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Aegon “Egg” Targaryen, Close to the Potter Tent – Ashford.

“Sister, wait!” said the young prince as he ran after Daella and Lady Gwyn.

The three of them were heading to the same destination, the Potter camp.

The trial had ended, Aerion had received the beating of his life and Duncan had kept his.

But the price… the price had been too high.

Three good knights were dead and his uncle Baelor had almost joined them, being saved from the Stranger’s grasp by the magic of Lord Harrys and Lady Lily.

Egg still struggled to believe what his eyes had seen, real magic! Being used right in front of his eyes.

And also in front of all the Lords and Ladies who were present, he thought with sobriety, knowing that this event would spread across the realm in a matter of time.

And inevitably, the problems would begin.

In fact, they had already begun.

The Potter camp, as expected, was filled with people, but the situation was… more complicated than he could imagine.

Unlike before, the famous bishops in Lord Harrys’ service were clad in armor that looked as if it had come from a tale of the Age of Heroes, black metal with cloaks and golden ornaments, carrying long and exquisite spears, watching the crowd with impassive gazes.

They did not look like men standing guard… they looked like statues of war given life, immovable, absolute.

Their armor now proudly displayed a particular symbol, a triangle, with a circle inside and a straight line across it.

Aegon did not know the meaning of such a symbol, but it was evident that it was important, considering that all of them wore it with pride on their breastplates.

Outside the camp, a septon, a group of septas and a couple of minor lords were trying to cause a disturbance, while, surprisingly, a group of smallfolk and lesser knights stood between the religious figures and the camp.

The comments… were quite varied, insults and threats being the most common, but it was more than evident that Lord Harrys and Lady Lily had more allies than enemies.

Upon reaching the entrance of the camp, Egg found Duncan, who was pleading with Howard to be allowed inside.

“I’m sorry lad, the princes are inside and we don’t want trouble, once we get the green light you’ll be able to enter,” said the warrior calmly and tactfully, making Duncan sigh in defeat.

At least until his sister Daella stepped in.

“He comes with us, Howard,” she said with familiarity, it was more than evident that his sister was more familiar with the Potters than he was.

The aforementioned Howard looked at her and nodded softly.

“A pleasure to see you again, princess,” he said with genuine happiness in his tone and a soft smile on his face.

Daella returned one of her own, and not one of those false and fabricated smiles that all princes mastered for social events, but a small and genuine one.

Like… she was coming home.

And that, more than anything, unsettled Aegon.

Lady Gwyn, who held a piece of cloth against her chest, looked at the familiarity between his sister and the guards with a worried expression, for some strange reason, but Aegon did not give it importance.

The group moved decisively toward where the King’s Guard stood, still covered in mud and exhausted, guarding the entrance to the rear section of the place.

Upon seeing them, both knights inclined their heads.

“Princess, prince, I fear that for the moment you cannot pass,” said Ser Donnel with politeness and calm, looking at Duncan and inclining his head in respect.

Fearing the worst, Egg stepped forward and said:

“Why? Has my uncle…?” he asked cautiously, fearing the worst.

Ser Donnel shook his head.

“No, Prince Baelor is well, he is still under treatment in the hands of Lady Lily, but… the atmosphere is tense and Prince Maekar has ordered that no one interrupt the process.”

Egg frowned at the unfairness in the knight’s words, however, before he could say anything else, the door opened.

It was his cousin Valarr, who looked at them with traces of tears in his eyes, but evidently calmer than before.

A good sign in his opinion.

“Let them pass, Ser,” said the prince calmly, making Ser Donnel nod and step aside, allowing the small group to enter without problems.

And upon seeing the room from the inside…

“Bloody hell, this place is enormous!” said Ser Duncan, looking astonished that they were not in a simple room, but an immensely large one. At the center lay his uncle Baelor, his eyes open and tired, while his father remained at his side, holding his hand in silence, staring intently at Lady Lily and Lord Harrys.

“The skull is repaired, but it will remain sensitive for a couple of days, this potion will help him replenish the blood he lost and make the discomfort more bearable,” said the beautiful redhead with sweetness, as she handed a thick green liquid to his uncle, who took it without protest, smiling weakly at the woman.

At her side, Lord Harrys stood upright, his posture imposing, his hand holding a kind of small branch which he moved with elegance, causing golden lights to move up and down across his uncle’s entire body.

His face remained impassive, but his eyes…his eyes were burning.

Lord Harrys was furious, more than he had ever been.

“No major trauma, minor bruising in ribs, arms and legs, blood pressure stable, anemic, but that was expected considering the amount of blood he lost,” said the young Lord coldly.

Lady Lily nodded and smiled at her son.

“Thank you, Harry,” she said sweetly, as she tried to get closer to caress his face.

An act that the young Lord Potter did not allow, with complete indifference he moved his face away from his mother’s hand and turned around.

“I won’t interrupt your important matter, I’m leaving,” he said coldly, now passing the branch over himself, causing his still dirty armor to disappear, replaced by an impressive black tunic with golden ornaments. Strange symbols, similar to letters but unknown to Aegon, were elegantly engraved into the exquisite garment, while a necklace bearing the same symbol as before adorned his chest.

“Harry…” the beautiful Lady tried to stop him unsuccessfully, watching with impotence as her son left the room without sparing her a glance, each of his steps carrying a kind of overwhelming invisible power that pressed down on everyone present without distinction.

When Lord Harrys left, Lady Lily let out a heavy sigh, while wiping traitorous tears from her eyes.

“Go talk to him, Lily,” said his uncle Baelor with understanding, looking directly at the redhead.

However, the woman simply shook her head.

“No, not now, he is too furious, I will let him calm down,” she said, before turning and looking at the prince with doubt in her expression.

“How do you feel? The potions should have taken effect, that blow was fatal, Baelor,” said the redhead, looking with disapproval toward his father, who could only grimace in guilt and avert his gaze.

His uncle simply smiled and replied:

“I feel… much better, for a moment I reached the light that everyone speaks of, I heard Jena’s voice, calling me toward her, and a moment later, I was here again,” his words were accompanied by a sigh.

“But that is not what matters, but Harrys and you, both of you are users of magic, sorcerers,” said Prince Baelor with sobriety.

Lily nodded calmly.

“We are, we always have been, a common gift in our home, Britannia,” she said simply, moving her wand over herself and changing her dirty dress into a beautiful, elegant and feminine robe with the same colors as her son.

A simple act that amazed everyone present, who watched her with admiration and caution.

It was effortless… and that made it far more terrifying than any display of force.

“I thank you for saving me, Lily, truly, I am aware of the sacrifice your choice carried,” said his uncle, his face full of solemnity.

The woman simply caressed his face softly for a moment, words were not necessary, the connection between them was… more than evident.

“The news will not take long to reach all of Westeros, including our father, it would not surprise me if Blood raven already knew what happened,” said Prince Maekar cautiously.

Those words caused complete silence to fall over everyone, his father was right, after all.

“It does not really matter, Harrys and I will leave as soon as you recover, we have pending matters,” said the redhead with determination, even in the face of her uncle’s frown.

“This is not something you will be able to run from so easily, Lily, magic in Westeros was believed extinct with the dragons, that Harrys and you are here gives hope to our family and makes a strong alliance between House Potter and House Targaryen a priority,” said his uncle calmly.

Lily’s response? She looked at her uncle with amusement on her face.

“Priority? Perhaps for House Targaryen, there is nothing in Westeros that represents a threat to me, much less to Harrys,” said the redhead with brutal honesty.

No one responded, the words sounded honest and brutal, to the point that no one doubted their truth.

It was not arrogance… it was certainty, and that made it far more dangerous.

“This magic, how powerful is it?” Egg asked, interrupting the adults’ conversation, earning a frown from his father and the attention of the entire room.

Lady Lily looked at him with surprise, before her stern expression softened.

“What do you mean, Egg?” she asked.

The young prince replied excitedly.

“Can you bring the dragons back?” the naked hope and excitement on his young face more than evident.

And the innocent question of the young prince silenced everyone in the room, who looked at Lily expectantly.

The beautiful Lady looked at Aegon, without answering his question directly, her face showing disappointment.

“Is that your first thought, Egg? Not the well-being of the people? Why did you not ask if my magic could help with the harvests? Or if it could prevent disease and help those in need? Why think selfishly and consider the benefit of your own family?” said Lily, her tone sweet and serene, but her words were like a dagger to the young prince.

With each question, Egg became smaller and smaller, while traitorous tears threatened to fall from his eyes.

“I… I’m sorry, my Lady,” he said, holding back with all his strength the urge to cry.

The redhead simply smiled sadly and said calmly:

“Do not be sorry, little one, just be better,” she said with determination, before looking at her uncle Baelor one last time.

“I will retire to my chambers, I need to rest, the girls will take care of everything you need,” said the beautiful redhead, preparing to leave the room.

“I would like for us to speak privately, Lily, tomorrow morning?” her uncle asked with hope, smiling softly as he saw the woman nod gently before leaving the room, Ser Duncan and Lady Gwyn walking behind her, making it quite clear whom they supported in this situation and leaving the royal family alone.

For a moment no one spoke, it was not necessary, everyone present, even Aegon, knew that the political landscape of Westeros had changed forever.

And that, for the first time in centuries, the House of the Dragon was not the most powerful family in Westeros.

There was much to be done.

Harrys Potter, Potter Camp – Ashford.

The dummies moved at maximum speed, but they stood no chance.

Powerful battle spells burst from his wand voraciously, as Harrys tried to calm the feeling of anger and betrayal that he felt inside him.

“RAOOOOOOGH!” he roared with unrestrained fury, as a savage emerald blaze erupted from his wand and completely incinerated the three practice mannequins.

The flames did not simply burn… they devoured, leaving nothing but blackened silence behind.

“Wow,” said a feminine voice behind him, soft and beautiful, like a warm spring breeze.

The young Potter turned around, finding Gwyn in front of him, who looked at the charred remains with surprise on her beautiful young face, in her hands she carried a kind of garment in green and black.

The “official” colors of House Potter in Westeros.

Softening his expression and calming his fury, Harrys approached her.

“Everything in order?” he asked with tact, making the young woman look at him.

“Oh… yes, my Lord, everything in order, it’s just that… it’s magic!” Gwyn said, a sparkle in her eyes and a radiant smile that instantly made Harrys forget what had just happened.

Lord Potter caressed the young woman’s face with extreme softness, a gesture of intimacy that Gwyn received eagerly, closing her eyes and leaning into Harrys’ hand.

“You fought incredibly, you are a great warrior, my love,” said Lady Ashford tentatively, as if she was not sure her gesture would be reciprocated.

Harrys could not help but ask:

“Do you not fear me? You were raised under the Faith, is magic not heresy to the Seven?” he asked, unable to stop himself.

Gwyn did not respond with words, but with actions. The young Lady stood on her toes and kissed Harry’s lips with extreme sweetness, it was chaste and fleeting, but completely real, filled with the conflicting emotions Gwyn felt toward the young Lord.

“I… when my father spoke of the possibility of my hand being given to you, I was terrified for a moment, I knew your reputation, your wealth and your deeds, but… I feared an unhappy and cold marriage, where my future husband would come, spread my legs and discard me like a dirty rag”

At the confession, Harry looked at her with concern, taking her by the hips and pulling her close, offering silent comfort and support.

“But then you appeared, so handsome and courteous, I heard you speak of business with my father, handling such large numbers with alarming ease, having proper conversation for everything, and our first walk… you listened to me, you asked about my tastes, about my dreams and aspirations, something no one, not even my beloved father, had ever done”

Each word from Gwyn came from the deepest part of her soul, it was a confession, a very evident plea.

“Walking through the tourney holding your arm made me feel safe, desired and respected, you never overstepped with me, even when we both know I would never deny you anything you desired”

Gwyn’s hands now caressed Harry’s face, tears running down her beautiful eyes.

The young Lord Potter simply took a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the tears from the young woman’s face, such a small gesture, yet deeply meaningful.

“I wish to be your wife, Harrys, I know you made the offer to my father and I will make sure he does not withdraw it, I promise to be the best wife for you, I will please you in everything, I will give you beautiful children so that together we rebuild your House, I will learn whatever is necessary to help you in any way I can, just… just do not make me become an object again, a lifeless decoration, not now that you have shown me what it is to truly be valued… please”

The plea, because that is what Gwyn had done, was so raw and desperate that Harry felt something inside him break.

Not because he would not keep his word, but because for him, it was unbelievable that treating Gwyn like a person could have such an impact on the young maiden.

Harry took her face gently and kissed her sweetly, the first intimate gesture he had initiated, and it quickly turned into an inferno of restrained desire from both of them.

“I promise you, no matter what happens, you will be my wife.”

At that certainty, Gwyn smiled radiantly, while traitorous tears emerged from her eyes and she simply embraced Harry with all her strength, filling him with affection, warmth and a thousand promises.

A life together, a home, a future.

He still had a conversation pending with his mother, but this moment…

This moment belonged to them.

To Gwyn and to him.

And nothing and no one could ruin it.

Right?

Brynden Rivers, The Red Keep – King’s Landing.

Brynden opened his eyes with a gasp, shaking his head quickly as he stood up with difficulty.

Warging over long distances was always complicated.

“Anything interesting?” said a feminine and seductive voice coming from the bed in his chambers.

His sister Shiera, completely naked, looked at him with amusement in her cold and calculating gaze.

Brynden admired her beautiful body for a few moments, Shiera, as always, was a goddess incarnate, seductive and lethal, her eyes focused intensely on Brynden.

“Your dream was right, everything happened as you said, Baelor lives, and the Potter magic has been revealed.”

Shiera smiled, pleased, as she stood up with her characteristic elegance and seduction.

“And were you able to see inside the Potter camp?” the hunger and need for information about Harrys Potter made Brynden burn with jealousy.

“No, my vision clouds as I approach a certain distance, I do not know the nature of the magical protections they possess, but they are powerful, very powerful,” said Brynden as he adjusted his robe and prepared to leave.

“Hurry back or I will find some handsome man to warm my bed tonight, do not make me wait,” said Shiera firmly, as she walked completely naked toward the balcony.

“This information makes a marriage between the Potters and our family practically mandatory,” said Brynden.

Shiera nodded.

“I know, and what better than to bind both of them to us, Lily will wed Baelor, that is practically a fact, you must ensure that our brother makes the engagement between Daella and Harrys official, he is the key to everything, he is the most important piece.”

Once again, Shiera’s obsession and raw desire made him burn, but he simply nodded and hurried to find King Daeron.

The game had changed completely, new players had entered the board and a new and mysterious power had made its presence known.

Things were about to become very interesting from now on.

And for the first time in a long time… even the players did not fully understand the game they were entering.