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Aegon Targaryen, Grimmauld Place – England.

"Everything is in order, Dragon Master. Kreacher disposed of the bodies, the heads were removed and dissected, and they now adorn the trophy room. The rest of the portraits are pleased with the hunt, the blood has been removed, and as you ordered, everything useful has been placed inside a trunk prepared for your use," Kreacher said with evident devotion on his face, making Aegon nod softly.

"Excellent work, Kreacher," the young Dragon said with a sigh before resting his head against the edge of the bathtub where he was relaxing his body after the long and passionate night he had experienced.

As he had promised his women the previous night, a promise the young dragon had made while his blood was still pumping strongly with lust and magic, Aegon had spent a good portion of the night with Ciri, Lily, and Bellatrix, fucking them over and over again. The dragon within Aegon demanded total submission, that those three beautiful and fertile witches be completely dominated and possessed, their legs spread and their feminine petals defiled and conquered, the remnants of his conquering seed still dripping from them.

Aegon still remembered with pride the state in which he had left them in their chambers, completely asleep and broken from the activities of the previous night. The young dragon had remained at the doorway, looking toward the enormous bed with immense satisfaction, silently contemplating his women.

And he could not help but smile.

It was quite likely that, after such an intense and pleasurable night, during which Aegon had spilled his seed nowhere but inside his women, all three of them were already carrying their first heirs in their wombs.

Scions of the First Men and Inheritors of the Dragon's Blood, not to mention the magical gifts of their mothers.

It had taken hours, and Aegon fucking the witches more than thirty times, for the Dovah within him to calm down after such an intense struggle, and Aegon had used so much magic that his body was paying the consequences.

He felt extremely exhausted. His muscles ached, not only because of the sex, but because he had channeled the blessing of Aetherium through his blood without any control. And although he was certain that there would be no serious consequences and that his body would adapt to the monstrous amount of magic he had used, that did not mean dealing with the pain was… comfortable, to say the least.

Although he was not going to complain. He had overcome one of his greatest fears.

He had not only been capable of facing the Wild Hunt.

The young Dragon had dominated them, bent them to his will, and forced them to flee with their tails between their legs, humiliated and defeated.

And Aegon would not lie. It had felt very… very good.

However, although the defeat of the Hunt was certainly still a victory, he still had far too much work ahead of him to sit around doing nothing.

There were much more important matters to attend to.

First, he had to prepare the ritual intended to expel Lady Voldemort's soul from Neville's body. It was a… relatively simple process, but one that would require perfect precision.

He would have to use Azura's Star, that esoteric relic Serana had found, to forge a bridge between the real world and Neville's soul. It would be a lengthy process, but he was quite confident that he could do it without harming the young wizard.

Probably.

After that, he would have to prepare the Beacon Stone to summon the rest of his women, who were probably working day and night on the plans he had left for Castle Volkihar.

Aegon could not help but snort in amusement, imagining Sirius's, Lily's, and the others' faces when they saw the castle for the first time.

And that was without even considering the modifications Serana, Elewen, and the others would make to the castle. In fact, it was very likely that the castle that arrived would not even truly resemble the Nordic ruins Aegon had seen during his last visit.

But that was another story. He was here now, in England, in this… curious and extravagant Wizarding World, and although the battle magic of these lands was not as fierce and powerful as that of Tamriel, that did not mean it was useless or weak.

Quite the contrary.

Magic here was precise, elegant, and powerful in a rather discreet manner. And although it had the disadvantage of requiring a focus for its use, that was compensated by the terrifying speed with which Aegon could chain spells, one after another.

He was certain his wife would love learning about this world, the young dragon thought with a smile.

And speaking of his wife…

The tranquility of his mind was interrupted by a faint creak coming from the bathroom door, which slowly opened and, to the young dragon's evident pleasure, Ciri appeared in the doorway.

Her hair was completely disheveled, resembling a nest of bone hawks, and a radiant smile adorned her face. There was something particularly satisfied about her expression that made Aegon immediately understand that the previous night had left its mark.

The lioness, at least for the moment, was more than satisfied, the young dragon thought with satisfaction as the Dovah within him softly roared at the conquest of his mates.

"Good morning," Ciri said in an unabashedly coquettish tone, followed by a grimace of discomfort, undoubtedly a consequence of the passionate night before.

Aegon could not help but smile and gently shake his head.

"Good morning, my love."

His response was accompanied by a small laugh when he noticed the peculiar way Ciri was walking.

She gave him an amused look, perfectly aware of what he was thinking.

"Don't say anything."

"I haven't said anything at all."

"But you're thinking it."

"Perhaps."

By the Nine, Aegon had missed this terribly. The quiet and lazy mornings, his lioness and himself together in a tub all day, only getting out to eat and fuck.

He missed those peaceful days during his first months in Tamriel. Life had been… much simpler than it was now, but, being honest with himself, Aegon would not change anything that had happened up to this point.

Everything that had happened to them… had made them who they were at this moment. Every hardship and challenge had made him strong enough to make the people harassing his wife run away with their tails between their legs.

Although he was aware that, sooner or later, he would have to deal with the affairs of the Hunt once and for all, and would probably also have to visit Ciri's world of origin.

His beloved lioness had already expressed her desire several times to visit her family, and Aegon was quite curious about this… continent and the magic it contained.

The young dragon snorted, incredulous that empires and kingdoms had not even bothered to name the landmass upon which they were settled, but who was he to judge?

He came from a place called Westeros, after all, he thought with amusement.

Ciri rolled her eyes before approaching the enormous tub, kneeling beside it and, without saying another word, taking Aegon's face between her hands and giving him a slow and affectionate kiss.

Aegon immediately returned it.

For a few seconds, everything else disappeared.

The rituals.

The plans.

The responsibilities.

There were only the two of them.

By the Nine, how much he had missed her.

Aegon gently caressed his wife's face when they finally separated.

"Get in," the dragon said in a soft but firm voice, making it clear that he would not accept a no for an answer and causing his wife to smile with amusement while gently biting her lip.

"I love it when you get bossy," she said with a smile before obeying and entering the immense tub with a pleasurable sigh, slowly swimming toward where Aegon was.

"What's the plan now?" his wife asked during the intimate moment, the first in months.

Aegon simply sighed and pulled Ciri's naked body into his arms, which she responded to by naturally curling against his chest.

"I don't know, my love. I don't dislike this place, but I don't like leaving unfinished business in Tamriel," the young dragon said, only for Ciri to shake her head and respond.

"There's nothing unfinished in Tamriel, dear. After Ulfric's devastating defeat, the rest of the holds easily bent the knee to Elisif. Tullius laid siege to Windhelm and executed Ulfric. With Harkon out of the way and our women working on Castle Volkihar, there is nothing truly tying us to Tamriel, at least physically," the lioness said with a heavy sigh of happiness.

Aegon simply nodded and replied.

"Tamriel will always be part of us, my love," he said solemnly, making the lioness nod and respond.

"Aye, it will, and we can visit whenever we want, my love, but…" Ciri said hesitantly, so Aegon simply caressed her face and waited for her to finish speaking.

"But I long for my home. To see Geralt, Yen, and the rest of my family, just as I know you long to do the same, my love," Ciri said while gently caressing Aegon's face.

The young dragon did not deny it. It was not that he missed Winterfell or the Tully bitch and her retinue of idiots, but his heart longed to see his father… his brothers and sisters, even old Nan and Hodor, who had always been cordial with Aegon.

Besides… he had an unfinished conversation with his uncle concerning his mother Lyanna and that entire fucking rebellion that had left him without a family.

It was not that he had any love for the Mad King, but… the deaths of Princess Elia, Princess Rhaenys, and even Queen Rhaella…

Aegon had many questions, and his father would answer them.

"I wish to remain in this world for a while, dear. At least until we finish refining the castle, a couple of months or a year at most," the young dragon said calmly, making Ciri nod softly.

"However long you need, my love. Besides… there seem to be interesting things to see in this world," she said with feigned innocence, making Aegon raise an eyebrow slightly.

"What are you playing at, my love?" the young dragon asked curiously, making the lioness laugh softly before responding.

"Oh, nothing in particular, my love… you have your projects, and I have my mischief," the lioness purred, making Aegon snort, but he let the matter rest, at least for the moment, focusing on something more important.

Neville.

"I'll spend the rest of the afternoon taking care of it. I'll prepare Azura's Star for the purging of the soul anchor. It will be tedious, but I don't want any mistakes with the brat," Aegon said firmly, making Ciri nod softly.

"Perfect! I'll spend the afternoon catching up with Lily and Bella. I'm sure we'll have a lot to talk about," the lioness said, making Aegon softly snort and simply embrace her.

There was… much to do, but this moment belonged to them.

Everything else could wait.

Sirius Black, Grimmauld Place – England.

Sirius's footsteps echoed decisively through the polished corridors of Grimmauld Place, his destination clear.

The Black family's Trophy Room.

It had recently been expanded thanks to the spectacle Aegon had put on a couple of days earlier, when an army of bloodthirsty elves had appeared inside his home with alarming ease.

Although, to be fair, the attack had been like comparing it to a herd of sheep being led to the slaughterhouse.

Kreacher had been working nonstop, more alive than Sirius had ever seen him in his life, completely happy and muttering about how the Black family would soon have worthy heirs, while appearing and disappearing carrying enormous and terrifying armor belonging to the invaders, along with their bodies.

Sirius had no idea what he was doing with the corpses, and frankly, he cared very little. The elf was happy, his family was safe, and the portraits, much to Sirius's relief, never stopped praising what a good Black Aegon was.

Sirius snorted, finding a cruel pleasure in the satisfaction and praise of the Blacks of the past, who never stopped kissing Aegon's ass and the ground he walked upon as if he were the perfect heir.

And the funny thing was that he was not even a Black!

At least not yet, Sirius thought with amusement, feeling the weight of the tiny metallic object in his pocket as he calmly entered the Trophy Room.

The place was a complete mess, but Sirius cared little about that. All his attention was focused on Aegon, who was completely concentrated on some kind of… strange star-shaped gem.

Obviously magical in nature, considering it was gently levitating in his hand. His son was muttering at incredible speed in a language Sirius did not know, and the strange gem reacted by glowing more brightly and spinning around itself.

Sirius watched him work for several minutes, not interrupting the obvious effort Aegon was making, content simply to watch him master aspects of magic Sirius completely ignored.

Being honest with himself, Sirius found it extremely curious that, even if they did not truly share blood ties, Aegon looked… enormously like a Black.

It was something that even now continued to make him wonder if perhaps they had some kind of distant blood relationship.

But that was another story. Aegon had finished whatever it was he had been doing, nodding to himself and placing the gem on the table while making several notes on a piece of parchment.

"Thank you for not interrupting, Sirius," Aegon said as usual, his voice polite and gentle, but carrying an edge filled with undeniable power.

Lord Black simply nodded softly and replied.

"No problem, boy. What are you working on?" Sirius asked curiously as he observed the strange object.

Aegon answered immediately.

"Do you remember the… matter with young Longbottom? About the problem with Voldemort?" his son asked, making Sirius grimace uncomfortably before softly nodding.

"Aye, I remember. What's the matter with Neville?" he asked curiously, not understanding how this strange gem was related to young Longbottom.

"This gem will allow me to create a soul bridge between the real world and Neville's soul, allowing me to remove the corruption without harming the boy," Aegon said solemnly, making both of Sirius's eyebrows rise in disbelief.

"That sounds… incredibly dangerous," Lord Black confessed cautiously, unable to even imagine that what Aegon was saying was possible.

"It's our only chance to save Neville without killing him. The studies I have conducted on the scar indicate that the invading soul is… isolated, as if something were keeping it outside young Longbottom's consciousness," he said with evident interest in the subject, making Sirius shrug and respond.

"Perhaps it has something to do with Alice's sacrifice. Many attribute the achievement to her," he said truthfully, making Aegon nod softly.

"It's a possibility," his son conceded before looking at Sirius curiously and asking.

"Do you know where Ciri, Lily, and Bella are? I haven't seen them since this morning," he asked curiously.

Sirius simply shrugged and replied.

"I know they're visiting Romania. They mentioned they were looking for a gift for you, but I don't know the specific reason, son," he said honestly, making Aegon nod silently, evidently still focused on his project.

Sirius took a deep breath, preparing himself for the uncomfortable conversation. He knew very well that convincing Aegon would be difficult, but he was willing to try.

"There's something I wanted to talk to you about. Something important," he said solemnly, drawing the young dragon's attention.

"Sure. What is it about? Do you need help with something?" his son asked as usual, helpful and curious, always willing to be of assistance.

Sirius's answer? He took the small box from his pocket and opened it before Aegon's eyes, revealing the Black Heir's ring.

The magical one. The official one. The one that would magically recognize Aegon as Sirius's legitimate son.

And, without a shred of tact, Lord Black spoke.

"I want this farce to become official, Aegon. You are… what I would always have imagined a son to be. You're practically a Black. If you want it, the ring, the secrets, and the future of this family… are yours," Sirius said solemnly, looking expectantly toward the young dragon, who stood there stunned, staring at the symbolic jewel.

Would Aegon accept the proposal?

That remained to be seen.