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King Viserys flew through the air above his magnificent dragon Balion the Black Dread, the dark scaled dragon flew above the marching Targaryen army below, but behind him other dragon riders rode their dragons after him in the direction of Lord Peverell home.

Such riders included his son Aegon and his brother Ameon, His sister Rheyns, his other daughter Helaena, and of course his first born daughter Rhaenyra who demanded to go with him and well… he couldn't say no to his little girl.

His wife and Father in law rode with the army below which was comprised of Targaryen and Hightower troops which march in a colourful line of Blacks and Greens.

They marched in the direction of the Kingswood, A dense populated forest of tree's south of Kingslanding that splits the path in two towards both the stormlands and the reach.

Their destination was the castle that the merchant had told them about, just off the road north of the gods wood over looking blackwater Bay.

How any of his own lords or ships could've missed a castle on the cliff over looking the sea to Kingslanding he'll never know but that didn't matter now as he rode with his army and family towards the location of the castle.

As they approached, the fog of clouds before them parted and Viserys couldn't help but be in awe of the site before him.

a large stone castle, bigger and more imposing then the red keep stood upon the hill overlooking the sea of Blackwater Bay.

Towers as tall as the one's in Harranhall stood pointing straight to the sky with the one in the middle holding a large ticking dial on all four of its faces. The main building before the larger tower was mixture between Targaryen and ancient Valyrian buildings as marble columns litter the outside of the building from its walls to the entrance that held the tile roof up. Large imposing walls separated the castle from the outside.

Truly this castle before them out done not only his own castle but that of Harranhalls it's self. Even those accompanying him stared in awe, both riders and soldiers staring at the inspiring keep.

Yet he didn't have time to stare in awe, he came here for one Purpose.

As his dragon soared around the castle, casting it's shadow over the structures below, his army amassed outside the walls at a safe distance.

His Lord Hand Oto Hightower, along with his wife and daughter climbed out the carriages with the kingsguard forming around them to protect them.

As he and his families dragons circled around the castle, he looked down upon the structure to see no sight of any man to man the defence until he saw a small figure make it's way to the walls.

He watched with caution as the man made his way up to the walls to see his army before looking up at him and his dragons.

From out of the dark shadows of the towering structures, the three sea dragons from before slither up the three tall towers, coiling around them even though it seemed impossible with no limbs or claws to help them climb but they managed it anyway and hung from the top.

Bearing their fangs and Hissing at them in a warning.

Viserys did not know the first thing about combat. But he knew better to go against something he didn't know a thing about because unlike his families dragons who were real, Sea dragons were thought to be pure myth made by the iron born like much of the thousand's of stories the many house's tell about their origins and heroes.

Viserys did not come to spill blood but rather join it.

Make it pure.

Make it more powerful than before.

He landed his dragon belion the black dread a few metres from the castle in a sign of peace. His family followed suit, landing their dragons right next to him and dismounting along with his father in law and wife joining them with the kingsguard.

The large black metal gates of the castle opened up and out walked Lord Hadrian with his three sea dragons, still in their large forms slithering along side him.

Hadrian stopped before them with, his face composed and unflinching as his serpentine eye's bore into them in an unflinching gaze while his sea dragons stood up to their full height, watching them for any signs of aggressions.

-Harry's pov-

Harry was not one to be caught off guard.

Years of fighting off conspiracies from both sides of the wizarding world, and learning to expect the unexpected had him on guard and prepared for everything people would throw at him.

Yet today was an exception.

The wards around his new home shielded it from any outside attack, both magical and physical. The only illusion casted upon it was the secret cove leading out into the sea, a port directly under the castle with the purpose to be used to sneak in or out of the castle without anyone noticing.

So it didn't surprise him that someone would notice a new building in their lands, it only surprised him on how fast it took them to realise where he was earlier then he had anticipated.

So here he was.

Standing before 6 coloured dragons and their riders along with an army directly behind them at the bottom of the hill.

His eye's locked firmly with the fat king in front of the group who seemed less mad or dare say prideful then when they first met.

"Lord Peverell." The king said, breaking the long silence between them.

"King… I'm sorry I never did get your name." Harry did not know the name of the ruling monarch before him… which was embarrassing to say the least as his own noble standing's drilled more profoundly into him by Daphne to always know and acknowledge another lord or lady.

"I am King Viserys Targaryen. First of my Name, King of the Andels and the First Men. Lord protector of the seven kingdoms and defender of the realm." King Viserys introduced himself with that honest gullible smile.

Harry couldn't help but be amazed by the titles the king wore "…that's a lot of title's. well then let me re-introduce my self. I am Lord Hadrian Peverell Nee Slytherin. Lord of magic and secrets, master of Serpents and death." Harry said, introducing himself fully to the dragon riders since their first meeting wasn't exactly civil. Bowing with gentlemanly respect before the entire Targaryen family "I welcome you to my abode."

Getting back up he turned to his side and gestured with his free hand to his castle "Would you perhaps like to take this inside?" he asked, not wanting to continue what ever it was they came here for to be outside in the cold wind.

King Viserys moved to approached the castle but was stopped by his Hand who was more cautious this son in Law/ King "I don't think it is safe for us to just go into the home of the man who invaded ours and held us at knife point."

"True. If I were in your shoe's I too would feel scared and otherwise wearily about entering the home of man who could have killed at any moment. So here's what I'll do to help ease your nerve's my lord." Harry more or less looked objective of what he was about to do but he had little choice if he was going to get over and done with, and get rid of these people "… I can make a magical oath that so long as you keep to the rights as my guest's, no harm will befall you." he sighed out, disliking the idea of swearing such a thing on the powers of magic but at least he gave himself an out should they become hostile when within his land.

The Targaryens looked to each other, having a silent agreement between them before they turned back to him and nodded, Harry place his hand upon his chest and channelled magic as he begun his oath "I Hadrian Peverell do hereby swear on my magic and life that The king and his family will not be harmed by me or my household as long as they do not break their rights as my guests. So to Mote!" his voice booming with the wind as he made the sacred oath right up until the end where an invisible explosion of magic sent gush of strong winds from Harry in all directions.

"There. If I break this vow I made, then I will die." He said with an irritated frown upon his face "if you'll follow me to a more comfortable environment. Ladon and Typhoon will keep your dragons company."

As their master disappeared back into his castle with the Targaryen family and escort, Ladon and Typhoon turned back to the coloured assortment of dragons before them who looked back at them with various gazes S"Ssssooo… know any good jokesss to passsss the time?"S

-Inside Normal pov-

The Targaryen family along with their accompanying Kingsguard were in awe of the large castle's interior. The set's armour and weapons decorating the walls put any of their greatest blacksmith's to shame, not to mention the decorative chandelier's and moving artwork were something to behold.

They weren't hallucinating when they saw painting's depicting land or sea moving with whatever environment they were showing. Like an open plain's filled with animals they had never seen before to a boat on the raging water's rocking back and forth.

They did also encounter portraits of various men and women in rich robes and clothing all wielding a small stick in their hands.

They were lead to the private study which was filled with cabinets containing items, books, bottles of herbs and unusual tonics. Yet a number of things stood out to all of the group.

Three large Portraits overlooking the large private study, stood on the walls on all three corners of the large room.

One at the end where a long table stood with books and cauldrons laid out on it. Over looking it was the large portrait of an elderly bald man with a long white beard, he was garbed in a long green cloak with the emblem of a steel grey serpent on a green field etched in the shoulder of the robe. Yet what stood out more was the black serpent coiling around him.

On the right, on top of shelves of books and tomes was the large portrait of another elderly man with a long white beard. He was garbed in rich purple and blue sorcerer's robes, in his hands was a long green cobra shaped staff that looked almost lifelike to be a real serpent. On his almost bald head was a crown of leaf's (Laurel wreath) that sat over his ears as their revolved around his head.

And finally on the left right over a fire place and a circle of rich sofa's and chairs was the portrait of a beautiful woman. She was portrayed in a beautiful silk violet dress, her hands clasped together in front of her with a golden ring on her middle finger. An enchanting smile graced her lips, she had pale blonde hair and would've been mistaken as a Targaryen at first glance but her pale blue eye's instead of the famous amethyst eye's that they are known for.

All the men in the room were immediately smitten with the portrait of Daphne, much to the displeasure of the women who felt incredibly envious of the women, including Rhaenyra who was claimed to be *Thee* most beautiful woman in all of the seven kingdoms but one look at this and her title was stolen.

"Please sit." Harry's voice brought them out of their stupor to see him right next to large seat next to the fire place looking at the rest of the sofa's and seats.

Viserys was the first to approach, followed by the rest of his family and protection who seated themselves in their respected places.

On the middle between two groups of the Targaryen host was the King with his queen and wife in green on his right and on his left in black was his daughter Rhaenyra.

On the left was the queen's side of the family which consisted of her children and father, all in green.

On the right was the kings family, which was his sister and few members of the kingsguard who weren't on the other side on their own seats next to other half of the family.

As the Targaryens finally took their seats, Harry was the first to start "now before we begin with whatever it was that you came here for, might I interest you in some complimentary snacks and drinks?"

Not a single person said anything as they all looked at each other or at him before he called out to no one in the room.

"Dobby." At the command of his name, the house elf to Harry appeared beside him, surprising and otherwise frightening many with few slightly unsheathing their swords at the sudden appearance of the small Pointy eared creature in a black and white servants outfit.

"By the seven!?" Oto Hightower cried out in surprise before calming down and studying the creature before him like many of the other's in the room.

"Dobby is here master Harry." The House elf Bowed to Harry and awaited his orders.

"Dobby, bring us some biscuits, cake and tea."

"Right away Master." And with that command, Dobby appearated out of the room in a pop, still to the surprise of the royal guest's who were just coming to terms with what they just saw.

"What was that!?" inquired the young pale blonde woman in black who sat next to the king.

"That was my house elf Dobby." Harry introduced them to his loyal servant and long time friend who has been with him since his rebirth into the man he is now.

"What's a House Elf?" King Visery's questioned, his mind reeling from the information and creating vast idea's of possessing such a creature in his service.

"They're creature's who form a symbiotic master and servant bond with wizards like me. In exchange for shelter and food, they become servants who live on their magical bond they have with their masters in order to perform magic as well as Reproduce."

The Targaryens once again Jumped as Dobby appeared with a large metal tray filled with hot beverages and an assortment of treats that was all laid down on the table before them "Thank you Dobby." He thanked the elf who once again bowed and apperated away. "Go on… It's rude to not take food that's being offered." He said taking a small cup of tea in hand and sipping it.

They were all hesitant to try many of the colourful treats and steaming milky coloured drinks in the small clay mugs. But Viserys was greatly desiring them, the plump king was enticed by the sweet smell coming off of the hot beverage.

He looked at the assortment of treats laid out before him before sighting a pink covered loaf of bread that was triangular in shape with a creamy filling in between it, he reach out and picked up the plate along with a short dull silver fork.

Despite what his advisors, guards and family were saying, he sliced a small piece off from the end and put in his mouth.

His eye's widened as his mouth exploded with sweetness he had never experience before, his taste buds were assaulted with the delicious taste of that pink covered cake.

Harry leaned back with a small smile on his face as he watches the king gorge himself on the cake in his hands with many of the guests around him joining in with a few taking up the cups of tea. "Now that we're all comfortable. Tell me, Why have you come?"

King Viserys remembered why he was here, The delicious treat had made him forget his true purpose. A smile adorned his face, Viserys didn't bother to recompose himself or wipe the bits of cake from his beard as he continued to smile at Harry. "Lord Peverell. Despite our first meeting, I want there to be no bad blood between us." King Visery's said, smiling at the magical lord who narrowed his eye's at the chubby king who didn't know that Harry had been down the road of plastered smiles and nobility.

Years of studying the political intrigues of the magical community and having to dodge and fight his way through the Ministry's corrupt bureaucrats had trained him in the ways of Politics. A politicians smile automatically made it's way on to his face "There need not be bad blood between us your majesty. I feel that such a course between us will only hamper us and our descendants."

The People around the king couldn't help but eye him in a highly suspicious manner at seeing the far too friendly smile on his face. "I couldn't agree more, which is why in the advice of my council I wish to extend a hand of friendship and kinship by uniting our two house's though marriage with one of my daughters."

Harry's eye's Narrowed at the king who was oblivious to look as he returned to the table of sugary snacks, his companions however couldn't help but feel nervous from the indescribable look in Harry's eye's as he sat there with an unreadable expression. "Your offer is Most… Generous. I will admit that your three daughters are quite beautiful-"

"HAHAHAHAHA!" A laughter busted out from the older silver blonde woman to the right of him who squirmed in her seat in a giggling fit.

"Have I said something funny?" He asked, confused as to why she was laughing before she managed to calm herself to explain.

"oh I'm not his daughter… I'm his sister. Princess Rhaenys ,Those two are his daughters." The now introduced Princess Rhaenys pointed to the younger two silver blonde's in black and green.

The one in black, regarded him with frown on her beautiful mature face, Confidence and powerful authority that her father didn't possess radiated off of her, In a way she almost reminded him of Daphne at how she emanated old regal power when maintaining her position and power as Hogwart's ice queen and even when they were married did she rarely drop her well maintained mask.

While in the one in green was far more shyer then anyone in the room, she was far younger and bit more plump in an adorable manner than her sister, and much more nervous, avoiding eye contact with him as she casted her gaze elsewhere with a flustered look on her face.

Harry cleared his throat and recomposed himself back into his noblemen persona "I apologise, but you must have some very good genes to look so young." He said in suave manner that earn a cheeky look from the older woman.

"Why thank you. You know if I wasn't already married, I would've taken you as my husband~" Rhaenys purred, getting looks of surprise from both her family, namely her nieces who couldn't help but feel a pang of envy at her flirtation towards the handsome lord.

"Same to you. But unfortunately I'm recently widowed and was not currently looking for a new spouse."

The entire room was surprised to hear this, none more so then the king who was choking on the hot tea he was recently drinking from before managing to recover to cry out "You're were married!? to who!?"

"you've already seen her." He said much to their confusion before he pointed up and their eye's landed once more upon the portrait of the beautiful woman bearing High Valyian looks, they went wide eyed as they now understood who and why her frame was here in this private study. "Yep. Her sharp and quick witted tongue is what I loved about her. And she didn't see me as everyone else did." In Truth Daphne wasn't like the other women he had encountered who swooned at his presence for being the chosen one or for his fame and power as well as riches. She regarded him like any other person which is why he befriended her and soon into something more.

"She was unfortunately killed, along with her entire family and my… unborn son." Many of the people in the room felt sympathy for the lord, no man should have suffer in that way, of losing his son and wife in such a disgraceful manner.

King Visery's while feeling sympathy to the man because he too knew the lost of both a child and loved one but he would not deter from his mission here "I'm sorry for your loss my Lord. But I and my advisors do not feel safe with a lord who has dragons and has yet to swear fealty to the crown."

Harry couldn't help but sigh at the stubbornness of the king but knew that he couldn't live in this world without having powerful allies and friends who would help him against any enemies who wish him harm. And what better ally is there then the ruling family but he wasn't ready to remarry after the loss of his wife or to tie himself down to the rule of another"…I'll consider it. But an oath of fealty I will not give."

As expected his rejection to giving an oath loyalty did have the affect on those in the room "You dare to reject the Kings Command." One of the armoured bodyguard's sneered at Harry, his hand tightly gripping his barely unsheathed sword was that posed in a threating stance.

But the man made the biggest mistake to believe that he could threaten Harry as many of the Targaryens looked at him like he was insane with their eye's looking behind him.

The knight did not move or even dare to along with his fellows as the shadow of something large stood over him, Lernaean stood over the man who dared to threaten her master, she leered at the man beneath her in her full form, her blazing eye's glaring down at his still form while her deadly venom dripped down from her fangs onto his armoured being.

The room became tense as the Sea dragon leered above ser Cole who threatened Harry, the man still had yet to release his hold on his slightly unsheathed sword much to the dismay of the Targaryens "Are you threatening me ser?" Harry growl, any positive emotions he once had and that was in the room was wipe away to give way to a cold and deathly aura, the fire's of the fireplace swelled up with power but could not break through the cold atmosphere that engulfed the room while the shadows around distorted and changed, becoming near abominable and horrifying creature's in the light. Meanwhile the look in harry's eye's did not hold any warmth or comfort, but a look the put fear in even the most veteran members in the room as his serpentine eye's bore right into the man "Need I remind you of the rights as guests that you are currently violating?" he asked and somehow the shadows around him seemed to stretched in the direction of the knight.

"Stand down ser Cole!" King Viserys cried out, breaking the deathly silence that held him and his entire group. The king did not want to start a fight or battle today much less witness what other terrifying powers that Lord Peverell had yet to reveal, Viserys turned to Harry with an apologetic look "I do apologise for my guardsmen attitude, but it is his sole duty to protect my life and my family." He explained, trying to ease the air around them once more.

After some time the air became breathable again and everything returned to normal from the nightmarish episode that just happened, even Lernaean returned to her small form and slithered pasted the knight who had yet to move from his stance because he was frozen with fear. The blue Basilisk slithered up the arm chair and onto Harry's shoulders where she settle down but still kept a deathly glare on the Ser Cole.

Harry breathed out as he leaned back into chair, relaxing in frame but still maintained a serpentine glare in his eye's "The fool is forgiven but his threat is not forgotten. Next time he bares steel at me, will the last he does ever after." He hissed out.

Viserys relaxed now that his guard had sheathed his blade and stood down "My lord, I cannot leave without any reassurance that you will not attack." He pleaded out, stubborn to not leave until he got some form of agreement to unite their houses together and breed powerful children.

"King Viserys. If you remember our first encounter which was about a week or so ago. Then you will remember my words. What you have, I do not want or need." Harry said, going over what he said in their first meeting. He could only sigh as he knew that the king wouldn't leave and was dead set on acquiring what he wanted one way or another so he gave what he could to satisfy him "But if you and your advisors need some insurance that I will not attack you at any given moment. I could… once again give a magical vow to not attack without cause or justification?"

"Will that be sufficient?"

Viserys looked saddened but accepted the offer… for now "... it… will do. But I do hope you'll reconsider soon and Join us in blood."

-outside-

Meanwhile while all of that was going on, outside the two armys of Targaryen and Hightower stood outside the imposing and impressive castle awaiting the return of royal family, the many eye's of the black and green army couldn't help but stare in awe at the two species of dragon standing out side the main entrance of the castle.

But soon those awed look became confused and bewildered at the unusual and surprising behaviour of dragons that seemed to communicate to each other with hiss's and regressed throttle growls and roar which soon became loud and chortling as a number of the winged beast's dropped to the floor and started to roar out in a high pitch way.

The on lookers knew they were no expert in dragon behaviour but they could've sworn that they looked like they were… laughing.

S"SSSSOOO HAHAHHAHAH! Sssso then the top of hisss broom sssmashed into one of the sssupport beams and he was ssssent flying and landed with his legsss ssspit on his ballsss!"S Typhoon said before she, her sister and the Targaryen dragons roared out in laughter as she retold the tale of her master's second year Quiditch game against the Malfoy heir.

S"Hahahhahhaha!"S Balerion and the rest of his fellow dragons where laughing their heads off at the story their wingless kin were telling. S"Sssso what happened next?"S He asked as he managed to regain control of himself to ask.

S"He went home crying for daddy!"S Typhoon finished watching as Sunfire and the monstrous Vigar roll onto their backs and wrap their wings around their frame as they bellowed with uncontrollable laughter while Syrax, Dreamfyre and Maleys banged their wings on the ground chortling with repressed laughter.

During their time with the winged dragons, Typhoon and Ladon got to know each of the fire breathing flying kin before them.

Balerion the black Dread was the King's Dragon, The imposing elder dragon stood much larger then his kin save for Vhagar who was just as old as the black dragon and just as fearsome. The two elders ruled as the alpha's of the dragons under the house Targaryen since the days of their first riders who carved and conquered this land.

Vhagar was much more bigger then her kin, big enough to swallow a horse and it's rider whole, she held many scars on her magnificent terrifying frame telling them that she was a harden veteran of many battles in her life.

Sunfyre was a young male dragon who was properly given the name because of his glorious golden scales that reflected the light of the sun, he was slightly more leaner then Belerion but that was given as he was a few hundred years younger then his elder.

Syrax was a young female dragon and was ridden by eldest daughter of the king who was the soon to be the first queen of the seven or rather six kingdoms, she was huge and formidable with yellow scales and unlike the rest of her kin she was not fearsome or as experienced as the rest because she had yet to taste battle.

Meleys was the third eldest dragon with years nearly as close as Belerion and Vhagar, amongst the two younger dragons she was far older and just as experienced in battle, her years of fighting and age made her cunning and battle hardened as Vhagar.

And finally Dreamfyre was the most alluring of the Targaryen dragons as the she-dragon had enchanting pale blue scales with silver highlights, the young female dragon who was just as old Meleys was the dragon of the kings second daughter Helaena.

The Targaryen Dragons also got to know their wingless serpentine kin as they were told stories and tales of a world besides their own outside the known knowledge and boundies men dare to cross with wizards, dragons and other creatures beyond their imagination who just as magnificent as they were fearsome.

S"oh this land of yoursss issss certainly interesting. We never knew that there was more of our kind out there as we were led to believe that we are the last after the doom took the resst."S Vhagar said as she and her kin revelled in the tales of other creatures and worlds beyond their own with Magic and creatures they could barely conceive of.

S"Oh there'ssss more then just dragonsss. Giant octopus'ss that could grasp sssships in all 8 of it's limbs, Unicornsss and other mythical creaturessss beyond the imagination."S Ladon said, giving the Targaryen dragon's an image of the many creature's of the magical world that they hailed from which their winged kin took to like children to fairy tales.

S"I surely hope ssso."S SunFyre hissed out, enjoying everything they were hearing.

As they soon calmed down, Ladon then noticed her master and their winged cousin's master's coming back S"oh. It would appear our mastersss are back."S all of the dragons stood up right and awaited for their riders who soon climbed back on with King Viserys being the last as he mounted Balerion all the while still maintaining his conversation with Harry.

"I trust we are all on good terms now your grace?" Harry said as he stood before the mounted Targaryen family with his familiars standing right behind him in full form.

"We are indeed my lord. Again I hope you will consider my offer soon." Viserys said.

"I'll let you know when I do, in the mean time I hope you enjoy the gift I left in your throne room." At the mention of that, Viserys perked up, looking excited to see what gift was awaiting him back home in kingslanding "You take care now." Harry wave good bye to them and watched as all dragons with their riders flew off from the ground with their accompanying army marching back to the capital.

-Kingslanding one return later-

The Targaryen family returned after an unsuccessful attempt at earning this new lord's allegiance through oath.

Though he had given his word to not attack given they give him no cause to, it still didn't ease their worries of another power in the kingdom save for dorne that wasn't under their control.

The prime example being King Viserys who was saddened that he returned without so much as an oath of eternal loyality or fealty but most importantly that none of his daughters were bethroved. Though this was disappointing it only served to fuel his ambition to push harder for his daughters to be married to Lord Hadrian…but first he needed to see what it was that Hadrian Peverellleft for him in his throne room.

With the king leaving in a hurry, the rest of his family left for their own devices in groups of black and greens going in opposite direction but not without casting narrowed glares at each other.

-Princess Rheaynea's room-

The eldest daughter and soon to be first queen of westeros was in her room with her council of Loyalist's which consisted of her Auntie Rheanys, her Uncle Deamon Targaryen and Uncle in Law Corlys Velaryon.

The two elderly men were summoned shortly after the incident a week ago in the throne room.

Her Uncle Deamon Targaryen was the most feared man in all of the seven kingdoms, in his youth he remade the city watch into a powerful force of justice and law, creating the gold cloaks as a result and earning him many titles for his improvements to the small folk of Fleabottom.

Such titles were The Prince of the city or the Lord of Flea Bottom.

But there was another title that marked him.

The Rogue Prince.

It was no secret that her father and him had clashed many times over with her Uncle Deamon being sent away, one time he was even exiled from kingslanding to Dragonstone where he amassed an army and took the stepping stones for himself before giving up his little kingdom and reconciled with his brother.

No man or Lord dared to make an enemy of him, not even the hightowers were foolish enough to dare to challenge him.

He was always her favourite uncle out of all the relatives her large family had, he always brought back gifts from his travels.

Next was Corlys Velaryon, Her Uncle in law by her Aunt Rheanys in marriage, the man hailed from another family of dragon raiders but do not possess dragons themselves, they have been stewards and close kin to the Targaryens since the days of Aegon the Conquer.

Corlys possessed the largest fleet in the realm and was the former master of ships in her fathers small council before he was dismissed due to ser Otto's intervention.

Together, Rheaynea was surrounded not by people who were loyal to her, but her family.

"how did it go?" Corlys asked as he stood within the room with his wife, niece in law and brother in law, The man like those in the small council had devoted many of his resources and spys to finding out what he could about the man that stormed into the throne room and held the entire Royal family by it's throat.

And just like them he found nothing…

Nothing except some records about the man's family name from his families archive's about three mages who possessed powerful tools gifted by the stranger and that whoever possess's all three becomes the master of Death.

Such a concept of any man possessing such power over death was frightening to say the least and this lord Hadrian Peverell possessed all three… then may the Mother have mercy on their souls.

"As well as can be expected. He hasn't kneeled to us or even accepted the proposal by my father." Princess Rheaynea would not say that she was disappointed nor Relieved that she was rejected for Marriage. She prided herself on being not only the future monarch of the seven kingdoms, a dragon rider but also the most beautiful woman in all of the seven kingdoms so it sort of stung that Lord Peverell didn't so much as give a second glance in her direction nor gaze at her the way lords and men do when they see her.

Added by the fact that he was previously married to a woman who immediately put her own beauty to shame from the portrait.

But that all didn't matter now because what was important was gaining Lord Hadrian Peverell on their side before the Hightowers.

There was no doubt in their mind that the queen and her father were plotting ways to gain Lord Hadrian as an ally, obvious choice being marriage because her youngest half sister Helaena was also unmarried and of blooming age.

Despite the fact that she too was also blooming and that she herself was yet to be married she knew that there was only one other options to gain an alliance with a man who doesn't want the trivial basic things.

Bile swelled up within her throat as she knew the damnable decision she must make, even if it risks her place on the throne…

She must married him.

Her aunt was already married and mother of several children.

She had no other siblings from her true and sadly deceased mother.

So that left only her as her half sibling was already under the protection of her hated step mom's family.

But she wouldn't do it without having the majority of the power in the relationship, she wouldn't succumb to being a meagre lady, she wouldn't give up the throne that she has been fighting tooth and nail to keep because just because she's married.

If Lord Peverell was to take her hand, he'd do it on her own terms and not the terms set forth by the ancient laws where she loses all of the land and power she had earned.

"…I… Have to do it…" she sighed out, earning everyone attention as her face scrunched in irritation with her body slumped against the chair "I'll Marry this lord."

Her Aunt raised an eyebrow at her "Are you sure my dear?" she asked, concerned but otherwise surprised that Rheaynea would even consider much less marry someone out of desperation instead of love or power. Still she couldn't ask for someone better as Hadrian Peverell was everything every lord wanted to be and every lady wanted to have, Powerful, handsome and rich "Not that he isn't handsome and… powerful, but are you sure you're willing to go through with this? You would be losing everything that you've worked so hard to keep." The ancient laws of the realm were clear, when a noble lady marries, all of her lands and holdings are relinquished to the next male kin or to the husband she is marrying to.

With her, when she marries she would be giving up her future as queen of the seven kingdoms by all rights, the oaths that many of the lords gave to her would be nulled not that most of them will keep it to begin with but still it gives them the excuse to abandon their vows of fealty and loyalty to her in favour of her brother Aegon who was the second eldest from a second marriage.

Rheaynea breathed out a sigh, full well knowing the consequences of her choice should she go through with this "I am well aware of the implications and consciences of this Decision but I will not forfeit my claim to the throne. He will either accept me as his queen or accept me as his enemy." He said with fiery determination that made her uncle and aunt smile.

Her uncle Deamon walked up and laid his hand upon her shoulder in supporting manner "If you need any help in convincing him what is best for him. You know your uncle Deamon can persuade him to see things our way." He said with a fatherly smile on his face.

He was the fatherly figure in her life, putting fear and terror into the hearts of those who wish her harm and even being a guiding hand in her up bringing, she wanted to be just like him. A fierce warrior and amazing dragon rider, secretly she would practice with swords instead of sowing, embroidering and playing court with nobles who would stab her in the back when given the chance.

"I'm afraid dear brother that unlike the sort you deal with, This Lord Peverell is a whole different man." Rheanys said, men cowered when word of brother was coming, all sense of ambition and notions of power was instantly wiped away as fear took a hold when Deamon was around.

He was the most feared, and respected powerful man in the seven kingdoms… or rather the 2nd most feared in Westeros now that Hadrian was here.

"Regardless, the coming days are precious and must not be squander if we are to coax him to our cause." Rheaynea finished off, plotting a way to meet harry without any prying eye's.

-Meanwhile with the Highgardens-

In another part of the red keep, the Green or rather Queen Alicent and her family were discussing their own plans with obtaining Lord Peverell as an ally and supporter to Aegon's claim to the throne.

Ser Otto was leading the discussion in the ascension of his grandson Aegon who was absent of the secret meeting that featured his mother, his brother Aemon and his sister Helaena who looked like she didn't want to be there.

"I do not need to tell you that gaining Hadrian Peverell as an ally is our top priority." Otto Hightower could not stress out how important it was to their own ends that Harry become an ally to their cause.

Alicent sighed, pouring herself another cup of wine to drown out the remnants of fear she had after experiencing that harrowing air of power Harry gave off when one of her husbands foolish kingsguard stupidly threatened the man within his own house and to add it he even moved to unsheathe his weapon. That bit of theatre would haunt him until his last days because he violated one the unspoken laws that were set forth since the dawn of man, by not only threatening man in his own home but raising a weapon against him he broke the Guest rights which is what protected them from the magical lord who had every right and opportunity to snuff them out while they were at their weakness but thank the seven and the old gods that he had restrained himself from committing to the thought.

Swivelling the red liquid around in her goblet she turned to her father who sat at the head of the table "I agree with you father but he shows little interest in the typical desires that all wish for. If we didn't see the portrait of his late wife then I might've considered him a pillow biter." The common needs and wants that all in this world desire for he did not, land, money, titles and positions of power meant nothing to him which is what made him all the more dangerous as he was a man who's ambitions were unknown, they didn't know if he wanted a kingdom, the throne or even the realm entirely because they didn't know his plans. But they wouldn't stop them from trying to bring him to their side… through any means "Still we need to push harder for this Marriage between him and Helaena, I suggest we stage a position where Lord Hadrian cannot turn us away and from there Helaena will do what ever she can to entice him."

Her daughter in question looked horrified by what they were implying "W-w-what ever I can?" she stuttered in her meek tone, all eye's in the room on her without any sense of warmth or compassion in their focused glares.

"You're a woman. You're young, beautiful and still growing, so I suggest you start using the body the gods gave you to allure this man into bedding you." Her mother said ever so bluntly, she had been spoken to like that in her entire life by her own mother, she was always self-conscious about her looks and body which compared to her older and beautiful half sister Rheaynea whose beauty was beyond anything the realm had seen.

Though she was young and still growing, she was every bit as fearful of being seen as ugly or unattractive with her plump form compared to her sister's slender strong physic.

"Alicent please…" Her grandfather, lord Otto stepped in with a warm grandfatherly smile as he walked around the table and up to her, taking her hand into his where it was gently caressed by his withering fingers. As he stared down at her while maintaining that smile that washed away any doubt or uncertainty as he spoked in the softest tone he had in him "Helaena, you a princess of the seven kingdoms. A gift and a blessing that many would wish for but with such blessings you must also shoulder the responsibilities that come with it. You are to protect this realm and ensure it and your family's safety by sacrificing what you can to ensure it's continuing survival… even at the cost of your own life."

"I… understand…" she said.

"Good, for now we watch and wait for the opportunity to strike."

-a few weeks later-

It had been a few weeks after the Targaryen's last came to his home and as expected with the discovery of his whereabouts and home he was bombard with letters of invitation, demands of fealty, offers of marriage with the majority from the king himself.

Harry was beginning to feel that this might've been the worse choice he had ever made as he wasn't harassed this much in his own home back on earth as letters were pouring in every day if not every minute as he sits before his desk, looking at the piles of letters before him with irritation.

"I was better off back home." He sighed out as he would take the war battered world over this pestering irritation anyway but he didn't a means to get back and he wasn't going to waste his time researching a way to either.

Rain was hailing down heavily outside, batting against the windows and the body of the his home with the booming drums of thunder accompanied by the flashes of lightning that erupted from heavens.

Dobby soon came in holding a tray filled with the tea Harry asked for and couple of biscuits to go with it "Here you go master Harry." The happy house elf chipped as he laid it down on the table by the fire place.

"Thank you Dobby. How are the girls doing?" he asked as the great serpents were not on his being at the moment.

"They've gone swimming. The storm outside has created some nasty waves that the Lernaean and her sisters love to dive into." Being snakes they have affinity for water, able to swim far greater then the average serpent especially in typhoon weather where the sea becomes wrathful and chaotic, the way they like it as they love the feel of the heavy water flowing through their forms as they flew through its body.

"That's good to hear, they should be enjoying themselves then having to worry about the threats this world possesses." Harry said, the Basilisks were basically like her daughters, he cared for them and their needs and in turn they treated him like their own parent and would protect him with their lives if need be. As he was about to continue going through the letters, his head shot up as the wards went off, signalling that someone was outside the castle, the entire household was alerted, from the house elves to the basilisks in the sea who stopped what they were doing and turned back to return back to the castle while Harry stood up from his desk and proceeded to leave "Dobby. Prepare some more beverages, we've got company." He said as he left the room.

Harry walked through the seemingly empty halls, his footsteps echoing throughout the vast large halls as he made his way to the front entrance, the doors opened and he was presented with the heavy shower of large droplets pelting down on the ground, against the walls and the body of the castle.

He walked out the front gate, undisturbed by the rain that clashed against an invisible shield covering his form, sheltering him from the heavy barrage as he approached the metal barred gate that opened upwards to present the being standing outside.

Drenched from head to toe in water as her red and black themed dress clung to her wet body with her once neat pale blonde hair was sprawled around in mop fashion with the majority hanging over half of her frown beautiful face that glared at him as she rubbed her arms to keep warm in the cold harsh wind and rain.

Her magnificent dragon stood over her, using it's body to shelter her already wet body.

Harry stared at the eldest princess with surprise written on his face.

"Princess Rheaynea!?… this is a surprise."