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Dragonpit...
The courtyard of the Dragonpit,
Already shrouded in tension,
Seemed to still completely as Leo Morningstar's declaration echoed through the air.
The words struck like a hammer.
Otto Hightower's expression darkened immediately,
"...."
The smile he wore for the court faltering.
Behind his eyes, a storm of calculations churned.
'A king…? A land none have heard of?'
After at the duel of Leo and Deamon and he defeated him Otto has been investigating about this Eldoria kingdom.
But no matter who he investigated they don't know it.
Even the merchant from across seas don't know about this kingdom.
If Eldoria truly existed —
And held the power Leo had displayed —
Then every careful scheme Otto had been weaving unraveled in an instant.
"...."
Across the assembled nobles,
The reaction was just as sharp.
Whispers burst like sparks.
"Another kingdom? I tried to find the kingdom he mentioned but couldn't get any information about its existence."
"Could it be across the Narrow Sea?"
"If he's a king, then—"
Otto's jaw tightened.
"...."
He watched Rhaenyra's hand still resting in Leo's,
Fingers entwined with open boldness before the realm.
It was a statement more daring than any word.
'If she marries him… if she bears his heir,'
His thoughts hissed,
'then her bloodline would rule two thrones.'
And there was nothing he could do —
Not yet.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Not in front of a grieving king and the eyes of every noble in King's Landing.
So Otto bowed his head, jaw clenched so tightly it hurt.
'I'll wait. Let this funeral end. Then I'll move my pieces again.'
The crowd's murmur faded when Viserys found his voice.
"Rhaenyra,"
He said, disbelief and anger blending in his tone,
"what are you doing?"
Every noble eye turned to her.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Even Daemon, who had been watching with amused curiosity,
Leaned forward slightly.
But Rhaenyra didn't flinch.
She turned, looked at her father —
"...."
And then back at Leo.
Without breaking eye contact with the court,
She led him up the stone steps toward the dais where the royal family stood.
The crowd parted for her; no one dared to stop her.
The weight of hundreds of gazes pressed on her back,
The whispers of scandal already spreading like wildfire.
But Rhaenyra's steps didn't falter.
At the top of the steps,
She paused before her empty seat —
The one meant for her as heir.
Then she turned, her hand still linked with Leo's, and faced her father.
The hush was absolute.
Viserys looked torn —
Between disbelief, fury, and confusion.
"Rhaenyra—"
Before he could finish,
With deliberate calm,
She rested her hand on Leo's shoulder and guided him toward it.
The gesture was unmistakable.
Leo, realizing her intent, allowed it without resistance, lowering himself with quiet composure.
"...."
His crimson eyes flicked briefly to the nobles below, unreadable but faintly amused.
Rhaenyra turned, her voice clear and steady enough to carry.
"If the realm needs to see its princess."
And before anyone could speak,
She took her place —
Sitting on his lap,
Close enough that the message was unmistakable.
The gasp that followed rippled through the entire assembly.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Viserys's lips parted in shock.
Otto's face turned nearly white with rage he dared not show.
Daemon let out a sharp laugh that broke the silence, half in disbelief, half in admiration.
Haha~
"Seven hells,"
He murmured, grinning under his breath.
Grin~
"The girl's got fire."
Below them, the nobles whispered,
Scandalous and afraid,
As dragons above shifted uneasily —
Sensing the shift of destiny that rolled like thunder through the air.
And Leo?
He simply leaned back slightly, eyes half-lidded,
His voice low enough only Rhaenyra could hear.
"You realize you've just declared war on your father's court."
The courtyard had gone still again,
Rhaenyra's gaze, defiant and sharp, swept across the gathered nobles.
Her fingers brushed lightly against Leo's gauntlet—
Not for reassurance, but as an anchor.
Even through her fury and pride,
She could feel it—
The strange gravity that bound her to him.
It wasn't love, not yet,
But it was, deeper—
An instinctive pull between predator and flame,
Between man and women.
Still, her mind was clear.
This wasn't about romance or rebellion alone.
It was about truth.
She had no intention of staying in this viper's nest any longer after her mother's order,
Of bowing before a father who had chosen prophecy over family.
Her brother's death—
Her murder—
Had stripped away every illusion of honor the Iron Throne pretended to hold.
'Why save a king's pride when he traded a queen's life for his dream?'
She would not.
Her eyes turned toward the bier where "Queen Aemma" lay.
The illusion still shimmered faintly—
Convincing to all but her and Leo.
To everyone else,
It was the lifeless body of a beloved queen and her son.
But Rhaenyra could see the truth.
The Grand Maester, bound in silent terror,
"...."
Trapped beneath the illusion's skin.
His eyes darted desperately beneath his false guise,
His soul screaming through the mask that Leo had crafted for him.
No one else saw it.
Not her father, not Otto, not the court.
Only she and Leo.
The priest intoned the final words of the funeral rite.
"From fire we came, and to fire we shall return. Blood of the dragon, flame of our line—rise in ash and song eternal."
Viserys lifted his weary gaze toward the pyre.
His hand trembled as he gestured to the sky.
"Let it be done,"
He said softly.
But the realm had lost its great dragon.
Balerion the Black Dread was long dead,
And the king's own mount had perished years ago.
So the duty fell to his daughter's dragon—
Syrax.
The golden beast crouched low, massive wings stirring the air.
For a moment,
Her glowing eyes turned toward her rider, awaiting the command.
Rhaenyra met her dragon's gaze.
There was no fear there, no hesitation—
Only an understanding that went beyond words.
Beside her, Leo's eyes flicked toward the pyre,
Catching the faint shimmer of movement—
The struggling Maester beneath the illusion, his panic growing.
He could smell the fear rolling off him in waves.
"...."
Rhaenyra's jaw tightened.
"It ends now,"
She whispered.
The crowd watched in reverent silence as Syrax opened her jaws.
Firelight danced along her teeth, heat rippling through the air.
But in that single instant—
Before flame met flesh—
The illusion wavered, just slightly.
The Maester's muffled scream escaped in a stifled gasp,
Masked by the roar that followed.
BOOM.
A torrent of golden fire engulfed the pyre.
The crowd bowed their heads in mourning.
To them, it was a queen and child returning to the flame.
But to Leo and Rhaenyra, it was judgment.
The illusion dissolved within the fire,
Exposing the truth for only a moment—
A charred, bound figure writhing within the inferno,
His cries lost beneath Syrax's roar.
Leo stood still beside her, his crimson eyes reflecting the flames.
His voice, low and calm, carried only to Rhaenyra's ears.
"Justice burns clean, doesn't it?"
Rhaenyra didn't answer.
"...."
She only watched until the fire died down,
Until there was nothing left but ash and silence.
Then she turned her back on the pyre—
And on the court that had killed her mother.
Without waiting for the king's word, she took Leo's hand again.
The gasps returned, echoing across the Dragonpit like whispers of treason.
Viserys took a step forward, eyes wide.
"Rhaenyra—what are you doing?"
She looked at him one last time, her voice quiet but unshakable.
"Leaving."
Viserys's voice was faint, cracking with disbelief.
"Rhaenyra… come back."
She didn't look at him.
She simply climbed the steps to Syrax's side,
Her cloak snapping in the wind.
Leo followed her with the same calm detachment,
His crimson eyes glowing faintly as if the very air bent to his will.
But before she could swing herself onto the dragon's saddle,
"...."
Rhaenyra's gaze caught on a familiar face among the crowd.
Alicent Hightower.
Her dearest friend stood frozen, pale and trembling,
Her green eyes wide with a mix of shock and hurt.
'When did she become this reckless?'
'How could she keep secrets from me?'
The questions flickered across Alicent's face—
"...."
Raw, pained disbelief.
Rhaenyra hesitated.
"...."
For a heartbeat...
The memory of the previous night came rushing back.
Her mother's voice, calm and sorrowful, warning her of what was to come.
"Your father will remarry. They will call it duty, prophecy, destiny… but it will be betrayal all the same."
Those words echoed inside her now,
The truth of them cold and sharp.
She looked at Alicent again.
"...."
"...."
The confusion, the innocence,
The trust that still lingered in her friend's eyes…
It all twisted into a silent realization.
'So there is a high chance they'll choose Alicent for him. If Otto didn't loose his mind.'
Without another word,
She turned back to Syrax and climbed onto her back.
Leo followed smoothly,
Gripping the dragon's harness.
Syrax roared—
ROOOARRR!!!
A cry that rolled across the city like thunder—
And leapt from the stone platform.
The crowd ducked and screamed as wind and fire exploded around them.
Viserys stumbled forward, shouting over the chaos,
"Stop them! Bring her back!"
Other dragonriders moved, preparing to mount—
Until Syrax shifted suddenly midair,
Her wings cutting through the smoke as she dove low over the courtyard.
Gasps and shouts erupted as her claws reached down—
And in a blur of motion,
Alicent was lifted screaming into the air.
Kyaaa!!!
"...."
"Alicent!"
Otto's horrified voice tore through the din,
His composure shattering.
He took a step forward, hand outstretched helplessly as his daughter was carried off by the dragon.
"No—no! Bring her down!"
But Syrax was already ascending,
Her massive wings beating against the wind,
Each stroke carrying them higher and farther from the Red Keep.
Below, Otto stood frozen in disbelief, his face drained of color.
"...."
"...."
His mind raced with a thousand thoughts—
Panic, fear, fury.
'She took her. She took my daughter. The princess has lost her mind.'
Daemon watched, wide-eyed and half-laughing.
Haha~
"Seven hells… the girl's got more crazy than I thought."
Viserys turned to him, enraged.
"This isn't a jest, Daemon!"
But Daemon only shrugged,
His eyes following the vanishing speck in the sky.
"No, brother. It's history."
Up above the clouds,
Syrax soared—
Her three passengers silhouetted against the light of the sun.
Alicent clung desperately to the harness,
Her heart pounding,
The wind tearing at her hair.
Rhaenyra didn't look back;
"...."
Her expression was cold, resolute.
Leo, seated behind her,
Only glanced sideways with the faintest smirk.
Smirk~
"So,"
He murmured over the wind,
"we're bringing a guest."
Rhaenyra's answer was low, her tone unreadable.
"She's part of this story whether she knows it or not."
And with that, the dragon disappeared into the horizon,
Leaving a kingdom in uproar below them.
High above the clouds,
The wind howled against them—
Syrax's wings slicing through the air like golden blades of light.
The horizon stretched wide and endless, the Seven Kingdoms a fading scar beneath them.
Then, in Leo's mind, the system's voice chimed sharply, layered with its usual mechanical calm.
[DING...]
[System Notification: Perfect Kingdom Set – Assimilation Completed(100%).]
[Location: Eldoria Island]
[Bonus Rewards Granted.]
Leo blinked once, his eyes flickering red as lines of data filled his vision.
[DING...]
[Reward Details:]
[— Fully Developed Capital City: Citadel of Dawnfire (Central Castle, Market, and Harbor established).]
[— Resident Populace (10,000+): Multiple Races Unlocked — Humans, Elves, Dwarves, Beastkin, Half-Giants, and Spirits.]
[— Magical Wildlife Established — 25 Dragons, 30 Dragon Eggs, and assorted magical beasts from prior worlds.]
[— Standing Army (Tier A): 20,000 Soldiers, Knights, and Magi bound by loyalty to the Host.]
[— System Note:Additional Races and Creatures may be unlocked as Host interacts with new worlds.]
Leo let out a low whistle, amused.
Whistle~
"Well,"
He muttered under his breath,
"that's… a little more than I expected."
Rhaenyra turned her head slightly, hair whipping in the wind.
"...."
"What happened?"
He looked at her, a faint smile tugging at his lips.
"Time to go back to my kingdom."
Rhaenyra paused for a moment.
"...."
"The Kingdom of Eldoria,"
He said simply.
"Awaits us."
Her expression softened for a brief moment before she realized what he meant.
"Now?"
Leo nodded once, calm and certain.
Nod~
He turned his gaze to the trembling Alicent,
Who was clinging desperately to the dragon's harness, her eyes wide in sheer panic.
Her pale knuckles were gripping the reins so tightly that her fingers trembled.
"Please tell me,"
She said breathlessly,
"this is some kind of nightmare."
Leo gave her a sidelong glance and smirked faintly.
Smirk~
"If it is, at least it's a beautiful one."
Alicent glared at him, completely out of her depth.
"You're insane."
Rhaenyra, still seated before him, didn't even turn around.
Her voice carried softly against the wind.
"You'll understand soon, Alicent. Its for your own good."
He decided to use Appartion.
Leo placed a hand on Rhaenyra's shoulder and looked to Syrax.
"Be careful, girl. We're going home."
He spoke in High Valyrian, his words resonating that Syrax instinctively obeyed.
since its master trusts this scary man.
The dragon let out a low growl,
Grr~
Her wings steadying as the air around them began to twist.
Alicent gasped feeling like she her head along with her body is spinning rapidly
"What's happening?!"
She screamed, clutching tighter to the dragon's harness.
Leo's eyes glowed crimson as he murmured calmly,
"We're going to Eldoria."
And in the next heartbeat, they were gone.
The air where they had been shimmered faintly, then stilled, leaving only silence.
Eldoria Kingdom...
The moment they emerged,
The sky above them flared open with radiance.
Eldoria spread beneath them like a dream made real.
The island was vast, larger than any single kingdom of men.
To the west, golden dunes rolled into the horizon, kissed by an eternal sunset that bathed the desert citadels in amber glow.
To the east, jagged cliffs plunged into a roaring ocean, waves lashing against the black stone walls of seaside fortresses.
The center of the realm was a vast emerald valley, threaded with rivers of light that flowed from a colossal crystal spire—
The heart of the capital, Dawnfire Citadel.
All the knowledge about the kingdom entered Leo's mind.
Towering castles and smaller towns ringed the citadel,
Their spires gleaming under the sun.
Roads paved in luminous stone linked them like veins of silver.
In the distance, dragons soared between mountain peaks, their scales flashing crimson, gold, and obsidian.
Beyond them, the storm-wrapped northern range pulsed faintly with lightning,
Where other ancient creatures made their lairs.
Hovering high,
Syrax let out a low, uneasy rumble, her great wings beating slower as she took in the sight of dragons she did not know yet somehow recognized as kin.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Rhaenyra's eyes widened.
"By the gods…"
She whispered.
"Is this… your kingdom?"
Leo nodded slowly, his own crimson gaze sweeping across the expanse.
Nod~
"...."
Even he was momentarily speechless.
What had been an empty island only days before was now alive—
A thriving kingdom born from the system's power.
No matter how much he was prepared it still left him look at it with awe.
Below them, the capital glittered like starlight caught in stone.
Towers spiraled upward around the citadel's core,
And floating orbs of energy drifted lazily above the streets.
The city was alive with movement: elves in elegant robes, beastkin soldiers in armor, dwarves hauling crates of enchanted ore, and humans bustling through the markets.
The sight filled the sky with color and motion.
Leo finally exhaled, a faint smile tugging at his lips.
'So this… is Eldoria.'
Syrax descended gently,
Her massive claws striking the polished stone courtyard outside the citadel gates.
With a low growl,
She released Alicent,
Who stumbled backward and fell to her knees, staring around in disbelief.
"...."
"Where… where are we?"
She stammered, her voice shaking.
"This isn't Westeros—this isn't any world I know."
Rhaenyra glanced down at her, her tone calm but unreadable.
"Welcome to the kingdom of the man you called mad."
Leo chuckled softly, stepping forward as Syrax folded her wings behind him.
Chuckle~
He looked up at the sky, then murmured,
"System, send word."
The system's voice echoed faintly in his mind:
[Acknowledged.]
[Contacting registered allies… transmitting location data.]
Moments later...
Four familiar figures apparted before them.
Setsura, Kejoro, Hagoromo Gitsune, And Sasami stepped out of the glow,
Their expressions shifting from curiosity to awe as they took in the realm before them.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Hagoromo Gitsune's golden eyes widened slightly.
"So this… is what your system created?"
Leo smirked faintly.
Smirk~
"Seems my system likes to spoil me."
Then, beside her Aemma who appeared along with them—
Still holding Hagoromo Gitsune's hand, her eyes widening as she took in the landscape.
For a moment, the resurrected queen said nothing,
Only letting out a quiet breath.
"This place…"
She whispered, her voice tinged with wonder.
"It feels… like a heaven."
Behind her, distant dragons roared in greeting, their cries echoing across the valley.
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