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Eldoria...
Morning sunlight filtered through the crystal windows of the Dawnfire Citadel,
Spilling over silk sheets and gilded walls.
Leo stirred, feeling warmth pressed against his side.
A soft murmur escaped his throat as he shifted slightly—
"...."
Only to realize the "warmth" wasn't from the sun.
Aemma was curled up against him, her cool,
Smooth skin pressed to his,
One arm draped across his chest.
Her crimson eyes were closed,
But her lips occasionally brushed against his neck in sleepy affection—
Light, fluttering kisses that made him sigh with a mix of exasperation and amusement.
"Still greedy even in the morning, huh?"
He whispered, brushing a strand of her silver hair from her face.
"...."
She only hummed faintly, fangs glinting as she nuzzled closer.
Leo smiled, leaned down, and kissed her forehead.
"Good morning, my troublesome bride."
That seemed to satisfy her—
She smiled in her sleep or acts to be, still hugging him like a contented cat.
Carefully, he slipped from her grasp and swung his legs off the bed.
Steam billowed from the adjoining washroom a few minutes later as he cleaned himself up,
The faint scent of enchanted lavender filling the air.
His reflection in the mirror showed a composed king—
But the small smile at the corner of his lips gave him away.
"Alright,"
He muttered, straightening his collar.
"Time to open the gates of Eldoria to Westeros."
In the hall below,
The kingdom was alive with motion.
Caravans lined the inner courtyard—
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Sleek wagons reinforced by mana-steel frames, filled with food, potions, enchanted fabrics, and winter elixirs bound for the North.
The first trade between Eldoria and Westeros would begin today—
An introduction that would ripple across both worlds.
When Leo descended the grand staircase,
Hagoromo Gitsune was already waiting,
Dressed elegantly in her black and gold robes,
Her long black hair cascading down her back.
"You're late, my king,"
She teased, her eyes gleaming.
"Busy night?"
Leo gave her a sideways glance that made her smirk knowingly.
Smirk~
"...."
"I was resting,"
He said dryly.
"Ah yes,"
She murmured,
"resting… while being bitten."
Before he could retort,
Rhaenyra appeared from the adjoining corridor,
Pulling along a very reluctant Alicent Hightower by the wrist.
"...."
"...."
Rhaenyra was practically glowing—
Her white dress trimmed with gold,
Her hair braided loosely,
A confident smile lighting her face.
Alicent, on the other hand, looked like she'd been dragged out of bed and into another universe.
"Rhaenyra, I don't understand why I'm part of this. I'm not even—"
"You're coming,"
Rhaenyra cut her off, smirking.
Smirk~
"You've hidden in the citadel long enough. You'll enjoy the fresh air—and maybe you'll learn how commerce actually works when it's not run by greedy lords."
"You mean like you?"
Alicent muttered, but followed anyway.
Hagoromo chuckled softly.
Chuckle~
"It's amusing how those two argue yet can't stand being apart."
Leo looked at them both, amused but composed.
"We leave in ten minutes. The first trade convoy heads north—beyond the Wall, eventually. Eldoria's winter crops and mana potions will fetch a fortune in the North, and it'll open diplomatic doors faster than any war."
Rhaenyra nodded.
Nod~
"We'll make sure they know Eldoria stands apart from Westeros. A new power—untouched by their politics."
Hagoromo smiled approvingly.
"Spoken like a princess."
Before they could depart,
Sasami, Setsura, and Kejoro approached from the far hall,
Each carrying a small travel bag.
Sasami adjusted her satchel with a bittersweet smile.
"We'll be gone a while. It's been four months since I saw my father and brothers… They'll probably faint when they see me."
Kejoro grinned.
Grin~
"Tell them their daughter's a celebrity now."
"And you're sure you'll be fine here without us?"
Setsura asked, giving Leo a pointed look.
"No sudden wars, no kidnapping princesses?"
Leo lifted a brow.
"...."
"I'll try to restrain myself."
They all laughed softly.
"Take care of yourself, Leo,"
Setsura added, her voice gentler.
"And of the ones who follow you."
With a shimmer of golden light,
The trio disappeared, each heading back to their own world they were teleported by the system—
Sasami to her family, Kejoro to her friends,
And Setsura to her waiting niece.
Leo turned back toward the awaiting convoy.
Rhaenyra looked eager, the sunlight gleaming in her hair.
Alicent folded her arms but couldn't quite hide her curiosity.
Hagoromo smirked knowingly,
Her aura serene and powerful.
"Let's begin,"
Leo said, stepping forward.
The Eldorian fleet cut across the violent sea like it was gliding over polished glass.
Five massive war-galleons—
Each crafted from mana-hardened timber,
Reinforced with silver-runed keels,
And powered partly by wind, partly by magic—
Moved in perfect formation.
Each ship carried 150 elite soldiers, provisions, enchanted goods,
And sealed trade crates destined for the ports of Westeros.
On the lead ship,
Where the banner of Eldoria snapped loudly in the ocean wind,
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Leo stood at the prow with Rhaenyra, Alicent, and Hagoromo Gitsune beside him.
Normally, the Shivering Sea and the Sunset Sea were temperamental, tossing vessels like toys—
But today, the water parted gently around Eldoria's ships,
Forming natural currents that pushed them forward.
It felt as if the ocean itself bent to Leo's presence.
Rhaenyra leaned on the railing,
Her silver hair whipping wildly in the wind.
Her eyes gleamed with excitement—
Not fear.
"The sea listens to you."
"No,"
Leo corrected quietly, hands behind his back.
"It listens to Eldoria."
Hagoromo gave a knowing smile.
"...."
She felt it too—
The subtle hum of the kingdom's protection barrier,
Extending far beyond the island.
Alicent, clinging to the railing for balance, stared at the unnatural calmness of the waves.
"This… this can't be normal,"
She muttered.
"Westerosi ships would have sunk in waters like this."
Leo nodded.
Nod~
"These waters swallow fleets by the dozens. Storms, whirlpools, even sea monsters."
"Then why aren't they attacking us?"
Alicent asked softly.
Leo turned slightly, red eyes glowing faintly.
"...."
"Because they know better."
A distant ripple surged beneath the ship—
Something massive swimming deep below—
But it never surfaced.
Even the krakens of the deep avoided the Eldorian fleet.
On each ship, the 150 soldiers stood like statues—
Beastkin, elves, vampires, magic knights, yokai warriors—
All armored in black-silver plates forged in the kingdom's newly built forges.
They worked with flawless discipline:
Archers checking their mana-fused arrows.
Beastkin sharpening their claws and spears.
Mages weaving protective wards against storms.
Elven scouts watching the horizon with supernatural eyes.
Vampire warriors glancing at the sea.
Rhaenyra watched them proudly.
"Your kingdom's army is… incredible. Westeros has never seen such unity."
"They aren't just an army,"
Leo replied.
"They're people who found a home."
A faint blue panel flickered in Leo's vision.
"...."
[System: All convoys moving safely across the sea.]
[No hostiles detected.]
[If danger arises, Host will be alerted immediately.]
Leo nodded mentally.
Nod~
The system would warn him of any threat, and with instant teleportation…
Nothing could touch his people.
After travelling for a day...
The wind shifted, carrying the cold scent of distant snow.
Hagoromo closed her eyes and inhaled deeply.
"We're nearing colder waters. The North is close."
Rhaenyra shivered lightly.
"...."
"...."
Alicent wrapped her shawl tighter.
Leo placed a hand on the railing, feeling the ice-cold breeze.
"Winterfell will see us before the sun sets. Then we begin."
Alicent frowned.
"Begin what?"
Leo's eyes gleamed.
"A new era of trade. Of alliances. And of power."
"The North will be Eldoria's first foothold."
Rhaenyra smiled with fierce pride.
"House Stark will definitely be grateful."
As the ships cut through the last stretch of sea,
The horizon slowly revealed the shadow of thick forests and cold mountains.
The North awaited.
The Starks awaited.
And with Eldoria's arrival,
Westeros would never be the same.
White Harbor...
The wind whipped across the watchtower of White Harbor,
Carrying with it the sharp scent of salt and cold northern air.
Two guards stood at their posts,
Wrapped in thick furs,
Their eyes scanning the horizon out of habit more than expectation—
Ships came often, but rarely anything interesting.
Today was different.
One of them stopped mid-breath,
"...."
His eyes widening as he leaned over the battlement.
"By the Seven…"
He muttered.
"What in the name of the Drowned God is that?"
Out on the horizon,
Cutting through the fog like a prowling beast,
Was a great ship—
Sleek, dark, massive as a floating fortress.
It moved with unnatural smoothness across the rough sea,
Ignoring the choppy waves as if the waters themselves parted for it.
But it wasn't the ship that froze the guard's blood.
It was the banner.
A deep navy standard billowed proudly in the wind—
A sigil none in Westeros had ever seen.
Two black dragons,
Coiled around a shield of swirling blue rivers and a shining sun,
All framed by a wreath of silver.
Lightning motifs flickered through the design,
Giving the illusion of movement.
Across the bottom, in bold silver script:
ELDORIA KINGDOM
The guard's horn slipped from his numb fingers before he snatched it up again with shaking hands.
"Sound the alarm!"
He barked.
"Unknown royal banner approaching the harbor!"
He blew three sharp blasts—
The signal reserved for foreign nobility or potential danger.
Below, knights scrambled into formation on the docks.
Steel boots hammered the ground.
Thud. Thud.
Archers climbed into tower posts.
And a courier sprinted through the crowded market streets toward the Manderly keep.
Inside the thick stone walls of the New Castle,
Lord Torrhen Manderly, large even by northern standards,
Was just finishing breakfast when his captain of the harbor guard burst in.
"My lord! A ship approaches—bearing a banner unknown to any in the records. Not Essosi, not Westerosi. Something entirely new."
Torrhen froze, wiping his beard with a cloth.
"...."
"Describe it."
The captain swallowed.
Gulp~
"Two black dragons. A river crest. Lightning marks. And the words 'Eldoria Kingdom.'"
Silence.
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"...."
"...."
Torrhen set down his cup slowly.
"Eldoria…?"
"Aye, my lord. And the ship is like nothing we've seen. Moves like the sea itself fears it."
That got a reaction.
The head of House Manderly rose from his seat,
And even though he was unarmored,
His presence filled the hall.
"Ready the harbor guard. And send word to the maester—we will document everything. If a new kingdom appears across the sea, the North will not meet it blindly."
He paused only a moment before adding.
"Prepare a welcoming party. If they come in peace, we shall show them the courtesy of White Harbor."
The captain nodded.
Nod~
"Yes, my lord!"
AT THE HARBOR...
By the time the Eldorian ship drew close,
Hundreds had gathered at the docks—
Fishermen, merchants, smallfolk, and knights alike.
They watched, breathless, as the ship slowed… yet no oars moved.
No sails shifted.
It simply glided into position with unnatural grace.
A faint glow pulsed beneath the hull—
The gangplank descended without a sound.
And stepping forward,
Dressed in regal black and crimson,
Was a man whose presence made even seasoned northern knights feel compelled to straighten their backs.
Leo Morningstar.
Behind him walked.
Princess Rhaenyra, silver hair blowing in the breeze,
Disguised yet still carrying the unmistakable posture of royalty.
Alicent, wide-eyed with awe and nerves.
Hagoromo Gitsune, serene and deadly-beautiful, her aura calmly intimidating.
Behind them, 150 Eldorian soldiers stood in perfect discipline—
Half-human, half exotic races the North had never seen.
The crowd murmured in shock.
"Are those… elves?"
"Gods help us, look at their eyes—are those wolves standing upright?"
"And their armor… even the Lannisters don't forge steel like that."
Lord Torrhen Manderly stepped forward, bowing respectfully yet cautious.
"...."
"Welcome to White Harbor. I am Torrhen Manderly, lord of this city. May I know the name of the kingdom that sails our seas… and the name of its king?"
Leo met the lord's gaze calmly.
"I am Leo Morningstar."
He raised a hand toward the banner drifting behind his ship.
"King of Eldoria."
The dock fell into utter silence.
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Even the waves seemed to pause.
Then Leo continued, voice carrying across the harbor like a decree.
"We come not for war… but for trade, alliance, and opportunity. Eldoria has opened its gates to Westeros."
Torrhen's eyes widened.
"...."
The North had been starving for trade ever since the last harsh winter.
A kingdom with such powerful ships—
And such goods—could change everything.
He bowed deeply.
"Then, Your Majesty… White Harbor welcomes you."
And just like that,
The first step of Eldoria's entry into Westeros began—
Quiet, powerful, and destined to reshape the realm.
The streets of White Harbor came alive as Lord Torrhen Manderly escorted Leo and his entourage toward the Manderly Hall.
The sun reflected off the gleaming Eldorian armor of the 50 soldiers accompanying them—
An exotic sight that drew whisper after whisper from the Northerners.
Behind them, 100 soldiers remained at the docks,
Forming a disciplined perimeter around the Eldorian ship, securing it like a fortress on water.
MANDERLY HALL...
THE GREAT STONE WHALE...
Torrhen led them through the wide gates into the grand hall shaped like the jaws of a mythical sea beast.
Inside, the stone walls were carved with mermaids, dolphins, waves, and the sigil of House Manderly—
The merman with a trident.
Servants scattered, bowing nervously as Leo passed. Even without lifting a finger, Leo's aura commanded obedience.
Torrhen walked slightly ahead, wiping nervous sweat from his brow.
"Your Majesty," he said, glancing back at Leo, "the gods smile on us this day… though I admit, I did not expect such fortune."
Leo raised an eyebrow. "Fortune?"
Torrhen nodded gravely.
"Aye. For weeks now, winter approaches too early. Our grain stores run thin, our fish harvest slowed, and the ravens from Winterfell speak of harsher storms than any in the last decade."
"Lord Stark—Rickon Stark, the head of House Stark—was already traveling here this very morning. He wishes to discuss emergency trade, rationing, and supply routes."
Hagoromo Gitsune walked beside Leo, her calculating eyes sharp.
"So the North is starving."
Torrhen's shoulders drooped slightly.
Sigh~
"We have enough for a season… perhaps two. But the outer villages suffer. If the cold worsens…"
He didn't finish.
Rhaenyra exchanged a look with Leo—
She had seen the same fate in the TV archives he showed them.
"Your timing,"
Torrhen added slowly,
"may just save thousands."
Alicent, walking slightly behind them, whispered,
"The Starks will be relieved…"
Leo's expression remained calm.
"...."
But inside, the system chimed faintly.
[Ding...]
[System: Host entering critical political crossroad. Proper action will increase Fame Points significantly.]
Leo smirked.
Smirk~
THE GUEST CHAMBER...
Torrhen opened the carved wooden doors to a large room decorated with blue-green banners and whale motifs.
Plush northern furs lined the beds,
And a large hearth crackled warmly.
"You may remain here, Your Majesty. Your guards will stay outside the entrance. If you need anything—for comfort, for warmth, or for privacy—my servants are at your command."
The Eldorian soldiers took their positions instantly—
Five on each side of the hall,
Ten at the courtyard,
And the rest scattered strategically with perfect discipline.
Even Torrhen paused at their precision.
"...."
"Your soldiers move like shadows, King Leo."
Leo nodded.
Nod~
"They protect what is mine."
Hagoromo chuckled softly.
Chuckle~
Alicent flushed slightly.
Rhaenyra smiled with bold pride.
The guards—
Beastkin wolves with silver armor—
Stood expressionless, but their ears twitched at every footstep.
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Before taking his leave, the lord hesitated,
Then spoke again.
"Lord Stark and his family should arrive before sunset. I request—if it pleases you—that you join our meeting. Your presence may give the North a hope it desperately needs."
Leo tilted his head slightly.
"...."
"And what will you offer in return?"
Torrhen swallowed hard.
He had expected that question.
"Safe harbor. Alliance. Trade rights. And the loyalty of White Harbor to Eldoria… if you help us survive what is coming."
Leo studied him for a long moment.
The system flickered:
[Ding...]
[Optimal Strategic Move: Accept.]
[Northern Loyalty will increase Eldoria's influence exponentially.]
Leo nodded.
Nod~
"Very well. When Lord Stark arrives, I will hear him."
Torrhen bowed deeply, relief flooding his features.
Sigh~
"Thank you, Your Majesty. I shall prepare a feast for the meeting."
He hurried out of the hall, leaving Leo and his companions alone.
INSIDE THE GUEST ROOM...
Rhaenyra walked to the window, overlooking White Harbor.
"They look desperate,"
She murmured.
Alicent clasped her hands.
"Winterfell must be even worse…"
Hagoromo stepped beside Leo, her tails shimmering faintly with magic.
"They will cling to you, Leo. But that guy really probing us."
Leo's eyes gleamed crimson for a moment.
"I'm not here to rule the North."
"But,"
He added with a faint smile,
"That guy is really a fox trying to get sympathy."
Rhaenyra smirked approvingly.
Smirk~
Alicent shook her head, muttering,
"Madmen attract madmen…"
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