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

Rhaenyra was a princess of the Realm.

She was beautiful, spoiled, and capricious. She knew it, accepted it, and enjoyed it. She had the best parents, she had her beloved golden queen, sweet Alicent, both inside and outside her chambers.

And most importantly, she had her beloved Harry, her betrothed, her future husband, and the father of her future children, future dragon riders and sorcerers.

Her man, the princess thought, shuddering at the mere thought of the powerful and dominant Lord, as refined as he was savage, and if there was something that turned Rhaenyra on… it was power.

Something Harry had in abundance.

Harry, who had enough power to save her mother from the embrace of the stranger, who had enough power to ensure a safe and swift birth for her brother.

Her beloved Harry, who had enough power to protect her and her family from this strange Council of Wizards, who had dared to try to kidnap her newborn brother.

Rhaenyra loved Harry, and if she was being honest with herself, she could not wait to become his wife. There was never a moment when she felt safer, more desired, and more respected than in the arms of her insolent, yet powerful man.

However, nothing in her frankly short life could have prepared Rhaenyra for what was happening at this moment, from learning that her grandmother, who supposedly had died more than a decade ago, was still alive, to discovering that apparently, she had a twin sister.

One who was looking around like a frightened little fawn, clinging tightly to Harry’s arm, seeking the protection of the powerful wizard from the varied gazes of the members of the House of the Dragon.

Her father had fainted at the sight of Alyssa Targaryen. Ser Ryam and Ser Harold had supported the king and dragged him back to his chair in an attempt to wake him. Her uncle Daemon was staring fixedly at his mother, his eyes wide and his pupils dilated, completely speechless.

However, the most intense reaction was undoubtedly that of her beloved mother. Queen Aemma had eyes only for one person, the mysterious young woman who was standing protected behind Harry’s imposing body.

“My daughter? I have… we have another daughter?” the queen whispered brokenly, looking at Harry with such naked desperation that Rhaenyra could detect it instantly.

Rhaenyra watched as her mother took a desperate step toward this… Viserra Targaryen, desperately wishing to reach her, only to see her apparent twin take a step backward, looking at Queen Aemma with extreme caution and taking refuge behind Harry.

Rhaenyra could not help but frown at this action, even more so when she saw the devastated expression on her mother’s face at the gesture. However, Harry quickly intervened to calm the… tense and emotional situation.

“Viserra… this is Queen Aemma. She is your mother,” he said with extreme gentleness, while Rhaenyra watched as Harry took her apparent sister’s hand with extreme softness and delicacy.

Something that, for some reason, caused a feeling of jealousy to grow inside the capricious princess. Rhaenyra simply frowned as she watched her apparent twin cling to Harry for absolutely everything.

The evidently submissive young woman looked at her mother with extreme caution before taking a timid step forward and beginning to stammer.

“I… I am not a princess. I… I’m just… my Lord Black, tell her! I’m just a low-ranking witch who grew up at the Academy alongside my sister!” she tried to explain, evidently confused, looking at Harry in desperation and pleading with those amethyst eyes for him to clarify the situation.

However, the young woman’s words caused the queen to gasp, completely shocked, before asking in a broken voice.

“Sister? You have a sister?” she asked with such desperation that it broke Rhaenyra’s heart.

Viserra looked at the queen in surprise before swallowing and nodding extremely softly.

“Aye, Rhaella. She… she is in Oldtown. I…” her sister said with difficulty before looking at Harry with pleading eyes, evidently overwhelmed by the entire situation.

Her betrothed sighed heavily before looking at her mother with something close to pity and answering.

“There is a lot to discuss, Aemma. The situation is far more complicated than you imagine,” Harry said softly, making her mother frown with such fury that even Rhaenyra could not help but swallow and take a step backward.

“Complicated? I do not see anything complicated, Harry. This… Council had the audacity to steal not one, but two princesses of the blood, Targaryen maidens, two of my daughters! The only viable answer is Fire… and Blood,” her normally calm mother whispered. Her face was furious, completely enraged, more than Rhaenyra had ever seen her.

Her mother’s hands were trembling, evidently wanting to run over and take Viserra’s face in her hands, making sure she was real. Tears fell bitterly from the Queen’s face.

And upon noticing that her beloved mother was not thinking clearly, her father was still unconscious, and her uncle Daemon was staring directly at the woman who was apparently her grandmother Alyssa, completely stunned.

“We need an explanation, Harry,” Rhaenyra said softly, walking determinedly toward her man and firmly taking his hand in both of hers.

Harry looked directly at Rhaenyra with a tired smile, evidently whatever he had been forced to endure had been… complicated.

Her beloved inhaled deeply, calming his mind before looking directly at Rhaenyra and answering, capturing the attention of the entire Royal Family, including her now-awake father.

“There are two Westeros, Nyra. The Muggle side, the one your father rules, with everything you know, and the magical side, the one governed by the Arcane Council of Westeros, led by the oldest and most powerful Magical Families of the Seven Kingdoms, those of the First Men” Harry said calmly, and before the princess could ask for details, Harry continued.

“The situation regarding Viserra and her sister Rhaella is… more complicated than you imagine. Both are Targaryen maidens with magic, so technically, they fall under the jurisdiction of the Arcane Council. There is something called the Statute of Secrecy, which essentially exists to protect the secrecy of magic at all costs. In the case of a wizard or witch being born into a non-magical family, the Council intervenes, separating the child from their parents and modifying their memories to make them believe the infant was stillborn,” Harry explained gently.

That news was… devastating. Rhaenyra could only gasp. Her mother’s body trembled as she made a superhuman effort not to throw herself into overwhelmed Viserra’s arms, while her father and Uncle Daemon moved closer to listen to the conversation.

Beside Harry, the mysterious Martell man, the one who had arrived with her grandmother, could only look at Harry in disbelief before snorting and shaking his head.

“You just broke the Statute of Secrecy, a secret thousands of years old… I wish I had your balls, to be honest, my Lord,” the man said with disbelief and admiration for Harry, who merely responded with an annoyed snort.

“After what I saw, they should be grateful I did not burn that damn place to the fucking ground,” Harry snapped furiously, angrier than Rhaenyra had ever seen him.

“What else happened, my love? What happened that has you so… angry?” the princess asked with concern.

However, Rhaenyra received her answer not from her beloved Harry, but from her grandmother, who stepped forward, positioning herself beside the unknown Dornishman and answering softly.

“The Arcane Council of Westeros was at war for decades with Old Valyria, a long and bloody conflict that ended with the destruction of the capital of the Ancient Dragonlords, their numbers decimated and their power destroyed. House Targaryen… our family… was the traitorous family that sold the secrets of the free-hold capital’s arcane defenses in exchange for clemency from the Arcane Council. Aenar Targaryen had been exiled from the Court, his wealth seized, his dragons executed, and his family left in complete ruin. In revenge, Aenar and Gaemon Targaryen sold the secrets of the Ancient Dragonlords to Chief Warlock Sirius Black, leading to the Battle of Valyria and the destruction of the Freehold,” her grandmother said, to the evident horror of the entire Royal Family.

Rhaenyra was… shocked.

That… that had to be a lie, right?

Her family were the last nobles of Old Valyria. They…

The princess looked at her beloved betrothed, searching for some indication that the woman’s words were a lie. Alas, Rhaenyra found only sincerity in her man’s eyes, filling not only the princess, but the entire Royal Family with anguish and denial.

And apparently, the surprises were not over.

“After the destruction of Valyria, Aenar was forced to sign the Dragon Pact, binding House Targaryen to the magical laws of Westeros. If any prince or princess was born with magic, then they were legally part of the arcane system of Westeros. Chief Warlock Black then stripped House Targaryen of all the magical knowledge the Targaryens had ever possessed, forcing them to live as Muggles as part of their punishment,” Harry answered heavily, rubbing his tired face.

Seeing this, Rhaenyra hurried to place her hands on her beloved’s shoulders, more than willing to relieve the stress he was feeling. However, the princess looked at her twin sister with mixed feelings when she saw that Viserra had the same idea, placing her own not-so-delicate hands on Harry’s shoulders at the same time as Rhaenyra.

“Oh,” they both said at the same time, blushing at the… complicated situation they were in, but both also involuntarily frowning.

By the Gods, they were… so alike, Rhaenyra thought with a certain envy, noticing Viserra’s more than obvious interest in her future husband, unwilling to remove her hands from Harry’s body.

A true dragoness, Rhaenyra thought with amusement and envy, finding the situation… hilarious and insulting.

The king remained silent for quite some time, lost in his thoughts, looking at his mother with a face full of anguish, at Lyonel with something between fury and betrayal, and most importantly…

At Harry with doubt.

“Why are you helping us, Harry?” the King asked sincerely, surprising not only Rhaenyra, but everyone present, who looked at her father in absolute surprise.

The king did not respond. His eyes fixed on Viserra with such sadness that Rhaenyra could not help but feel sorry for her father. She could not even imagine what was going through the King’s mind. Tears threatened to emerge from his eyes, but he made a superhuman effort to hold them back, inhaling deeply and focusing on Harry, who looked at him calmly and patiently.

“You are a wizard, an extremely talented and powerful one. We both know that if you wanted to… you have more in common with this… Council than with us. Why are you telling us this? Why are you helping us?” her father asked, and Rhaenyra felt her heart break upon seeing the desperation on her father’s face.

At those words, everyone in the room fell into absolute silence, fully aware that the moment between the King and Lord Black was… more important than it might appear at first glance.

It was the decisive point, the official alliance between House Targaryen and House Potter. It was not merely about Rhaenyra being married to Harry to keep magic close to House Targaryen. It was the integration of House Potter as a close ally of the Royal House, a shield and safety net against the machinations of this… Arcane Council.

And everyone present knew it, so they looked at Harry expectantly, all holding their breath and waiting for his answer.

Harry did not respond for a long while, his hands behind his back as he stared intently at her father.

And then, with a heavy sigh… Lord Potter answered.

“The place I come from… Great Britain, is a place that, until recently, functioned similarly to your Council. Of course, not to the extent of stealing children from their parents or enslaving underprivileged citizens as happens here, but inequality was deeply entrenched in society. The old families hoarded the wealth, slowly suffocating every wizard and witch who did not belong to the exclusive and small circle of power,” Harry answered calmly, evidently lost in his thoughts.

No one said anything, not even Daemon, who listened intently. They were all genuinely interested in learning about the past of the elusive and mysterious Lord.

Including Rhaenyra, who knew practically nothing about her betrothed’s past.

“A Dark Wizard, extremely powerful, arrogant, and dangerous, managed to gain the full support of most of the Pure-blood families. The discourse was always the same: magical superiority, pure bloodlines, and nonsense.”

Rhaenyra swallowed hard at the strong rejection Harry felt toward those words, a curious reaction she wanted to discuss with her beloved later, once this terrible situation was over.

“The problems escalated rapidly until a conflict erupted that became known as the Blood War. The Pure-bloods and this Dark Lord wanted to impose total control over magic, tear children from their parents’ arms, and designate wizards and witches who did not come from important families as second-class citizens. Does that sound familiar?” he asked shrewdly, looking directly at Lord Lyonel and channeling his magical power through the body of the Lord of Harrenhal, who could only swallow and answer.

“And how did it end? This magical war?” asked her uncle Daemon, evidently interested in the conclusion of Harry’s story, although Rhaenyra could not blame him. She was just as interested.

Her future husband stopped looking at Lord Lyonel, now focusing his powerful gaze on her uncle, who involuntarily took a step backward, and answered.

“The war ended by my own hand, during the Battle of Hogwarts, where Tanaris and I burned all the enemy wizards and witches to ash, extinguishing more than twenty magical families in a single night, before cutting off the head of the man responsible for so much death and suffering. I took more than two thousand lives that single night, the night when my two best friends died for a just, yet unfair cause, and the night when I earned a title that, to this day, follows me like a shadow,” Harry said before pausing, his eyes unfocused as he stared toward the fireplace.

“The Ash maker.”

Rhaenyra could not help but shudder at the simple yet evidently powerful and meaningful title. It was obvious that it was not one Harry was proud of, and the princess could only imagine what such words reminded him of.

“A powerful title, earned through blood and tears, forged in the heat of battle. You should not be ashamed to bear it,” Daemon said sincerely. His tone was firm, but surprisingly soft and understanding, something quite strange to Rhaenyra.

Harry merely raised an eyebrow and answered.

“It is not the title itself, but the fact that, inevitably, I cannot help but remember everything that was lost during the War,” he said with a sigh before focusing his gaze on her father again and continuing.

“I have always fought against injustice. I am certain this Council had more than enough reasons to attack Valyria. It is even a cause I could consider just, taking into account what is known about the Dragonlords of Old… but the Valyrian blood that inhabits Westeros today… they have no relation whatsoever to the extinct empire. The injustices and abuses against Valyrian wizards and witches are something I will not allow. I already fought a war for my ideals in the past. I will not look away now, when the situation is much worse,” Harry said as he slowly walked toward the King, who silently held his gaze.

“And if for that, so that justice and equality among wizards and witches can reach Westeros, I have to become a butcher once again, then rest assured that I will make ashes and death fall upon the enemies of my family,” Harry said solemnly, his eyes shining like two fucking stars, charged with such monstrous magical power that everything around them continued trembling. It was evident that Harry was quite tense from having to remember part of his past.

And Rhaenyra could not blame him.

The King stepped forward, his expression solemn and his gaze firm.

“Then, can I count on you, Harry? This situation… is enormous. The problems are only beginning. Can I count on you and your support?” the King asked, wanting Lord Potter’s answer to be clearly established and recorded.

Harry did not even hesitate. He simply nodded and answered.

“You are my friend, Viserys. I respect you as a person and as a ruler. You always treated me with respect and kindness, and most importantly, Rhaenyra will be one of my wives, so yes, you have my support,” her beloved said solemnly, causing a warm and pleasant sensation to bloom in Rhaenyra’s chest, along with those mischievous tingles between her thighs.

Alas, apparently Harry was not finished.

“However, this Council is not an enemy you will be able to defeat with Dragons and swords. You will need patience, cunning, and above all, magical allies,” Harry said solemnly, at the same time as his two Lord Rings appeared on his hand, one beside the other.

“And therefore, it is time to call in the cavalry,” Harry said with determination, at the same time as the gemstone of the Potter Ring began glowing with a powerful golden light intermittently, unlike anything Rhaenyra had ever seen before.

A moment later, Harry spoke, and everyone in the room fell silent.

“House Potter calls for Aid!” Harry declared in a clear and powerful voice, evidently magical.

As soon as Harry spoke those words, the flickering light of his ring began to shine with greater intensity and at shorter intervals. Harry’s gaze remained completely fixed on the beautiful ruby of the jewel for several minutes, during which all the men and women present in the room held their breath, truly unsure what the fuck to expect.

Her father and Daeron looked at each other cautiously, and when her father seemed to be losing patience…

It happened…

The ring in Harry’s hand stopped flickering, at the same time as several voices began speaking, all of them coming from the ring itself.

“And House Longbottom will answer!” said the deep and raspy voice of a man, someone evidently familiar to Harry, since hearing that voice made her betrothed smile with amusement and relief.

“House Bones answers the call,” said an elegant female voice, while more and more families answered her betrothed’s call, who apparently had a fucking army of witches and wizards at his disposal, names that were completely unknown to Rhaenyra.

Weasley, Abbott, Tonks, Greengrass, even some strange surnames such as Patil and Chang.

And the more names joined Harry’s call, the more amused the reactions of the people present in the room became, who, for the first time since their arrival, were truly aware of… the power and influence Harry commanded.

Before, he had merely been seen as a powerful man, a wizard...a Dragon Lord, but ultimately, just one man.

But now… Harry had begun showing his fangs and claws, and Rhaenyra knew she had to control the damage. It was only a matter of time before nobles, both magical and non-magical, learned of the vast reach of her future husband.

There was much to do.

Although undoubtedly, the most curious reaction was that of her father, who, the more names he heard answering Harry’s call, the more determined he became. His fists tightened and his gaze sharpened.

And then, her father spoke, not as the loving man who indulged Rhaenyra’s whims.

But as a King.

“As soon as Harry leaves to deal with this Council, you and I will fly to Dragonstone,” he said, staring intently at Daemon, who could only raise his eyebrows in curiosity.

It was not a question. It was not a suggestion. It was an Order, one that Daemon would apparently follow to the letter.

“May I ask why?” her uncle’s voice was polite and surprisingly submissive for some reason.

Her father did not answer for a long time. He simply looked toward Harry, both evidently having a conversation between them, before answering.

“Because it is time to do something I should have done a long time ago. It is time for me to claim a Dragon,” her father said with a fierceness Rhaenyra frankly did not know.

Rhaenyra did not know what destiny had in store for her. Apparently, she had two sisters she did not know about, her family was in danger, and the future was uncertain.

And then, Harry spoke again.

“I will return to Oldtown to finish some important business. There are a couple of places I need to visit and matters I need to resolve. The Council, although a threat, is not an immediate priority. Continue with our plans as we agreed. As soon as I finish dealing with the magical affairs, I will head to Tarth to deal with the Essosi as quickly as possible,” Harry promised, making her father nod solemnly. They both clasped hands as a promise before saying goodbye.

Rhaenyra could not help but step forward and speak.

“Have a safe journey, my Lord. I will be eagerly waiting for you and… MMMHHM.”

Rhaenyra’s words were interrupted by Harry’s bold movement as he took her cheeks in his hands and gave her a sensual and warm kiss on the lips, an act to which the princess immediately surrendered, desperately inhaling the scent of her future husband, her pupils dilating as everything around her faded into the background.

When it ended, Rhaenyra was panting. Desmella Casterly and her sister Viserra were looking at her with more than evident envy on their faces, but that mattered little to the Targaryen princess, who could not stop trembling with desire in the arms of her betrothed.

“We will catch up when I return, darling,” Harry promised, discreetly squeezing Rhaenyra’s ass before separating from the heated princess.

Then Harry headed toward the fireplace, Lord Martell behind him, as well as the Casterly harlot.

Leaving behind Lord Lyonel, who calmly observed the King’s furious face; her grandmother Alyssa, who was evidently making a superhuman effort not to throw herself upon her father and Uncle Daemon; and her twin sister, who seemed shy and cautious for some reason.

“Viserra, stay here and get to know your family. As soon as I finish dealing with the Dwarves and find Marauder’s Den, I will assign you your new duties. Understood?” Harry asked gently, making her twin quickly nod and respond.

“As you command, my Lord Black,” Viserra said softly, bowing in total submission toward Harry, who merely nodded before disappearing into the flames once again, leaving behind the entire Targaryen clan and an uncomfortable Lyonel Strong.

Her Uncle Daemon looked like a caged dog, waiting for the order to gut the calm Lord, who merely responded.

“Now that young Prince Baelon is a ward of House Black, I am within my rights under Magical Law to answer your questions, Your Grace,” the man said softly.

Rhaenyra merely sighed upon seeing her father’s face. They would be here for quite some time, of that she had no doubt.

And although she was interested in Lord Strong’s words, Rhaenyra gave her attention to something far more important: her twin, who, apparently, like her, was more than interested in riding Harry’s virility again and again.

The situation… was becoming complicated, and this war had only just begun.