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As the group stood taking in the breathtaking sight of Eldoria,
The heavy thud of approaching boots echoed across the marble courtyard.
Thud. Thud.
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Two soldiers stepped forward—
Both towering, broad-shouldered beastkin,
Their wolf ears flicking, sharp amber eyes assessing,
And long canines visible even when their mouths were closed.
Their armor was pitch-black steel trimmed with crimson, marked with the sigil of Eldoria: a dragon coiled around a sun.
They dropped to one knee with perfect synchronization.
"We greet our King!"
Their voices were deep, resonant, and carried enough force to make Alicent flinch.
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In Leo's vision, the system fed him instant details:
[FRANKY MOONSHADE — Captain of the Wolfkin Guard]
[GROGIE IRONCLAW — Vice-Captain of the Wolfkin Guard]
[Both races: Beastkin (Wolf).]
[Contract-bound.]
[Loyalty: 100%.]
Leo quirked an eyebrow. Wolfkin? I've never even met beastkin before.
He crossed his arms. "Franky, Grogie… explain. Why are beastkins here? And the elves and dwarves I saw earlier. I've never encountered any of your races."
The system answered before the soldiers did:
[System Explanation:]These races exist across the Known Multiverse. The Perfect Kingdom Set pulled from available "unanchored" populations—extinct, endangered, or displaced groups—and offered them life, land, and purpose.They accepted the contract in exchange for safety under Host's rule.
Leo blinked. "So… this kingdom pulled in races from distant worlds?"
[Affirmative.]
Franky bowed lower.
"We owe you our lives, King Leo. Our clans were lost… but now we thrive in Eldoria."
Grogie thumped his chest proudly.
"Your return has been awaited since dawn. The city stirs in celebration."
Behind them, the sound of wings beat the air—
Flap~ Flap~
And a carriage descended from the sky, pulled by four white pegasi, their wings shimmering like woven silver.
Aemma gasped softly, her crimson eyes widening.
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Rhaenyra's lips parted in awe.
"Flying horses… truly?"
Alicent stumbled back a step, clinging to Syrax's talon scars still on her dress.
"Is… is this real?"
Even Rhaenyra reached out instinctively to touch the air near the creatures.
Aemma, though she had gained knowledge through the system after becoming Leo's vampire bride, whispered.
"To see it with my own eyes… it's nothing like a memory."
The pegasi neighed softly, their manes flowing like silk.
Neigh~
The carriage behind them gleamed with celestial silver wood, carved with runes that pulsed gently.
Meanwhile, Kejoro, Setsura, Hagoromo Gitsune, and Sasami exchanged knowing smiles.
Kejoro shrugged casually.
"Pegasus, dragons, elves… well house elves were just another Tuesday for us after Harry Potter world."
Sasami nodded with bravado.
Nod~
"Y-Yes! Totally normal things… I'm not shocked at all."
Even though her wings had puffed up in awe.
Setsura tapped Rhaenyra's shoulder softly.
"You'll get used to magical creatures soon enough. Leo attracts them the way humans attract trouble."
Hagoromo Gitsune's black eyes softened as she watched the princess and queen marvel.
"Eldoria suits you both more than the Red Keep ever did."
As the carriage landed,
The pegasi stamped proudly, their wings folding in perfect harmony.
A servant dressed in silver and black stepped down, bowing deeply.
"Your Majesty, your carriage awaits. The Council of Eldoria has assembled within the Citadel of Dawnfire. All await your presence… and that of your companions."
Aemma, Rhaenyra, and even trembling Alicent stared at Leo.
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Eldoria wasn't a kingdom.
It was a realm.
A nation forged by mystic power.
A sanctuary for races long thought lost.
A place ruled by a king who walked between worlds.
Leo exhaled softly, a faint smile tugging his lips.
"Alright. Let's go meet my kingdom."
And as they stepped toward the gleaming carriage,
Dragons circled overhead, armies readied in salute,
And the heartbeat of Eldoria itself welcomed its king home.
The moment Leo led them into the carriage,
The three women—
Aemma, Rhaenyra, and Alicent—
All paused in stunned silence.
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From the outside,
It had appeared to be an elegant but ordinary royal carriage, crafted from finewood and pulled by four gleaming pegasi.
But the instant they stepped through the doorway, the space expanded—
Vast, warm, and impossible.
Aemma's eyes widened in disbelief.
"This… this is larger than the guest chambers of the Red Keep…"
The interior was like a moving chamber hall—
Polished wooden floors and velvet walls that glimmered faintly with runes of space-bending enchantment.
There were cushioned couches arranged around a low glass table,
Chandeliers swaying gently from the ceiling, even a small fireplace built into one corner,
Its flames dancing with faint blue warmth.
Alicent stepped closer to the wall, touching the frame, her expression blank with disbelief.
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"We stepped into this through a single door… how—"
Rhaenyra smirked faintly.
Smirk~
"Magic, Alicent. Try not to faint."
Alicent shot her a glare, but her voice trembled slightly.
Huff~ Huff~
"I—I'm not fainting. I'm just… processing."
Leo, sitting at the head of the chamber, simply smiled.
"Extension charm. The carriage interior exists in a pocket-space."
Rhaenyra shook her head with a small laugh.
"It's a mansion on wheels."
As the carriage began to move,
The gentle rhythm of hooves against the cobblestone road filled the air.
Yet there were no bumps, no jolts—just a smooth, almost ethereal glide.
Outside, through the crystalline windows, Eldoria came alive.
The streets were wide, lined with glowing lanterns and enchanted crystals embedded in the pavement.
Citizens filled the walkways—
Elves with shimmering hair and angular features,
Beastkin with tails and sharp eyes,
Dwarves carrying bundles of metalwork,
Yokai with soft spiritual auras, witches, wizards, even house-elves and goblins in elegant uniforms.
Some paused and looked up as the royal carriage passed.
Then, recognizing the sigil etched on its side—
The coiled dragon encircling the sun—
They began to cheer.
Children waved small hands.
Shopkeepers bowed.
Some even tossed flower petals into the street.
Aemma turned to Leo, visibly moved.
"They… they look so happy. All of them."
Leo glanced through the window,
Expression calm but thoughtful.
"Because they have a home now. Here no body would forgot them. Here, they're free."
Rhaenyra leaned forward,
Resting her chin on her hand as she watched a group of elven children chase a tiny spirit orb down the street.
"You built a world out of nothing,"
She said quietly. "
My father spent his life dreaming of prophecy… and you created a miracle."
Leo smiled faintly but didn't reply.
Alicent sat opposite them,
Her eyes wide as she watched the lively city through the glass.
"This place… it's nothing like Westeros. No hunger, no beggars, no fear…"
Kejoro, lounging lazily on a couch near the fireplace,
Gave her a sideways glance.
"That's because here, Leo's word is law. And his law doesn't tolerate suffering."
Sasami piped up from the opposite seat, cheerful as ever.
"Well here the security seems very strong."
Alicent blinked looking at the sky were few dragons just passed.
"There are more dragons?"
Hagoromo Gitsune chuckled softly.
"Much more. You'll see soon."
Setsura leaned back, gazing out at the horizon as the palace loomed closer.
"He doesn't rule a place by fear… but by power that keeps even fear quiet."
The carriage glided up the slope that led toward the Citadel of Dawnfire,
Eldoria's heart.
The palace rose like a mountain forged of marble and gold,
Its spires reaching toward the clouds, each tipped with glowing runes that pulsed with life.
Great bridges of crystal arced over rushing rivers of pure water.
Towers spiraled upward, connected by flying walkways and floating platforms guarded by armored griffons.
As the carriage neared the palace gates,
The massive golden doors opened slowly,
Their surface engraved with glowing lines that formed the shape of a lion,
Wings spread wide.
The moment the doors parted,
A parade of soldiers lined the grand entryway—
Knights, mages, and beastkin warriors in perfect formation.
At the first sight of Leo's carriage, the horn of Eldoria sounded—
A low, resonant note that echoed through the valley.
Every soldier raised their weapon in salute.
"Long live the King of Eldoria!"
The cry thundered across the courtyard,
So loud that even the dragons circling above roared in answer.
Leo stepped out first, his crimson eyes gleaming faintly in the sunlight.
Behind him, Aemma, Rhaenyra, and Alicent followed, their eyes wide in awe at the sight before them.
Kejoro smirked, flicking her hair over her shoulder.
Smirk~
Leo's lips curved in a faint smile.
"Let's see what my kingdom has prepared for us."
And as they walked up the radiant steps toward the open gates of the Citadel, Eldoria itself seemed to breathe—
Alive, awake, and watching its king return home.
Meanwhile...
Red Keep Castle...
Royal Court...
In the Red Keep, grief had curdled into tension.
The royal court, once vibrant with voices,
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Now stood in uneasy silence as King Viserys I sat upon the Iron Throne,
His expression hollow,
His body slouched like a man who had aged years overnight.
The death of his queen and infant son had left him broken—
Yet now, the disappearance of his only heir gnawed at what remained of his composure.
At the base of the throne,
Otto Hightower stood rigid, his green robes immaculate despite the turmoil in his eyes.
"Your Grace,"
Otto said sharply, his voice echoing in the chamber.
"We must send every ship and rider we have. My daughter, Alicent—your daughter, Rhaenyra—they must be found. The princess's mind has clearly fallen under the weight of her grief. What she's done—"
Viserys's weary eyes flickered downward,
The faintest spark of irritation breaking through his grief.
"Mind your words, Otto."
Otto hesitated, but his urgency overcame his caution.
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"—what she's done borders on madness, Your Grace! To steal away the daughter of the Hand, to flee with that… foreign king, that self-proclaimed monarch from a land no maester's ever heard of. It's unnatural. The girl's no longer herself. The curse of the dragon's blood runs deep."
The moment those words left his mouth, the chamber froze.
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Every noble, every knight, even the servants by the door fell still.
The phrase hung in the air like a blade drawn against the Targaryen name.
The dragon's curse.
Viserys slowly lifted his gaze from the floor to Otto,
The grief in his eyes replaced by something colder—
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Something dangerous.
"You dare,"
He said quietly, the words dripping like molten steel,
"to call my bloodline cursed… before the court?"
Otto paled instantly.
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"Y-Your Grace, I meant no insult. I only—"
Viserys slammed his hand down on the throne's armrest, the metal ringing through the hall.
"You only overstepped your place,"
He growled.
"You forget yourself, Otto. You are my Hand—not my keeper. Speak of my house with such disrespect again, and you'll find your tongue cut for treason."
Otto bowed his head quickly, heart pounding.
"Forgive me, Your Grace. I spoke in fear—for my daughter's life."
Viserys's glare softened slightly, but his tone remained cold.
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"Then let your fear guide your silence, not your mouth."
The silence that followed was broken by the echo of boots against the marble floor.
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Thud. Thud.
The great doors of the throne room opened,
And Daemon Targaryen strode in, his silver hair tied back,
His armor still dusted with soot from flight.
Behind him came several dragonriders, their faces grim.
"Brother,"
Daemon said, his tone calm but edged with something like amusement.
"You can stop sending riders. There's nothing to find."
Viserys frowned.
Frown~
"What do you mean, nothing?"
Daemon's smirk returned faintly.
Smirk~
"I mean that your daughter and her foreign companion are gone. Not flown, not hiding—gone. No trace of Syrax, no trail in the sky, no shadow, no sound. Like they vanished into thin air."
A murmur spread through the court.
Otto's eyes widened.
"Vanished? That's impossible. No dragon can simply vanish—"
Daemon glanced at him sideways, lips curling.
"...."
"Perhaps your books didn't teach you everything, Hand."
Otto's jaw clenched.
"You mock the throne at a time of crisis?"
Daemon's grin widened, dark amusement glinting in his eyes.
Grin~
"I mock you, Otto. Always you."
The tension in the room coiled tight.
Several knights shifted uneasily as the two men stared each other down.
Viserys finally stood, his tired voice cutting through the noise.
"Enough."
He descended the steps slowly,
His hand brushing the cold metal of the throne.
"My daughter may be gone… but she is not lost."
He turned his gaze to Daemon.
"Keep your dragons ready. If she returns, I want her brought here alive."
Daemon inclined his head lazily,
Though the flicker of respect in his eyes betrayed that he agreed with his brother's resolve.
Otto frowned.
Frown~
"What with that look?"
Daemon's smirk returned as he met Otto's gaze one last time.
Smirk~
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."
He turned and left, his footsteps echoing off the stone as the nobles watched him go.
Viserys sank back onto his throne, eyes distant.
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Somewhere deep within him,
Something told him that his daughter's fate was no longer tied to the Seven Kingdoms…
…and that the next time he saw her, she wouldn't be returning as a princess.
Dawnfire Citadel Castle...
Inside Dawnfire Citadel,
The evening light poured through tall glass windows that shimmered like liquid crystal.
The castle's marble corridors hummed faintly with life—
Running through its very walls.
Private Royal Quarters...
In the private royal quarters,
Leo stretched lazily as he removed his cloak, rolling his neck with a soft crack.
The long day of introductions, parades, and the unending flood of reports from his new council had left him mildly drained.
"Finally,"
He muttered, stepping into his private bathhouse—
A sprawling onsen-style chamber lined with obsidian and enchanted silverstone,
Steam rising from the shimmering water that glowed faintly from mana-infused runes carved beneath.
He'd barely reached the water when a soft,
Amused voice echoed behind him.
"I didn't take you for someone who'd bathe alone, Leo,"
Came Setsura's teasing tone.
Leo sighed, glancing over his shoulder just as she slipped in,
Sigh~
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Already wrapped in a silken towel.
Her playful grin only widened when she caught the faint look of resignation on his face.
"Setsura…"
He said in warning, voice low but not harsh.
She tilted her head innocently.
"What? A queen should make sure her king relaxes properly, shouldn't she?"
Before Leo could respond, a flicker of motion caught his eye—
Hagoromo Gitsune, Kejoro, and Sasami were standing by the doorway,
All three glaring daggers at Setsura.
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Hagoromo folded her arms, her golden eyes narrowing.
"You never change, Setsura. Always first to invade the Leo's peace."
Kejoro's long, silken hair rippled with energy, like living threads ready to strike.
"If you think you're getting a private soak with him again—"
Sasami, arms crossed and cheeks puffed,
Interrupted in her usual frustrated pout.
Pout~
"I was going to bring the towels, but now I see what's really going on!"
Setsura just chuckled, clearly unfazed, and slowly slid deeper into the water with a satisfied sigh.
Sigh~
"You're welcome to join. The bath's big enough for all of us."
Leo pinched the bridge of his nose, half-amused, half-defeated.
"…This kingdom's going to need more hot springs."
Their laughter echoed faintly through the steam,
Blending with the gentle rippling of water.
Meanwhile, elsewhere in the citadel—
Aemma, Rhaenyra, and Alicent sat together in one of the guest lounges,
Which looked like something straight out of a dream.
The room was furnished with soft couches, delicate chandeliers, and a large flat pane of glass mounted on the wall—
One of Leo's rewards.
Aemma tilted her head slightly.
"He called it a… 'television,' didn't he?"
Rhaenyra nodded slowly,
Her eyes fixed on the two glowing folders that hovered holographically above the surface.
Frown~
"Game of Thrones" and "House of the Dragon."
Alicent leaned forward, still clutching a cushion for comfort.
"He said these would show… our future?"
Rhaenyra bit her lip, torn between curiosity and dread.
"He said—'your future, had I not interfered.'"
The room fell silent for a moment.
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The soft hum of the magical device was the only sound.
Aemma, her crimson eyes calm and sharp, finally spoke.
"If this can show us what fate had written before he arrived, then perhaps… we'll understand why the gods—or whatever power guides this—sent him to us."
She looked at her daughter and Alicent with quiet resolve.
"Play it."
Rhaenyra hesitated for only a moment before reaching out and pressing her finger on the folder labeled 'House of the Dragon.'
The screen flared to life.
At once, the sound of roaring dragons filled the chamber.
The opening sequence unfolded—
Targaryen banners, ancient kings, bloodlines, betrayals.
Aemma's eyes widened as she saw her own name appear among the earliest scenes—
Her death portrayed coldly, cruelly, on a bed surrounded by maesters.
Rhaenyra's expression hardened, rage.
And grief flickering in her eyes as the scene played out before her.
Alicent covered her mouth, tears stinging her eyes.
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"That… that was your mother—"
Rhaenyra's fists clenched tightly on her lap.
"That was my father's choice,"
She said bitterly.
As the next scenes rolled—
As Alicent marries her father and gets pregnant.
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Rhaenyra's growing rivalry with Alicent,
The split of the realm, the birth of the Dance of Dragons—
The two girls sat frozen.
The story before them was not fiction.
It was a mirror of what could have been.
Aemma, sitting beside them,
Looked at Leo's empty seat in the room, her voice barely above a whisper.
"So this… is what he saved us from."
Rhaenyra wiped her eyes, whispering back,
"He changed everything."
And for the first time, even Alicent Hightower—
So used to judgment and fear—
Felt something strange take root in her chest.
Her father has used her as a pawn and forced her to become pregnant with the king's child and marry him behind her friends back.
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