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Hadrian Potter, Myr

“Are you sure?” Hadrian asked seriously looking at Baelon, they were both on the balcony from where all the nobility of Myr had committed suicide

At least the patriarchs and sons, Hadrian thought, remembering the sea of wives and daughters they held prisoner, all families of the defeated magisters

All at the mercy of Albion

Baelon nodded

"Yes, everything happened here, bodies began to rain all at once, throwing themselves towards death and in this place, a woman, I suppose the one responsible for the "suicide" Baelon replied

Hadrian nodded, lost in thought, his senses telling him that, in this place, powerful magic had been used, however, the person responsible was really skilled at hiding his trail

Something that bothered and impressed Hadrian, after all, few things were foreign to his senses

Seeing that Baelon was waiting for an answer, Hadrian sighed and said

"You're right, powerful magic was cast in this room, however, the trail is too faint, the only thing I'm able to detect is that it's moving east, towards the ocean, towards..." At that moment, Baelon interrupted

"Towards the ruins of Valyria, which leaves us with more questions than answers," Baelon replied while sighing heavily.

Hadrian simply nodded

"There's no point in worrying about this situation at the moment, you have more important things to do, like what you're going to do with this city."

Baelon sighed and replied

“Most of the widows demanded to be handed over to the crown of Albion, expressing their distrust of the "False Dragons."

Hadrian snorted and couldn't help but ask

"False dragons?" he asks with amusement

Baelon snorted and answered

"Apparently, in Myr's eyes, we are simple Andal kings and not Valyrian lords."

Baelon expected mockery or some sarcastic comment from Hadrian, however, what he never expected, was his response

“That's what your family is”

Baelon looked at Hadrian in surprise, surprised by those words

His Good brother just shrugged his shoulders and replied

"You rule over Andal Lords, over Andal commoners, you follow Andal traditions, the Myrish are right about one thing, House Targaryen is a Andal royal house, not Valyrian, there was never a Valyrian royal house, too arrogant and proud to that"

At Hadrian's words, Baelon didn't know what to think, all their lives they had boasted of being the house of the dragon, the last noble house of old Valyria

However, ... They knew almost nothing about the old empire

Traditions, celebrations and knowledge, all lost during the doom

For practical purposes, the nobles of Myr had more Valyrian traditions than the Targaryens themselves

It wasn't necessarily a bad thing, considering that Valyrians, it seems, were really pieces of shit

The widows fully understood that Myr was gone, the city would become a fucking ruin, and they were looking for the best outcome for their broken families

“And why would I bother to take these stupid harpies into my home?” Hadrian couldn't believe the audacity of these women, who thought they could demand something from him

Baelon just shrugged his shoulders

"I don't know, they demanded an audience with you, for the moment, my father and I are emptying the vaults, are you sure you don't want gold?" asked Baelon with amusement

Hadrian rolled his eyes and replied

"I don't need gold, I'll just make a copy of every book in all the libraries of the magisters and we we are even"

At those words, Baelon nodded, took Hadrian's shoulder, and said

"Then I'll leave you, there's a lot to do, I'll do my best to finish everything in less than a week, I understand that Volantis is waiting for us, Hadrian the conqueror" and with those words and laughing loudly, Baelon left Hadrian alone on the balcony 

Hadrian rolled his eyes and snorted in amusement, waited a few moments, until he was sure he was completely alone and, for the first time in a long time, took out his wand

The young king began to make complicated movements all over the place, at the same time that a white mist began to dissipate throughout the place

In an instant, the fog began to take on human forms, simulating all the magisters in their last meeting, as if it were an echo of the past, they all moved naturally, erratic and sudden movements that betrayed high levels of stress and terror, normal reactions, considering that Hadrian was decimating the city's defenses very easily

And then... everyone stood completely still, everyone...

Except for one individual, who seemed to turn suddenly, looking into a void in the echo

It was evident that the man was terrified, he placed his arms crossed as a gesture of protection, at the same time trying to attract as little attention as possible from the mysterious visitor

The enchantment was able to detect that, in addition to the men, there was another person in the place, but nothing else

Hadrian watched as the man's silhouette knelt and pleaded, raising his gaze with total submission, begging for mercy and then...

The mysterious man stopped moving completely for an instant, no more than three seconds, then he and the rest of those present, began to run towards the balcony, throwing themselves towards his painful and tortuous death, an act that was evidently observed by the perpetrator 

 “Who are you?” Hadrian murmured, completely intrigued by the mystery, the whole situation with the nobles had been really strange

And something inside Hadrian, telling him that he was just beginning

Myrlena Serentis, occupied Myr

"How low we have fallen," exclaimed one of the many ladies, watching helplessly as the Potter and Targaryen troops marched through the city with total freedom, looting and burning little by little ancient buildings of their glorious city

The conciliator was being really meticulous, Myrlena thought nonchalantly

"By what right does the false dragon dare to plunder our vaults and treasures?" snapped one of the younger ladies, the eldest daughter of a deceased magister

"The right of conquest, King Hadrian tore our defenses to pieces in minutes, without the scorpions, the Targaryens dragon flew into the city" replied in an indifferent voice another of the many captive ladies

Myrlena could understand her, they were screwed, Jaehaerys Targaryen was unwilling to negotiate, all the gold in the city was being transported to the ships, all the fortune that legally belonged to the wives and heiresses of the magisters, taken and confiscated by the dragon kings 

However, there was nothing they could do, Myr would disappear from the map, the Conciliator and the Sorcerer King was sending a message, and Myr would be the warning to anyone who was stupid enough to meddle in the affairs of the dragon houses

So, the alternatives were exhausted and they were fucked

The moment they emerged from the ruins of Myr unprotected, the Dothraki and the slavers would feast on them, ending up as whores in Lys at best and raped and murdered at worst 

The last trump card? To apply for asylum, that the man responsible for leaving them in total poverty would take them and watch over their well-being

After causing this disaster, it's the least he could do, after all

The only problem? That they didn't have much to offer

At that moment, one of the famous centurions entered the room and reported

"King Hadrian has agreed to have an audience, move," ordered the centurion

Normally Myrlena would have ordered a hundred lashes to be given to the imbecile who dared to speak to her in that way, she was Myrlena Serentis, Lady of one of the most important and wealthy families in Myr

However, that was now the past, so, swallowing out her pride, Myrlena simply nodded and replied

"Guide us to your master," he ordered, hoping to have a little revenge, however, the soldier didn't even deign to answer, he simply turned around and started walking, completely indifferent if the women were following him or not

Leaving the building to where the king was, Myrlena couldn't help but compare both armies, the Targaryen soldiers were more beasts than people, destroying and looting at will, there was even a rumor that Baelon Targaryen himself executed at least twenty soldiers for rape

The Potter soldiers, however, were completely different

Even the lowest ranking moved elegantly, with straight backs and heads held high, proud to wear the colors of their king, the centurions moved with discipline and in groups of four, maintaining order in the parts of the city controlled by King Hadrian

And speaking of the king, Myrlena thought

"Your grace, the widows and daughters of the magisters, as you commanded"

Myrlena had just become a widow, however, she had no feelings towards her ex-husband, her father had married her off at 18, and Mallik Serentis was already an old man by the time that happened

So she felt no guilt or qualms when she observed the delicious body of King Hadrian, who was caressing the powerful Aldar, the queen of the heavens, with golden scales and an aura of lightning that gave her an elegance absent in Targaryen dragons

Aldar was a king's mount, Myrlena thought

Stepping forward, as the leader of the group, Myrlena made a low courtesy, showing total submission towards the king and began to speak

“King Hadrian, thank you for granting us this audience”

For a few moments, the king did not answer, he continued adjusting some things of the armor of his mount, after a few uncomfortable minutes of silence, the king caressed the neck of his dragon, muttered some words that Myrlena could not hear and turned to look at them

"Baelon informs me that you wish to speak with me, apparently, you mention something about providing asylum in the lands of Albion."

Myrlena looked at the king in surprise, she expected a long talk about banal things before touching on the main topic, apparently, King Hadrian didn't like to waste time

So Myrlena went to the point in the same way

"We have absolutely nothing, you and the Conciliator are looting Myr completely, if we stay, we will all end up dead or worse, in a brothel in Lys as simple whores, we want to apply for asylum and, considering that your reputation is much better than that of the decrepit old man, we want to negotiate some kind of agreement"

All the women looked at Myrlena in amazement, the widow Serentis was always demure and followed etiquette to the letter

However, the rules had changed, and it seemed that King Hadrian valued efficiency

Nodding in understanding, the young king looked towards the group of women, it was somewhat small, no more than thirty, including literally twelve-year-old girls, they all looked at each other in terror

Hadrian stifled a sigh and replied

“The word negotiate implies that you have something that interests me, none of you have gold, or influence, what do you think you possess that may be of interest to me?” Hadrian asked curiously

Myrlena knew that this would be the most difficult part of the negotiation, it was well known that Albion was a wealthy kingdom, so gold was out of the game, all women were willing to offer themselves to the king, however, it was well known that Hadrian Potter had lovers to spare, so even if the idea did not displease them,  it wouldn't be the card they would use in this negotiation, so Myrlena would use something that Hadrian Potter was interested in

"I have information about two of the partners of the late Magister Tharik, the shark in Braavos and the goat in Norvos," Myrlena replied

To be honest, she did not know very well the meanings of those names, however, it was evident that King Hadrian knew what they were about, his countenance became serious and he focused all his concentration on negotiation

“If you really own what you mention, we can come to an agreement, what do you want from Albion?” Wonders the king

And Myrlena responded faster than she should have

“Political asylum, a comfortable life among the nobility of Albion and security for the future of our daughters”

Myrlena expected ridicule, contempt, or some derogatory comment from the king, such a reaction was common among men of power

However, King Hadrian was not just any man

Myrlena watched as the king's pupils began to glow, illuminating with a powerful golden glow, as he looked at all the ladies with great interest, muttering to himself

"Most of you have low levels of magic, insufficient for a marriage within the political sphere of Albion, but enough that, in a generation or two, the gift will get stronger, however, I will marry heirs of merchant families who will be delighted to have wives of such high birth as you, perhaps one of your future descendants will be strong enough to rise in the politics of the empire" King Hadrian replied while thinking quickly

Myrlena was going to complain, given the audacity that they, Myr's highest-born women, would end up as wives of simple merchants, however, the king continued to speak

"All young women under thirteen will be sent directly to the academy, I need a certain level of competence in my subjects, advanced mathematics and standard mercantile knowledge, even there they could meet and enchant some heir, as future wives of my merchants, they will have certain expectations that they must meet."

At those words, many of the young women began to cry without apparent control, from being princesses of Myr, betrothed to the richest and most influential men of Essos, to simple wives of merchants

However, Myrlena did not complain, considering that the alternative was a brothel, she would mount any merchant's cock a thousand times, moreover, she was fully aware of the king's actions, this was a lesson, a reminder that, even if Hadrian Potter would show mercy

They should not meddle with their affairs

After all, murdering your rivals and marrying their wives and daughters to your lesser vassals was a powerful message that would be received loud and clear throughout the known world

However, Myrlena would see to her family's good first, and she had one last card up her sleeve

"I understand, however, I have something else to negotiate with, in return, I want my daughter to marry one of the nobles of Albion."

At those words, Hadrian looked at Myrlena with expectant amusement, while the rest of the women looked at her with treachery and fury in their eyes

"I hear you," Hadrian asked, intrigued

Inhaling hard, Myrlena stepped forward and said

"I have two family heirlooms, originally from ancient Valyria, they are yours, in exchange for you guaranteeing a dignified marriage for my daughter," he replied firmly

 The king looked at her with interest and an instant later, the beautiful woman began to feel a kind of tingling in her head, like an annoying really uncomfortable itch

An instant later, the sensation disappeared and the king's countenance had changed

"It's a deal, I'll get a noble husband for your daughter, in exchange for the heirlooms and, from your sworn service to the Potter house, you'll spend the rest of your days at Sky Palace, after all, I need your blood to study such curious artifacts," Hadrian replied with amusement

Then the king's hand lit up with a white glow, and before the incredulous eyes of all the ancient noble ladies of Myr, a beautiful and powerful ethereal dragon, made of a white glow, manifested itself before them all

"Viserra dear, I will send you thirty refugees, under thirteen to the academy and the older ones will be married by the merchant families, I charge you with the details"

A moment later, Hadrian looked at one of his soldiers and ordered

"Captain Jacob, these women are now part of our kingdom, make sure they arrive in Albion safe and sound, my wives will take care of the rest."

The man beat his chest and approached Myrlena saying

"I suppose they will have things they want to take," said the soldier, who began to coordinate the rest of the women, however, the widow's gaze is fixed on the king

"Myrlena, I have business to attend to, you will travel to Albion with the relics and present yourself to my wife, she will take care of the rest," Hadrian Potter ordered, at the same time looking at the sky and exclaiming

"Apparently, it's time to go," he murmured

Myrlena didn't know what she meant, until, from among the black clouds, a huge wooden beast began to peek out, it was black with golden details, twice the size of Myr's warship

And the damn thing was flying...

They never had a chance, Myrlena thought to herself

However, although a door had closed, opportunities had emerged

After all, what was old Myr, compared to Holy Albion, where she would spend the rest of her life serving a powerful sorcerer body, mind and soul…

The possibilities were endless, and Myrlena would make the most of them

Jaehaerys Targaryen, Myr

"So, although they got rid of Tharik, we have two more clues, the shark in Braavos and the goat in Norvos," the old king spoke calmly, as he sat looking out over the ocean, drinking Hadrian's famous "tea"

The king of Albion nodded and replied

"That's right, someone killed Tharik, I guess it's the order, however, they possess powerful magic, so powerful as to hide their tracks from me, we're not dealing with a normal enemy," Hadrian reported while frowning

"Albion's defenses are on high alert, no one who wishes to harm my children or my wives will be allowed to enter Sky Palace, however, I cannot say the same about King's Landing."

Jaehaerys sighed heavily, and replied

"Visenya has given me the necessary plans to build wards in the Keep network, however, the conqueror insisted that I beg you on my knees for you to build them, apparently, she holds you in high esteem and wishes to chat with you," the old man reported 

Hadrian rubbed his chin gently

“What do you offer in return?” he Wonders

Jaehaerys nodded, expecting such a response and replied

"Is there anything special you want?" I ask curiously

At those words, Hadrian was silent, after all, there was nothing Jaehaerys could offer him

Until...

"I will do it, I will talk to Visenya and build the magical defenses of your castle," Hadrian reported with determination

Jaehaerys sighed with relief, as a smile lit up his tired face

"In exchange for a small favor, something really small," Hadrian continued with a smile, which began to give the old man a bad feeling, after all, if Hadrian didn't need anything from him

What favor could he need?

"For the safety of my family, I will accept any condition," the old man declared with determination

Hadrian simply smiled, pleased with himself and something inside Jaehaerys told him that he had just made a deal with the demon

I wasn't wrong

Hadrian Potter, in route to Volantis

"We will arrive in Volantis in a couple of days, prepare everything to buy as many provisions as we can, we will not know how long we will be in Chroyane, it is better to prepare for everything, any doubts, consult with Lord Geralt" ordered the king

Both Baelon and Lewin nodded and continued on their way, the consequences of their actions on Myr already beginning to be present

Hadrian the conqueror, again, thought the young king with a sigh

Alas, he didn't want to think about it, had been so busy that he hadn't been able to take care of his women properly

So...

"Welcome, master," exclaimed the seductive voice of Lyara, who looked at him kneeling in her chambers, in a thin and fitted golden dress, with beautiful silver bracelets, evidently enchanted

"If you need relief and pleasure, I am ready to serve you," whispered the young wolf with desire

Hadrian sighed, at the same time that, using his magic, he was completely naked, walked towards the kneeling lady and firmly grabbed her hair, causing a moan from Lyara

"It's time to have fun, I'll fuck you like the horny bitch you are, my naughty apprentice"

Lyara looked at him with desire and with challenging eyes exclaimed

"promises, your grace, promises”

Hadrian's gaze clouded with lust and Lyara couldn't help but shudder before the crazed eyes

Apparently, a long night awaited her

And she could hardly hope to belong to King Hadrian body and soul