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Surprised again, it would seem that to harry that he should be expecting the unexpected in this world as low and behold standing right before him, drenched from head to toe, shivering mad with a cold frown upon her face was the crown Princess Rheaynrea Targaryen.

The crown princess of the seven kingdoms was adorned in her red and black themed dress that clung to her body, the wet fabric was becoming translucent as the water soaked into it revealing what laid underneath which Harry took into detail the objects hidden beneath her clothing.

But then the memory of Daphne frowning at him with a disapproving jealous look was enough to snap him out of his gazing and assume the mask of prestigest noble "Princess Rheaynra. This is a surprise, to what do I owe the honour of your presence?" he said or in simplier terms *I'm surprised to see you here but why?*

In truth Harry had expected the king to come in order to try and push for a marriage between their house's but not the princess herself or any of the younger children for that matter.

"Lord Peverell. As the princess of the seven kingdoms I was conducting a routine investigation of all lands under the crown when this storm hit. Your keep was the only one close by and I… implore to your honour to grant me shelter until it abides." She all the while shivering furiously and rubbing her arms to keep warm, yet despite all that she continued to maintain that dignified frown on her face that only deepen as she stood there in the cold.

Harry knew it was a lie because the rain storm started this morning and hasn't let up since then, so unless she get's up earlier then any living being to fly across the lands and get here till 10 then she must be one real early bird to get up early in the morning before the rain even started.

But Harry couldn't turn her away, it wasn't out of respect or charity that he didn't slam the gate in her face or to call her out on her lie, it's because she's a princess of the land and if he refused her plea for sanctuary then he'd be making more problems for himself as everyone would use this as an opportunity to harass and attack him.

Sighing heavily he stepped aside and extended his hand towards him home "Please come in my lady." He said with as much respect as he could give, he even dipped his head to her as she pasted by with her dragon following suit but he followed after her towards the open front doors a big problem laid before them.

as they approached the large opened front doors to his Magnificent home... There was still one problem that needed to be sorted before they entered.

Harry walked in front of them, standing in the path of Both Rheanrya and her dragon that were thankfully being sheltered under the protection of the arch over their heads "Appologies for this my Lady but your dragon is too big to fit through given her current form." The door way was built to accommodate a being the size of a giant or that of his dragons when they're at their full size but not the flying ones like The Targaryen dragons who wouldn't be able to move through the halls of his home.

He wave his hand up to the imposing beast that stood over him where a blue visible gush of wind blew out from his fingers and wrapped around the mighty creature's form, it swallowed her dragon in a blanket of magic that shrunk in size with the creature within it until it was the size of size of chest before dissipating to reveal to both the princess and her dragon's shock "What have you done to her!?/ S"What have you done to me!?S" they both cried as Rheaynrea started at the now small form of her dragon was standing at the height of a dog instead of her magnificent imposing form.

The dragon mighty roars were sqeauks and chirps instead of growls and humms, it's tiny wings flapped rapidly to get off from the ground but all for not as it fell back down to the floor.

"I've made you more compact so you can travel the halls without getting stuck. Don't worry though, it's only temporary." he said but that did little to waver the deadly glare being sent at him by both Rheanyra and her dragon, The latter being giving off a cute glary pout in place of her actual fearsome visage.

Having no other choice but to accept the condition in order to shelter herself from the rain she silently agreed... only for today.

They walked in and imidately basked in the glorious warm air of the castle that hit them as they passed in through the invisible barrier that separated the inside from the outside, Rheanyra followed after with her fun sized mighty mount trotting after them on it's stubby hind legs before they stopped at the bottom of the grand stair case in the main hall.

"Dobby!" Harry called out, and like before with a pop the unusual creature known as Dobby appeared right before them.

"Dobby is here master Harry." The adorable looking elf said as he bowed to Harry.

"Dobby, please excort the princess to one of the guest rooms and prepare a bath, and some clean clothes for her." he ordered.

"Of course master Harry." The elf said and just as they were all about to depart for own rooms to change out of their wet clothes the Runes flared once more halting Harry and Dobby in their place which confused Rheanyra as to why they stopped.

"Hang on. Someone else is at the door." Harry said as he turned around and walked back outside, once again bombarded under the heavy assault of the large rain drops as he made his way towards the gate that opened upon his will where standing outside alone and drenched was the other princess of the kingdom.

"Princess Helana?" Harry was again confused as the presence of the second princess who like her eldest sister was drenched with her green dress clinging to her body, but despite the heavy rain and cold air the young lady before him stood with a posture and stature with her hands clasped before her body as she smiled serenely at him.

"Greeting My Lord Peverell. My carriage broke on the road not far from here, might I appeal to your honour to grant me shelter in your castle?" she asked in a... nicer way then her sister which he admitted but like with her sister he couldn't deny her request nor find the situation far more then a coincidence as to why a dragon rider like her was riding in a carriage then riding her dragon like last time or like her sister.

Like before he put on a gentlemen smile and gestured for her to come in "Come in my lady. Here to keep you from the rain." he said as he took off his coat and draped it over her shoulders to shield her body from the rain as he escorted her to his home.

He helped her into the castle, guided by hand up the steps and into the hall where the warm air wrapped around their wet and cold bodies.

But... there was the matter concerning his other guest who glared fiercely at the other pale blonde the second her Amethyst eye's saw her "What are you doing here?" Rheanyra questioned the appearance of her young half sister who snapped her head at the sound of her older sister's voice.

"S-Sister!?" Heleana Squeak in surprised to the presence of her Older. Terrifying and glaring sister who was sending daggers at her through her eye's. Still she gathered as much courage as she could muster to stand strong before her sister, to show Lord Hadrian that she wasn't weak, that she was a proud daughter of the house targaryen "I might… ask the same of you?" she uttered out but shrunk under scathing gaze her sister was sending at her.

"What I do is none of your business. However you're presence here is quite suspicious as I don't believe you had any formal trips or arragements to proceed to in this terrible storm." It was the pot calling kettle black as Rheanrya's arrival was the same as Helena's as it was far from a coincidence that they would seek shelter in his home.

"I-I could ask the same of you Si-" she stopped as she was once again assaulted under the fearsome glare of Rheanrya "I mean.. princess Rheanrya."

Harry could not only just see the tension but feel it as the two sisters were sort of at each other's throat, so he decided to break it up by clearing his throat which earn their attention "Alright girls. It clear your all tired and wet from the journey here, so why don't you follow Dobby to your respect rooms where you'll find a nice hot bath waiting for you along with some clean clothes."

-Harry's bedroom, some time later-

Harry was finishing drying himself off after cleaning the rain water off of him within his hot bath, as he did, he of course relaxed and allowed his tense muscles to drop and soak in the hot soothing water around them.

Of course as he did, he couldn't help but allow his mind to wander off on the policital situation he was being targeted for.

He knew about the internal strife over rights to succession and ownership of the entire realm between the Black faction of Princess Rheanrya's cause and her half brother Aegon with the Greens who supported their son/ brother assession over his sister's.

Harry came into such possession of knowledge by spreading many conjured serpents within the kingslanding and the red keep to keep both ears and eyes within the capital, but he also used Legilimency to delve into the unprotected minds of the royals during their visit to his home where he learn all of their plots and plans for him.

The only man innocent of any plots to turn him into a piece on a chess board was the king who desired grandchildren to possess the same degree of control Harry had over dragons.

Truthfully he wanted nothing to do with another political war, having fought through one after the other which was all made against him by jealous, frightened and greedy officals who wanted him locked up and his possessions theirs.

He came here to start a new, not be dragged in another war after spending near his whole life fighting for his survival.

After getting out and drying some of the water off of his body, he tied the towel tightly around his waist and left the bathroom to get sorted in a new pair of clothes so he could entertain his new guests for the evening.

As he entered his bedroom he noticed a lack of light within the dark swallowed room as the curtains were pulled over the windows, shielding it from what little light the dark cloudy sky allowed.

Harry knew in his mind he did not have them closed as they were, narrowing his eye's he prepared for anything the darkness would throw at him as he slowly closed the bathroom door behind him before swiping his hand where the curtains flew open, bathing the room in what little light the day had for his eye's to burst wide open at the sight before him.

Sitting on the bed waiting for him was Princess Rheanrya in nothing but her underclothes as she sat cross legged upon the bed sheets.

For a moment Harry thought he was looking a Daphne as she sometimes would wait for him in their room, sometimes wearing nothing but a smile.

And he almost believed it but then the spell was broken as he remembered that she was no longer with him and now he was gawking at the near naked form of this kingdoms first princess who's gazed was upon him with half lidded eyes.

He was completely surprised by this "Princess!?" he cried out in shock to the Princess who lean backwards from her place on the bed with her hand combing through her pale blonde hair.

"Lord Peverell…" she whispered huskily to him as her Amathyst eye's trailed up and down his athletic build, taking into great detail the scars littered his frame to the remnants of water dripping down his body.

"I wanted to thank you for your generosity~"

She won't admit it, but she liked what she saw compared to the many suitors who tried to seduce her.

The man before her was exactly what she wanted in man.

Handsome, Powerful, smart although a bit too smart for her liking, fit compared to the fat, slobish and thin as twig men she has had the displeasure of greeting with a plastered smile as she had her hand grasped by their pale and sweaty hands, then kissed by their rough and filithy mouths and forced to endure as they smiled at her with their rotted crooked revolting smelling teeth.

She had to turn down many men her father presented to her with many of them being past their prime to having one foot in the grave quite literally in one case when one of the lords died of at her feet from a heart attack.

There have also been boys much more younger then her ranging from children to babies.

It was all so stupid how the way bethrovel system of this world works, if she had her way such things of marrying boy and girls to older and elderly partners would be forbidden in this backwards and primitive culture.

But back onto the task at hand she was here, waiting for him to come out to see her naked form ready and waiting for him on his bed.

While she wanted something better then this to coax him, she had no other means or object that he desired for other then the pleasures of the flesh that all men crave.

She turn on all fours on his massive bed and began to prowl towards his direction like a mountain lioness, purposely stalking slowly to the edge of the bed with her hips moving from side to side in a hypnotic fashion so that his eye's were directed to her rear where her dark themed undercloth was wedging inbetween her cheeks.

Harry wouldn't say that he wasn't a little turned on by this as this was how Daphne acted out in many of their moments of pleasure, it part of their roleplay to spice up the sex they have which feature a number of popular roles such as Heiress and the poor servent, The chiveralous knight and the captive damsel, The dark witch and the up standing Auroa which was quite popular in the magical world.

Still Harry was used to something like this and knew how to handle it along with extra bit add in.

He recovered his composer and grew a smirk on his face as he walked up to the bed where the princess was waiting for him "I must say, your gratitude is quite suprising my lady." He spoke in tone that sent plesent chills down both her spine and the other person in the room who was watching.

He stood in front of her, his hand gently brushed against her cheek "You honour me my Princess with such a gift. But…" he drawled out as he leaned down to her level with that grin becoming wider "I would be a poor host if I neglected my other guest." He whispered to her bringing her out of her act as she watched him swipe his hand out towards the large closet door.

The door flew open and standing there, as naked as her was her half Sister Helena who was knelling on the ground with nothing but pale cloth underclothes that hugged into her plumpish form. The former princess in hiding turned beat red when she realised she was caught and tried to not to squirm under the stare the man who caught her and the glare her sister was giving her.

"Well… isn't this something." Harry breathed out, combing his fingers through his wet hair as he assumed an impassive face over the one he had a moment ago, he moved away from the bed and towards the dresser where he began to take out folded articles of clothing as two princesses settled up from their positions.

Harry walked back over holding out two thick pieces of wolly robes to them "Here, cover your selves with these, unless you don't mind showing me your virtuious forms?" he asked with a suggestive smirk.

Rheanrya snatched the black dressing from his hands all the while sending a fierce glare that didn't faze him while her sister gently took him and bowed in thanks for it, "I'll allow you two to get dress while I put on my own things." He said as he moved into the bathroom with only a pair of underwear and trousers.

When the door closed, Rheanrya sent a threatening glare to Helena who tried not to shrink under her sister's deadly look "What are you doing here?" she hissed out as she aggressively unfolded the dressing gown before and began to put it on.

Meanwhile her sister slowly and gently undid her's as she put it on and tied the rope around her waist to fasten it closed "I-I could ask you the same sister." Helena said with as much courage as she could muster before her older sibling who intensified her glare even more at the woman who had the Gaul to talked back to her.

"D-Don't pretend that you're mission I-is different from mine!" Helena challengered her, feeling years after years of repressed bravery come out slowly as she was sheltered in the protection of their host "You were here to seduce him. To use you're body to get him."

Rheanrya glared at her sister but controlled her self from doing anything rash while here, she settle into a dignified expression as she regard her sister like an ant "At least my body is well respected and favoured by all unlike you're soft and plump figure."

Helena was overcome with great shame and sadness, her head bowing down to hide the tears threatening to fall from her face as she stares down the soft bump of her stomach, she is very self conscious about her figure and to have it pointed out that she was fat made her all the more ashamed especially when it was her sister to said such hurtful things.

Thankfully she didn't shed a tear as the door to the bathroom opened and stepping out was Harry in in a pair of trousers, his chest was bare exposed and lacking the smear of water on it.

"Well. I see that you're enjoy the hospitality so far." He said with a smile "please sit down." He guesture for them to sit upon his large bed which they did but they sat on opposite sides while he stood in the middle of the room facing them.

"I'm going to go on a limb here and say that each of you came here today out of Duty…" his eye's directed towards the meek Heleana who looked down to avoid his gaze "Or desperation." His eyes then swiped to Rheanrya who met his stare with a strong front as she didn't act or looked ashamed as her sister was.

But then his tone and face became cold and serious of any positive emotion, only holding a serious frown upon his face as his green eye's bore into them "You each came here in a bid to seduce me which would have resulted in me bedding you where I would then be forced to take responsibility for deflowering you and quite possibly impregnating you… is my assessment accurate?"

"y-yes." Heleana responded, unable to look up at him.

"Hphm…" Rheanrya sounded out, refusing to back down as he looked at them.

Harry's face remained cold and as hard as stone as he stared both princesses down "….you're welcome to stay here until the rain has abided or however long you wish to stay. But know this, my patience is not infinite nor is my hospitality if you two plan to do more of this trickery." and with that he left to continue where he left off in his office.

-Harry's study-

Shortly after Harry had left Rheanrya followed soon after to catch up with him but could not see him so she had been now scouring the halls in search of Lord Peverell, she intent on not leaving until she convinced him to join her cause.

She was navigating blindly, using what little memory she had of her previous visit to help in searching from room to room in this large castle that put her home, the Red Keep to shame with it's glourious architecture and design with amazing moving portraits decorating the walls around her.

She eventurally made it to a pair of large doors that obviously contained a large, possibly importnatn room where the young lord could be in.

She opened it up and walked through, intent of setting this right only to find that it was empty and that this was the room where she and her family last spoke with him, she immidately knew it to be a private office or study of sorts considering the shelves and cases full of old book and tomes siting upon them.

Unusual equipment and devices hummed and buzzed with a large black pot filled with a murky coloured concocution bubbled upon a lit singlular fire as it sat atop a small iron pedestal upon the wooden table.

Rheanrya's mission was swallowed up by her curiousity as she proceeded into the room with the door closing behind her, she moved further in, beholding all of the many peculiar objects humming with life around her.

She was so emersed in her awe that she failed to notice a pair of narrowed eye's following her as she moved in until-

"Your wasting you're time." A voice said prompting her to turn around only to see nothing but the closed door behind her, she looked around and saw no one until she looked where she felt a gaze upon her and saw the portrait of Hadrian's desceased wife looking down upon her with frown marrying her features.

Her eye's weren't playing tricks on her as the figure in the large painting sitting over the fire place was indeed starring right at her "what?" she couldn't help but say at the amazing and impossible sight of the living portait.

The painting of Daphne deepened her frown at Rheanrya "I said you're wasting your time if you think you can coax Harry into your little game." She said.

Rheanrya quickly snapped out of her stupor and adopted her infamous challenging glare as she stared down/ up the portrait of Daphne who was unfazed the young princess's glare "And what do you know of my motive?" she asked.

"More then you know. Don't think us ignorant of your little dispute over who should rule your kingdom, we are not deaf or blind to what goes on."

Anger swelled up within Rheanrya as she had never in her whole life, ever been talked back to and by a painting no less "You don't know nothing! What I have to do to keep my inheritance, my right and claim to the throne promised to me. The struggles and sacrifices I have to make to being the first ruling queen of the seven kingdoms." Rheanrya had been doing everything short of selling her body in order to make and keep alliances to support her claim to the throne, but even then she knew it was only a futile effort in the end as they would betray her for better deal and offer from her step mother the queen.

The Hightowers were the 2nd richest family of the Reach though not as rich as the Tyrells or as powerful as the Tarleys they're connections to the crown through Queen Alicent and her Father Otto made them the most untouchable family in all of the seven kingdoms save for her family.

This made them unaccusable or untouchable should one of their members do something to insult or dis-honour another family as they had the crown through Alicent and the Hand backing them in all of their deals and going's on.

She was aware of the internal struggle of the Reach with the Hightowers belant disregard and insultings of the ruling house of Tyrell, she knew very well that the Tyrells were a house of stewards to the former Gardener kings that every house apart from their's desends from with the Hightowers claiming a stronger lienge then all the other houses and this has been going on even as her ancestor and forger of the kingdoms Aegon the Conqueror made them Lord paramounts of the south.

But now they were bold in their actions, even going as far as to insult her in board daylight because they believe they'll win through her half brother Aegon.

Her Half brother knew not of battle or warfare, he hadn't been taught of court affairs nor the delicate balance of maintaining the separate realms of westeros.

"First off, congratulations on that but we've beat you first on that. Second you know nothing of struggles and sacrifices, you don't know what it means to put your very life on the line for a world who would see you a hero one second then turn on you the next when someone saids otherwise." Daphnee said while staring down The princess with a look so perfected and cold that it beat the Princess's fierce heated glare that she was sending to the talking portrait.

Daphnee wasn't moved by the looks being sent at her that would've scared any ordinary person but she and Harry were far from Orindary, She had experience life threatening and close to death situations the moment she met him. Despite all of that she never once regretted it or even disliked it, it was... exhilarating to experience such adventures of fighting monsters, dark wizards and even the dark Lord himself with Harry "Harry is evident to that. From the moment he was born, fate and those who sought to control the world have used him, made him their little puppet. Stolen, spat on, betrayed, harmed, slandered, and attacked him and what was his reward when he save their lives…. Betrayal." she had been with him through it all, the hipocrital bullshit the Ministry threw at him as they puppeted for their corrupt ends.

"He is finished with all of that. All he wants to do now is rest."

"But his cooperation and support will help greatly to our cause. I need him to secure my place in this Patriarch society." Rheanrya was not having it, Harry was an important piece to have. Any lord who had him under their thumb or even allied with him becomes invincible and untouchable, sort or like when one of the house's marry's to the Targaryens.

"And I feel for you, truly I do." she said but didn't look like she meant it before she leaned her head down and stared Rheanrya down "But he done with fighting foolish wars over rights and how things should be. Let him have peace… or learn why he is the most dangerious man in the world." with that The painting of Daphnee became inanimate and resumed it's original position.

But the words the memory of Daphnee said to Princess did little sway her cause... but it did give her further insight into the power and character Lord Peverell is.

But little did she know is that only one to witness the talking Painting Nor hear it's words.

-Dining Hall.-

Food was Ready, and the two Princess's sat at the top of the table along side their host who sat the head. Both Half sisters sat opposite each other, Rheanrya to his Right and Heleana to his left, Both sisters dressed in the spare clothes of Daphnee.

Rheanyra was dressed in bright red slim silk dress that cut down to her knees so she could show off her slim slender legs off to him, Her feet were adorned in sharp black heels that took her some time to get used to from her own shoes, her once pale blonde wet hair was cleaned and dried, it was combed back before her ears and shoulders with front strands braded and running to the back of her head where it tied together, her circlet sat atop of her crown.

Heleana was no different though her dress was blue and frilly compared to her sister's, it was a dark blue frilly dress that held together by the strings in the back as it started and held over her breasts, the sleeves were joined in with the dress but it started at the end of her shoulders leaving her upper torso exposed from the where the chest connects to the neck, it was to show off her soft skin as she revealed her neck, shoulders and top of her chest. The sleeves where puffed up from the biceps but became a free and loose strand that joined together behind her as it reached her arm, her pale blonde Hair was neatly combed down and free so she could show her glistening pale blonde hair.

The Dragons including Harry's returned shortly after the two of them left his room, and were currently sitting not to far away from them doing what they can which was playing skip rope with Syrax, The unfortunate shrunken Dragon was being forced to jump and furiously flap it's wings as Typoon and Lernaean with their tails coiled together swung their long bodies in circular up and down motion over the dragon.

S"Ssssyrax, Ssssyrax Jumpsss a lot. Ssssyrax, Ssssyrax why so sssshort! Ssssyrax Sssyrax your ssso sssmall. Ssssyrax Sysssrax can't get help"S He heard them sing out in rhyme like children playing skip rope do.

Harry broke the long silence as he turned to the young dragon princess "So Princess Heleana. how is your father? does he like the gift I gave him?" he asked, wondering weather or not the king and his family were enjoying the barrels of Fire whiskey he transported straight into the kings throne room.

Heleana put on the most delicate smile she could give as she answered him in low tone "He is well and Healthy my lord. He is very thankful for the barrels of unusual beverage that we never tasted before." she answer, ever smiling serenely at him despite the look she was receiving from her sister as well as the eye roll along with it.

"It's called fire whiskey. A popular drink where I'm from and you'll find no other place In the world that producing such beverages then here." he informed them as it was only ever made back in his world, but before leaving he acquired the recipe to brew more of his favourite drink without wasting millions for one drink as the prices raised in the apocalypse world.

As the clatter of silver ware against the ceramic plates sounded out in dinning room, it was now Rheanrya's turn to break the silence "My Lord Hadrian?" she called to him, prompting him to settle his knife and fork down as he turned to look at her.

"Yes Princess?" he asked, directing his full attention to her, even Heleana stopped what she was doing to hear what her sister wanted to ask.

"Tell me. Where are you from?" She inquired.

Like her entire council and family, she was curious about where this new lord came from, what land did he or his family live in, Who was he besides the name he bares that clearly has a foundation in the old valyrian empire where her great house descended from before the doom took it.

The peverall name was steeped in mystery so vast that they only knew them by the withered and aged ancient documents that only revealed little to them only that he was descended from a family of ancient sorcerers but nothing more then that or of his ability to commune with dragons and of Sea dragons in general.

Rheanrya hated not knowing things she didn't know.

and she hated not knowing who this lord was and what business he had in Westeros.

she couldn't go with what the painting said, but she had to acknowledge that it spoke some truth in him being some sort of war veteran which she believed to be true as he walked with an air and a look of her uncle Deamon who fought in many battles. But she did not believe that he was simply here to relax, Call her paranoid with all of the back stabbers and liars she is surrounded by but no one she knows or doesn't know is ever content in just having a quiet life of solitude and relaxation.

She had to fully know what his motives was and who was he, secrets and all.

Harry was silent for a while, as his held a cold and distant look on his face, his green eye's stares forward down the table while he leaned with his elbows resting on the wooden surface as his hands clasped together before his face. The eerie silence and hardned look he gave unnerved them both until his green eye's lit a light with life before he spoke "...Far away. In another land ravaged beyond repair by war." he simply stated yet both half-sisters heard the coldness in his voice.

"What is it called?" Rheanyra pushed for more information, only going by that the land he left was caught in a war that was left it beyond recovery. This was good to help narrow down where he sailed from to here but it little as there was war everywhere except in Essos where the free cities keep to themselves that that meant that he was far beyond the charted regions of the known world like the Mysterious shadow lands beyond the Dothraki sea.

"...Great Britain. though I wouldn't call it great considering the condition it was when I left." The country he had left was far worse then it ever was, a battle in every corner with bodies of both muggle, wizard and magical creatures littered the streets with demolished and ruined buildings beyond the eye can see, abominable crucifix's and stakes lined the streets with the dead bodies of magical or suspected magical folks nailed and tied to them, on fire or otherwise dead.

Rheanyra and Heleana put that bit of information for later when they tell their families "Are there other's like you." Again she asked for more.

"There were. but I fear not any more." As far as he knew, the magical world was dying and losing when he left.

"Do they have powers like your's?"

"To a degree, but rather watered down compared to mine." It was sad at how limited the wizards and witches of his world were kept as none dared or even thought about expanding beyond the limitations set by the ministries for fear of being accused of being a dark wizard or witch.

They relied too heavy on their wands, which was a great weakness as without they are literally powerless.

"...Where you get those.. unique dragons of your's?" Rheanyra asked as she watched as her shrunken sized dragon Syrax continued to endure through the humiliation of being reduced to a small size of her once magnificent statue and now being tortured with this absurd form of skip rope created with the interlinked tails of the Emerald and Black sea dragons with the Vlue one standing by watching as her Syrax struggling flapped it's winds to keep a float of their rotating tails.

"I bred them. From ancient texts passed down through my family." He answered which wasn't a lie as he did create his three Basilisks from texts found in one of Salazar's Slytherin many vaults, with further expansion on altering their being's and gifting them their unique ability's from texts written by the creator of both the basilisks and parasoul tongue, Mergo The Foul.

"Fascinating!" she breathed out, learning a bit more that these dragons were much like her Targaryen dragons "What are they called?" she was curious as to what name these dragons bore, as with her families dragons, each one was gifted a name that held the power of old Valyian Deities.

"The dark blue is Lernaean" he said pointing to the mystic blue dragon that watched and from time to time kept her Syrax in the ring of torture before he directed his finger to the mid night one next "Over there on the left is Typhoon." The night black sea dragon with it's green sister had their tails joined, it's red blazng eye's reminded her of her father's magnificent Dragon Balerion before her eye's then locked onto the green one that appeared to be sticking it's tongue at Syrax but she didn't know it was their way or that it was teasing her dragon "And finally the green one teasing your dragon is Ladon."

Rheanyra now understood what that green creature was doing to Syrax, naturally she was enraged that the sea dragon would have the audacity to mock her dragon but she held her tongue as she was not stupid to give reason for Lord Hadrian to bare hostilities towards her family, just as Ser Cole nearly did with his stunt in baring his steel under the old laws of guest rights.

Thankfully the dragon stopped as Lord Hadrian stepped in "Ladon. stop teasing her, she is our guest." he said to the dragon in English and not the chilling hisses she experience I their first meeting.

The green dragon's forked tongue slithered back into it's mouth, it's tail detached from the black one finally allowing syrax to stop flapping desperately and finally land back to the ground and breath after that exhausting experience. But the green dragon had to have a final say as it turned around it discreetly swiped it's tail so fast for an untrained eye to see before Syrax tripped backwards, a chortle of hisses resembling chuckles escaped them while a loud squeak escaped from syrax who climbed back onto it's feet and roared at the three who ignored her squeaking roars as they slithered away.

"Play nice." he called over to them as they slithered out of the room with Syrax roaring after them.

Rheanyra quickly saw from the corner of her eye, her sister Heleana secretly laughing behind her hand at the expense of her dragon, but quickly wiped It from her face the second she noticed the glare being sent to her.

"So... i'm curious about your kingdom. I know that it is called Westeros or the seven kingdoms but how did it become be known as that?" he asked, honestly curious about the separate kingdoms reigned by many lords all under the command of the King.

Rheanyra narrowed her eye's as she saw this as a means of gaining information, possibly for plans in conquering westeros.

It then clicked in her mind all that he has done and why.

It all made sense to her, his appearance at their home and the demonstration of his powers was a means of showing off to the rest of the seven kingdoms that was another power that competed against the targaryen's, his positioning of his castle was a strategic point for an attack on kings landing. The other lords would quickly rally behind this man who had the power over her family's dragons which was their only means of keeping the realms in control.

call her paranoid but she couldn't take a chance in revealing all about the seven kingdoms so she decided to keep it brief with a simple history lesion on how the 6 kingdoms of westeros was brought to heel.

"The seven kingdoms was a realm of seven warring lands each having it's own kings that warred against each other for complete control only for a never ending stalemate to continue on for centuries until my ancestor and founder of the iron, and kingslanding Aegon the conqueror came and brought the entire realm to heel save for Dorne with both his sisters and their three dragons."

"Amazing. it truly is a magnificent feat when one man conquers an entire continent with only a handful of dragons."

"I'm glad you think so. Our family has maintain stable order and control of the realm of Westeros for 120 years. bring forth an age of prosperity not seen throughout the known world."

"I must say. I salute your family for ruling this long where other dynasties have fallen due to corruption and baser desires" Empires and kingdoms have fallen not because of the invaders but mainly because of the corrupted

"My lord Peverall. may I ask for a demonstration of your abilities once more?"

"Very well." he said before he pushed himself from the table and stood up from his seat.

Harry dug his hand into the inner pockets of his coat and pulled a small stick that protruded out both ends of his clinched fist, he held it away from him and before their very eye's the stick grew and lengthened into a long staff that stood as tall of his body with it's long ebony body, three golden snakes slithered up from the sharp bottom and converging at the top with a crystal ball between their three open mouths.

Heleana and Rheanyra stared in awe at it's beauty, the staff shined with the gold and dark suface but most of all the large glowing jewel that shined like a stair stolen from the heavens as it shined within the large crystal ball sitting between the three snakes.

"It's... beautiful." Heleana breathed out their unanimous thoughts on the object that seemed to emate an air of warmth unlike any they have felt as it touched more then just their bodies but their souls as well that seemed to sing and yearn for more of the power waving off the object.

Rheanyra didn't want to express her feeling on the object that made her heart yearn for more as she learned that exposing your weakness was inviting death into your life given that her city was filled with cutthroats and liars, especially those in high nobility that flaunt around like peacocks.

She and her sister watched as he raised his staff in air and beheld as a small spark of fire grew and took form of a might phoenix unfolding it's grand wings before them, the fire taken form then flew, it shrunk and flew through the air towards them. They stayed sitted and tried not to flinch as the fiery form danced around their body's it's presence giving off warmth as it licked their skin, not once harming them with any burns or scolding marks.

Heleana was curious.. or stupid enough in her opinion to try and touch the conjured flame, their family may be resistant to fire at an extent but not truly immune, but it shocked them both to see her touch the fire and be unharmed as it passed through her fingers like water.

It then flew upwards between them and exploded in an amazing explosion of colours that boomed like thunder in their ears, next to happen was that wine in their goblets moved out like snakes and twirled around each other before flying back into their cups without a drop spilled.

Both women couldn't help but stare with eye's wide and jaws opened in awe of what they just witnessed, no word could describe their amazement nor astonishment at witnessing on a fraction of the magic he presented to them.

"Well. are you entertained my ladies?" he asked with a smirk plastered on his face as he stared at their flabbergasted expressions.

Rheanyra was the first to break from her stupor and once again assume a regal demeanour "Very much my Lord." she before pulling a napkin and dabbing her mouth "If you'll excuse me, I must retire for the night. thank you for your hospitality." she pushed herself away from the table after he nodded and started to leave.

Heleana herself copying her sister actions also prepared to leave "I too, wish to retire to my room. The conditions outside have left me feeling faint." she gave her excuse before standing up from her seat "I thank you for your hospitality my lord... and the food was very nice." she bowed him her body to him like a noble lady is suppose to do.

Harry gave her a warm smile as stood up from his place "I'm glad, i'll be sure to let Krecher know of your review on his cooking." Harry knew the old elf couldn't care less for her words on his cooking skills as he viewed her and her family of dragon riders the same as muggles and mudbloods in his words. but she didn't need to know that as he walked away.

-with the princesses-

Both princesses had retired to their own guest rooms each writing letter that detailed their mission their with the presence of each other embedded in along with the description of Harry's magic that he presented to them before sending them off via Carrier Ravens that flew towards one location.

Kinglanding where both faction would receive their letter's and choose how to approach this.

Both unaware that Harry knew of the sent letters.. but he just didn't care.

Omake: lore, the Dragon Sorcerer

-Viserys-

It was a time of greatness and perpesirty for the realm, under the glorious leadership of my family since the time of Aegon.

We were more powerful then ever before as our numbers doubled along with our dragons, for there was dragon for every targaryen.

... but with greatness there was always... a weakness.

it was during a time of king Viserys first of his name and my name sake that the power of our great dynesty was devided between his upstart daughter Rheanyra and his true inheritor Aegon.

The rights of inheritance was very clear on who should inherit the throne but my foolish ancestor was adamant on letting his first born daughter become the first female monarch of the seven kingdoms when he had a son from his second marriage.

It was a time of internal civil conflict within my family as the rest of the realm sat back and watched as the Blacks and Greens were at each other's throats.

But, it was also a time of change and... power.

On one usual day, a stranger walked into the throne room, unanounce and uninvited.

Any other man who had the ghaul to do that would've instantly been burned with dragon fire on the spot, but not this man.

My ancestors scoffed as he introduced himself as Lord Hadrian Peverall, Until... he spoke.

from his lips, unearthly hisses no man should be able to pronounce left his mouth as he stood before Visery's and his dragon the great Balerion himself, dragon of Aegon the conqueror himself.

Lord Hadrian was not speaking to the king but to his dragon who spoke back to the lord.

Frightened, the king commanded his son's Aegon's dragon sunfyre to burn the man alive, but a mire hissing whisper from his lips halted the beautiful golden beast in it's tracks.

seeing no alterative, the king order his Kingsguard and Soldiers to Seize and kill the man, but as they surrounded him a burst of energy exploded off of him, sending all soldiers and guard members scattered around the room, unconscious.

Then from out of his back, three magnificent dragon slithered out and grew to a height that rivalled that of the Monstrous Vhagar, unlike traditional dragons, these dragons weren't those who rode through the sky but slithered through the sea.

Sea Dragons, creatures thought to be Myth made by the Ironborn of the Iron islands.

There was Ladon the beautiful emerald coloured dragon who's scales is said to shrine when the sun kisses her with it's light, making her appear to be a dragon made entirely of emeralds.

Typhon, a dragon worshiped by the ironborn as a god as her dark scales reflected the darkest depths of the sea where they drown god is suppose to reside.

And finally was the Majestic Lernaean who could create a blade so powerful and long that It could cut through anything. Stone, earth, water, flesh and even Valyian Steel.

seeing their powerlessness, the king opted for a strategic approach, he asked this lord what he wanted to which he replied "Nothing."

Imagen that.

Nothing.

Most men would've demanded gold and lands, even the iron throne. but this lord wanted Nothing more then to introduce himself.

he further said, "What you have I do not need. Gold, I possess more than you can imagen. Land, I already own my own" even the Ironthrone he did not desire, a throne by my greatest ancestor mattered very little to him before he disappeared before them in the blink of an eye.

-Margery POV-

King Viserys was up day and night, working his small council to their last breath to find the Mysterious Lord Peverall.

Unaware that he was closer then they realised as he set his castle upon a cliff north of the Kingswoods over looking blackwater Bay, It was only due to the knowledge of a passing merchant that rode past the keep that King Viserys and his council learned of where the mysterious lord was.

with knowledge of where the man was, King Viserys embarked from kingslanding with an army of both Targaryen's and Hightowers and rode his dragon towards Peverall castle along with his entire family.

They arrived at the castle which rivalled anything any house could build including the targaryens.

Even now that great castle still stands today with the great clock of the castle forever ticking with it's large hands and ringing out the bells that rings throughout the south.

-Tywin lannister-

Lord Hadrian Peverall.

A name that still garners fear and respect to this day.

Even I myself acknowledge the man's power that he had in life and still has in death.

Great families are made by great men and their son's who follow in their father's footsteps... however every family has a weak son, and this has proven true twice in my family when one of our members failed to see where the advantage laid in the war.