Daenerys thought about it carefully and said, "Viserys told me some stories about families hatching dragon eggs. There doesn't seem to be a specific method for hatching them. The Targaryen family used to place dragon eggs in the cradles of newborns, hoping to hatch them. They also tried incubating the eggs in high-temperature environments. However, after the Dance of the Dragons, no dragon eggs were successfully hatched. The Targaryens attempted countless methods, including using mages and even burning a king alive."
"The tragedy at Summerhall?" Gavin interrupted.
Daenerys nodded. "Yes, Viserys mentioned that King Aegon V prepared seven dragon eggs and tried to use wildfire to hatch them at Summerhall. Unfortunately, the wildfire spread uncontrollably, resulting in the deaths of King Aegon V, his eldest son, and many other members of the royal family. The dragon eggs were lost in the disaster."
At this, Daenerys realized the difficulty of hatching dragon eggs and felt a pang of disappointment.
Gavin fell into deep thought. "It seems the Targaryen methods for hatching dragon eggs are incomplete, relying mostly on luck." He recalled the records from the Dragon Lair of Belaerys.
According to the stone tablets in the Dragon Lair, besides natural hatching, dragon eggs with residual vitality could be forcibly hatched using dragon flame. The ritual required the blood of the Unburnt but did not necessitate sacrificing lives. The dragon egg was immersed in a container filled with the blood of the Unburnt, and then exposed to dragon flame. The blood of the Unburnt would protect the dragon egg from being destroyed by the flame and help absorb the magical energy within.
Gavin looked at Daenerys reassuringly. "Don't worry; the Belaerys family has a method we can try."
Daenerys immediately brightened. "Really? Can we attempt it now?"
Gavin smiled. "Not yet. The containers required for the ritual need to be made of dragon glass. Although we have some on the ship, it's scattered in raw form. We'll need to go ashore, craft the containers, and then we can perform the ritual."
Daenerys nodded, suppressing her excitement. "Alright, Gavin, we'll wait."
At this moment, the fleet reached the junction of the Narrow Sea and the Shivering Sea. The rough waves collided, creating foamy spray. The strong wind roared, stirring huge waves. The sky was dark with looming thunder, as if the sea were expressing its wild, mysterious fury.
Gavin planned to first visit Skane Island and attempt to hatch the dragon eggs there.
Skane Island, located northwest of Skagos Island, was far north of the Wall. The island had been raided and devastated by the Skagos long ago and was almost uninhabited. It was a short journey from the Hardhome market at Stodd's Head, making it a convenient stopover for Gavin.
Meanwhile, on Bloodstone Island, a ship bearing the flag of the Crowned Stag docked after more than a month of sailing.
As Petyr's ship moored, Boris, who had been informed of the arrival, led a respectful greeting party.
Petyr descended the ship with grace, and Boris stepped forward with a smile. "Lord Petyr, welcome back to Bloodstone Island. I hear you've just assumed the post of Master of Coin. I'm delighted for you! What are your instructions for this visit?"
Petyr bowed slightly. "Thank you for the welcome, Governor Boris. I am here to deliver instructions from the Royal Council."
Boris looked surprised and said, "Please, go on."
Petyr presented a finely crafted parchment tied with gold thread. "From now on, the Stepstone Islands will establish tax officers following the model of the five major ports in Westeros. Taxes will be collected by the tax officer I've brought, and after annual accounting, they will be distributed to Sir Gavin in accordance with the agreed proportion."
Boris appeared uncomfortable. "Lord Petyr, Sir Gavin is not currently in the territory. As the governor of Bloodstone Island, I lack the authority to make such decisions."
Petyr shook his head. "Governor Boris, this is a Royal Council order and must be followed."
Boris frowned and replied, "In that case, the tax officer can collect taxes here, but my people must oversee the process. Additionally, all taxes collected cannot be removed from Bloodstone Island, and final decisions must await Sir Gavin's return."
Petyr nodded. "Very well. Thank you for your cooperation."
Petyr added, "There is one more matter. According to kingdom laws, the Stepstone Islands are prohibited from purchasing slaves. Please ensure this is enforced."
Boris frowned. "I've noted this, but its implementation will need to be discussed with Sir Gavin upon his return."
Petyr's expression turned serious. "That is understood, but no ships carrying slaves are to enter the Stepstone Islands before Sir Gavin's return."
After settling Petyr's arrival, Boris hurried back to his residence.
He looked grave as he summoned his men. "Send someone to monitor all those who disembarked the ship. Report any suspicious activities immediately. Also, recall Commander Hassan from his patrol near Grey Gallows Island without delay. There must be no mistakes!"
The men acknowledged the orders and quickly set about their tasks.
After more than 20 days at sea, the fleet finally arrived at Skane Island. The island appeared desolate, with rugged rocks and sparse vegetation. The cold wind howled, chilling to the bone.
Two warships lowered their boats, and soldiers carefully disembarked for reconnaissance.
Gavin was busy as well. He summoned Zaldrīzharys, took the dragon glass prepared earlier, and, with Daenerys, flew to the island on the back of the dragon.
From the air, the island's landscape became clearer. Rocks covered large areas, with only a few cold-resistant plants surviving the harsh winds. Distant mountain peaks were shrouded in snow, adding a majestic but chilling contrast under the gloomy sky.
Gavin and Daenerys, on Zaldrīzharys's back, braved the biting cold as they flew towards a cliff by the sea.
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Zaldrīzharys's massive form landed on the cliff. Gavin embraced Daenerys tightly, then jumped lightly, carrying her in his arms and landing firmly on the ground.
He quickly retrieved the dragon glass and arranged it into a pile. With a serious expression, he ordered Zaldrīzharys to burn the black dragon glass with dragon flames.
Under the intense heat of the dragon flames, the dragon glass began to soften and emit a dazzling light. Gavin focused intently, using his pyromancer skills to precisely control the dragon glass as it flowed like magma. His hands moved skillfully, as if crafting a precious work of art.
Daenerys watched nervously and expectantly, her hands clenched and her breathing rapid. She kept her eyes fixed on Gavin's movements, full of trust in his abilities.
After a long time, the dragon glass cooled naturally, forming a rough black basin before Gavin and Daenerys.
Daenerys took a deep breath, gazing at the crude container with a hint of worry, and asked, "Is this going to work?" Gavin wiped the sweat from his forehead, smiling, and replied, "It's just a container for the blood. The next step is crucial. The appearance shouldn't affect the outcome."
After placing the prepared dragon egg into the slightly larger dragon glass basin, Gavin encouraged Daenerys. He anticipated needing a lot of blood and realized it would be difficult for him to provide enough alone. Thankfully, Daenerys, being the Unburnt, could assist.
Daenerys, understanding Gavin's explanation, took a deep breath, drew a dagger, and cut her wrist. Dark red blood flowed from the wound, dripping into the black stone basin and onto the dragon eggs.
As the blood continued to flow, her face grew pale, and her body began to tremble slightly.
Seeing this, Gavin quickly took out a potion, cut his wrist, and dripped his blood into the potion before handing it to Daenerys.
After drinking the potion, Daenerys' wrist healed visibly.
Gavin ignored his own wounds, continuing to release his blood into the basin. When he felt somewhat drained, the blood finally covered the dragon egg. Gavin suppressed his weakness, retrieved a dragon glass lid with holes, and carefully placed it on the basin.
The dragon egg inside the basin were fully enveloped in blood, emitting a strange and mystical light.
Gavin ordered Zaldrīzharys to carefully spray dragon flames. The intense flames enveloped the dragon glass basin.
Under the heat, the dragon glass basin glowed red but did not melt, instead appearing like red-hot iron.
Daenerys watched with anticipation, clasping her hands together, silently praying for the dragon egg to hatch successfully.
Gavin reassured her, "It might take some time. The dragon flames will need to continue for a while. Please be patient."
They waited at the edge of the cliff as the sky darkened. The waves crashed against the base of the cliff with roaring sounds, and the sea breeze grew colder, causing their clothes to rustle.
Though Zaldrīzharys's flames were relatively small, the dragon looked tired from the prolonged effort. He stopped several times, casting a complaining glance at Gavin.
Gavin could only offer an apologetic expression and comfort him.
Finally, the red dragon glass basin began to shake violently, as if the blood inside was boiling.
Gavin immediately ordered Zaldrīzharys to cease the dragon flames and let him fly into the sea to hunt for prey.
With Zaldrīzharys gone, the surroundings fell silent, with only the sounds of the sea breeze and waves remaining.
Gavin and Daenerys watched anxiously as the red dragon glass basin, their breaths held. Gavin was uncertain if this method would successfully hatch the dragon.
Eventually, the dragon glass basin stopped shaking. They watched nervously as the lid of the basin was pushed up by an unseen force before falling back down. Gavin quickly removed the lid to reveal a small, delicate red dragon.
The young dragon, about the size of a kitten, had sharp ridges on its head and was covered in beautiful dark red scales that glistened like gems in the setting sun. It spread its tiny wings and gave a clear cry, its eyes filled with curiosity.
The dragon seemed to sense the kindness of Gavin and Daenerys. It clumsily climbed out of the basin, flew around them a few times, then landed on Daenerys's shoulder, rubbing its head affectionately against her cheek and emitting a low chirp, as if expressing its joy.
Daenerys, surprised, stroked the dragon's scales with joy in her eyes.
Gavin, observing the scene, smiled and said, "Give it a name."
Daenerys thought of the late Viserys and said, "Let's name him Viserion."
Upon hearing the name, the little dragon seemed to respond, flapping its wings happily.
Returning to the Belerys, Daenerys cradled Viserion with joy, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
She eagerly offered a piece of tender meat to Viserion, hoping he would eat. However, Viserion merely sniffed it with his small nose and turned away in disgust, showing no interest in the meat.
Seeing this, Gavin smiled and explained, "Dragons usually prefer cooked food. You should let it breathe fire. Once it obeys your command to spray dragon flames, it will truly belong to you and follow your orders."
Daenerys's heart raced. She was both nervous and excited, with a trace of visible unease.
Taking a deep breath, she tried to make her voice sound firm and commanding, and said to Viserion, "dracarys, Viserion, dracarys." Viserion tilted his small, delicate head, looking at Daenerys with blank eyes, seemingly not understanding her command.
Undeterred, Daenerys raised her voice and ordered, "Viserion, dracarys!"
After several attempts, Viserion seemed to understand. He shook his scales, opened his mouth, and emitted a small flame that quickly cooked the meat, filling the air with its aroma.
Viserion ate the cooked meat eagerly. Gavin observed and said to Daenerys with a smile, "It seems the little guy has quite the appetite."
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The bay near Hardhome formed a natural deep-water harbor and was rich in various resources. As a result, the place almost developed into a wildling settlement, governed by several tribal leaders. The timber merchant Vika mentioned previously obtained the huge timber from here.
In Hardhome, the sun shone on the sea, making the waves sparkle like tiny pieces of gold. The originally peaceful and tranquil wildlings were bustling about in an orderly manner. Suddenly, someone pointed in the distance and shouted in panic: "Look! What is that?" Everyone turned their heads and saw dozens of enormous ships suddenly appearing on the sea, like towering mountains.
The crowd instantly fell into chaos, with shouts and screams blending into a cacophony.
"What's going on?"
"Is it the crow's ships?"
"Go and inform the leader!"
People fled in all directions; some hurriedly ran home to grab their weapons, while others raced toward the leader.
Gavin stood on the bow of the Belaerys, observing the chaotic wildling gathering on the shore in the distance. He turned to Daenerys and said, "You will stay on the Belaerys. When I am not around, the fleet will obey your orders."
Daenerys frowned, her face filled with concern. "Gavin, I have a bad feeling. You should ride Zaldrīzharys over there."
Gavin reassured her, "Don't worry, it's just a business matter. Besides, riding Zaldrīzharys might provoke an overreaction from the wildlings."
Gavin then took several Blood Dragon Guards and captains in three small boats and rowed slowly toward Hardhome.
The wildlings on the shore watched the three boats approaching. They clenched their weapons and gathered on the shore, eyeing Gavin warily.
As Gavin stepped ashore, the wildlings, seeing his small group of only a dozen people, relaxed slightly but still surrounded him closely, showing no intention of leaving.
Gavin surveyed the area calmly and noticed a group of wildlings in the distance pushing through the crowd and approaching.
As the wildlings cleared a path, Gavin's eyes were drawn to a woman walking at the front. She appeared to be the leader who would cooperate with Jon Snow in evacuating the wildlings in the future. Gavin thought to himself: She must be the rightful leader.
The woman was tall and slender, with sharp, eagle-like eyes. She wore a dress made of thick fur.
She walked straight up to Gavin, scrutinized him coldly, and said, "People from the south, why have you come to our territory?"
Gavin bowed slightly and said politely, "Hello, madam. My name is Gavin Belaerys. I bring food, weapons, and supplies, and I wish to trade with the free people."
The woman snorted coldly and replied, "Hmph, I hope you speak the truth. There have been merchants here before, but some had malicious intentions, seeking to rob the free people and make them slaves. Those people have been dealt with by the Thenns. I advise you to harbor no such intentions."
Gavin smiled and nodded. "Madam, I have brought only a small group of people, which demonstrates my sincerity. What is your name?"
The woman's expression remained cold as she replied, "Just call me Osha. Follow me, southerner."
She turned and walked toward the heart of the camp. Gavin and his party followed closely behind.
Osha led Gavin and his team through the camp. Gavin observed the surroundings: the environment was rudimentary, with roughly built shacks scattered haphazardly and simple tools lying around. Several dirty wildling children approached curiously, watching Gavin and his party.
They soon arrived at a large wooden house.
Osha motioned for Gavin to wait outside and then entered the house.
Gavin stood quietly outside the door, faintly hearing the low murmur of conversation from within. After a while, Osha emerged and invited Gavin inside.
Inside, a large bonfire burned in the center of the hall, around which several wildling leaders were seated, all watching Gavin intently. One of the leaders spoke first: "Southerner, how many furs do you want to exchange for, and how much food have you brought?"
Gavin responded, "Dear leaders, I am not here for furs but to exchange for giant trees that can be used to build ships."
The leaders exchanged glances. One of them frowned and said, "Wood? Someone did come here seeking it before, but it was brought by the giants. We have no stock here now. If you need it, you will have to go to the giants, but they are not in Hardhome at the moment."
Gavin remained calm and said, "I need your assistance in contacting the giants. I am willing to offer a reward for this. If the giants agree to trade, I will also offer an additional generous reward as a token of my gratitude."
Another leader stroked his chin thoughtfully and asked, "How much can you offer?"
Gavin replied, "Half a ship's worth of supplies. If you help me secure the deal, the remaining half of the ship's supplies will also be yours."
At this point, Osha, who had been silent, spoke up: "Southerner, we agree. However, we need time to contact the giants, and the half-ship's worth of supplies you promised must be delivered to us now."
Gavin nodded slightly and said, "Understood. I will wait here. I hope you can provide a definite answer soon."
Countless boats busied themselves on the sea, transporting supplies.
Osha casually opened a bag of grain, finding it full, bright, and aromatic.
She also picked up a long sword, noting its sharp blade, exquisite craftsmanship, and high quality.
Osha assessed these supplies, finding them superior to those provided by previous merchants.
Osha approached Gavin, who was standing on the beach. Noticing her approach, Gavin turned and greeted her with a smile.
Osha observed that Gavin's earlier tension had eased and said, "We will send out people to find the giants soon, and we expect to have news in about five or six days. Southerner, do you not wish to trade for some of our furs as well?"
Gavin replied calmly, "Yes, but my priority is exchanging for wood. I only brought 30 shiploads of goods. If any are left over, I would not mind trading for some furs."
Osha responded, "I fear the wood you can exchange will only be enough for half a shipload, even if the giants provide their entire inventory. Furthermore, they need food and have no use for these weapons and supplies. They are too small for them, and you will likely have a surplus of supplies."
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Gavin thought for a moment and said slowly, "Yes, in addition to food, I can also exchange three ships' worth of weapons."
At that moment, a group of ravens flew over Hardhome, circling above. Gavin felt a chill and glanced at the birds, a sudden sensation of being watched striking him. He guessed that it might be the attention of the Three-Eyed Raven. The ravens seemed to sense Gavin's gaze and quickly flew away.
Afterwards, Gavin ignored the ravens and continued chatting with Osha. He learned about the current situation of the wildlings from her.
Currently, Mance Rayder has not yet become the "King Beyond the Wall," but his remarkable eloquence and leadership have gathered nearly half of the wildling tribes. However, tribes near the land of eternal winter in the north are showing unusual movements, migrating south. Mance Rayder claims he has discovered signs of the White Walkers, but the wildlings in Hardhome find this hard to believe. They have not seen it themselves and are skeptical of Mance Rayder's claims.
Discussing the White Walkers, Osha suddenly asked, "Southerners, do you believe in the existence of White Walkers?"
Gavin felt a stir in his heart. After a moment's thought, he replied, "I do believe, and within a year or two, you should be able to make contact with them."
Osha was filled with doubt and asked, "Why? How can you be so sure?"
Gavin's expression grew serious as he said, "The White Walkers are real, and as the weather grows colder, they will gradually advance south. The wildling tribes in the north will be forced to move south because of them. Eventually, the White Walkers will drive you to the Wall, and in the end, most of you will die during the siege. The survivors will have to wait to die north of the Wall."
Osha looked at him in disbelief. She thought the southerner was lying and asked angrily, "How can you guarantee that what you say is true? Why should I trust a southerner?"
Gavin remained calm and said, "You don't have to believe me, Osha. Time will prove it. I'm offering you a way out. Whether you choose to take it is up to you. The wood I want to buy must be treated with anti-corrosion paint. Therefore, I've set up a transfer station on Skane Island, not far from Hardhome. Ships will be left there. If you find yourself facing the White Walkers and cannot escape, you can take your tribe and seek refuge on my ships."
Osha looked solemn and asked warily, "Southerners, why do you want to help us? Free people will never kneel. Do you intend to sell us into slavery?"
Gavin smiled and said calmly, "If I wanted you to kneel, I'd take you to my territory, the Stepstones. As for enslaving you, with my strength, there is no need for deception."
As Gavin spoke, a ball of fire, more than a meter in diameter, shot from his hand towards the sea. When the intense flames met the water, a large amount of steam instantly evaporated. Osha, frightened by Gavin's display of power, quickly backed away, drawing her weapon and eyeing him warily.
Gavin slowly retracted his right hand, looked at Osha, who was on guard, and said calmly, "Leaving you here to die would only strengthen the White Walkers. For me, it might just add some trouble. As for my suggestions, think about them when you face the White Walkers."
Gavin then ignored the wary female leader and turned to leave.
On the Belaerys, after Gavin assigned tasks to several captains, he walked towards the cabin.
Upon entering the room, he found Daenerys teasing Viserion. Seeing this, Gavin joined in.
They both played with Viserion. Daenerys, stroking the dragon's scales, sighed, "When I was a child, I always heard Viserys talk about the magic of dragons. Gavin, how long do you think it will take for Viserion to grow to the size of Zaldrīzharys?"
Gavin fell into thought. He could only estimate the age of Blazing Shadow. It had often been starved in its lair in Valyria, so it was fortunate to have survived. Malnutrition had certainly stunted its growth.
Gavin suspected that Zaldrīzharys's size after the upgrade was accurate for its true age. However, in just two months since Zaldrīzharys advanced, it had grown significantly, now about 26 meters long. It had become cramped on the deck of the Belaerys, so Gavin had to keep it inside during long voyages.
Thinking about this, Gavin guessed, "It will probably take more than ten years."
The stone tablet in the dragon's lair only detailed the history of the Belaerys family and mentioned some techniques for training dragons and hatching dragon eggs.
The knowledge from the Belaerys family has likely faded into obscurity over time. The Targaryen family, with more than a hundred years of dragonkeeping in Westeros, undoubtedly possesses more knowledge, having even reached a peak of more than twenty dragons.
Daenerys's knowledge is limited, coming from Viserys, who was still young when he escaped the Red Keep. He likely hadn't gained a comprehensive understanding.
Finding this knowledge now would probably require browsing books in the Red Keep and the Citadel in Oldtown, but access to these places is difficult.
Suddenly, Gavin thought of someone—Aemon Targaryen, the old maester at the Wall. He was Daenerys's great-uncle.
"A member of the Targaryen family who lived long enough must know this knowledge, and the Black Castle where he is now is not far from us."
Thinking of this, Gavin asked Daenerys, "Do you know your great-uncle Aemon Targaryen?"
Daenerys fell into thought. Seeing her puzzled look, Gavin explained further.
After hearing Gavin's explanation, Daenerys said excitedly, "Gavin, I want to meet him. This might be the last of my people."
She suddenly looked worried and asked, "If I go to see him, could it put him in danger? The usurper might have him killed."
Gavin gently patted Daenerys's hand and reassured her, "Don't worry. The usurper won't harm an old man nearing a hundred years. Besides, you can disguise yourself as my servant."
Daenerys smiled brightly, "Really? Then when can we go?"
Gavin thought for a moment and said, "It should be soon. Once I finish my business here, it will take about ten days"
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Gavin walked absentmindedly on the hillside, gazing out over the vast sea below.
The waves crashed against the shore, creating a deafening roar. The sea breeze blew gently, carrying the familiar and salty scent.
A thin child struggled to drag a heavy iron pot out of the sea, then laboriously moved it towards the pile of firewood in the distance. The small figure was buffeted by the strong sea wind.
Gavin observed this familiar yet unfamiliar scene with growing confusion. He quickly looked behind him and fixed his gaze on the three distant towers.
He thought to himself, "This is the Three Towers Territory. Why am I here? I understand now, this is a dream!"
As Gavin pondered, a deep, ancient voice suddenly spoke from behind him.
"You should have perished long ago from disease and hunger, but you disrupted the established path of fate. What aided you? Was it that?"
At this moment, the child below succeeded in placing the pot on the pyre. He extended his fingers, conjured a flame out of thin air, and ignited the pyre.
Seeing this scene, Gavin finally realized that all of this was a dream induced by the Three-Eyed Crow.
He turned around to find an old man in black robes with white hair. Tentatively, he asked, "The Three-Eyed Crow?"
"It seems you recognize me. Some call me the Green Seer." The Three-Eyed Crow's voice was as calm as a still lake, yet it carried an invisible weight.
Gavin frowned, his eyes filled with suspicion. "I know much more than that, Brynden Rivers. Why have you brought me here? We have never been in contact before. How did you pull me into this dream?"
The Three-Eyed Crow regarded him thoughtfully. "It appears you are more dangerous and knowledgeable than I anticipated. Not only have you altered your own fate, but you've also changed many established futures. The threat in the North is growing more severe, and the preparations to counter it have been disrupted by you. Arya Stark was meant to be trained in the House of Black and White, but it was destroyed. Daenerys was supposed to marry the Khal Drogo, but she was taken by you."
Gavin replied coldly, "Yes, I understand. But I'm just trying to protect myself, and sometimes I don't have the luxury to consider everything."
The Three-Eyed Crow shook his head. "Your actions have set off a series of chain reactions. If you continue this way, the consequences will be dire."
Gavin asked calmly, "What do you mean?"
The Three-Eyed Crow looked at Gavin with a meaningful expression. "I hope you will leave the North, return to your Stepstones, and cease further interaction with the Starks."
Gavin smirked and said, "Are you worried I might influence Bran Stark?"
The Three-Eyed Crow did not directly answer but said, "You may touch any Heart Tree at any time and ask me questions about Westeros."
Gavin realized that the Three-Eyed Crow had no intention of interfering further and could only facilitate his departure. After a moment of thought, he asked, "Are there still dragon eggs in Westeros?"
The Three-Eyed Crow responded, "There are many, but most have become fossils and cannot hatch. Only three still contain vitality."
Gavin then inquired, "Where is Qyburn?"
The Three-Eyed Crow said, "Not long ago, he was picked up by your people from the Three Towers and left Westeros by ship. I have no way of tracking his whereabouts since he departed."
Gavin asked again, "Is the Dark Sister with you?"
The Three-Eyed Crow replied, "From here, I can give you information about the Targaryen family sword, the Dark Sister, and the dragon egg, provided you leave the North."
Gavin nodded, "I will do my best. Once I handle matters here, I will leave the North."
The Three-Eyed Crow added, "When you touch any Heart Tree, I will be aware, and you will be able to sense my location."
Gavin asked once more, "How did you bring me into this dream?"
The Three-Eyed Crow explained, "You possess magical power and are in the North. I did not bring you into your dream; I entered your dream."
Gavin listened to the explanation and fell into deep thought.
He then looked at the Three-Eyed Crow and said, "I have no objections, but I want to make one last attempt."
With that, as the dream progressed, the sun grew hotter and hotter. In a short time, the vegetation on the ground began to burn and turn to ash. Gavin watched this apocalyptic scene as the dream world started to crumble.
Gavin woke with a start, finding Daenerys still peacefully sleeping in his arms.
Under the moonlight, a crow fluttered its wings and flew away from the window as Gavin watched.
Three days later, while contemplating the trip to Castle Black, Gavin received a message from Osha.
The message requested Gavin to come ashore. Without hesitation, Gavin decided to find out the purpose of the request.
On the boat, Gavin saw Osha waiting at the port from a distance. Her eyes held a mix of complex and difficult-to-read emotions. Upon landing, Gavin approached her and asked, "What's going on?"
Osha looked at Gavin and replied succinctly, "Mance Rayder is here and wishes to see you."
Gavin was momentarily surprised but then smiled slightly. "In that case, let's meet."
Gavin followed Osha through the familiar yet wild camp of the free folk.
Soon, he arrived at the spacious hall once more.
Inside, only Mance Rayder was present, sitting by the campfire, seemingly lost in thought.
Mance Rayder glanced up at Gavin as he entered but said nothing, merely appraising him.
Gavin broke the silence, saying, "Mance Rayder, since you sought me out, you must have something to discuss. Silence is not the way to treat guests."
Mance Rayder smiled and replied, "I apologize. It's hard to believe that a southerner is aware of the White Walkers. You seem more perceptive than the foolish lords in the South. I wonder if you came here merely to exchange some wood?"
Gavin answered honestly, "I happened to be passing through. I just left Braavos, which is not far from here. I also wanted to learn about the current situation with the White Walkers, so I came to see for myself."
Mance Rayder nodded, "You are correct. The White Walkers are moving south, and our time is running out. I have been trying to unite the free tribes and encourage their migration south. However, the Wall is a barrier. We need your ships to help our people cross it."
Gavin shook his head decisively and said, "Mance Rayder, my ship is not a tool for you to invade the Seven Kingdoms. To prevent the White Walkers from growing stronger, I can use the ship to take you to the island of Skagos for refuge, but that's all."
Mance Rayder frowned, stepped forward, and said, "Skagos Island? How can such a small island accommodate my people? Gavin, you are denying us the chance to survive."
Gavin remained indifferent and replied, "I understand your situation, Mance Rayder. But invading the South and provoking a war will only lead to more death and chaos. It won't solve the problem. Instead, it will make it easier for the White Walkers to break through the Wall, and the disordered Seven Kingdoms won't be able to resist them."
Mance Rayder sneered, "Death and chaos? When did the lords of the South ever care about the lives of us wildlings? They built a high wall to keep us out and called us wildlings."
Gavin responded calmly, "Mance Rayder, even if you manage to cross the Wall, what then? The White Walkers won't stop their advance south, and you will still face the same fate. Moreover, your hatred of the Seven Kingdoms' invasion will eliminate any chance of resisting the White Walkers. I can offer you a chance to survive. If you are willing to be loyal to me, I will arrange a proper place for your people to settle."
Mance Rayder waved his hand angrily and roared, "Loyalty? You really think we will submit? We free people will never kneel to anyone or become slaves to the southern lords. We are born free and die free."
Gavin spread his hands, smiling helplessly. "Mance Rayder, what you call freedom is nothing but robbery, plunder, and killing. When you enter someone else's territory, shouldn't you abide by their laws? I am eager to gain the loyalty of the free people, and in return, I offer you a chance to live."
Mance Rayder replied firmly, "We follow the laws of nature beyond the Wall. We fight for survival. This has always been the way of the free people."
Gavin laughed. "If you can't change this so-called way of survival, there will be no future survival."
Mance Rayder fell silent, deep in thought.
"If you are considering robbing ships, I advise you to give up this idea. Even if you manage to seize one or two ships by chance, you will be sunk by other warships," Gavin warned.
Mance Rayder, caught, said disdainfully, "Gavin Balerion, you think you have us under control, but you don't understand the free people."
Gavin nodded. "Perhaps I don't fully understand the free people, but I do understand human nature. In times of life and death, people often change their previous beliefs."
He then looked at Osha and said, "Think about your children. Isn't it your job to save their lives?"
Gavin turned and walked away calmly, saying over his shoulder, "There is still plenty of time. Think it over, Mance Rayder."
Since that conversation, Gavin had not seen Mance Rayder again. He had heard that Mance had left Hardhome, presumably to continue gathering wildlings.
One day, Osha sent a message informing Gavin that the giant had agreed to the deal and was currently transporting wood to Hardhome. However, due to the distance and the volume of transport, it might take some time to complete.
After a brief consideration, Gavin assigned some experienced and reliable captains to handle the remaining tasks. Additionally, he left behind a few armed merchant ships for escort and defense, while ordering the other warships to return home.
With everything arranged, Gavin took Daenerys and rode a dragon towards Castle Black.
Upon landing in an open space not far from Castle Black, Gavin and Daenerys walked towards the ancient fortress.
As they approached, the Wall loomed in the distance. This towering structure, made of ice and stone, stood seven hundred feet high, resembling a sleeping dragon. The sun's rays reflected off the ice, casting a dazzling light.
Below the Wall, the outline of Castle Black came into view. The castle walls, built of black stone, contrasted starkly with the white Wall, giving it a solemn and imposing appearance. Though it was summer, unmelted snow still lay at the foot of the Wall, adding a touch of chill to the land.
As they neared, the guards at Castle Black soon noticed the two figures. Seeing only two people, the guards paid little attention.
When Gavin and Daenerys reached the base of the castle, a guard called out, "Who are you, and what is your business here?"
Gavin stepped forward and replied, "I am Gavin Belaerys, Lord of the Stepstone Archipelago. I have come with my companion and wish to see Jeor Mormont, the Commander of the Night's Watch. Please pass this message along." He then glanced at Daenerys, who was dressed as a tomboy and wearing a hood.
The guard frowned, examined Gavin and Daenerys, hesitated briefly, and said, "Wait here while I report this." He then hurried into the castle.
Soon, the guard returned and signaled, "The Commander will see you. Follow me." Gavin nodded to Daenerys, and they followed the guard into Castle Black.
Inside, Gavin saw two figures sitting behind a slightly worn wooden table.
The gray-haired, sturdy man was Jeor Mormont, the Commander of the Night's Watch. Beside him sat Maester Aemon, with cloudy eyes and white hair.
Mormont looked at Gavin with a hint of doubt. "Gavin Belaerys? I haven't heard of your house."
Gavin bowed respectfully. "Lord Commander, I became the lord of a newly established territory a few years ago. I was previously active in the South, and it's in a remote area, so it's understandable that you might not be familiar with us."
Mormont nodded. "I see. I know of Sir Gavin of the Stepstones. Conquering the Stepstones is indeed an achievement."
Maester Aemon tilted his head slightly, as if trying to get a better look at Gavin and Daenerys.
After some brief conversation, Mormont asked, "So, Lord Gavin, what brings you all the way to the Wall? And are only the two of you traveling here?"
Gavin answered calmly: "That's not the case, Lord Commander. I led the fleet to Braavos a while ago, and the ship landed at Eastwatch. The remainder of the trip will be just me and my attendants. What I seek from this journey is a visit to the Great Wall. I've heard much about the majesty of the Great Wall but have never seen it myself."
Mormont nodded, did not press further, and said politely: "In that case, Sir Gavin is welcome to stay and visit. Castle Black is situated in the north, and the conditions are harsh. I hope you don't mind, and we will do our best to accommodate you."
Gavin smiled, bowed, and said, "Commander, thank you for your hospitality. The Night's Watch guards the Wall for the realm, which is admirable. I also brought a ship of supplies with me. The ships are anchored at Eastwatch and are available to the Night's Watch."
Mormont's face showed gratitude, and he nodded, saying: "Thank you, Sir Gavin, for your support of the Night's Watch. We will remember your generosity." With that, Mormont called a member of the Night's Watch to arrange a room for Gavin.
Maester Aemon interjected: "Please follow me; I will make arrangements for you."
Mormont said to Maester Aemon: "Then I'll leave it to you, Maester Aemon."
Under Maester Aemon's guidance, Gavin and Daenerys walked toward a wooden attic. Along the way, Maester Aemon walked slowly, explaining some of Castle Black's layout and daily activities.
Gavin listened attentively, while Daenerys's attention was fixed on Maester Aemon.
Soon, they arrived at the attic. Maester Aemon opened the old wooden door and said, "Sir Gavin, the accommodations are modest, but please rest here for now." Gavin entered the room, which, though simple, was clean and tidy.
"Thank you, Maester Aemon. This will be fine," Gavin said.
Maester Aemon nodded slightly and was about to leave when Daenerys suddenly stepped forward and removed her hood.
Upon seeing Daenerys's face, especially her striking silver hair and purple eyes, Maester Aemon's body visibly shook. His eyes first showed disbelief, then quickly filled with excitement and affection. "Are you? Daenerys... child, is it you?" Maester Aemon's voice trembled.
Daenerys's eyes were red as she moved closer. "Uncle Aemon, it's me."
Maester Aemon grasped Daenerys's hand tightly and said with concern: "My child, it is too dangerous for you to return to Westeros. You must be careful and stay hidden."
He then turned to Gavin, asking with suspicion: "Viserys, you have changed your name and gained a territory?"
Realizing Maester Aemon's misunderstanding, Gavin prepared to clarify. After all, he had silver hair and purple eyes, and was of similar age to Viserys.
A trace of sadness crossed Daenerys's face as she spoke first: "Uncle Aemon, my brother Viserys is dead. He was killed by an assassin sent by the usurper. This is Gavin, my bethroled, and a remnant of Valyria. You are mistaken."
Maester Aemon looked at Gavin in surprise, then back at Daenerys, and said solemnly: "My child, I hope you can leave here soon and avoid further involvement in the Iron Throne's disputes. Live in hiding." He looked at Gavin with hope and entrustment, "Sir Gavin, I hope you will take good care of Daenerys."
Gavin nodded gravely and promised with firm eyes: "Maester Aemon, do not worry. I will protect her."
Daenerys bit her lip and said softly: "Uncle Aemon, I know you are concerned for me, but..."
At that moment, Gavin spoke from the side: "Maester Aemon, we are here for two reasons. First, Daenerys wanted to meet you. Second, Daenerys has hatched a red dragon, and I brought back a twenty-meter-long golden dragon from my expedition in Valyria. We know very little about dragons, and I came here seeking your advice."
Maester Aemon's expression grew complex as he said slowly: "The Targaryen family rose to power with dragons and fell due to their extinction. The presence of dragons now might be a sign of fate's guidance. However, little Daenerys, even with a dragon, you must be cautious. The dragon could be a blessing or a curse. I hope it will help restore the glory of the Targaryen family."
Daenerys held Viserion close and looked at Maester Aemon resolutely: "Uncle Aemon, I must reclaim the Iron Throne."
Gavin stood outside the door, watching the snow, listening to the conversation from inside the house, and contemplating the potential dangers of seeking the Three-Eyed Crow.
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The next day, likely due to Gavin's assistance, when Gavin requested to see the heart tree, Lord Commander Mormont personally led him there.
They passed through the deep tunnel beneath the Great Wall and arrived at Whitetree Village.
In the center of the village stood the ancient weirwood tree. It was tall and pale, and the carved face on the trunk seemed to emerge from the shadows. The sparse dark red leaves contrasted sharply with the pale branches covered in residual snow.
The surroundings were desolate, with white snow and a cold light in the weak sunlight. The cold wind howled, lifting the snow from the ground and causing people to wrap their clothes tightly. The ground was frozen hard, and the dead grass shivered in the cold wind.
The weirwood stood alone on this frigid land, like a silent guardian, witnessing the changes in Whitetree Village over the years. The snow around it appeared thicker than elsewhere, possibly due to the accumulation of falling snowflakes over time. The entire village was steeped in cold and silence, with only the wind occasionally breaking the stillness.
Gavin and his companions walked slowly to the base of the weirwood. Mormont looked at Gavin and asked, "Ser Gavin, southerners rarely believe in the old gods. What about you?" Gavin smiled and replied, "I believe in the Seven Gods, but I respect all gods. Since I am in the North, I naturally want to pay my respects to the weirwood of the old gods." As he spoke, Gavin gently placed his hand on the weirwood.
Instantly, Gavin felt a powerful magic emanating from the tree. He closed his eyes and sensed the magic flowing through him. Guided by the weirwood's perspective, his consciousness began to rise.
As he looked down upon the earth, the landscape below grew smaller and smaller. He could clearly feel the countless magical nodes, each one represented by a weirwood tree.
Soon, Gavin's vision traveled far and came upon a particularly massive weirwood. Through the branches, he saw Brynden Rivers entangled in its roots. Brynden also opened his eyes and gazed back at him across the distance.
After a moment, Gavin slowly withdrew his hand and took a deep breath. The awe from the vision lingered in his eyes. Mormont watched him with curiosity and questions.
Gavin composed himself, turned to Mormont, and said with a smile, "Lord Commander, please show me the Great Wall."
Taking the wooden lift, Gavin finally climbed the 700-foot-high Great Wall.
Standing atop the Great Wall, Gavin looked into the distance. The view was endless and vast. Mountains, forests, and fields stretched before him. The cold wind blew, lifting his cloak.
Mormont spoke beside him: "Impressive, isn't it, Ser Gavin?" Gavin nodded and responded, "Yes, it is truly awe-inspiring."
Mormont smiled and continued: "When I first saw this view, I felt the same way. But after inspecting it daily, I have grown accustomed to it and no longer feel the same amazement."
Mormont then leaned on the wall with both hands and said solemnly, "Recently, wildling activity in the north has increased, and we don't know why."
Gavin considered mentioning the White Walkers but decided against it, suspecting Mormont might not believe him.
Instead, he said, "There are also many prisoners on the Stepstones. I will send a ship to escort them to Eastwatch. When the time comes, you can send someone to collect them, Lord Commander."
Mormont bowed and said, "Thank you, Ser Gavin, for your support of the Night's Watch."
Gavin nodded slightly, saying nothing more, and quietly took in the distant scenery. The mountains were blanketed in snow, like a silver-white quilt over the sleeping earth, shimmering in the sunlight.
The biting cold wind stung his face, but he felt an overwhelming sense of comfort, as if all his troubles were absorbed by the vast world around him.
Birds flew across the sky, adding a touch of vitality to the silent landscape.
Gavin took a deep breath of the crisp, cold air, savoring the moment of tranquility and freedom.
Three days later, Gavin prepared to depart with Daenerys and Maester Aemon.
Maester Aemon's eyes were moist, filled with concern and reluctance for Daenerys.
Gavin bade farewell to Mormont and Maester Aemon with a bow, then turned and left slowly.
Lord Commander Mormont, watching the departure, appeared thoughtful and cast a questioning look at Maester Aemon but chose not to inquire further.
After leaving Castle Black, Gavin took Daenerys to the dragon Blazing Shadow and flew toward the Three-Eyed Raven. On the dragon's back, Gavin briefly explained the Three-Eyed Raven to Daenerys.
Blazing Shadow soared over the majestic Great Wall. To the north, the world was blanketed in silver, with endless white snow covering the earth like a pure white shroud. The cold wind stirred the snow, which glistened with a dreamy light in the golden sunlight.
Blazing Shadow flew swiftly, like golden lightning across the sky. In no time, Gavin saw the enormous weirwood. It stood tall in a forest, its thick trunk reaching toward the sky, its dark red leaves swaying slightly, as if whispering ancient secrets.
Gavin directed Blazing Shadow to land. The dragon let out a clear cry and circled the weirwood before landing.
A small forest child emerged from a cave beneath the tree and approached. Her skin was dark green with mysterious spiral patterns, her large eyes shone like amber, and her pointed ears stood erect. Her dark green hair was interwoven with tiny branches and vines.
Daenerys looked surprised. Gavin, noticing this, explained: "They are the children of the forest."
Daenerys said, "I have heard their stories before and thought they were just legends." Gavin smiled and patted Daenerys' hand.
The child of the forest addressed Gavin: "The Green Seer is expecting you. Please follow me."
Gavin instructed Daenerys, "Stay here with Blazing Shadow and don't leave."
Daenerys nodded.
Gavin then followed the child into the cave beneath the tree roots. Inside, the tree roots were intertwined, and the dim light revealed faintly glowing moss.
Finally, Gavin saw the Three-Eyed Raven—Brynden Rivers. He was lying amidst the branches, having long lost the ability to move.
Brynden Rivers pointed to the sword beside him and said, "This is Dark Sister. As for the three dragon eggs currently with Varys in the Red Keep, you may wait; the dragon eggs should eventually come into your possession."
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After learning the whereabouts of the dragon eggs, Gavin immediately realized these were the three dragon eggs Daenerys would eventually acquire. It made sense now why his spies, despite their efforts, had never detected them; it turned out Varys was the one providing Daenerys's dragon eggs.
With this realization, he asked, "So once I marry Daenerys, will the dragon eggs be delivered to her?"
Brynden Rivers regarded Gavin with a deep stare and replied, "Fate is always fickle, but it will eventually reach its intended end. Aside from you, I have not encountered anyone who can alter fate."
Gavin responded, "So fate is being corrected? Will Daenerys end up with the three dragon eggs?"
Brynden Rivers answered, "I cannot see your future, including those whose fates you have changed."
Gavin said nothing further and stepped forward to pick up the Dark Sister from the ground.
The Dark Sister is a Valyrian steel longsword belonging to House Targaryen. Its hilt is made of black steel, inlaid with fine obsidian that glistens faintly. The grip is wrapped in worn black leather, and its blade is slender and sharp, reflecting a cold light that suggests it could cut through anything with ease.
After inspecting the Dark Sister, Gavin set the sword down and asked the Three-Eyed Raven, "When news of my dragon reaches the Iron Throne, what will Robert Baratheon do?"
Brynden Rivers responded, "He has no interest in you and does not believe your dragon poses a threat. It is Jon Arryn who considers you a potential threat to the Iron Throne."
Gavin then inquired, "What if I marry Daenerys? What will the response be?"
Brynden Rivers shook his head and said, "I do not know. I can only see what has happened regarding you."
Gavin smiled slightly upon hearing this. It seemed he truly was unique. It was reassuring that these mysterious figures could not predict him.
He nodded and said, "I don't believe in fate, but I will keep my promise. I will leave the North today, but if someone threatens me in the future, I can only say sorry for the so-called fate you mentioned."
Brynden Rivers nodded slightly and fell silent. Gavin turned and walked out of the tree hollow.
Upon exiting, Gavin found Daenerys excited to see him with another sword. He had previously informed her that he had come to retrieve the Dark Sister, the Targaryen family sword.
Gavin handed the sword to the thrilled Daenerys and said with a smile, "We will take our time on the journey. We'll ride the dragon back to the Stepstones. We have plenty of time on the way."
Gavin then led Daenerys to the back of Zaldrīzharys. Zaldrīzharys spread its wings wide like a massive sail and flapped them vigorously. The powerful force created a gust of wind, lifting snow and dead grass from the ground, forming a small vortex. As the wings beat, the air around them seemed to churn, producing a whistling sound.
The massive dragon slowly ascended, casting a shadow over a vast area and deepening the bleakness of the cold landscape. Each powerful wingbeat generated strong gusts of wind, shaking nearby trees and causing leaves to fall.
Gavin and Daenerys rode on Zaldrīzharys's broad, sturdy back, heading towards the Stepstones at incredible speed, quickly passing the Great Wall.
Such a blatant display in the sky would undoubtedly reach the Iron Throne rapidly.
The enormous presence of Zaldrīzharys and their conspicuous flight were a significant shock to the Iron Throne. Daenerys's open presence would also agitate Robert Baratheon greatly.
The Iron Throne would likely develop a deeper fear of Gavin, leading to increasingly aggressive actions against him.
Gavin had anticipated this. He had plans to claim the throne within the next two years and only needed to wait for his fleet to be upgraded to warships. Once he had absolute control of the sea, he would be nearly invincible.
As Gavin considered his plans for returning to the Stepstones and dealing with Jon Arryn's challenges, dusk approached after a full day of flying. The sky was painted in shades of orange and red. Gavin and Daenerys had flown over the Neck on Zaldrīzharys, which signaled its fatigue.
Gavin understood and commanded Zaldrīzharys to head towards the Kneeling Stack, not far ahead.
As Zaldrīzharys descended, the merchants and mercenaries on the road below heard the massive flapping of wings and looked up.
Upon seeing the enormous Zaldrīzharys, fear spread across their faces.
"Dragon! It's a dragon!" someone shouted in terror. People scattered in panic, and goods and luggage were abandoned.
Zaldrīzharys roared and landed in front of the Kneeling Inn. Gavin dismounted with Daenerys.
At this moment, Viserion, held by Daenerys, suddenly emerged, roaring with bared teeth and claws.
Seeing this, Gavin gently tapped Viserion's small head and said with a smile, "You have the easiest journey. Even the wind can't affect you."
The previously bustling crowd outside the inn quickly dispersed. Inside, those who saw the dragon land in front of the inn fled deeper into the building.
Gavin remained calm, holding Daenerys's hand as they walked into the inn.
The frightened proprietress, Martha, approached them with trepidation.
As she neared, Viserion, perched on Daenerys's shoulder, hissed a warning.
Martha halted immediately, fear evident in her eyes. Her body trembled uncontrollably as she hesitated to approach.
Seeing this, Daenerys comforted Viserion, and Gavin took out several golden dragons, handing them to Martha. He said with a smile, "Sorry for frightening you. Don't be afraid; this is compensation for the inconvenience. Please prepare some food and a room for us. Also, I need five sheep from your sheepfold brought to the door to feed my dragon."
Martha stammered, "Sir, this dragon is too frightening. I'm afraid to feed it." Her voice quivered, and her hands twisted her apron nervously.
Gavin smiled and replied, "Just bring the sheep to the door, and I will handle the rest." He urged, "Please, get ready."
Martha nodded shakily and hurried to prepare.
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Gavin and Daenerys found a place to sit down. People hiding in the corners of the inn peeked their heads out and looked back and forth at Gavin and Daenerys in the distance.
They noticed the iconic silver hair and purple eyes of Gavin and Daenerys and began whispering among themselves.
"Look, those eyes and hair are characteristics of the Targaryens. They are also riding dragons. The Targaryens have come back," a bearded merchant whispered.
"Hush, don't be ridiculous. All Targaryen dragons have been extinct for more than a hundred years. How could that be?" a drunken merchant retorted.
"Why don't you go see what's at the door? You'd better stay quiet, or you might anger the Dragon Lord and end up in trouble," a lean mercenary next to him threatened coldly.
"Perhaps they are here for revenge. Those who betrayed the Targaryen family might be in danger," an old man said, stroking his chin thoughtfully.
Gavin ignored the whispers around him, unable to hear them clearly from a distance. Instead, Daenerys listened intently.
She suddenly asked Gavin, "Gavin, do the people of the Seven Kingdoms really welcome the Targaryens?"
Gavin smiled and replied, "To them, it doesn't matter who is king. They care about their own lives and property. They may be influenced by public opinion and religion, but there's no real 'welcome.' As long as the ruler's policies are good to them, they will accept it."
Daenerys quickly asked, "How are you perceived on the Stepstones, Gavin? Do your subjects support you?"
Gavin considered her question for a moment before answering, "Those who benefit from me will certainly support me, while those who are coerced may have no objections."
After a short while, Martha and the waiter brought the food.
The landlady, Martha, looked nervous and said timidly, "Sir, the room has been prepared for you, and the sheep have been driven to the door. Do you have any other instructions?"
Gavin smiled calmly and replied, "Thank you for your efforts. Go and attend to your other duties." He then stood up and walked out of the inn, tossing the sheep to Zaldrīzharys one by one.
With the dragon's fiery breath, the strong aroma of barbecue quickly filled the vicinity of the inn. Some brave and curious onlookers couldn't resist peeking out to witness the spectacle of a dragon eating, a sight they had never seen before. Passing soldiers also hurried off to report the event to their masters.
That night, Gavin and Daenerys rested in their room. Outside the window, the moonlight cast a silvery glow over the quiet road.
In just one night, the news of the Targaryens and the dragon spread rapidly across the land. As countless ravens carried the message, it reached every corner of the Seven Kingdoms.
The next morning, Gavin and his companions rose early, quickly tidied up, and set out on their journey once more.
As they departed, the inn's patrons felt a wave of relief and began spreading stories of the previous night's unusual events as they continued their travels.
Gavin and the others flew on Zaldrīzharys toward the southeast for the entire day. Unlike the sparsely populated and vast North, the Riverlands and Stormlands were densely populated and bustling.
People stared in astonishment, pointing at the sky and exclaiming in surprise as Zaldrīzharys flew overhead. Travelers on the road stopped to look up, and farmers paused from their work, unable to ignore the impressive sight. Zaldrīzharys' massive form and majestic presence left a profound mark on everyone's memory.
By dusk, Gavin and the others had flown over the Tarth Strait, with Tas Island faintly visible in the twilight.
Gavin told Daenerys, "We are nearing Tarth Island, which is controlled by the Tarth family from the Hall of Dusk. Let's rest on the island for a while before continuing. We should reach the Stepstones early tomorrow."
Daenerys agreed, "Alright, Gavin. I trust you. It's also clear that Zaldrīzharys is tired."
A lighthouse stood on a coastal cliff on Tarth Island, with a guard lazily on duty. His eyes occasionally scanned the sea or glanced at the island.
As the guard waited for nightfall to light the beacon, he idly looked up at the sky and saw a massive dragon approaching the island. Its outstretched wings almost covered the entire sky before it landed on the island.
The guard's eyes widened in shock, and he struggled to make a sound. After a moment, he snapped out of his stupor, turned, and stumbled down the lighthouse stairs, shouting urgently, "The dragon! The dragon is coming!" His voice was filled with fear and echoed toward the castle.
The guard sprinted to a village, borrowed a horse, and rode furiously toward the castle.
Breathless and drenched in sweat, he urged the horse onward, determined to inform Earl Selwyn of the dragon's arrival.
The guards on the castle wall saw the figure approaching on horseback and immediately sounded the horn, calling out, "The cavalry is back!" The castle gate slowly opened.
The guard burst into the castle, dismounting before the horse came to a stop. He staggered and almost collapsed, gasping, "Dragon! The dragon is coming!"
Soon, the exhausted guard was brought before Earl Selwyn Tarth.
Selwyn frowned as he looked at the guard and was about to speak when his daughter, Brienne of Tarth, entered the hall.
Brienne was tall with a rugged face covered in freckles and a slightly crooked nose from previous injuries.
Selwyn focused on the guard and said calmly, "Don't panic. Tell me slowly what you saw."
The guard leaned on his knees, panting heavily, and intermittently reported to Lord Selwyn, "Lord... I was on duty at the lighthouse... I saw a huge... dragon... flying towards our island of Tarth... and then... landing on the island."
Brienne stood quietly to the side, listening attentively to the guard's account.
Upon hearing this, Lord Selwyn waved his hand slightly and said, "I understand. You may go and rest now." The guard, relieved, was escorted away.
Lord Selwyn remained serious, frowning and pacing the hall. Brienne, observing her father's demeanor, could not help but ask, "Father, do you suspect something? Is there really a dragon?"
Earl Selwyn stopped, looked at his daughter, and replied slowly, "If I'm correct, it should be the dragon of Gavin Belaerys, the new lord of the Stepstones. There have been rumors lately about him acquiring a dragon, and it seems the rumors are true. I just don't know why he has come to Tarth."
Brienne responded, "Father, Tarth is very close to the Stepstones. I think he might just be passing through."
Earl Selwyn sighed, nodded, and said, "A new dragon rider... I wonder what the Iron Throne thinks. He came to Tarth but didn't visit the castle, likely to avoid unnecessary trouble. Since he hasn't visited, we can't know his intentions."
Brienne's eyes reflected deep thought.
She had long admired Gavin Belaerys's heroic feats in conquering the Stepstones, driving out ruthless pirates, and significantly expanding his territory. Hearing such stories filled her with admiration, and she had wished to witness such glory firsthand.
However, hearing for the first time that he had a dragon intensified her curiosity. She wanted to see it for herself.
In the evening, as the sunset's glow faded like a veil, and the sky darkened, Gavin and his party found a sheltered valley not far from the sea.
Gavin quickly started a large bonfire and prepared to cook some freshly caught fish for dinner. The fire crackled merrily, casting a warm, orange-red glow on their slightly tired but hopeful faces.
Meanwhile, the hungry Zaldrīzharys rushed to the sea to find food.
Just as Gavin focused on turning the fish on the grill, a faint rustling from the quiet bushes caught his attention.
Gavin's senses heightened immediately. He drew sword and, with vigilance and alertness, scanned the direction of the noise.
Daenerys, standing nearby, also reacted quickly, hiding behind Gavin while Viserion made low, warning calls towards the bushes.
After a while, a tall woman with a sword at her waist emerged from the bushes. She was dust-covered, and her hair was slightly disheveled.
As Brienne stepped out, her eyes quickly surveyed the group. They paused briefly on Daenerys before moving on.
When her gaze fell on Viserion and Gavin, who was holding 'Aërizaldrīz' and looking alert, Brienne appeared slightly surprised. Rumors had said Gavin's dragon was not so small.
Brienne raised her head, looking at Gavin, and asked tentatively, "Excuse me, are you Sir Gavin?" Her voice was steady and respectful.
Gavin observed Brienne's tall figure, guessed her identity, sheathed 'Aërizaldrīz', and responded, "I am. Would you like to introduce yourself?"
Brienne took a deep breath and said, "My name is Brienne of Tarth. I've heard about your conquest of the Stepstones, so I came to meet you."
Gavin raised an eyebrow, looked Brienne over, and said, "So, you're from the Tarth family. What brings you here?"
Brienne replied sincerely, "I admire your heroic deeds and wanted to see the person behind them. I also heard you have a dragon. I'm curious because the rumors mentioned a golden dragon, but this dragon seems smaller."
Gavin chuckled, glanced at Viserion, and explained, "This isn't my dragon; it's Daenerys's. My dragon went off to find food."
"Is she from the Targaryen family?" Brienne asked solemnly, puzzled.
At this moment, Daenerys, who had been silent, spoke up, "I am Stormborn Daenerys Targaryen, Brienne of Tarth. It seems you're hesitant about my presence. Are you planning to capture me and hand me over to the usurper?" Her voice was commanding, and the atmosphere grew tense and heavy.
Brienne quickly shook her head, her face showing sincerity and resolve. "Your Highness, you've misunderstood. Although the Tarth family is loyal to Baratheon, I came here out of admiration for Sir Gavin's deeds and curiosity about the dragon legend. I would never attack someone like you."
Daenerys, seeing the complex emotions in Brienne's eyes, responded, "Ms. Brienne, thank you for your respect. Compared to the usurper who constantly sends assassins after me, you are more honorable."
Brienne frowned, "Your Highness, do you have solid evidence against His Majesty the King? As far as I know, he was a warrior of great honor in the past. You shouldn't slander him out of hatred."
At that moment, a massive shadow suddenly covered the sky. Brienne looked up and saw a golden dragon landing behind Gavin. The dragon's powerful wings flapped violently, sending the bonfire's flames billowing.
The well-fed and content Zaldrīzharys affectionately nudged Gavin with its head, as if signaling it was ready to soar again.
Gavin gently stroked Zaldrīzharys and said to Brienne, "Miss Brienne, I understand your concerns. Time will reveal the truth. Keep an eye on the news from Braavos; I believe there will be updates soon." He then mounted his dragon with Daenerys.
To the stunned Brienne, Gavin said, "This is my dragon—Zaldrīzharys, Brienne of Tarth. I hope to see you again in the future."
With that, Zaldrīzharys roared mightily, its roar echoing across the land. It then spread its wide wings, lifted into the sky with immense force, and disappeared into the vast expanse above.
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The bloody morning sun slowly rose from the horizon, casting its light over the vast sea of Bloodstone Island. The early morning sea breeze, mixed with the smell of salt, blew through the bustling port.
At the port, people were busy loading and unloading cargo ships, craftsmen repaired fishing nets, and fishing ships prepared to set sail. Vendors sold fresh seafood.
Amidst this noise and busyness, a roar suddenly came from the sky. People stopped their tasks and looked up in horror. They saw an incredibly majestic golden dragon with its massive wings spread wide. Under the sunlight, its golden scales gleamed brilliantly, like a divine chariot descending to the world.
Gavin was riding on the dragon's back, standing tall and commanding. Beside him, Daenerys's silver hair fluttered in the wind.
The dragon let out a low roar, as thunderous as a storm, causing the birds over the town to scatter. People on the pier stopped their activities and gazed in awe at the spectacle. Some faces turned pale with fear and they backed away, but most were filled with an awe and excitement they could not hide.
Gavin guided the dragon to a slow descent, aiming directly at the city lord's mansion in Bloodstone Town. The dragon's wings whipped up gusts of wind, stirring dust from the town streets. The crowd of onlookers murmured and whispered, and the news of the lord's return spread quickly throughout Bloodstone Town.
The dragon landed heavily in the square in front of the city lord's palace, making the ground tremble. Gavin dismounted from the dragon's back. His eyes surveyed the onlookers, and upon seeing their surprise and reverence, a smile appeared on his lips.
Daenerys also dismounted, her white dress billowing in the wind, making her look like a beautiful goddess standing beside the dragon.
"Look, this is my territory," Gavin whispered to Daenerys.
He then turned and walked toward the gate of the City Lord's Mansion, followed by the dragon folding its wings and the stunned residents of Bloodstone Island.
In the evening, the sky was bathed in a golden light, and the sunset gently illuminated the city lord's mansion, adding warmth and solemnity. The normally imposing building looked even more magnificent in the light, as if it were about to witness an important moment.
Officials from the island, regardless of rank, hurried to the city lord's palace with various concerns and expectations. Although the banquet preparations were somewhat rushed and some governors could not attend due to various reasons, Gavin decided to use this opportunity to announce important news to his retainers and subjects—he had a fiancée.
At the banquet, the atmosphere was warm and cheerful. Gavin, dressed in fine attire and smiling, personally escorted Daenerys into the venue. Her appearance was like the brightest star in the night sky, immediately drawing everyone's attention.
Following Gavin's formal introduction, the officials approached to pay their respects to the future lady of the house with the utmost respect. Their attitude was sincere and enthusiastic, showing not only respect for Daenerys but also high regard for Gavin's choice. Gavin felt the weight of people's expectations for an heir more than he had anticipated.
As night fell, the candlelight in the study flickered, casting a soft and mysterious glow over the quiet space. The four walls seemed to absorb the deep thoughts of the evening.
Once the banquet ended, the Governor(Steward) of Bloodstone Island, Boris, arrived hurriedly. His expression was serious as he stood in front of Gavin, who sat calmly in a chair, and reported on recent developments in the territory.
"Sir, during your absence, everything on Bloodstone Island has been running smoothly. Dragon Flame Bay has successfully delivered a new sail warship to Commander Hassan. Additionally, two sail warships ordered from Essos have arrived. The two new paper mills are also running at full capacity, which has alleviated the paper supply issue."
Boris's words reflected his pride and satisfaction with the territory's progress, but then his tone turned more serious: "There is one more thing to report. Master of Coin Petyr delivered an order from the Royal Council. The Iron Throne has decided to impose a port tax collector system on the Stepstones and strictly prohibit ships from Slaver's Bay from docking. This is clearly aimed at hindering our economic development and limiting our ability to acquire Unsullied warriors."
Hearing this, Gavin's lips curved into a faint smile. He took the parchment from Boris, scanned it with keen eyes, and said softly: "The Iron Throne is clearly afraid of me having a dragon. When news of my marriage to Daenerys reaches King's Landing, I suspect the one on the Iron Throne will become even more unsettled."
Boris, after a moment of thought, responded gently: "My lord, the officials and I sincerely hope you can marry a suitable wife soon and secure an heir to stabilize our foundation. However, with all due respect, marrying the exiled Targaryen princess at this time may not be the wisest choice. While it may strengthen your claim to the Iron Throne, Princess Daenerys is still young and may not be able to bear an heir for you soon. We will face pressure from the Iron Throne and possible conflicts with Lys and other forces. I fear we may find ourselves in a difficult position, attacked from both sides."
Gavin sighed softly, rubbed his temples, and murmured: "I've considered your concerns, but once I've made a decision, I won't shy away from trouble. By the way, has Qyburn arrived?"
Boris responded promptly: "Yes, sir. Maester Qyburn arrived half a month ago. He is indeed knowledgeable and highly skilled in architecture. I've temporarily assigned him to Dragon Flame Bay to oversee the planning and construction of the manor and defense facilities."
Gavin then ordered: "I'll visit Dragon Flame Bay to inspect it myself. Meanwhile, inform Hassan to return as soon as possible, and you will accompany him. I will provide new instructions then."
Boris immediately stood and responded respectfully: "Yes, sir. I will make the arrangements immediately."
After Boris left, Daenerys emerged from another room, her emotions conflicted. She approached Gavin, who recognized that she had overheard his conversation with Boris, and comforted her gently: "Don't worry about what Boris said. He is a rational person and a native islander. His concerns are based on the interests of the Stepstone Islands. We should consider the advice of our subordinates, even if their views are not always pleasant."
Daenerys nodded and said, "I understand. What he said makes sense. My presence may indeed cause you trouble."
Gavin gently caressed Daenerys's silver hair and replied, "Since I have chosen you, I am not afraid of the Iron Throne's troubles. Besides, even without you, the presence of Zaldrīzharys is enough to provoke the Iron Throne."
Daenerys asked curiously, "Gavin, what about Commander Hassan?"
Gavin smiled and explained, "Hassan's abilities are average compared to Boris, who excels in political affairs. However, Hassan's loyalty is unquestionable, which is why I entrusted the fleet to him."
Daenerys listened and nodded in understanding.
Gavin continued, "We will be residing in Dragon Flame Bay from now on. Although the commerce there is less developed compared to Bloodstone Island, Dragon Flame Bay has a natural dragon cave, making it easily defensible. Our roots are with dragons. It's better to stay close to the dragon. There are still eleven dragon eggs in the dragon's lair, and if we hatch them all, any threats will no longer be a problem."
Daenerys smiled slightly and said expectantly, "I am eager to see what the dragon's lair looks like."
Gavin responded, "We will visit it tomorrow. I also want to check on the progress of the construction."
Early the next morning, before dawn had fully broken over Bloodstone Town, Gavin and Daenerys prepared to depart.
The massive figure of Zaldrīzharys in the square drew attention as its wings spread out, casting a shadow.
Gavin and Daenerys mounted the dragon's back together. Zaldrīzharys roared and took off suddenly, slicing through the quiet morning light.
Despite having flown countless times, Daenerys remained thrilled and excited. The morning sun bathed her and Gavin, their figures merging with Zaldrīzharys's vast wings, as if they were the arrival of legendary gods.
Soon after, they arrived at Dragon Flame Bay. From the air, the beauty of Dragon Flame Bay was breathtaking.
Beneath the cliffs, the waves crashed with a roar.
Zaldrīzharys flew directly into the massive, naturally formed cave of Dragon Cave. The cave entrance was wide, and the towering stone walls were adorned with uneven rock patterns.
Deep within the cave, dragon eggs rested on a bed of Dragon glass, surrounded by gentle flickering lights.
They soon reached the gate of the manor connected to the dragon's lair, where several servants greeted them. Daenerys looked around, marveling at the beauty and grandeur of the place.
The main building of the manor was nearly complete. The high walls and towers built from pure white stone, combined with the rounded corner design of the defensive wall, gave the manor a solemn and robust appearance. The garden was filled with various plants. Although the newly planted flowers and trees looked young, the garden's potential was already visible.
Gavin and Daenerys, guided by the servants, toured the entire manor. Daenerys excitedly shared her delight with Gavin, who listened attentively and smiled.
After their tour, they walked to a secluded study. Gavin stopped at the door and said with a smile, "Daenerys, you should rest for now. I need to discuss something with Qyburn."
Daenerys nodded and responded softly, "Okay, Gavin."
Gavin entered the study, where Maester Qyburn was already waiting. Qyburn's face showed signs of age, but his eyes remained sharp, exuding an aura of wisdom and prudence.
After Gavin sat down, Qyburn stood and saluted, "Sir Gavin, it's been a long time."
Gavin nodded, motioning for Qyburn to sit. He said directly, "Maester Qyburn, I have seen the progress of the manor construction, and you have done well. We haven't seen each other for three years since we left the Citadel. I sought you out upon returning to Oldtown, but you were already gone."
Qyburn looked at Gavin with a complex expression. The once-acquainted assistant had achieved so much in a short time, and the change in status was difficult for him to adapt to. Even when he first heard of Gavin's news, Qyburn had trouble believing it.
Nonetheless, acknowledging Gavin's power and status, Qyburn said, "Sir, thank you for valuing and seeking me out. I will do my utmost to serve you."
Gavin smiled slightly and said, "Maester Qyburn, we have lived together before. I am aware of your abilities and knowledge. I hope you can fully utilize these to serve me. I will also support your pursuit of mysterious research. Can you tell me what happened at the Citadel?"
Qyburn appeared slightly embarrassed and said slowly, "The matter is not complex. I used the idea you provided to attempt creating a blood puppet. The first experiment failed, but I didn't have time to dispose of the body. I happened upon a dying patient, so I had to hide the body. However, they only found the body and assumed I had desecrated the deceased and conducted inhumane research, leading to my expulsion. You know the rest, my lord."
As soon as Qyburn finished speaking, he asked excitedly, "Sir, I saw the Blood Dragon Guard in your dragon lair..."
Gavin interrupted directly, "The success was due to my own innate magical power, with no tricks involved." He added, "In my territory, you are permitted to conduct research on mysterious knowledge, but all experiments must be approved by me, and the subjects must be death row prisoners I provide."
Qyburn immediately promised, "Thank you for your support, sir. I will adhere to your conditions. You have my word."
Gavin considered for a moment before saying, "Due to budget constraints, the Citadel did not send a maester. The raven's nest in the territory has not yet been established. You will be responsible for raising ravens and training suitable candidates for deployment across various islands. Additionally, I want you to handle intelligence work, especially focusing on news beyond the Stepstones."
Qyburn nodded and said, "Don't worry, sir. I know what to do. Also, I have seen your three-bow crossbow and believe it can be improved."
Gavin was surprised and recalled that the scorpion crossbow used against the dragon in his previous life had been modified by Qyburn. He immediately said, "Then make the improvements as soon as possible. All the craftsmen at the dock will report to you."
Qyburn bowed and said, "Sir, I will arrange it right away. Please excuse me." He then left with a sense of motivation and anticipation for the future.
Gavin watched Qyburn leave with a thoughtful expression. Although many of Qyburn's actions were controversial, his abilities were undeniable. He would need to be careful in how he employed him.
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Two months later.
In the deepwater port of Dragon Flame Bay, the sun cast a golden glow on the sparkling sea.
Gavin gazed intently at the three-bow bed crossbow, now modified by Qyburn, eager to see its performance.
"Ready!" Qyburn commanded, and the operator expertly tightened the loaded crossbow arrows. The sun glinted off the elite crossbow arrows, hinting at the imminent spectacle.
"Fire!" At Qyburn's command, a deafening bang echoed through the port as the crossbow arrow shot out like lightning. It seemed as if the air itself was split open, with the arrow slicing through the sky at incredible speed, creating a powerful gust of wind.
The arrow struck the side of a distant ship, the immense force causing the side planks to burst open, scattering wood chips like rain. The arrow continued through, stirring up high water splashes on the sea surface, its power undeniable.
Qyburn could barely contain his excitement. "Sir, after this modification, the range and power of this crossbow have increased by nearly half!"
Hassan's eyes lit up with enthusiasm. "Sir, I believe we should immediately begin replacing the crossbows on all our warships!" His anticipation and excitement were palpable, as if he could already envision the victories the new crossbow would bring.
Gavin turned to Qyburn. "How long will it take to produce the new crossbows?"
Qyburn explained, "Since these are modifications of the existing models, the replacement speed is very fast. With the manpower available, we can replace all the crossbows in the fleet within two months."
Gavin nodded in satisfaction and instructed Hassan, "Arrange for the fleet's ships to rotate through Dragon Flame Bay to replace the crossbows."
Hassan promptly accepted, "Yes, sir!"
Gavin then made a public announcement, "From today, Qyburn will be in charge of intelligence work and serve as the chief maester of the Stepstones."
Qyburn bowed deeply, saying, "Thank you for your trust, sir. I will do my utmost to meet your expectations!"
As night fell, the manor was gradually enveloped in darkness, as if settling into a peaceful slumber.
In the quiet study, the soft, warm light cast gentle shadows across the shelves of heavy books.
Gavin, Boris, Qyburn, and Hassan gathered around an ancient desk.
Gavin stood, retrieved a bottle of summer red from the wine cabinet, and poured it into everyone's glasses. The wine rippled in the glasses, releasing a rich aroma.
As the wine glasses clinked, Gavin began, "I plan to launch an attack on Lys soon. Do you have any suggestions?" His voice was low, his gaze sweeping over each face.
The Lys envoy Gavin had sent a warship to intercept had been captured and brought back to the Stepstones Islands half a month prior. Under interrogation, the envoy revealed that Governor Lys, fearing Gavin's dragon, had resorted to assassination. The envoy had been sent to Braavos to hire the Faceless Men, and Governor Lys had even planned to remake a batch of dragon-hunting crossbows.
Gavin intended to act before Lys could prepare and use the information gap to neutralize the threat early.
The study fell silent, only the soft light casting flickering shadows on the four faces, as if foreshadowing an impending storm.
Boris broke the silence, saying, "The tax officials sent by the Iron Throne have been persistently demanding to see you, my lord. I have managed to delay them until now, but since news of your intended marriage to Princess Daenerys has surfaced, they've become more insistent. Tax control and ship inspections have become stricter, and with our main income tied to goods and ongoing fleet expansions and new constructions, our reserves are low. If we go to war with Lys now, we must act swiftly and decisively." His face was grim, his tone full of concern.
Gavin listened and nodded slightly, then turned to the others.
Hassan spoke up, "Among the three daughter kingdoms, only Lys is an island nation. In terms of maritime strength, Lys is the strongest, followed by Tyrosh, with Myr being the weakest. Since we conquered the Stepstones, our relationship with Lys has deteriorated, leading to frequent confrontations. Their number of warships is comparable to ours, and they support the Saan family. They have 40 warships stationed in Lys, but their ship performance is less advanced than ours, especially with the new crossbows designed by Maester Qyburn. In a naval conflict, we would have the advantage, but we must consider the potential threats from Tyrosh and Myr."
Qyburn interjected, "The alliance among the Three Daughters is tenuous, primarily aimed at preventing Volantis from seizing disputed lands. Tyrosh and Myr may not join the war against Lys, but their involvement cannot be ruled out. We should send envoys to Volantis. If Volantis shows interest in seizing disputed lands, it could distract Tyrosh and Myr."
Gavin narrowed his eyes and asked, "How confident are you that Volantis will act?"
Qyburn thought for a moment and replied, "Your Excellency, the three governors of Volantis are Malachor Megia of the Tiger Party, and Nesiso Wisama and Dophas Panimion of the Elephant Party. The Tiger Party is aggressive and eager to seize disputed lands. We only need to persuade one of the Elephant Party members to support our cause. If we can prompt Volantis to adopt an offensive posture without direct involvement, we have a good chance of achieving our goal."
Boris added, "Your Excellency, I agree with Maester Qyburn's proposal. Whether or not Volantis agrees, we should send envoys openly. Tyrosh and Myr will certainly take notice, and it will help to distract them."
Gavin nodded, saying to Qyburn, "Then proceed with sending an envoy to Volantis. Also, how is the situation with the Iron Throne? Has the message been delivered?"
Qyburn replied, "As instructed, the message has been delivered. There has been no feedback yet, likely due to the need to verify its authenticity. They are hesitant to act prematurely."
Gavin's lips curved into a slight smile. "It seems King's Landing will be in chaos soon, leaving them unable to focus on us. This presents a good opportunity to deal with Lys."