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Baelor Targaryen, the Hightower – Oldtown

-Presenting…Prince Baelor Targaryen, Hand of the King Daeron the Good, Prince of Dragonstone and heir to the Iron Throne, accompanied by his betrothed, Lady Lily of House Potter, masters of Sharp Point!- declared the announcer, drawing the complete attention of everyone present at the feast Lord Hightower had organized.

Baelor entered with his head held high, proud to have Lily holding his arm, who was evidently dressed in the colors of House Potter, wearing the most exquisite and beautiful gown he had ever seen, adorned with magnificent jewels that enhanced her figure and granted her an unmistakable aura of royalty. The reactions were immediate, Baelor recognized envy upon the faces of the Ladies present, as well as veiled desire within the eyes of many Lords, causing the prince to frown while the dragon within him demanded retribution for daring to look at his woman in such a manner.

The blood of Old Valyria was possessive by nature, ancient and burning, and in that instant Baelor understood why his ancestors had once ruled half the known world through dragonfire and fear alone.

Impulses that he need to control, to not make the same mistakes of the past.

A second later the announcer presented Valarr and Harrys, both accompanied by their respective women, however Baelor’s attention remained entirely focused upon Lily who, to his concern, was observing the hall with a subtle frown, as though…searching for something.

-Is everything alright my love?- asked the prince calmly while guiding the redhead toward the central table.

Lily did not answer immediately, instead she continued discreetly observing the sea of guests gathered within the feast hall, her cold and intelligent eyes carrying a faint glimmer of steel within them. And then, Lily spoke.

-Stay alert Baelor…there is a sorcerer hidden within this room, we are in danger- she said with complete certainty, immediately placing the prince on alert.

-Are you certain?- he asked discreetly at the exact moment they reached their assigned table for the feast.

Lily nodded solemnly and answered.

-Yes…a mediocre and frankly pathetically weak one…but he is here, hiding like a rat. Do not eat or drink anything I do not personally approve for you- ordered the redhead, taking control of the situation instantly.

Baelor lifted his gaze toward Harrys who, much like his mother, was observing the hall with icy eyes, one hand resting protectively upon young Lady Ashford’s waist while whispering softly to her, the young woman nodding with determination before approaching Valarr and whispering the same warning. Baelor watched as his son’s face lost every trace of emotion except cold determination, nodding to everything Harrys was telling him. The prince felt genuinely happy to see some of the closeness those two had once shared finally returning. He knew perfectly well that Valarr remembered their time at Potter Manor with great fondness.

Maekar and his sons were announced shortly afterward, entering and taking seats on the opposite side of the table, with Daella immediately claiming the seat beside Lady Gwyn, much to Baelor’s displeasure.

The young Ashford woman did not visibly react, however the possessive way she held Harrys’ hand while clinging against his arm made it abundantly clear those two young women would become a considerable headache in the future. Court politics were beginning to entwine themselves around the Potter family like vines around ancient stone, silent and suffocating.

-Your brother appears to be taking Aerion’s exile rather well- Lily commented calmly, carefully analyzing every dish the servants placed upon the table with calculating eyes.

Baelor thanked the serving girl, who lowered her head in complete submission before continuing to prepare the table normally. The prince glanced toward Lily and took a sip from his goblet after receiving the redhead’s subtle nod of approval, while she remained entirely focused upon the food being served before them.

-Maekar feels relieved. Aerion was a monster…but he remains his son. He hopes time away from the luxuries of the crown shall straighten the boy- said Baelor calmly.

Lily snorted softly, making her opinion regarding Maekar’s hopes painfully obvious before replying.

-If Maekar truly wishes for his little demon to become a man, he should send him North. A few years with the Starks or serving at the Wall would correct that attitude, I assure you- declared the redhead before calmly taking another sip from her goblet while remaining fully vigilant toward the feast hall around them.

The evening progressed normally, at least until the arrival of the third course, when Baelor prepared to take one of the lamb ribs placed before him.

-Do not eat that- said the redhead firmly, hiding her voice behind the edge of her wine goblet exactly as she had done since the beginning of the feast.

Baelor was intelligent enough not to stop his movements. He took the lamb together with a portion of mashed potatoes and roasted pork, ensuring the lamb itself remained separated from his plate so as not to alert whoever might be watching them.

Beside him, Harrys spoke calmly while discreetly warning both Valarr and Kiera about the same situation.

-The lamb is somewhat tough, I would not recommend it- he said casually while serving himself pork and meat pie, subtly indicating which dishes were safe to consume.

Baelor sighed quietly while biting into the pork, finally understanding his father’s wise words regarding knowledge being a curse. Now that he possessed the knowledge that someone was deliberately sabotaging his family…that someone had carefully cursed his Good-daughter so she would never bear heirs for the House of the Dragon…

It caused the prince’s blood to roar with fury while demanding retribution.

But now was not the moment.

There were too many people present. He required information, needed to identify whoever was targeting his family from the shadows. He needed a cold head, he could not act recklessly now. He would discuss the matter with Lily and Harrys during the journey toward Dorne, the ocean would grant them the privacy necessary to speak freely without fear of listening ears.

For now, he would enjoy the feast Lord Hightower had organized in his honor.

As well as the night waiting for him within the arms of his betrothed.

He would concern himself with plans come morning.

Gwyn Ashford, Potter Tent – Later that night

She had drunk a little too much, of that she had absolutely no doubt.

She could feel it within her body, the exquisite warmth flowing through her veins, that voracious hunger sending delightful tingles toward her needy womanhood. Gwyn laughed softly when she felt Harrys’ hand resting firmly upon her waist, her beloved betrothed just as horny and restless as she was. Gwyn released a loud and shameless moan the instant Harrys’ large masculine hand struck her backside before beginning to massage it with lustful promise.

-Take me my love, I cannot wait any longer- begged the young Ashford Lady, her eyes clouded by desire while her entire body burned with unbearable need.

Gwyn’s hands moved toward Harrys’ chest, caressing him softly while she planted gentle kisses along his neck accompanied by sensual little licks meant to tease and provoke her man. Bella was already waiting for them, having followed Gwyn’s exact instructions. The bed had been perfumed, exquisite aromatic candles—one of House Potter’s most sought after products—illuminated the tent while a bottle of Arbor Gold had been prepared for the pair. The entire chamber smelled of perfume, wine, heated silk, and anticipation, the private quarters hidden far away from the eyes of the court.

-Everything is prepared my Lord, my Lady- said the islander woman while lowering her head respectfully and preparing to leave the chamber.

-Thank you Bella, you may retire- Harrys answered while keeping his heavy hands upon Gwyn’s body, touching her with growing hunger and desire.

The young islander nodded and prepared to leave the room, at least until Gwyn’s voice interrupted her.

-Wait a moment Bella- said the young Lady, causing the beautiful ebony-skinned woman to stop before turning toward her with surprise.

Gwyn smiled toward the servant girl, observing her with visible interest while a wicked and delicious idea slowly formed inside her mind.

-Take off that dress dear, you shall not be needing it within this room- declared the young Ashford Lady with a huge smile and eyes overflowing with anticipation.

Bella’s eyes widened with realization before she glanced toward Harrys, waiting for his direct approval.

-Your future Lady has given you an order Bella- was Harrys’ only response while seating himself comfortably, openly observing the scene before him with unmistakable interest and desire.

At Harrys’ direct order, the island girl obeyed, undressing herself slowly while making an entire spectacle of it. It was painfully obvious the young woman enjoyed both Harrys’ attention and Gwyn’s hungry gaze upon her beautiful body. Gwyn herself, completely shameless thanks to the alcohol flowing through her system, immediately began massaging the islander’s enormous breasts, drawing needy moans from Bella’s lips.

-Ohhhh my Lady- moaned the ebony goddess with pleasure while unconsciously pressing her body against Gwyn’s curious hands.

-These breasts are perfect, far larger than mine…did you enjoy biting them Harrys?- asked Gwyn while gently pinching Bella’s nipple.

Her betrothed looked toward her with obvious lust, his emerald eyes filled with a ravenous hunger promising Gwyn an entire world of pleasure.

-I did…Bella possesses sensitive nipples. I bit them softly and had her soaking my bed at Ashford within seconds- said Harrys, causing the island woman to gasp loudly in pleasure while her trembling body reacted instinctively.

-Oh?- asked the Lady before lowering her lips toward Bella’s breast and doing exactly as Harrys had described, drawing a loud cry and violent shiver from the servant girl.

-Oh my Lady…my Lord…OHHH GODS!- moaned the ebony beauty desperately while her trembling legs released a geyser of love juices directly onto the floor of the tent after only a few seconds of feeling Gwyn’s tongue upon her body, much to her shame.

The young Ashford Lady stared in fascination as transparent liquid slowly dripped between Bella’s thighs while the servant girl continued panting uncontrollably, her lust-filled eyes fixed entirely upon Gwyn’s lips.

And then Harrys’ voice echoed through the room, deep and seductive, the command strong and clear.

-Kiss her-

Gwyn was not entirely certain whether the order had been meant for her or the ebony servant, but both women obeyed their Lord without hesitation, moving toward one another before melting into a slow, sensual, passionate kiss while exploring and enjoying the unfamiliar sensations together.

It was different from Harrys’ kisses.

When her beloved betrothed kissed her, the sensation felt masculine, dominant, overwhelming, making Gwyn’s very insides tremble with pleasure.

Bella…

Bella was like a kitten, submissive and eager to please, filling the beautiful Ashford Lady with something she had never experienced before in all her life.

Power.

Gods…she had never felt like this before, it was absolutely intoxicating. In that moment Gwyn finally understood why nobles fought wars, poisoned rivals, and betrayed kingdoms for power. The sensation itself was addictive.

-Enough- ordered Harrys, causing both Gwyn and Bella to stop instantly, panting heavily while turning toward him.

Harrys had already risen to his feet.

In one hand he carried a goblet filled with wine and in the other he held his wand, his face revealing monstrous desire directed entirely toward Gwyn herself.

The young Ashford Lady swallowed nervously as she watched her betrothed slowly walking toward her, looking at her as though Gwyn were some delicious sweet he intended to savor completely.

Harrys moved his wand elegantly, causing Gwyn to release a startled little cry the moment her body began levitating through the air.

-Harrys?- asked Gwyn while trembling with desire.

-I have desired you…from the very first moment I saw you at Ashford- whispered her beloved while softly caressing her legs with the tip of his wand, sending a ticklish sensation across the young Lady’s body and drawing needy moans from her lips.

-I…I desired you as well my love, you looked so handsome and gallant riding your black stallion, I…AHHHG!- cried Gwyn the moment Harrys’ magic flowed through her body, overwhelming her mind with indescribable pleasure.

-I wish to feel your skin…to hear your delicious moans against my ear while I make you mine. I wish to watch your beautiful face twisting in complete pleasure while I slowly enter inside you- whispered Harrys darkly.

Gwyn shattered instantly beneath those words.

-Do it my love, I am yours, only yours- she begged desperately, panting heavily and completely incapable of coherent thought, simply surrendering herself to the overwhelming sensations Harrys awakened within her.

Her beloved merely moved his wand once more, slowly spreading Gwyn’s legs apart before lowering himself between her thighs and beginning to kiss the sensitive inner flesh there, inhaling deeply the feminine essence flowing from her soaked petals.

-Soon…very soon my love- Harrys whispered while lowering his face closer toward her womanhood.

Gwyn did not understand what exactly her beloved Harrys was doing there. Out of embarrassment she attempted to close her legs, however the magic held her completely in place.

-Harrys? What are you doing my love? I…AHHHHHHHG!-

Gwyn screamed in absolute pleasure the instant she felt something soft and wet touch her femininity with extreme delicacy, overwhelming her mind with the greatest pleasure she had experienced in her short life.

-OH GODS…Harrys…HARRYS! MORE!- screamed the trembling young Lady while reaching her climax within mere seconds, soaking her beloved’s face with her juices, who—to Gwyn’s overwhelming excitement—drank them without the slightest hesitation.

-Tonight has only just begun my love…when I am finished with you, you shall not even remember your own name- promised the handsome young man before pouring wine directly over Gwyn’s trembling womanhood and drinking it from her skin itself.

-Bella…attend to your Lady’s breasts…we shall teach Gwyn what awaits her for the rest of her life- ordered Harrys before disappearing once more between Gwyn’s legs, while the Ebony Goddess obeyed immediately, beginning to massage and softly bite the Ashford Lady’s tiny pink nipples.

The rest of the night, Gwyn’s screams, moans, and desperate pleas shook the entirety of the Potter tent, every guard outside quickly understanding that their beloved Lord was taming and pleasing his new Lady. It was best to grow accustomed to it, something told them these would become sounds they would hear quite often from now onward.

They were not mistaken.

Throughout the dark camp, beneath the cold skies of Oldtown, the Potter guards merely exchanged knowing glances while the muffled cries of pleasure echoed behind silk walls. To them it was not scandalous…only another sign that House Potter was slowly establishing itself as something entirely foreign to Westeros, a dynasty ruled through magic, blood, and dangerous devotion.

Maester Willas Flowers, Oldtown – The next day

-Report- ordered the old voice while observing the trio of visibly exhausted servants standing before him.

The largest among them, the butcher responsible for preparing the lamb, stepped forward and answered.

-We did as you commanded, we placed the mysterious liquid within the marinade of the dishes, but…none of them consumed it- he confessed with a grimace.

-None of them? No one from Prince Baelor’s bloodline tasted the dishes you prepared?- asked Willas suspiciously while carefully observing the reactions of the three terrified pawns before him.

-Did you notice who remained close to them? Anything unusual?- insisted Willas firmly, causing the pathetic man to swallow nervously before nodding slowly.

-Yes…Harrys and Lily Potter…they remained beside the Dragon family the entire evening…- confessed the butcher, causing Willas to sigh heavily before casually waving one hand.

Three crossbow bolts immediately fired from a nearby window, killing the three loose ends instantly.

Willas turned around with complete indifference and began walking thoughtfully through the narrow alleyway.

So…the rumors were true.

The Potters, those foreign merchants, truly possessed magic.

Powerful magic.

And apparently, they also maintained close ties with the incestuous and disgusting Valyrians, thought Willas bitterly while exiting the alley and meeting with his master.

-The Potters intervened in favor of the dragon…but there appears to be division among them. There was no protection placed upon Maekar or his offspring, only upon Baelor’s line- declared Willas carefully.

-Which makes them even more dangerous…magical practitioners outside our glorious order are a threat beyond measure. Only we possess the intellect necessary to master the secrets of the higher mysteries. Can you imagine noble houses with unrestricted access to magic? It is already bad enough that the filthy Northmen and their gifts remain beyond our control…but if magic returns to the House of the Dragon…- Willas’ master shuddered visibly at the horrifying image he himself had conjured.

-What are your orders master?- asked Willas with determination.

-We require information. We are men of science and practitioners of the arcane arts, superior beings when compared to the beasts who call themselves Lords, princes, or kings. We shall evaluate Harrys Potter carefully. His past actions reveal intelligence far superior to the rest of the animals inhabiting this continent. Have one of our agents analyze the possibility of inducting him into our glorious order. We cannot allow magic outside the Citadel…never. Only the light of our glorious order shall guide Westeros toward a new future, as we have done for millennia- spat his master firmly while both men returned toward the safety of the Citadel.

Completely unaware they were about to commit the greatest mistake of their entire existence.

Because they were doing precisely the same thing every Lord in Westeros did with the maesters.

Underestimating their enemy…

And overestimating their own importance and power.

Things in Westeros were about to change.

Of that, there was absolutely no doubt.