Jacob smiled at Sansa. "Now, let me show you a real dragon."
He stepped away from her and, after a moment of thought, said, "I'll be right back."
He teleported back to Moat Cailin and found Arya alone in the capsule house, watching Tom and Jerry and laughing after finishing her training.
Arya startled when he appeared. "You scared me."
Jacob put a hand on her shoulder. "Let's go. I want to show you something." Then he teleported back to Sansa and dropped Arya beside her.
He walked away from them and began to remove his clothes.
Sansa blushed. "What are you doing?"
Jacob said, "I'm going to show you girls what I am. Clothes won't survive the transformation."
Seeing Jacob down to his underwear, Sansa covered Arya's eyes. "You shouldn't watch that pervert."
Arya tried to pull Sansa's hand away but couldn't. "Hey! How come you're freakishly strong now?"
Sansa smiled. "Jacob made me strong."
Arya shouted, "Hey, Jacob! Why is Sansa stronger than me? That's not fair!"
Jacob called back, "Behave yourself, and I might make you as strong as her."
He added, "Sansa, I won't take off my underwear, so you can remove your hand from Arya's eyes. She needs to see what's going to happen next."
Sansa removed her hand, and both girls watched, wondering what Jacob was about to do.
Jacob said, "Alright, remember—don't be scared. I won't hurt you."
Sansa and Arya watched with wide eyes as Jacob began to shift into his full dragon form. His human frame expanded and transformed. Horns grew from his head. Black scales spread across his body. He grew and grew until a thirty-meter black dragon with a sixty-meter wingspan stood before them.
He raised his head and let out a deafening roar—a sound they felt in their bodies before they heard it. The ground trembled beneath them.
Arya stumbled back and fell to the ground, staring at Jacob in shock. Even though he was restraining his aura, what leaked out was still overwhelming for her.
But Sansa wasn't scared. She felt something else entirely—she felt stronger. She took a step toward Jacob, then another, until she stood just three meters away, looking up at his massive frame.
Jacob lowered his massive head toward her. She reached out and touched the hard, smooth surface of a scale on his snout. It was warm. She traced its edge, then curiously touched one of his fangs.
"So," she said softly, "when you said you were going to show me a dragon, you were talking about yourself."
Jacob's deep, monstrous voice rumbled. "Yes. I'm a dragon."
Arya gathered her courage, walked to Sansa's side, and hesitated.
Jacob's voice was gentle despite its depth. "Go ahead. Touch me if you want. I won't eat you."
Arya touched his scales and smiled. "I've dreamed of seeing a dragon for as long as I can remember."
Jacob asked, "So, what do you think? Are you disappointed?"
Arya shook her head. "No. You're everything I imagined and more. I can't stop my body from shaking, even though I know you won't hurt me." She looked at her sister. "But why aren't you afraid of him?"
Sansa smiled. "He's my husband."
Arya shook her head helplessly. "Lovesick fool." Then she turned to Jacob excitedly. "Can I ride you?"
Sansa suddenly stiffened. "No!"
Arya frowned. "Why? It's not like I'm trying to take him away from you. We could both ride him."
Sansa's cheeks flushed. "No, that's not it." She hesitated, then added, "You just can't ride him. Or let him ride you. You're too young for that."
Arya looked confused. "What are you even talking about?"
Sansa's face burned. "J-just trust me. Stay away from him." She turned to Jacob and glared. "I was wondering why you said a dragon could… ride me… and why you were laughing yesterday. Now I understand, you pervert."
Jacob's deep laughter rumbled through the air. "I didn't lie, did I?" He burst out laughing—his voice so deep and loud it shook the ground. His massive body collapsed onto its side, and he pounded the earth with his hand, creating a crater. Sansa grabbed Arya and leaped away, landing far from him as he writhed with laughter.
She shook her head helplessly.
When Jacob finally composed himself, he wrapped Sansa and Arya in his telekinesis and lifted them onto his massive back. Then he took off, flying high into the sky.
Sansa and Arya both enjoyed the flight. Arya screamed with excitement. "We flew on a carpet from Braavos to Moat Cailin, but this is much more exciting! Much better!"
Jacob flew for a while, then turned back toward Moat Cailin.
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On the roof of a crumbling tower in the abandoned fortress, Brienne and Podrick kept watch, scanning both the northern and southern roads.
Podrick suddenly began to shake. His eyes went wide, fixed on something in the eastern sky.
Brienne frowned. "Hey, what's wrong with you?"
Podrick didn't answer. He just pointed a trembling hand toward the sky.
Brienne followed his gaze—and froze.
"That's… that's a dragon," she breathed. "And it's coming straight for us."
She grabbed Podrick's arm. "Let's go."
Podrick stammered, "I-its… too… l-late… it's already h-here… and it s-saw us."
Brienne looked back. The massive black dragon was only a few meters away, its red eyes fixed on them. She tried to draw her sword, but her body was shaking, and her hand wouldn't obey.
She sighed. "We're dead."
Then, in front of their shocked eyes, Sansa and Arya appeared above the dragon's head and jumped down beside them.
Even more shocking—the massive dragon began to shrink, transforming until a naked man hovered in the air.
Brienne's jaw dropped. "Your Grace?"
Jacob disappeared and reappeared behind Sansa, winking at Brienne. "Good afternoon." He hugged Sansa from behind. "Let's go change our clothes." Then he vanished again with Sansa.
Brienne finally found her voice. She turned to Arya. "Can you help me understand what I just saw?"
Arya shrugged. "Remember when Jacob said that people from where he's from can shift into animals? Well, he has that ability too. He can shift into a dragon." She turned and started walking. "Let's go. It's time for lunch."
Brienne sighed. "Podrick, let's go."
They followed Arya.
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When they reached the capsule house, Jacob and Sansa came outside.
Jacob had changed into his noble Westerosi outfit—dark leather and fine fabric, with his sword Griffin at his waist.
Sansa wore a dark blue Westerosi gown. At the center of her chest, a circular sigil showed a fierce dragon's head with glowing red eyes, giving off a subtle, fiery glow.
Brienne smiled at her. "You look beautiful, my lady. I suppose I should call you 'Your Grace' from now on."
Sansa smiled happily. "Thank you. And you can call me Sansa when there are no outsiders."
Brienne shook her head. "No. I should call you 'Your Grace.'"
Sansa nodded. "As you wish."
Jacob clapped his hands. "Alright. I need to go somewhere. I'll be back tomorrow or the day after."
Sansa asked, "Where are you going?"
Jacob smiled. "I'm going to bring you a gift."
Sansa shook her head. "No. I don't need any more gifts. You've already given me enough for a lifetime. I don't even think I deserve what you've given me."
Jacob caught her hand. "You are my wife. There is no gift you don't deserve. Remember that."
He turned to Brienne, pulled out a Mirakuru vial, and handed it to her along with a silver knight's outfit bearing his sigil.
"Go inside the bathroom and drink this. It will make you as strong as Arya. Then wear these clothes—they're enchanted and cannot be penetrated by normal weapons."
Brienne took the vial and clothes like they were treasures. Remembering Jacob disliked kneeling, she didn't know what to do and simply said sincerely, "Thank you, Your Grace. I will serve your house until I die. I swear it."
Jacob smiled. "You're welcome. From now on, if you want to greet me, you can give me a salute—like this."
He demonstrated. "This is a formal gesture used to display respect, honor, or greeting where I'm from."
Brienne returned the salute. "I understand, Your Grace."
Jacob turned to Podrick. He pulled a camping tent from his pocket dimension and set it up not far from the house. Then he handed Podrick food and drinks.
"Work hard, and I will reward you. You're a man, so you can't stay inside the house. This tent is yours. I've given you enough food to last two days. If you need more, ask Sansa."
He pulled out a large amount of raw Sea King meat and Sker Buffalo meat from his pocket dimension and tossed some to the three giant lizard-lions. Then he looked at Sansa. "Store this meat in your ring and feed my three pets until I come back."
Sansa stored the meat in her ring.
Jacob kissed her. "Alright, I'm leaving. Remember—you can always talk to me if something happens. I'll show up immediately."
Sansa nodded. "Be safe. Come back soon."
Jacob used his telekinesis to lift off the ground, soaring into the sky. He pulled out Jack Sparrow's compass and thought of King's Landing.
The compass pointed south. Jacob flew in that direction at high speed, using telekinesis and lightning.
To be continued… 😊
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