Morning at the Magister's estate in Pentos.
No birdsong—only distant seagulls shrieking over tiled roofs.
Sunlight pierced carved lattice windows, casting mottled shadows on luxurious carpets.
The air was thick with cloying spice—sweet enough to drown in this gentle prison.
Daenerys sat restlessly.
Female slaves dressed her in moon-white silk.
The fabric flowed like moonlight, making her already snow-pale skin nearly transparent.
Silver-gold hair was meticulously groomed, fixed with tiny pearls.
Until Lynn pushed open the door.
He'd changed into black velvet Illyrio had prepared.
The chest bore an inconspicuous silver-thread emblem—a vicious three-headed ice dragon.
Simple attire, yet his entire being radiated innate oppression.
"Ready?" Lynn's voice was calm.
Daenerys nodded, then quickly shook her head.
She nervously stood, walking to Lynn.
Those violet eyes brimmed with anticipation and anxiety.
"I... I don't know what to do."
"Do what?"
"Be a... wife." Her voice was mosquito-soft.
Lynn looked at her—this girl about to become his wife.
Her beauty could drive any man mad.
Yet beneath that beauty lay a soul wrapped too long in fear and uncertainty.
"You don't need to do anything."
Lynn extended his hand, tucking a disobedient silver strand behind her ear.
"Just be yourself."
His fingertips carried coolness, yet made Daenerys feel reassured.
Yes.
Be herself.
Her prince's only expectation.
The wedding was simple—almost shabby.
No guests, no choir, no seven-tiered cake.
In Magister Illyrio's courtyard, that fat man nearly pissing himself yesterday from Winter's terror now beamed as officiant.
Viserys stood aside, face wearing restrained yet eager smiles—as if he were today's protagonist.
A Seven Gods priest from Pentos's dock district, wearing faded robes, tremblingly recited ancient vows.
He'd probably never imagined stepping into the magister's estate to bless such a bizarre wedding.
"...In the Father's name, I declare you husband and wife."
"You may kiss your bride before all."
The priest barely finished when Viserys clapped first, sound piercingly loud.
"Wonderful! Wonderful!"
He shouted.
"Now we're family!"
"Unbreakable allies!"
Lynn ignored his noise.
He turned, looking at Daenerys before him.
The girl's cheeks bore touching blush, long lashes trembling like butterfly wings.
She gathered courage, raising her eyes to meet Lynn's gaze.
Lynn lowered his head, kissing her.
This kiss was utterly different from yesterday's on the terrace.
No probing or venting—only sovereignty-claiming gentleness and firmness.
Daenerys clumsily responded, hands instinctively gripping Lynn's chest fabric.
She felt her body melting—melting in this embrace that made her feel utterly safe.
Illyrio prepared a small banquet.
The long table overflowed with delicacies from around the world, served in gleaming gold and silver vessels.
Viserys was already half-drunk.
One arm around a voluptuous slave girl, the other raising his cup.
Loudly discussing how he'd deal with usurpers after returning to Westeros.
"Robert Baratheon! I'll hang his head on King's Landing's gates!"
"And that Kingslayer! I'll throw him in a dragon's mouth!"
His voice echoed in the empty hall, sounding particularly ridiculous.
Lynn ignored him, methodically cutting roasted fish from the Summer Sea on his plate.
Daenerys sat beside him, quietly pouring wine—like a docile kitten.
She was no longer that manipulated princess, but Lynn's wife.
This new identity gave her unprecedented belonging.
Just then, Magister Illyrio clapped.
Two strong slaves carried a heavy wooden chest into the hall.
The chest was made from Westerosi weirwood, bronze-cornered, looking ancient and mysterious.
"My dear friend."
Illyrio's face was all smiles.
His corpulent body struggled to rise from the chair.
"This is a small wedding gift—a token of respect."
Viserys stopped shouting, looking over curiously.
Illyrio personally approached, unlocking the chest.
The moment the lid opened, all eyes were drawn.
Inside lay thick black velvet, upon which rested three enormous eggs.
One deep green, covered in bronze spots.
One milky white, traced with pale gold patterns.
The last pure black—like midnight's deep sea—yet its surface gleamed with strange blood-red luster.
Their surfaces were covered in fine scales, shimmering like gems in candlelight.
"Dragon eggs?"
Viserys cried out, sobering considerably.
He stumbled forward, wanting to touch them, yet was awed by their ancient aura, not daring approach.
"Yes, true dragon eggs."
"Genuine!"
Illyrio's face showed pride.
"They come from the Shadow Lands east of Asshai—priceless."
"Only... they've long turned to stone."
He added regretfully.
The slaves and priest gasped in amazement.
This was indeed a gift matching Daenerys's status.
Daenerys's gaze couldn't leave the eggs from the moment she saw them.
A tremor from her bloodline's depths made her involuntarily stand, walking to the chest.
She extended her slender hand, gently stroking the black-red egg.
The touch was cold, hard—indeed like stone.
Yet somehow, she felt a faint pulse—like a heartbeat.
"Just pretty rocks."
Viserys quickly lost interest, face showing disdain.
"I have a living dragon now."
"Illyrio, you should've sent a shipload of gold instead."
Lynn said nothing.
He approached, gaze falling on the three eggs.
He knew exactly what these were.
Not stones at all!
This is Drogon, Rhaegal, Viserion!
Of course, this time they won't bear those names.
The three dragons that will burn Slaver's Bay, make the entire world tremble!
He suppressed his joy, imitating Daenerys, extending his hand to touch the green egg.
Cold. Hard.
Nothing unusual.
But he knew—this was mere appearance.
Blood and fire...
Lynn's gaze inadvertently swept across Daenerys's exquisite face.
His lips moved slightly—a mad, bold plan forming in his mind.
He wanted more than just one three-headed dragon.
He wanted them all!
Night deepened.
In Lynn and Daenerys's bridal chamber—no romantic atmosphere.
The three dragon eggs were placed in the room's center.
The hearth blazed, casting their shadows on walls like three crouching beasts.
Daenerys hugged the black-red egg, sitting on soft carpet.
She clutched it tightly.
As if it weren't cold stone, but her long-lost child.
"I can feel it."
She raised her head, looking at Lynn with those brilliantly bright purple eyes.
"It's speaking to me."
Lynn sat beside her.
"What's it saying?"
"It says... it's cold."
Daenerys's voice carried heartache.
Lynn didn't think she was babbling.
Targaryen blood had mysterious connections with dragons.
Just like old Maester Aemon.
He extended his hand, covering hers holding the egg.
Her hand was cool—like jade.
"Perhaps we can warm it up."
Lynn said, gaze turning to the leaping flames in the hearth.
Daenerys seemed to understand, breathing quickening.
She looked at Lynn, then at the hearth flames, beautiful eyes flashing with hesitation and fear.
Fire was Targaryen destiny—and Targaryen curse.
Her brother always threatened to burn her with "sleeping dragon's wrath."
"Don't be afraid."
Lynn's voice carried magic, easily smoothing her fear.
He gripped her hand, along with the egg.
Slowly, bit by bit, approaching the hearth.
Rolling heat washed over them. Daenerys nervously closed her eyes.
Yet the expected burning pain didn't come.
She only felt unprecedented warmth from the egg.
Flowing through her arm, throughout her body.
Like soaking in warm springs on a cold winter night.
She cautiously opened her eyes.
The scene before her completely stunned her.
That black-red egg—under flame's scorching—didn't crack, but began emitting eerie red light.
The fine scales on the shell seemed to come alive, slightly undulating in the glow.
Most incredible—
Her hand, placed in flames, felt no burning pain!
"I... I'm not afraid of fire..."
Daenerys murmured, as if discovering an incredible secret.
Lynn said nothing, just slowly channeling Ice Magic into the three eggs.
Just then—
"Thump."
An extremely faint yet utterly clear sound came from inside the egg.
Daenerys's body stiffened.
"Thump... thump-thump..."
The sound grew faster, clearer.
Like a heart that had slept a thousand years—answering fire's call—beginning to beat again!
Alive!
It's truly alive!
The dragon egg was activated!
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