The lightning prince - The price of treason (Patreon)

Hadrian Potter, above Myr

Hadrian had flown to the city of Myr; to be honest, it was a simple old and dirty city, quite similar to an Arab city in his world

Although... older and wilder, thought the king

The walls were sturdy and thick, with dangerous battlements with terrifying giant scorpions, capable of launching projectiles with such force as to damage one of the old man's dragons

However, to Myr's misfortune, Aldar was a completely different story

After all, though much smaller than Vhagar and Vermithor, Aldar had something that made her superior to the rest of the dragons

She was extremely fast and didn't need to get close to do damage

It's time, the young king thought to himself

Placing his hand on his forearm, Hadrian called out to his familiar, who appeared in a powerful golden glow, apparently eager for a fight

"Another battle, my friend," Hadrian whispered as he took a seat on Aldar's mount, still hidden in the clouds

Aldar roared gallantly, eager for a fight, as her wings lit up with lightning, causing the clouds to respond in kind

Hadrian simply closed his eyes and took a hard breath, mentally preparing himself for the massacre

After all, a message had to be sent

The only thing he didn't like about the situation was the thousands of slaves in the city, they were really the innocent ones in this situation

The instructions were given, his centurions and Jaehaerys' troops had orders to free as many slaves as they could

However, Hadrian was no fool, many innocents would die today

It was the nature of war, after all, the innocent always paid

Without exception

His participation in the invasion was simple, Hadrian would destroy the only thing in the city that was slightly annoying to the old man and Baelon

Fucking scorpions, one of Myr's specialties, as well as its glass industry

Without wasting any more time, Hadrian gave the order

"Come on Aldar, attack" he muttered with determination

In response, the dragon roared announcing to the city of the impending massacre, the skies became stormy, in response to Aldar's magic and she swooped over the walls at high-speed leaving a trail of lightning and a storm in her wake and then

Aldar opened his mouth, unleashing a deadly lightning strike on the clueless scorpions

And Myr shook to its foundations

The battle had begun 

Magister Tharik, Myr, some time later

The city shook again, the ground itself trembling as it received another attack from King Hadrian, at the same time as another of the anti-dragon crossbows were destroyed

At this rate, they would run out of defenses in no time, the man thought furiously

"THIS IS YOUR FUCKING FAULT THARIK!" roared one of his rivals while looking at him with contempt

"The council ordered you not to meddle in the affairs of the conciliator, and not only did you murder the king's hand, but you were stupid enough to leave a note mocking him, what the fuck was he thinking?" reproached one of the oldest magisters

Tharik couldn't answer, after all, he hadn't been the one who had ordered such a stupid attack, yet he knew perfectly well who was responsible

Apparently, the order had learned of his actions and had found it convenient to dispose of him

Tharik just stifled a snort, if he fell, he'd make sure to take that fucking order with him

"We must surrender," exclaimed one of the youngest in the room, looking around him, hoping to find support

Tharik simply snorted and replied

"It won't work" at the same time that King Hadrian's mighty dragon attacked again, knocking down a third of the scorpions

"This attack is a coordinated effort between the iron throne and Albion, we are a fucking message, no more than a royal conquest, I received reports from the Stepstones, Craghas is dead, King Hadrian exterminated his fleet and all of Bloodstone, as we speak, Albion and Dorne are fortifying the islands" Tharik waited with fury at the loss of his protégé

However, he had more important things to worry about

Like survive, for example

"We cannot stand idly, any man has a price, even the sorcerer king, gold, daughters or esoteric knowledge, we can gather the hundred most beautiful maidens, accompanied with their combined weight in gold in exchange for mercy," murmured one of the most astute magisters

Many muttered their approval; however, Tharik was not one of them

After all, King Hadrian had it all, a kingdom, a dragon, a fucking army, and as many women as he wanted

For fuck´s sake, he had two of the Conciliator's daughters to warm his fucking bed, Hadrian Potter wasn't interested in women or gold

Everyone in the meeting room had no fucking idea what to do

And then...

Two powerful and terrifying roars joined the fight

Tharik turned pale suddenly and looked across the balcony at the ocean. Where he watches in absolute terror as two huge beasts flew slowly but steadily

Straight into the city

The bronze’s fury and the Queen of Dragons, the mounts of the Conciliator and his heir

Vermithor and Vhagar, accompanied by a titanic fleet of one hundred and fifty ships heading towards the city

They were fucked, very fucked, Tharik thought absolutely terrified

All the magisters in the room watched helplessly as the terrifying beasts began to tear Myr's fleet apart, the coppery and green flames bathed the waters of the city, exterminating the city's defensive fleet

"We must surrender, we will die if..." however, the man's words were suddenly interrupted, a fact that surprised Tharik

Turning to look, Tharik looked in surprise as all the men in the room were completely still, staring blankly and in complete silence

"Just look, my beloved Harry hasn't lost his touch," exclaimed a refined, feminine voice, full of fun and lust, as King Hadrian shattered the last scorpions in the city, giving free passage to the colossal Targaryen dragons

Tharik was completely petrified upon hearing that voice and against his will, he began to tremble, completely terrified

At that instant, King Hadrian's mighty dragon landed on one of the largest buildings in the city and roared into the sky

"Aldar is even more magnificent than I remembered her," murmured the matriarch with a smile, while her brown eyes looked towards where King Hadrian was

"Matriarch, I..." Tharik tried to speak; however, the beautiful red-haired woman simply raised a finger, silencing Tharik

Literally, since it was impossible for him to move his lips

"I always knew you were a snake, Tharik, since the priestess recruited you, however, you were useful, you played your own games, but you always respected the plans of the order, so I had no problem with your petty power games," the matriarch exclaimed with amusement

Tharik wisely was silent, too terrified to speak

"However, when, against my explicit orders, you not only murdered Prince Aemon, but also eliminated Princess Alyssa, for the sole purpose of destabilizing Westeros for your own plans, you sealed your death sentence."

"Aemon Targaryen had captured the swan, if I didn't intervene, we would be exposed," Tharik defended himself

To his surprise, the matriarch laughed softly

"You acted against my orders, it was not Aemon Targaryen's time to die, we had already taken care of Jocelyn Baratheon's womb, the prince's only heir would be Princess Rhaenys, which the conciliator would not allow, forcing him to name Baelon Targaryen as his heir, causing problems among the Targaryens" exclaimed the beautiful woman with an icy tone

Tharik did not respond, overwhelmed by the mere presence of the matriarch

"Alas, that's the past, my beloved Harry is here and he’ll probably gut you like a pig after frying your brain, though it would be fun to watch such an action, I know him all too well, and I don't want him to know about my presence in this world, at least not yet."

It was evident that the woman was speaking to herself, Tharik did not understand half of the woman's words, although he was able to grasp only one thing

The matriarch and the dragon king knew each other, apparently, they had a past together

And judging by the matriarch's crazed gaze, such a relationship was passionate

"Now, you have fulfilled your purpose, you have no reason to live any more" the woman exclaimed, as she walked towards Tharik

Gesturing with his delicate, refined hand, Tharik knelt against his will, utterly terrified

The woman then placed her index finger on her forehead and spoke again

“Sweet dreams, IMPERIO”

And suddenly, all of Magister Tharik's worries disappeared

Forever

Baelon Targaryen, City of Myr

"MOVE FORWARD," roared the prince as he pointed towards the center of the city with determination

The plan had gone perfectly, without the scorpions, Vhagar and Vermithor had fallen on the city without any problem

As soon as the army formed an outpost inside the city, Baelon came down from Vhagar, who enjoyed the growing number of slavers' corpses, while Baelon coordinated the attack from the ground

After all, he wished he could place his hands on the neck of the bastard, who took so much from his family

The city was practically taken, as his father ordered, all the buildings were being left and, as Hadrian ordered, all the slaves were being freed

The soldiers advanced steadily, while the few trained war mages carried out quite useful support activities, removing debris from alleys, locking up enemy soldiers to ambush them or even healing wounds

Sure, none of these activities were as impressive as Hadrian's absolute power, but it was still magic

That now, he was at the service of the house of the dragon

"My prince, we have arrived, reportedly, this is where the magisters gathered at the beginning of the invasion," muttered the newly inducted member of the King's Guard, Ser Harrold, a young KNIGHT of the house of Westerling

Nodding determinedly, Baelon ordered

"Then let's take the place, heavy knights in front, archers behind and wizards for support, FORWARD" roared the prince, as they began to walk towards the luxurious and beautiful building

However...

"WATCH OUT," roared a soldier as he pointed upwards

Baelon glanced quickly over to where the man pointed, only to watch in terror as dozens of bodies began to fall on them from the highest point of the building

At his side, two of the wizards who had sworn allegiance to House Targaryen, acted swiftly

"Protego," they both roared, at the same time that a kind of transparent dome appeared above their heads, just in time

The bodies began to fall on the shield, protecting the soldiers from fatal injuries, at the end of the strange event, at least twenty bodies were completely disposed of on the cold floor of the city

"Good job," Baelon said sincerely

Both men nodded in gratitude, without saying another word

The prince looked at the bodies, all dressed in fine and expensive silk robes, so Baelon assumed that they were all the magisters of the city

"It seems that they preferred to throw themselves to their death rather than face the fury of the dragon, my prince," exclaimed one of their soldiers, as they began to celebrate

Baelon, on the other hand...

That the richest men in Myr decided to take their own lives made no sense

Quickly, Baelon looked up, not knowing what to expect

And then he saw her...

A woman was not able to distinguish her face at such a distance, being able to recognize only one thing

Long and red bight hair

And then, before Baelon's incredulous eyes, the mysterious woman simply disappeared in the blink of an eye

Similar to Hadrian...

Shit, Baelon thought, not knowing what to think

Concentrating again, he began to give orders

“Disperse, we have to ensure the entire building, don't burn anything yet, we need information, understand?” the prince of Dragonstone ordered fiercely

All the soldiers obeyed, however, Baelon's thoughts were on the mysterious woman, who, without a doubt, was responsible for murdering all the magisters

The situation was getting complicated, the prince thought with a sigh

he had to talk to Hadrian and fast

Plans had to change, it seemed