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Viserys Targaryen, Small Council Chamber – The Red Keep.

"That is stupid, and I truly doubt your competence as a captain if you genuinely think that way," were Lord Potter's merciless words as he looked at the captain of the City Watch, evidently unimpressed by the man's frankly pathetic response.

The man, Willem he called himself, did not seem to possess anything special. He was simply large, strong, and slow of mind.

"But... my Lord, we..."

However, Harry did not allow the man to continue, interrupting him with a tone full of authority, making it evident that he was accustomed to giving orders.

"I am not interested in your excuses. These are not empty words from merchants or beggars. I see it with my own eyes. The people avoid the City Watch. Reports of bribery and abuse, using the weapons the Crown gave them to become hired thugs."

At those words, the entire council fell silent, while Viserys continued reading Harry's report, frowning more and more.

Willem was evidently agitated, and spoke.

"Prince Daemon..."

However, those words were a mistake.

Even Viserys knew it.

"Prince Daemon, the Lord Commander of the City Watch, the King's brother, and the man who has been away from King's Landing for weeks, possesses no greater authority than the King. You answer to the Crown. Your actions reflect King Viserys, not Prince Daemon," said Harry, while taking a parchment and making it levitate toward the King.

Viserys took it, frowning even more as he read the damned words. The reports regarding the City Watch were troubling.

Even more so what he was reading now.

He would not allow it.

"This... this would be a massacre. Are you certain of this, Harry?" asked Viserys familiarly, genuinely feeling that he could trust the mysterious Dragon Lord more than even his Council.

Something that everyone in the room notices too.

Lord Potter nodded only once, his gaze still fixed upon Willem, while the rest of the council looked toward the King, eager to learn what information Harry Potter had obtained for him.

Otto cleared his throat and asked in a polite tone, though evidently curious about the contents of the letter.

"Your Grace, what does Lord Harry's report say?"

His tone of voice was unusual. One that, only a few weeks ago, Viserys would have found perfectly normal.

But now, after several weeks of tutoring with Harry, he had learned to notice certain... gestures from his old friend.

Alas, this was not the time for that.

There were more important matters to address.

Such as stopping this damned madness Daemon was planning.

Sighing, Viserys looked toward Otto and spoke.

"Daemon plans to mobilize the entire City Watch to, in his own words, cleanse the streets of the filth infesting King's Landing. He is planning a massive raid the moment he returns."

The King's words caused expressions of disbelief and concern to appear on every member of the council.

With the exception of Harry, of course.

And, much to his lack of surprise, the council's response came quickly.

Otto and Mellos did not hesitate to comment on Daemon's ineptitude and lack of commitment, allowing something as important as the City Watch to become nothing more than a gang of sword-wielding thugs.

And part of Viserys agreed with those words.

Beesbury only cared that the fortune spent on the soldiers was being wasted, while Corlys limited himself to saying nothing, merely frowning thoughtfully.

And then Lyonel spoke, as usual, with an objective answer.

"The most sensible course would be to summon Prince Daemon and demand an explanation, Your Grace, before some tragedy occurs. If this... purge is truly his plan, it could become a disaster for the Crown. Such acts are not easily forgotten," said Lord Strong.

And Viserys agreed.

Therefore, without hesitation, he looked toward Mellos and gave an order.

"Send a letter to my brother. I do not know where in the Seven Hells he is, and frankly I do not care. Tell him that if he does not return to King's Landing within a moon and explain this supposed plan to us, he will be expelled from the Royal Family."

The King's words paralyzed absolutely everyone.

From Willem to Otto.

Evidently with the exception of Harry, who seemed far more concerned with designing the perfect feeding plan for the dragons than with the political drama implied by Viserys' words.

Which made Viserys appreciate young Potter even more, if he was being honest.

Harry was not truly interested in politics.

Oh, the young Lord was quite skilled, evidently experienced in similar situations, but he did not truly desire political power or influence over Viserys.

To be honest, he did not need it.

The young man was a powerful Sorcerer and a dragon rider. To someone capable of manipulating the world at will, these games of politics seemed...

Boring.

Harry's only true interests were dragons, magic and, to Viserys' secret pleasure, Rhaenyra.

And speaking of his beloved but precocious and utterly unsubtle daughter...

Ever since Harry had begun participating in the Council as the new Master of Dragons, Rhaenyra had never once arrived late to a meeting, always dressed in the finest fabrics and wearing the most exquisite perfume, her complete attention focused on the mysterious Dragon Lord.

"More wine, Father?" asked his daughter softly, distracted, completely captivated as she watched Lord Harry casually levitate the ivory sphere while remaining entirely focused on the reports before him.

Amused, Viserys replied.

"Of course, daughter."

Rhaenyra immediately began serving him.

At that very moment, Otto looked toward Harry and asked.

"Anything to report from the Dragonpit, Lord Potter?" asked the Hand of the King, causing everyone, including Viserys and Rhaenyra, to focus their complete attention on the young sorcerer.

For his part, Harry merely took a sip from his cup of wine before looking directly at Viserys and speaking.

"I am going to demolish the Dragonpit."

Harry Potter spoke those words with complete calm, entirely ignoring the stunned and concerned expressions of the rest of the Council.

An instant later, the members of the Council, the most powerful men in the realm, began shouting and demanding explanations, completely shocked by Lord Potter's words.

"ENOUGH!" shouted Viserys as he rose to his feet, silencing all the men of the Council and focusing his full attention on Harry, who remained completely calm.

"What do you mean, Harry?" asked Viserys calmly, giving the young man the opportunity to explain himself.

The young Lord's response?

He drew his wand and made an elegant motion, causing a magnificent image of a dragon to appear, displaying the entire anatomy of the majestic creature before all the members of the Council.

"When we speak of dragons and their care, it is important that we understand several basic concepts, the most important being diet, something your Dragon keepers have neglected. A dragon does not live on meat alone. It requires certain special minerals to guarantee good health. And secondly... exercise," said the young Lord, to the disbelief of the Council and the curiosity of the King.

"Exercise, Harry?" asked Rhaenyra, unconsciously revealing the familiarity she shared with the young Lord, something that left Viserys rather pleased, if he was being honest.

Lord Potter nodded calmly before responding.

"Yes. These Valyrian dragons are... fascinating. Different from anything I have ever seen before in many respects. But like every living creature, they require diet and exercise to remain in peak condition. They are beings meant to fly freely through the skies. Keeping them confined in cages is the act of a fool or an ignorant man. You are killing them in that place."

Rhaenyra replied, the curiosity in her voice more than evident.

"And what do you propose, Harry? As much as I like the idea, leaving dragons unsupervised is asking for trouble," said the Princess with a frown, waiting for an answer that Viserys also wished to hear.

The sorcerer simply moved his wand once again, causing the dragon to disappear and be replaced by a vertical structure.

A tower...

Thought the King in realization.

"I will take care of that. We shall remodel that horrible and decaying place into a true dragon nest, with all the space they require. I hope you are ready, because we have much work to do," said Harry with a smile.

Rhaenyra's response was immediate.

She smiled radiantly.

While Viserys sat there, quite pleased with himself.

The closeness and chemistry between Harry and his daughter were more than evident.

Perhaps it was finally time to approach Lord Potter with the proposal after all.

"Good! Then do it, Harry. I will make certain that the Council gives you everything you need. Now... let us speak of the tournament to celebrate the birth of my son!" said Viserys with a smile, evidently excited by how well everything was going at this moment.

Nothing could possibly go wrong.

Right?

Rhaenyra Targaryen, the Red Keep – King's Landing.

The Princess walked rather cheerfully toward Lord Harry's office, her hands carrying several parchments filled with ideas that Rhaenyra had conceived for the new great project they had in mind.

It was...

Inevitable for the young Princess to feel herself becoming increasingly attracted to the handsome Sorcerer.

Harry was...

Polite and intelligent, evidently an educated man, a scholar.

However...

He was also dangerous and ruthless, a warrior accustomed to battle. Rhaenyra could see it in the way he moved, in the ease with which he spoke about executions and death.

Harry was, without a doubt, the most dangerous man in Westeros, making even her uncle Daemon look like a puppy by comparison.

But any thoughts regarding her uncle vanished the moment Rhaenyra arrived at the door of Harry's office.

The door was not completely closed, and the Princess heard Harry's familiar voice, causing a smile to appear upon her face.

"I shall personally oversee the transformation of the Dragon pit, but there is much to do. It is necessary to create detailed records of every dragon and study them thoroughly so that their enclosures are perfectly suited to their needs. May I count on your support, my Lady?" asked Harry.

And then, a familiar voice answered.

A feminine voice.

"Of course, my Lord. I appreciate your trust in me. I shall not disappoint you," replied Alicent, in the sweetest and most dutiful voice Rhaenyra had ever heard from her, causing the Princess to frown.

What in the Seven Hells was Alicent doing in Lord Potter's office at this hour?

Rhaenyra did not have the answer.

But she would discover it one way or another.

A second later, her best friend spoke again, her feminine and gentle voice making her intentions more than evident to the now jealous Princess.

"I was wondering if... you would like to accompany me for a walk through the gardens tomorrow afternoon, my Lord? There is a beautiful Heart Tree there, usually associated with magical legends from the Age of Heroes... perhaps it may be of interest to you," said the young Hightower with cunning.

Harry and Alicent...

Alone...

Walking through the gardens...

Over her dead body.

Thought Rhaenyra, burning with jealousy as she opened the office door with complete calm, a smile on her face directed toward Harry and a calculating look aimed directly at Alicent.

"Lord Harry! I am glad to find you still in your office. There are several things I would like to discuss with you."

Immediately afterward, Rhaenyra looked toward an embarrassed Alicent, pretending surprise.

"Oh Alicent, I did not see you there. What are you doing here?" asked the Princess, enjoying the sight of the Hightower maiden blushing while opening and closing her mouth, unable to answer.

"I... I..."

The blonde maiden attempted to speak, but the Princess interrupted her again.

"It is not important. Your father was looking for you. Something about a problem your future betrothal" said Rhaenyra with a smile, practically ordering the young Hightower to leave.

Something all three people in the room understood perfectly well.

The Princess raised an eyebrow in disbelief when she saw her best friend looking directly at Harry, as if expecting him to intervene.

However, much to Rhaenyra's pleasure, Harry supported her.

"Go see what your father wants, Lizzy. We shall speak tomorrow. I find myself quite intrigued by this tree you mentioned."

Alicent's face fell at Harry's words, only to brighten once again the moment she heard that he had accepted the invitation.

Something that caused the Princess's insides to roar with envy.

If there was anyone Harry would be spending the afternoon with...It would be her.

And no one else.

"Yes, my Lord! As you command," said her best friend as she rose to her feet and curtsied, before looking toward Rhaenyra with a smile that the Princess did not return.

A moment later, she left the office.

Rhaenyra walked toward the door, closing it firmly and sliding the bolt into place before turning toward Harry with a frown.

"I do not want you to be alone with Alicent ever again," said the Princess with determination.

Which immediately weakened the moment those emerald eyes settled upon her.

Lord Harry stood up.

His imposing figure forced Rhaenyra to raise her head in order to look him in the eyes.

But the Princess did not yield.

She was Rhaenyra Targaryen.

The most beautiful woman in the Seven Kingdoms.

And she wanted this man.

Harry would be hers.

One way or another.

"Oh? And why not?" asked the handsome Lord, playing with her.

Rhaenyra's answer?

To walk with determination toward where her man stood, take him by the neck and give him a warm and sensual kiss on the lips, making sure to convey her desire, her lust, and her possessiveness toward the handsome man.

"Because you are mine... and no one else's. Not Alicent's, not those filthy maidens who look at you as if you were a piece of candy. Mine. Both Dragon Lords, both of us belong to the skies, together, they are not worthy of you" whispered the Princess, her face lost in lust while Harry's hands held her by the waist, lifting her and seating her upon the desk.

Rhaenyra let out a guttural moan as she felt Harry's lips upon her neck, while inhaling sharply as he breathed in the scent of her skin.

"Be careful what you wish for, Princess. I am no saint, nor a knight. I am a battle sorcerer. I have killed. I have been cruel and ruthless. And I have deflowered more maidens than I care to remember," whispered Harry, his voice filled with desire as he caressed the Princess's body possessively.

As though she already belonged to him.

Rhaenyra simply smiled and looked at Harry arrogantly.

"You may have fucked hundreds, but never a Targaryen Princess. Never a dragoness like me... virgin, passionate, and burning. My blood burns whenever I see you, my Lord... I am within your reach. I know you are not a fool. You know what my father wants. Why don't we stop this nonsense and ask for my hand once and for all?" challenged the Princess as she shamelessly massaged Lord Harry's crotch, suppressing a moan as she felt his long and thick virility in her hand.

"You play with fire, Nyra..." whispered Harry, his lips only inches away from hers.

Rhaenyra smiled.

Her body was burning.

Practically trembling with desire.

But this was a game she could not afford to lose.

If she did, she would be nothing more than one of the many bitches Harry had taken to bed throughout his life.

She was meant to be his wife...not one of his whores.

So, with a titanic effort, Rhaenyra kissed Harry's neck, followed by a promising lick, before pulling away from him.

Leaving Harry with a gaze so clouded by lust that the Princess thought he would take her right there, tear off her dress, and claim her as his own.

Part of her actually wish he would, to be honest.

"I always get what I want, my Lord. Always... you know where to find my father. Hurry, so that we may both finally indulge in what is so obviously happening between us," said the Princess before turning around and leaving the office with a sway of her hips, knowing perfectly well that Harry was fucking her with his eyes.

Rhaenyra opened the door, looking at the powerful sorcerer with amusement and provocation, and said:

"We fly tomorrow, my love. I do not want to see Alicent here alone with you again. There is much to do regarding the construction of the new Tower and the birth of my brother."

And with those words, Rhaenyra left the office.

Leaving Harry more aroused than he had ever been in his life.

And leaving herself facing an imminent session with her fingers between her legs.