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Baelon Targaryen, Novigrad shopping district

"As I told you Baelon, this district of the city is where the best arcane products are found, and coincidentally, it is close to the best restaurant in the city," the Duchess spoke, as she walked calmly with the Prince of Dragonstone, elegantly taking his arm

Nodding, Baelon replied kindly

"I find it hard to believe that such refined and elegant products are within the reach of anyone," Baelon replied, quite shocked by the number of magical products available

Laughing softly, the duchess replied in an amused tone

"Arcania is a rich kingdom my prince, Emperor Hadrian cares about providing food, shelter and health to his people, and its inhabitants idolize him for such a thing, however, I would not consider that these products are within the reach of anyone, they are made with the most exclusive materials, made by the hands of the best artisans, only the nobles of the highest birth or the most influential merchants can afford to buy here"

At those words, Baelon nodded softly, finding meaning in them, the prince of Dragonstone looked at everything completely fascinated, the streets were wide and clean, with huge trees that provided a comfortable shade for the people who were shopping today

On Anna's advice, Baelon first focused on arcane bookstores, much to the delight of Viserys, Dominique, and Rhea, and Daemon's horror

Baelon had left his son in his element, focusing his efforts on magical lessons for Rhaenyra and the upcoming Princess Visenya

Besides, it was the perfect punishment for Daemon, spending hours among scrolls and dusty old books

Baelon still remembered Daemon's smug face, Dominique's beaming smile, and Rhea's embarrassed face this morning

On one hand, it was very likely that Baelon would have a new grandchild in a few months

Or even two, if you counted Lady Dominique, who looked quite happy next to Rhea and Daemon, to the headache of the heir to the iron throne

Baelon still remembered the talk he had had in the morning with Hadrian on that subject

Flashback

Hadrian stared with a raised eyebrow at Dominque's insolent face, who was simply looking at his uncle with a mischievous little smile

Hadrian spoke

"So, you slept with not one, but two of the guests at the palace," Harry's tone was somewhere between amusement and resignation

To Baelon's little pride, Daemon stepped forward and spoke courageously

"We've talked about it, Dominique will be my second wife, I'm sure Grandfather can give me land somewhere near King's Landing, We just needs your approval." Last night had been wild and passionate, and Daemon wanted to repeat

every night if possible

Hadrian simply snorted and replied

"You're a pain in the ass brat, but I admit that you have huge balls, however, it's not my approval that you should earn." Then, Hadrian looked at Dominique with piercing eyes

The beautiful Veela simply shrugged her shoulders and spoke

"Come on uncle Harry, you and Aunt Ciri fuck mom at least three times a week, I'm sure if you intervene, she'll agree." When she finished, she began to look at her uncle, as she did when she was little and wanted something

Hadrian simply snorted and replied

"Nice try brat, but those eyes lost their effect a long time ago, I'll call your mother, and let her and Baelon come to an agreement, I won't get involved in this matter," said the emperor firmly

Dominique sighed and nodded softly

Baelon had a bad feeling about this Baroness Delacour

Flashback end

Anna's voice brought Baelon back to the present

"Do I bore you?" Baelon looked at the beautiful lady in surprise, who looked at him with a raised eyebrow

Baelon quickly shook his head and replied

"Of course not my lady, it's just that I find myself worried about my son's reckless actions, and the impending talk with Baroness Delacour" At Baelon's sincere tone, Anna nodded elegantly and replied

“You don't have to worry, the Delacour clan, although recent, is one of the most powerful in the empire, dedicated to the agricultural and commercial sector of luxury products, they have so much gold that they could spend it without measure for twenty generations and still be rich, Fleur is an academic, with a brilliant mind and iron will, concubine of Emperor Hadrian,  rumors indicate that they have known each other since before his ascension” Baelon snorted, the lady did not know how close she was to the truth

Baelon asked softly

"Have you dealt with her? Do you have any advice for negotiation?”

Anna was silent for a moment and replied softly

“I'm afraid not, Delacour are the wine producers of the north of the continent and direct rivals of Toussant, however, rumors about their lands indicate a strong and powerful woman, with her own magic who inherited her three children, many nobles tried to win her hand in marriage, until her relationship with the emperor was made public,  she will be a tough negotiator, I have no doubt about that."

Baelon noticed notes of respect in Anna's voice, apparently, despite being rivals, there is respect and cordiality between the ladies

Before answering, the Duchess spoke again

"You mentioned that you had a granddaughter, right?" asked the woman in a curious tone

Baelon nodded with a smile, thinking about Rhaenyra always put him in a good mood, and he spoke

"That's right, my only granddaughter so far, restless and smiling, her presence is the sun of our family," the prince replied proudly

Anna nodded and spoke again

"It sounds like a great girl, I imagine that in a few years you will have problems with potential suitors," the noble woman spoke with some grace

Baelon simply snorted and replied

"No, I spoke to Viserra and we engaged Rhaenyra to James."

Anna looked at Baelon in surprise and spoke

"Is Prince James engaged? Wow, many of the ladies of the continent will cry at the missed opportunity, Viserra always fiercely denied any marriage contract for the little prince”

Baelon looked at Anna in surprise and replied

"I would think that people would be interested in Princess Calanthe, more than Prince James."

Anna just snorted and talked

“The young princess is the firstborn of one emperor and the granddaughter of another, she has the two most powerful men on the continent held in her little finger, only an imbecile dared to propose himself as the future consort of the young princess, for such audacity, Hadrian charred the insolent nobleman from his entrails, and Emperor Emhyr paraded the remains throughout the empire, After that, no one is stupid enough to ask again." The woman's tone was one of amusement

Baelon looked suspiciously at Anna and spoke

"Doesn't it seem a little excessive?" with a tone of doubt

Anna looked at him and answered

"The princess was two years old and the nobleman in question thirty and the imbecile dared to request that his future wife be delivered as soon as her moonblood began"

At such a fact, Baelon's countenance changed, the fury in his eyes was evident and he responded

"Then my good brother was too pious, if anyone dared to make such a request, I would take care of skinning him as slowly as possible," Baelon replied fiercely

Anna did not respond, preferring to change the subject

"Let's forget that repulsive topic and focus on your orders, the faster we finish, the faster we can taste that delicious food" Anna spoke with desire in her beautiful voice

Baelon nodded and replied

“I must find Lady Yoanna, she is a blacksmith who works in the center of the city”

Anna nodded and spoke

"I know her, one of the best blacksmiths on the continent, come on," then he took Baelon firmly and they both walked placidly towards the tent in question, closely followed by men of arms from Toussant and Dragonstone respectively

Baelon still didn't understand why, but he liked to feel Dukeness's delicate hands in his arms

Without thinking much about the matter, he headed to his destination

Mara Martell, the steel district

Mara walked with a huge smile on her tired face, her legs still hurt, as did her butt, but the pain was pleasant, it was difficult to explain being honest

The night was completely wild, if Mara thought that Hadrian alone was passionate, gods, when he was Ciri, his dragon was an insatiable beast

 Yesterday, the future father of her heir fucked her and her sister wildly, as if the princesses of a nation, with an ancestral lineage, were nothing more than a couple of whores at his disposal

And let's not talk about the empress, Mara thought as she shuddered, she still felt the delicious pain of her new tattoo, proudly prostrate on her lower back

Hadrian's mark, a physical proof that, although Mara rules a powerful kingdom and has thousands of soldiers and ships at her disposal

She will always belong to the dragon king

Mara still remembered the exact moment where Hadrian gave her such a mark

Flashback

Mara was kneeling and naked, while she watched as Hadrian fucked a young maiden, the eldest of the twin pair

The young woman was with her ass in the air, her hands tied by Hadrian's magic, while she used her mouth to please the empress, who moaned softly as she spoke, her body was covered by a light layer of sweat and her eyes had a completely surrendered look, the maiden had already been broken by Hadrian and his wife

"Always so helpful Edna, when you and your sister were assigned to my service I knew you would be good pets," Ciri spoke happily, while caressing the young woman's head gently, as if she were a puppy

To Mara's surprise and excitement, the young woman groaned loudly and muttered

"Your wishes and those of the emperor are orders for my sister and me, my Mistress," replied the beautiful young woman

Hadrian then grabbed Edna's hair and gave a firm tug, moving the face of the devoted maiden away from his wife's lower lips, then increased the speed of the thrusts, besieging the defeated cunt of the young woman, who simply moaned pathetically, without the strength to respond in any other way

Hadrian then spoke

"This bitch is almost ready Ciri, in a moment I'll start with the ritual" After saying those words, the emperor began to fuck the young woman harder, while a big smile was drawn on the empress's face

Ciri looked at Delia, Mara and Rosa, the three remaining maidens, who were waiting naked and, on their knees, as they had been ordered

And the silver-haired maiden spoke firmly

"Now you will witness Edna's official welcome to the Potter house, after her, it will be your turn, pay attention little ones"

The three women were silent and watched the scene, all three had nipples as hard as a rock and the petals of their crotches as wet as a damn ocean

And then it happened

Hadrian raised one of his fingers, which lit up with a powerful green light and before the incredulous eyes of the ladies present, he abruptly inserted it into Edna's butt

The young woman froze for a second, not understanding what was happening

And Hadrian's magic worked

The young woman's eyes opened quickly as did her mouth, and a second later, the young woman began to moan wildly and bellow with pleasure, totally defeated

“AHHHHHH MY DRAGON MORE, GIVE ME MORE, FILL ME WITH YOUR SEED, I AM YOUR SERVANT, YOUR WHORE AND YOUR BED WARMER, FUCK ME MORE, SPLIT ME IN HALF AND PUT THE CONCUBINE CHOKER ON ME”

Such words made Delia shudder, who couldn't help but look at Hadrian, who continued to drill the crazed woman methodically, as if this was routine for him

Then, Edna began to scream and babble without apparent control, her legs froze, and her eyes rolled back, noticing this, Hadrian withdrew his virility from the defeated cave of the young woman, inserted the finger he had in the girl's butt deeper and ordered

“cum” 

And Edna obeyed

The sweet and delicate flower of the young woman, who had not had a cock inside her until that night, convulsed wildly, and before Mara's incredulous gaze, a fountain of feminine juice gushed from that spring, to the surprise of the Martell sisters, Hadrian placed his other hand just below, collecting every drop that came out of the young woman's body

Hadrian then mushed a couple of words, and the liquid in his hand shone with a deep red light, with a firm movement, Hadrian guided the liquid towards Edna's lower back, and exclaimed

"I claim this maiden for the Potter house, from now on Edna Var Attre exists to serve the lord and lady of the family, so be it"

The disturbing liquid shone brightly to such an extent that it began to burn the young woman's skin, who could only moan weakly in pain, her body was completely exhausted

After a few moments, a beautiful tattoo had appeared on the young woman's lower back, the coat of arms of the Potter house

Mara understood what it meant, the young woman was now just one more of Hadrian and Ciri's bitches

And was completely happy with it

When Hadrian looked at her and said

"Mara, as I trained you, prostrate yourself before me, it's time for you to receive your mark"

And to the humiliation of the Dornish princess, she obeyed the future father of her child without any qualms, completely devoted to the situation

After all, having the mark made her one of Hadrian's wives, which would give her and her family, and her kingdom security, and she knew that Hadrian was not interested in ruling

So, with a determined mind, Mara placed herself on her hands and knees, lifted her butt and began to serve the empress, while Hadrian's powerful hands caressed her huge butt

The night would be long and pleasant for the Martell sisters

Flashback end

Mara left her thoughts upon arriving at her destination, a large store, home to the city's finest arcane blacksmith, according to her husband

Upon entering, Mara was not disappointed

The place was full of beautiful and lethal weapons, unknown materials adorned the walls of that establishment

There were swords, hammers, daggers and of course, spears

Mara and Delia were so distracted that they didn't notice the presence behind them

"Can I help you?" exclaimed a refined voice

Surprised, both women turned around and found the owner of the voice

Mara responds politely

"Good afternoon, we are looking for Hattori, my husband recommended your store to commission some things"

Nodding, the man replied

"I'm Hattori, nice to meet you," the elf exclaimed with a nod of his head

The princess began to speak

“Perfect! Then I want to commission some things, magical of course," Mara exclaimed

Nodding, Hattori walked to his desk, where a piece of parchment was located, focusing on the piece of paper, the elf spoke again

"What do you want to commission?" he asked

Mara answered simply

"For the moment a couple of daggers and a spear" the elf nodded without looking up from the parchment

"What material do you want them from?" it was evident that the blacksmith was concentrating

Mara responded quickly

"The best material, gold is no problem" the beautiful princess looked around the store while the man continued to take notes

"Understood, and what enchantments do you want the artifacts to possess?"

Faced with that question, the princess hesitated, being honest, she had no idea what to answer

So, embarrassedly, Mara asked

"The spear will be a family heirloom, although it must be fully functional and lethal, what charms do you recommend?"

Hattori paused his writing for a moment and began to stroke his chin gently

"Eternal edge, to pierce anything, rust less enchantment to make sure it never requires maintenance, lightness, to decrease the weight of the weapon and blood bond, to make sure that only people with your family's blood can wield it, it would be a generic weapon, but without knowing the specifications of the wielder, it is not possible to do more," Hattori's tone was embarrassed,  As if what he said wasn't enough

Mara, completely amazed, spoke again

“Sounds excellent, if possible, I would like it to be in orange and black, they are the colors of my family, after all”

Hattori nodded and replied

"It's possible, it will be simple, it won't be Caelum Ruptor or Zireael, but it will be an incredible weapon," Hattori muttered as he began to plan the construction of the powerful weapon

Confused, Mara asked

"Caelum Ruptor or Zireael?" in a voice full of curiosity

Hattori responded with a shrug

"The swords of the emperor and empress, my greatest works, magical artifacts of great power, custom-built for their wielders to maximize their use of magic."

 Nodding, Mara made the mental note of asking Hadrian about those weapons

The rest of the afternoon, Mara spent time with Delia and Layla as they explored the city, they bought many interesting gadgets, and countless books on water magic

The Martell house would become a magical house, Mara would take care of that

Ormund Hightower, Oldtown, the Hightower, the eternal light room

 Ormund was old, if the gods were kind, he would see his seventieth name next year

His legacy was secure, Hobert and Otto were married and with descendants of their own, they were already responsible for all the activities of the city

Which left the old man to follow his passion, those esoteric and ancient tomes that were hidden in the black fortress, under the Hightower

Where the Hightower of old hide all their arcane knowledge from the jealous eyes of the Andals

For years, things had been quiet, the game was predictable, houses were rising and others were falling

But they prevailed, as they had since the dawn age

However, the board had been shaken by an unexpected player

Hadrian Potter

A sorcerer of such enormous power that, he conquest Dragonstone in a single day, he subdued the bloodwyrm as if he were a simple cub and took not only one, but two princesses of the kingdom as wives without the king's consent and lived to tell the tale.

The old man's thoughts were interrupted by seven knocks on the door, at specific intervals, identifying his children

In a deep, tired voice, Ormund spoke

“Get in”

Hobert and Otto entered the room, bowing their heads in respect.

Ormund speaks

“Report, my children”

Hobert began

"The king's hand is sick, it was believed to be lethal, however, a healer in King Hadrian's service managed to save him, Princess Aemma takes refuge in Sky Palace, the conciliator and the dragon reader reunited, apparently, Prince Vaegon will live in King's Landing permanently, much to the chagrin of the masters."

Otto snorted indignantly

“The gray rats are offended by the lack of respect for their non-existent authority, and the poisonous fanatics threatens the consorts of the young dragon, an uprising is coming in the storm lands, they plan to take Albion and name it the holy capital of Westeros”

At such words the three men made a disgusted face, although useful at certain moments, the faith of the seven was a difficult tool to control, which had lost its usefulness in the face of the strengthening of magic

Proof of this was the green brazier located in the center of the room

The eternal light, the best secret of the Hightower house

A blessing from an ancient race, hidden in the depths of the fortress and protected by the lighthouse, allowed arcane users to peer into the near future

Used in the past by their ancestors to enrich their lands and anticipate enemy attacks, eternal light was Oldtown's best-kept secret

And for the first time in decades, he had shown Ormund a vision

The old man spoke

"I saw through the light, the Targaryens will gain more power, just like the Martells and the Starks, magic is strengthened and enemies from the past will appear again."

Such words alerted both sons, who did not respond, waiting for their father to finish speaking

"An alliance with the Potter house is our priority, both will go to Sky Palace, Ormund with plans for trade routes and Otto to offer his services to the king, you shall take Allicent, if we are lucky, she will strike up a friendship with Prince James, even talk about an engagement" exclaimed the old man

Hobert looked at his father doubtfully and replied

"Prince Baelon is likely to betroth Princess Rhaenyra to Prince James," warned the old man's eldest son

Otto answers

"Although I trust your faith in my abilities, Father, what can I offer a sorcerer of such power?" The doubt was genuine in the man's voice

In response, Ormund walked towards the flame and placed his hand gently on the emerald flame

“We will give you what any cultured and powerful person wants, knowledge”

Then Ormund closed his eyes and began to murmur in the old tongue

Consequently, the flame increased its power, shining very brightly, as it had only done thousands of years ago, the Lord of Oldtown was sending new orders

And all-around Westeros and Essos, specific candles were beginning to flicker

Apparently, the plans had changed, and they would adapt to the situation

After all, the Hightower light the way