to castle.
Uruk
Daenerys Targaryen had been in Uruk a week, awestruck by its pristine streets and public baths, affordable for all. Her silk dress, woven from magical spider silk, hugged her curves, a gift from Dominic. One night, lying with Dominic and Missandei, he explained, "Uruk's silk comes from giant spiders, regulated in their forest by magic."
"They sound intelligent," Daenerys said skeptically.
"They are," Dominic chuckled. "The elder spiders keep order. Dragonite and Charizard ensure they behave. And occasionally me"
"What did you do?" Daenerys asked, seeing Missandei chuckle.
"He walked into their nest to protect us," Missandei said, shaking her head. "I've never seen such slaughter."
"It worked," Dominic said. "They're allies now, especially after Slaver's Bay's attack."
Daenerys shivered, recalling rumors of an army vanishing. Uruk's people thrived, their clothes lightweight, their lives vibrant. Dominic had gifted her the Mera Mera no Mi, granting body made of fire and power to control it, and taught her Haki, awakening her inner strength. Missandei became a kindred soul, though Daenerys initially wanted Dominic alone. Their passionate nights left her breathless, often unable to move, frustrating her.
In a bathhouse, she vented to Missandei. "He's too much for one of us," Missandei said, laughing. "I'm glad you're here. I can avoid a cum-filled stupor."
"You were in my position?" Daenerys asked, curious.
"Two magical years," Missandei said, blushing. "His magic strengthens him. He built Uruk in a week."
"How strong is he?" Daenerys asked, nervous.
"Insatiable, One time he took five girls to bed. The poor girls were delirious." Missandei replied.
"Did it work?" Daenerys asked, rubbing her thighs to hide her arousal.
"No, he was too much for five girls," Missandei said, shuddering at the memory. "He walked out, saw me, and pulled me in. It was my first time with another woman."
Lemon Warning
Missandei's hands slid from Daenerys's hair to her shoulders, then neck. "Want to feel exotic pleasure?" she whispered, sucking Daenerys's earlobe. "We can take him together."
Daenerys moaned as Missandei's hands grazed her breasts, her towel falling. "Do you want me to continue?" Missandei teased, pinching a nipple.
"Yes!" Daenerys gasped as Missandei's fingers slipped between her legs, curling inside. "Or my mouth?"
"All of it," Daenerys moaned as Missandei's tongue flicked her nipple, climbing atop her. "Domonic treats you well," Missandei said, lowering her mouth to Daenerys's core.
"Ahhh!" Daenerys cried, climaxing as Missandei lapped her juices. "You taste delicious, Dany," Missandei chuckled, kissing her, letting Daenerys taste herself.
"We have time to practice," Missandei said, her hand slipping back down.
"Yes!" Daenerys yielded, lost in pleasure.
Lemon End
Later, Dominic found them entwined, chuckling. Daenerys bonded with Missandei, exploring Uruk with her and Daemon, savoring cinnamon rolls and the city's vibrancy. Thoughts of Viserys lingered, though. "Domonic," she said one morning, resisting the urge to pull him back to bed, "have you heard about my brother?"
"No, which is good," he said, pulling on his pants. "He'd have hurt you if I'd left you with him."
"He's family," she said, recalling his slaps.
"I'll ensure he's cared for, but I can't stop his foolishness," Dominic said. "He's Khal now, but if he's not calm, he'll do something drastic."
"You don't think…" Daenerys trailed off.
"He demanded Dragonite and Charizard like they're his," Dominic said. "He'll come for them or your eggs if he knows they can hatch."
"They're not beasts!" Daenerys said, stroking Eevee, who'd scampered in, interrupting their moment.
Dominic grumbled, "Just when it was getting good, Eevee." Daenerys chuckled as Celebi joined, floating playfully.
As they played with the Pokémon, Dominic asked, "Dany, do you want the Iron Throne? We could take it in a day."
She laughed. "Why leave this peaceful life for a viper's pit?"
"How about a visit?" he suggested. "To see where your mother grew up, where your family ruled."
"They'd recognize me instantly," she said. "It'd start a war."
"I can change your hair and eye color with magic," he offered. "Would you go then?"
"Yes," she said, excited. "Where first?"
"The king's in Winterfell," he said. "How about there?"
"When?" she asked, eyes sparkling.
"Tomorrow morning," he said. "You, me, and Missy."