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Baelon Targaryen, Hadrian’s ship, Shores of Chroyane

"This place is terrifying," Baelon whispered, as he looked with mixed feelings at his sister, who was dressed in a scandalous black dress, leaving much of her body visible

Baelon knew that the return to Westeros would be explosive, as soon as his father learned that Saera Targaryen was returning to the continent

"It is, be careful when you enter that place of death and destruction, stay close to Hadrian," Saera advised with an unusual tone of seriousness, showing how worried she was about this situation

Baelon just nodded, but he couldn't say anything else, the ruins made him tremble for some reason

But he wasn't the only one, he thought. As I watched as Lewin Martell frowned at the desolate city, evidently concerned about whatever inhabited it

"I must get ready, we will talk when I come back," said Prince Baelon, trying to be optimistic

Saera just sighed and nodded

"I understand, take care of yourself Baelon, if you will excuse me, I will be with my daughters and maybe fucks Hadrian before you all leave" said the princess, at the same time as she walked towards the bottom of the ship, without anyone daring to stand in her way

After all, Saera belonged to Hadrian now and no one was stupid enough to meddle with the Dragon King 

Not after Myr, Baelon thought

The prince looked back at the damn city, he didn't know what he was going to find, but he was willing to do anything to protect his family

Even to give his life, if necessary

Although he hoped not to have to go to those extremes

Calmly, the prince approached Lewin Martell, who was still staring at the city, specifically at the central palace, which was evidently in ruins

“We have records of this place, it was beautiful, with huge towers with waterfalls made of Rhoynar magic, the ancients swam placidly, purifying the waters with their mere presence, the leafy and fertile trees, fruit of the blessing of mother Rhyone, ruled by Prince Garin the Great, a place of science, art and beauty, reduced... to this, for your ancestors” there was no fury or hatred in Lewin's voice

Simply, resignation and disappointment, and for some reason, that affected Baelon more

"I cannot answer for the actions of my ancestors, any more than you do for the actions of yours," replied the Prince of Dragonstone, staring at Lewin

The prince of Dorne simply nodded, agreeing with Baelon's words

"I know, however, it is a real shame, to imagine all that was lost to greed and ambition."

And Baelon could say nothing but agree

"Seeing this, I can't help but be ashamed of my ancestors, their acts of cruelty and the result of their greed and their craving to consume, I would have loved to see this city in its glory days," confessed Baelon, in a moment of camaraderie with Prince Martell

However, Lewin's response surprised Baelon

"Don't do it, your ancestors answered for their sins, just as you will, in due time, just be better, that the Targaryen legacy is not fire and destruction, it is in your hands, not those of your ancestors," Lewin advised, at the same time that he left the deck of the ship and left to prepare for the expedition in the city

And such words left the prince of Dragonstone thoughtful

The past was written and I couldn't do anything about it, Chroyane had fallen and wouldn't come back

However, the future was in his hands, the legacy of the House of the Dragon, how did he wish to be remembered?

Conquerors and warlords? Senseless wars and unprecedented slaughter

Or builders, forgers of empires, revered even millennia after their death

The answer was clear to the prince; he had a lot to do in Westeros

However, the most important thing at this time was to survive

He had a lot of plans, after all

Decisively, the prince withdrew from the deck to prepare, the city was dangerous

And he would need all the help he could, it was time to use the gift Anna gave him when he left Novigrad

Hadrian Potter, Chroyane Dock

Hadrian was getting ready, putting on his armor slowly, there was no hurry, they were already in the cursed city, so they would have all the time in the world

Looking back down at his bed, he watched with amusement as Jocelyn and Saera snuggled up to each other, completely exhausted after the wild fucking he had subjected them to

Both cunts had ended up flooded with his seed, at the same time that both women muttered incoherently non-stop, overwhelmed with pleasure

"Everything is ready my king, we are waiting for your orders" said the voice of Lyara, who was sheathed in an elegant trench coat that hugged her figure in a sinful way, with high-heeled boots and her hair in a ponytail, it was evident that the young Stark expected to fight, but she would look fabulous doing so

Vain to the end, Hadrian thought

"Let's go, Jocelyn and Saera won't wake up for a long time and the city waits," said the king, at the same time as he finished putting on his armor and left the room 

"We carry everything we could possibly need, potions, portkey to escape, even spare weapons, the Targaryens and the Martells are waiting in the port where we docked."

Hadrian nodded

"Perfect, then let's go," he ordered, and Lyara followed him without complaint as usual

As he descended, Hadrian looked at the desolation of the city with sadness, it was evident that Chroyane had been a beautiful place in its golden days

"Come on, the information we are looking for is in the palace of the Moon, or what is left of it, it was the home of Prince Garin," the king reported, as he began to walk through the harbor

At the site, they found huge cages, with corpses inside, evidently of Garin's warriors, while the bodies of soldiers in rusty armor, evidently Valyrians could be seen near them, neither faction having a quick or painless death

"Slaves, they were preparing to move Garin's soldiers," Lewin reported with a frown, at the same time that he threw a prayer to these men, who gave their lives, so that the people of Dorne could be free

Their sacrifice would not be forgotten

As they left the docks, they encountered a huge canal, which led towards an immense palace in the center of the city, from which, to Hadrian's surprise and the distrust of the rest, a streak of blue light could be visible

"Something or someone inhabits that place, keep alert and don’t touch anything" the king ordered, at the same time that they continued their walk through the canal

And then, they began to appear

Huge corpses, of the ancient’s giant turtles and dragons, all dead, obviously, but without a degree of decomposition, as if they had just lost their lives a minute ago

"By the Gods," Lewin murmured, looking sadly at the corpses of the colossal creatures, while Baelon did the same with the dragons, which were as big as Vhagar

“Look at that! Rhoynar weapons and more Valyrian steel," shouted one of Baelon's soldiers, who was quickly reprimanded by Hadrian

“Silence! We are not alone and do not touch anything, not yet, we must get to the palace first” the tone of seriousness made everyone obey the king's orders

"My king, the magical presence is titanic, I have never felt anything like it before, whatever inhabits the palace, it is powerful" Lyara murmured cautiously in her voice

Hadrian simply nodded, fully aware that the young Stark's words were true, and for the first time since he came into this world, he felt cautious

Whatever lived there was powerful, bordering on divinity

Arriving at the palace, they found more signs of fighting, many more cages, huge with giant chains, evidently designed to be carried by dragons, with hundreds of bodies inside and soldiers around the place

A complete massacre, however, what caught the attention was a kind of pillar made of water, where, to everyone's surprise, a man was imprisoned

He was noble, with exquisite black armor, the characteristic waves made it clear that it was Valyrian steel, his face was emaciated and skeletal, in constant pain

"Awesome magical prison, using the magic of the river to keep him alive, but a constant agony, this man has been drowning since the city fell," Hadrian whispered, really impressed with what he saw

Baelon looked at the prisoner in amazement, at the same time that Hadrian did something disturbing

The king's eyes flashed with a golden glow, at the same time as golden-colored magical appendages took the prisoner and pulled him out, freeing him

Instantly, the dragon lord inhaled hard, his weak body trying, with little success, to bring air into his lungs again

However, to Baelon's disbelief, the helpless being spoke arrogantly and stupidly

"I AM AURELIUS VALTIGAR, ENFORCER OF THE GLORIOUS VALTIGAR FAMILY, I DEMAND THAT YOU LESSER BEINGS TAKE ME TO VALYRIA AND..." However, Hadrian was not in the mood for stupidity

"Hush, pig," said the king coldly, at the same time touching the man's forehead with a finger, and muttering a word

“Legilimens”

The dragon lord gasped in pain and an instant later, he began to scream without apparent control, begging for mercy

"STOP, STOP, STOP, I'M AURELIUS VALTIGAR, STOP, I..." However, Hadrian had gotten what he wanted and, using his sword, detached the head from the man's neck, killing him instantly

"By the Gods," Lewin murmured, looking at Hadrian's coldness with respect

"I know you're there, show yourself," ordered the king, looking down a dark alley, near the entrance to the palace

"Damn," Lyara murmured, a feeling shared by Baelon and Lewin, who couldn't help but curse when they saw the monster

A giant snake, built of rock and water, looked at the expedition with obvious curiosity, without showing any kind of concern

And then, the monster spoke

"He didn't deserve consolation, he deserved to suffer," said the imposing creature

Hadrian nodded and replied

"I know, however, I needed information and I was not going to let such a despicable being alive" was the king's reply

The huge beast turned its head, staring at Hadrian

"He is waiting for you, in the center of the palace of love" and without saying anything else, the enormous beast, returns again to the darkness, disappearing on the spot

"What the hell was that, Hadrian?" asked Baelon, really upset by what he had just seen

“That... it can be a great ally or a formidable enemy, come on, if my theory is correct, our mission here is just beginning”

And without waiting for an answer, Hadrian began to ascend to the palace, being followed by Lyara and the rest of the expedition

Lewin Martell, The palace of Love, Chroyane

"This place must have been beautiful, a pity this tragic fate," said the prince with a sigh

The palace's halls, even in ruins, bore vestiges of its former glory, which pierced through relentless time, clinging to what once was

Even the presence of Valyrian soldiers was not enough to overshadow such a magnificent work

"It's the nature of things, everything has an end, from a simple flower to the greatest of empires, we all have the same destiny, the stranger,” said King Hadrian

"Even you? Doesn't your magic have the ability to defy death?” asked the prince with genuine curiosity

Hadrian smiled sadly and answers

"Challenge her? Yes, magic can extend your life for centuries or even millennia, beat it? It is impossible, death is inevitable, it is the final destination, it is the price we pay for the gift of life, and it is not to be feared, but to be embraced, as if it were an old friend," replied the king wisely

 At the same time, they arrived at the central chamber of the palace

Where Lewin's breath left his body

In the room, there were four of the water prisons they had seen before, with Dragon Lords still captured, while on a golden throne, similar in design to the ancients, stood a... body, for lack of a better adjective

Wearing really beautiful armor and holding a broken spear, the being stared at Hadrian

"You are late, master of death," said the being calmly

Hadrian stepped forward and spoke clearly, at the same time as the monstrous serpent from before appeared and coiled itself on the throne

"There were others thing to do, Prince Garin."

Everyone in the expedition was silent, afraid to make a noise

"When your ship arrived in the city, I ordered Rhyone's daughters to destroy it, imagine my surprise when a magical barrier with titanic power prevented them from approaching, the surprise turned into curiosity to see how an expedition of sons of Rhoynar and Valyrians got off the same ship, as equals"

Hadrian nodded and began to speak

“We have come because...”

"Because you wish to break the curse, you wish to free your progeny from the scourge of mother Rhyone, on the Valyrian side as well as on the Dornish side, even in this prison, I am not indifferent to what happens in the world, master of death," Garin reported

Hadrian just raised an eyebrow and responded with amusement

“Is this the point where we reached an agreement for you to cross the threshold? Or is it where you fight against the inevitable and I have to raze this city to the ground?”

For a moment, Lewin thought Hadrian was bluffing, but seeing the Dragon King's seriousness, the Prince of Dorne preferred to keep quiet

"Hahaha you even bring progeny of my beloved Nymeria, my heart is lightened to know that her lineage is still alive, even centuries after our departure" said the supposed prince, before focusing his blue and dead eyes on Hadrian

"I am ready to cross the threshold, master of death, I have been for thousands of years, since my beloved city and my beloved town was destroyed, yet it is not me you must convince," said the man

And in that instant, a female figure, manifested behind the trapped prince, with a magical blue glow, looking directly towards the Dragon King

And Lewin knew who it was, all the stories of his people spoke of his appearance

The Goddess Rhyone, the mother of the Rhoynar

This fucking mission had gotten even more complicated

Lewin only hoped that Hadrian would have the power to get out of this situation