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Rhaenys Velaryon, Near the Dragonpit – King’s Landing.

"Muna! Look at that!" said Laena excitedly, while pointing toward the incredible sight of the Dragonpit, which, to the princess’s surprise, was undergoing renovations.

The entire upper section of the immense structure had been completely demolished, while the lower section appeared to have been adapted as the foundation of an even larger structure.

Had the King ordered construction work on the Dragonpit? thought the Lady of Driftmark curiously as she descended toward where the Dragon Keepers were signaling to her.

It was evident that many things had changed around here, thought the woman.

"That’s new," Rhaenys said to herself as she observed an enormous stone platform while four Dragon Keepers signaled to her with a kind of... torch, which seemed to have an effect on Meleys for some strange reason.

What in the Seven Hells was going on?

The Red Queen landed gracefully upon the sturdy stone platform, followed closely by Seasmoke, who landed beside Meleys.

The structure was extremely well made, evidently of solid stone, with small mosaics depicting the three-headed dragon of House Targaryen. Whoever the artist had been, they were quite talented to create such a work of art.

She would ask Corlys about the craftsman responsible for this marvel and request a similar landing platform in Driftmark bearing the Velaryon sigil.

After landing and coming to a stop, Rhaenys stroked Meleys’ scales while looking toward Laena and beginning to speak.

"Very well, daughter, I shall climb down first and then help you..."

However, the words died in Lady Velaryon’s mouth when something extraordinary and terrifying happened at the same time.

The mosaics of the platform began to move... like hexagonal pillars, and under the fearful gaze of Lady Velaryon, they began adapting themselves perfectly to Meleys’ body, as well as around her Red Queen, creating stairs at the perfect height for Rhaenys and Laena to descend from the dragoness’ back.

They were... simply perfect, created from thin air, formed from the beautiful mosaic of the immense platform as though it were... magic.

But... that was impossible, wasn’t it? thought the princess, at the same time that Rhaenys directed her gaze toward Seasmoke, noticing that the pillars had also adapted themselves to the body of her son’s dragon, much to the evident pleasure of the young dragon, who purred in apparent delight at the massage the stone was giving his scales.

An apparently magical staircase had also emerged for her son, who unlike Rhaenys descended without any fear whatsoever, while the Dragon Keepers began surrounding Seasmoke.

However, there was something... strange about them at this moment. They did not appear dirty, but rather the complete opposite. They were all extremely clean and presentable. Their white rags had disappeared, and now regal red robes adorned with black decorations had taken their place, and apparently all of them were in good physical condition.

The massive wooden staffs were gone, replaced by a kind of... metal staff, which glowed softly. The Dragon Keepers began attending to Seasmoke with speed and surgical precision, something she had never seen before.

What in the Seven Hells had happened in the capital during her absence?

Lady Velaryon did not know, but she intended to find out.

Rhaenys descended with her amazed daughter using the magical stairs, meeting her son and the apparent leader of the Dragon Keepers currently present.

His robe was different, more ornate and accompanied by a black one-shouldered cloak. An educated man, quite obviously, though unknown to the princess.

"Lady Velaryon, welcome to King’s Landing. King Viserys awaits your visit, and your Lord Husband awaits you at the entrance of the Dragonpit," said the man, while gesturing with his hand, causing a small army of men and, to her surprise, women, to begin attending to Meleys in the same manner as Seasmoke.

Rhaenys nodded tensely before asking what in the Seven Hells was happening.

"What is happening here? Why is the Dragonpit being remodeled, and why did my husband not receive me and my children here on this platform?" demanded the Lady with a frown, using the tone that normally intimidated servants.

However, it seemed to have no effect whatsoever on the man before her, who appeared far more interested in Meleys than in her, to the Lady’s slight offense.

"By order of King Viserys, the Dragonpit has been partially demolished and will serve as the foundation for the construction of the Sun Tower, which shall function as a true dragon nest in the future. Your Lord Husband, by royal decree and by order of Lord Harry Potter, the Master of Dragons of the Court, is not permitted entry into the Dragonpit, a privilege reserved only for the selected Dragon Keepers and the Dragon Lords of Westeros," said the man.

Rhaenys noticed great pride when he mentioned this unknown Harry Potter.

For some reason, these men possessed strong loyalty toward this Lord Potter.

"Who is Harry Potter?" asked Laena curiously, taking the question right from Rhaenys’ lips.

The apparent leader of the Dragon Keepers opened his mouth to answer when a powerful and unfamiliar roar shook the shore where they had landed, alerting Rhaenys and her two children, who looked toward the enormous entrance of the Dragonpit with surprise and caution as the ground began trembling slightly.

First emerged Syrax, who looked larger than Rhaenys remembered. Her scales were brighter, the leather saddle had disappeared completely, and now Rhaenyra's Golden Queen possessed an elegant and exquisite breastplate made from an unknown metal, which embraced her body perfectly, granting her a mixture of lethality and beauty.

And although impressive, Syrax seemed like a simple hatchling in comparison to the unknown but terrifying dragon that emerged afterward.

It was quite large, perhaps even slightly larger than Meleys herself, with pearlescent scales and scars that revealed experience fighting other dragons. Unlike the dragons Rhaenys was accustomed to, this one possessed four legs and a pair of wings, and moved with complete mastery of the Dragonpit.

Syrax's reaction toward the mysterious dragon was one of total submission, but curiously there was no fear, but rather a... strange playfulness that Rhaenys had never witnessed in her entire life.

Like the Golden Queen, the mysterious dragon also possessed an elegant metal breastplate embracing his torso, with the addition of a beautiful and intimidating helmet, which, curiously, completely covered the dragon's face.

Seasmoke's reaction was immediate. Her son's dragon, who was barely a quarter of the size of the imposing beast, simply lowered his head in complete submission.

And... to Rhaenys' disbelief, Meleys did the same.

Her beloved Red Queen stared toward the imposing beast for several long and tense seconds, until she simply lowered her gaze as well, an action that evidently pleased the mysterious dragon, who simply growled before taking flight, closely followed by Syrax and disappearing among the clouds.

Rhaenys was so stunned by what she had just witnessed. Meleys was fierce and stubborn, so why in the Seven Hells had she submitted so easily to that unknown dragon?

"It appears that Meleys and Seasmoke have been accepted by the Alpha. Excellent news," said the man with approval and relief in his voice, causing Rhaenys to focus her attention on him.

"Alpha? Nest? What are you talking about?" snapped Rhaenys. She was confused by this situation, and it was not a feeling she enjoyed.

She wanted answers and she wanted them now.

"Tanaris, the White Fury, as he has begun to be called in King's Landing, the dragon Lord Potter rides, Aunt Rhaenys, and the Alpha of this dragon nest," said the voice of Princess Rhaenyra, drawing the attention of the entire Velaryon family.

Rhaenys turned quickly and focused on her niece, Rhaenyra, who was dressed in a beautiful and feminine leather coat, similar to the attire the Dragon Keepers wore, but clearly establishing that she was their superior.

The princess radiated elegance and competence equally, although surprisingly, nothing prepared Rhaenys for the next surprise.

The small dragon hatchlings nestled among the princess's arms, shoulders, and, much to Rhaenys' amusement, even upon her head.

Three new dragon hatchlings, quite young apparently, perhaps only one or two weeks old at most.

"Rhaenyra..." said Princess Rhaenys in surprise as she walked toward the young princess.

"Lady Rhaenys, welcome to King's Landing," said the Realm's Delight in a casual tone of voice, yet at the same time... one filled with superiority.

"I know you have questions, and my father will answer all of them. He is waiting for you and my cousins at the Red Keep."

Rhaenys frowned and simply nodded.

Much had changed around here, and it was evident that she needed to speak with Corlys as quickly as possible.

There was... much to plan, and apparently all of it revolved around this mysterious man.

Harry Potter.

Laena Velaryon, The Red Keep – King's Landing.

"I spoke with Aemma this afternoon. She appears to be in good health, far more cheerful than I expected," said her mother, causing her father to nod.

"Yes, there are rumors that Lord Potter has completely taken over the Queen's pregnancy treatment. I overheard Mellos complaining to Hightower a few nights ago. The old man feared for the Queen's wellbeing," snorted her father, evidently not believing a single word from the elderly maester.

"This mysterious Harry Potter has gained the favor of the Royal Family with alarming speed," said her mother, implying some sort of trick, a reasonable deduction in Laena's opinion.

However, her father simply shook his head and replied.

"I would have suspected it from anyone else, but not Lord Potter. The young sorcerer has no political ambitions. He has only three interests: dragons, arcane knowledge, and Princess Rhaenyra. He has become a close confidant of the King, which has distanced Viserys from Hightower," said her father with evident satisfaction.

"You seem to hold him in high regard," said her mother while raising an eyebrow, causing Laena's father to sigh and respond.

"He is competent. He has no interest whatsoever in the false word games that are customary at Court. He gives his opinion if it is requested, and it was thanks to him that Viserys has taken the matter of the Crabfeeder more seriously. The King promised that we would discuss a military incursion into the Stepstones after the tournament. He wants Prince Daemon present. In his own words, between Harry, Daemon and myself, he believes there is a great possibility of taking the islands," said Lord Corlys with evident satisfaction and pride in his voice.

Laena's mother simply raised an eyebrow in disbelief and said.

"That does not sound like my cousin Viserys," she said tentatively.

Her father simply shrugged and replied.

"It is Lord Harry's influence. Viserys always listens to his advice, and what is better, he causes the King to doubt Otto Hightower's poison. There are even rumors that Princess Rhaenyra will be betrothed to Lord Harry, to cement the alliance and grant even more power to House Targaryen. An intelligent move in my opinion."

Her mother did not respond, evidently lost in thought, a moment that Laena took advantage of and asked.

"Father, do you think King Viserys will allow me to visit the dragons? There were some hatchlings I would like to see more closely," said Laena, making puppy eyes at her father, evidently wishing to manipulate his response.

And judging by the way Lord Velaryon's eyes softened, she had succeeded.

"You will have to discuss it with Lord Harry, my daughter. He is the Master of Dragons. Anything that has to do with those majestic creatures must be handled through him," said her father, causing Laena to rise to her feet, give both of her parents a kiss, and leave the private chambers that had been assigned to them.

Although young Laena had only one mission.

To find this elusive Harry Potter and somehow secure permission to visit the Dragonpit the next day.

Laena was truly curious to observe the changes this mysterious man had brought to something as important as dragons.

The young Velaryon wandered through the corridors without direction, asking several times about the location of Lord Potter's office until she finally found it, surprisingly close to the chambers of her cousin and the Royal Family.

The door...

Was different from the rest of the castle.

A masterpiece.

Bearing a symbol unknown to Laena, but the dragon depicted upon it revealed that it belonged to Lord Potter's office.

However, when the young Velaryon was about to knock, a particular sound drew her attention.

"OOHHHHH!" exclaimed a female voice, which seemed to be experiencing enormous pleasure.

And to Laena's horror...

It was a familiar voice.

"OHHHH HARRY! MORE MY DRAGON! MORE! MORE! MORE!" moaned her cousin, followed by a gasp and another muffled moan, while a masculine voice, deep and dominant, made the young Velaryon shiver completely.

Unable to help herself, Laena slowly opened the door, making certain not to make any noise, peeking inside with extreme caution.

And becoming completely frozen by what she saw.

Her cousin Rhaenyra, Princess of the Realm, was lying across the mysterious Lord's desk, her dress gathered up and her trembling legs completely spread apart, her face twisted in pleasure while her hands clung tightly to a head that Laena could not see, which was nestled between the Princess's legs.

"OHHH HARRY MY LOVE! I'M SO CLOSE! MORE! MORE!" begged Rhaenyra desperately.

Before letting out a guttural moan.

And, to Laena's disbelief and lust, releasing a large amount of her love juices directly onto the face of the unknown man.

The Princess adopted a pleading expression and spoke.

"Please Harry, wait no longer, fuck me! You already know I'm yours! Claim my maidenhead for yourself!"

The desperation on the Princess's face was more than evident.

And the moment Lord Potter emerged from between her cousin's legs...

Laena understood it completely.

Harry Potter...

Was the most handsome man Laena had ever seen in her entire life.

Possessing an aura of mystery and danger that caused the young Velaryon to tremble completely.

Lord Harry did not answer.

He simply caressed the Princess's thigh gently, but the gesture was... dominant and masculine at the same time, quite difficult to explain.

"Ha ha... what happened to the proud Dragon Princess? The one who never begged or bent the knee to anyone?" he asked mockingly.

And to Laena's disbelief, Rhaenyra did not respond with anger or indignation.

But with complete submission.

"You broke her, you conquered her and tamed her, damn it! Is that what you want? For me to beg you to fuck me, my love? Because I can do that," said the Princess in a playful tone as she sat down on the handsome Lord's lap.

Harry Potter simply laughed softly while beginning to massage the Princess's breasts.

"The betrothal is practically a certainty. Your father will announce it with the birth of your brother. I know you can wait, dear... consider this punishment for your boldness the last time you visited my office without permission," said Harry with a frown, slipping one of his hands between Rhaenyra's petals and making her moan in frustration.

"I already said I was sorry, but my friend needs to understand that you are mine! You don't need her, Harry! I can satisfy you in anything you desire! Bland and submissive Alicent would be a dead fish for someone like you! We are dragons! Superior to everyone else! Only a dragoness like me can soothe your fire, my love!" said Rhaenyra in an arrogant and self-assured tone of voice.

Harry Potter simply laughed softly before responding.

"Then serve me, my little dragon whore. Nurture my cock while I finish these documents. Everything must be ready for the tournament," ordered the man.

And to Laena's disbelief, Rhaenyra obeyed instantly.

She even seemed... eager to obey.

"Your wishes are my commands, my love," she purred before kneeling and slipping beneath the handsome Lord's desk.

Laena could imagine what she was doing simply from the sounds.

At that moment, the young Velaryon had a... mischievous and rather wicked idea.

Laena closed the door with extreme care.

Waited a few seconds...

And knocked.

However, she did not wait for confirmation from Lord Harry.

Instead, like an eager young Lady, she entered after a couple of seconds, looking toward the startled Lord with an "innocent" smile.

"Lord Potter, it is a pleasure to meet you. My name is Laena Velaryon, and I was hoping I could speak with you," said the young woman before taking a seat inside the office.

Knowing perfectly well that her cousin was beneath the desk.

The fun was only just beginning.