Westeros: The Death of the Hand
Jon Arryn died quietly in his chamber.
The maester whispered "fever."
The Queen whispered "mercy."
The realm whispered "accident."
But the truth was simpler:
He learned the secret he was never meant to know.
He learned Cersei's children were not Robert's.
And that discovery… killed him.
Leo felt it the moment it happened.
A tremor in the system.
shift in the timeline.
[ALERT—MAJOR EVENT COMPLETE.
THE GAME BOARD HAS CHANGED.]
Robert Baratheon now rode north, angry and grieving, seeking Ned Stark.
Westeros was sliding toward madness.
And Leo?
He was in Essos, reshaping the future queen
ESSOS — TRAINING THE DRAGON
Time passed in secret lessons.
Daenerys changed.
Her voice hardened.
Her posture straightened.
Her eyes grew calm and sharp like a growing storm.
Leo trained her in:
leadership
tactics
body movement
combat basics
hidden languages
how to command respect
She learned with terrifying speed.
"Why train me like this?" she asked one night.
Leo's answer was simple:
"Because one day you'll rule."
Her breath caught—not in fear, but in something warmer.
"And you… you will be there?"
He hesitated.
"I will protect you. As long as I can."
Daenerys looked away so he wouldn't see her blush.
But he saw everything.
DROGO'S CHALLENGE
Power never grows unnoticed.
Khal Drogo began to sense it:
His men whispered of a shadow guardian following the silver-haired girl.
A demon.
A spirit.
A ghost of steel.
But Drogo had seen Leo once—
distant, hidden, but unmistakably human.
No demon.
Just a man who moved like a predator.
One night, Drogo approached Leo in the dark outside the camp.
He spoke the Common Tongue poorly, but clearly enough:
"You follow my khaleesi."
Leo didn't flinch.
"I protect her."
Drogo's eyes hardened.
"You fight. With me. Prove strength."
Leo knew the rules.
Among the Dothraki, dominance mattered.
To refuse was weakness.
He flexed the vibranium arm beneath his cloak.
"I accept."
They circled one another on the sands.
Drogo attacked first—
a massive blur of power and speed.
Leo ducked under a punch and slammed his metal arm into Drogo's ribs.
The khal staggered—stunned by the force.
Drogo grinned, blood on his lip.
"Good."
The duel escalated—
fists, grapples, knee strikes, sand, sweat, fury.
But Leo never used lethal force.
He didn't need to.
One final move—
a sweep of the leg, a twist, and Drogo crashed to the ground.
Breathing hard.
Defeated.
Leo stepped back.
"I don't want your khalasar.
I just want her safe."
Drogo laughed.
A deep, approving laugh.
He rose to his feet.
"You are her shadow."
He touched his chest.
"Now you are mine, too."
From that day, Drogo respected Leo.
And feared him a little.
THE SHADOW RETURNS — WESTEROS CALLS
The system chimed again.
[MISSION UPDATE:
NED STARK WILL BE SUMMONED TO KING'S LANDING SOON.]
[CHAOS RISING.]
Leo grit his teeth.
Westeros needed him again.
But leaving Daenerys now…
that hurt more than he expected.
She sensed it instantly.
"You're leaving," she whispered.
You're leaving," she whispered.
"For a while."
"Will I see you again?"
Leo stepped closer—too close.
"Yes. You're not done growing yet."
Her voice trembled softly.
"Then… come back to me."
Leo swallowed.
"I will."
And then he vanished into the night, leaving Daenerys staring at the sky with a hand pressed over her heart.
BUILDING THE HIDDEN ARMY
Before teleporting back to Westeros, Leo completed another task.
He found the Unsullied training yards.
Not to buy them.
Not to reveal himself.
But to recruit secretly:
ex-slaves
mercenaries who hated the masters
orphan boys who could be trained
warriors cast out from other khalasars
Using the system, he equipped them with:
soap, medicine, ration packs, and training
simple items that bought immense loyalty.
The whispers began:
"A hidden army is forming."
"Led by a shadow with a metal arm."
"Preparing for a cold war no one understands."
Leo's army did not yet have a name.
But it had a purpose:
Stop the White Walkers.
With or without the Seven Kingdoms.
When he was done, he took out the teleport stone.
He carved the word:
WINTERFELL — CLEAR ROAD"
The stone hummed with magic.
He was ready to go back—to keep Jon on the right path, to prepare Ned, to sabotage the Lannisters.
And maybe…
To visit Winterfell's godswood, where Jon was waiting for dreams he didn't fully understand.