The Red Keep's library was vast, but quiet.
Aranji had been there for hours, seated cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by open tomes and scrolls. His transformation had faded long ago he didn't care. No one had noticed. No one dared to interrupt.
He had been reading everything he could find on Westeros, on the Targaryen dynasty, and most of all on dragons.
He read about the named dragons, the wild ones, the lost ones. He traced their lineages, their riders, their deaths. The deeper he read, the more he noticed a pattern: every time the texts brushed against something that felt like chakra, they called it magic.
He found a passage that claimed dragons were created either by men using blood magic, or by the Valyrian gods themselves. The truth was buried under centuries of superstition and fear. But he could feel it. The chakra was real. The dragons were born of it. Molded by it.
Even though the Targaryens were a minor dragonlord house, they were powerful—small in number, but never in presence. Their roots in Valyria may have been shallow, but their fire burned no less fiercely. In a world of giants, they were the ember that would one day become a blaze.
He closed the last book and exhaled.
He had what he needed.
The Targaryens were powerful, yes but they had given up so much of their history to survive in this land. They had become kings and queens, but they had forgotten what they once were.
He wouldn't make that mistake.
He already had a plan.
He would train harder. Master his Wood Release. Build something of his own. A land. A village. A place like Konoha. He missed his clan. Missed the trees, the seals, the quiet strength of home. He could recreate it. He just needed time. And strength.
He reached for another book something on Westerosi land law, inheritance, noble titles.
That's when the door creaked open.
He didn't move.
Footsteps. Light. Careful. Not armored.
He glanced up.
Princess Rhaenys Targaryen.
She had come to read. After the chaos of the tourney, she wanted something quiet. She had spent most of the day with her grandmother, but now she wanted to be alone. Her guard waited outside the door at her request.
She stepped into the library and froze.
She saw him.
And he was gone.
In the blink of an eye, Aranji was behind her. One hand over her mouth. The other ready to strike.
His voice was low. Calm. Dangerous.
Aranji:
"I need you to stop. Think. Slow down. I could kill you right now. Snap your neck. But I don't want to do that. So slow down. Take a seat. If you agree to this, shake your head yes. Well… I guess you're going to have to agree to it. I can escape. No problem. I'll be out of here before anyone even realizes."
She was frozen.
He had been sitting in front of her just a moment ago. Reading. Calm. Now he was behind her, whispering in her ear. His hand was warm. Steady. She didn't understand how he moved like that. How he disappeared.
When he let go, he was gone again.
Now he was sitting on the table in front of her, legs crossed, book in hand, as if nothing had happened.
She stared at him.
The strange man from the tourney. The one who fought without a sword. The one who broke armor with his bare hands. His skin was pale, his hair dark, his eyes those eyes. She had never seen anything like them.
He was… handsome.
A faint blush touched her cheeks before she caught herself. She frowned, folding her arms.
She waited.
He looked at her, calm and unreadable.
Aranji:
"You Targaryens… you had so much power. More than this continent could understand. But you gave it up. To rule. To blend in."
He leaned forward slightly, voice softer now.
"I don't want to harm someone like you. A beauty. A unique one. A queen in the making."
Then, without warning, he closed his eyes and opened them again.
The veins around his temples rose. His irises turned pale and sharp.
His Byakugan activated.
He looked directly at her.
Aranji
"Your chakra… it's different. Refined. Dormant, but not weak. It's in your blood. In your name."
She blinked, startled by the sudden change in his eyes.
Rhaenys
"What is this thing that you keep saying… chakra?"
She looked at him, eyes narrowing slightly, her voice caught between suspicion and curiosity
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Author update
And we finally have our first interaction with the romance for MC so he will not be come king consort or she will become the queen account with to have him start his own faction if
I'm debating on if he should just create his own land or try to find somewhere where he can start his own village similar to the size of cornhole so basically in Westeros that would be a city
I'm a big North guy so I'm debating on having him go to the north and giving him Sea Dragon point if you see things different please leave a comment tell me what you want what you need in this story The Dragon thing is still on the table he might not I don't know