Phase 1 – Genesis of the One Above All
Kael first heard her crying on the second night.
It was faint, muffled by stone walls and ocean wind, but unmistakable. Not the dramatic sobbing of someone desperate for attention. This was quieter. Raw. Real. The kind of sound you only made when no one was supposed to hear.
She was alone.
He didn't know why it struck him like a blade to the heart.
Maybe it was because he'd created stars that sang, and galaxies that mourned. He'd forged gods from dust, and yet… nothing pierced him like this sound from a silver-haired girl hidden behind foreign walls.
Daenerys.
The girl who'd haunted his dreams for decades.
The mansion she lived in sat atop a coastal rise, courtesy of Illyrio Mopatis—a merchant who played friends like chess pieces. Kael had mapped every alley, every entrance. He didn't need to see inside to know her room faced the eastern balcony.
He'd watched from afar.
Never interfering. Never using his power.
The System respected his wish, but still whispered soft updates.
[Observation Mode: Passive Tracking Active]Target: Daenerys – Emotional Status: Fragile / Disillusioned / LongingStatus: Noticed You (1.7 seconds at market, 2 days prior)
He smirked. That brief glance—those violet eyes lingering—hadn't been his imagination.
She had seen him.
And something in her had stirred.
That evening, he went to the market again—not to watch her, but to listen. People always spoke of nobility, especially exiled ones. And in Pentos, where politics danced with rumor, tongues wagged like tavern doors.
"Did you hear?" one merchant whispered to another as Kael feigned interest in lemons.
"They say the dragon girl refuses to eat."
"Too proud for her brother's plans, maybe."
"Or too frightened," said another. "He's mad. Yells at her in public. Calls her 'a broodmare for a Khal.' Disgusting."
Kael's jaw tightened.
He didn't act.
Not yet.
But inside, a storm was forming.
That night, Daenerys stood alone on her balcony. Her long hair rippled in the sea breeze, and she stared out at the stars as if begging them to carry her far from here.
Kael was watching from the cliffs nearby, hidden in shadows. Not stalking. Not interfering. Just… present.
He whispered her name. "Dany."
As if she heard, she whispered back, "Free me."
His heart clenched.
[SYSTEM NOTE: User's emotional limit approaching. Intervention lock remains active.]
"Let me feel this," Kael told the System. "Let me suffer with her."
Acknowledged. No override will occur.
The next day, he finally made a move.
He bought a silk rose from a traveling artisan—a soft silver-pink blossom from the Summer Isles. Rare. Elegant. Then he wrapped it in a small note and left it near her mansion's garden wall where only she or her handmaid might find it.
The note was unsigned.
It read:
"You are not alone. Even in a cage, dragons remember the sky."
He left no scent, no aura, no trace of divinity. Just hope.
Two days passed.
No reply. No sign. Kael continued his training routines on the cliffs. Studied local dialects. Listened to whispers.
But then…
[System Alert: Emotional Spike Detected – Daenerys Targaryen]Trigger: Flower Identified. Note Read. Emotional State: Curious / Hopeful / CautiousSystem Update: Favorability +2%
Kael exhaled slowly, feeling warmth spread through his chest.
It had begun.
That night, Illyrio held a private gathering at his estate. Nobles. Captains. Traders. Kael posed as a guest from Lys—his appearance and bearing too polished to be questioned.
And when Daenerys entered, flanked by her sneering brother and overdressed host, their eyes met for the second time.
This time, she didn't look away.
A flicker of recognition. A blink. Then her lips curved—just slightly. The barest hint of a smile.
[System Alert: Visual Acknowledgment Established – Favorability +3%]
She didn't speak to him. Couldn't. Viserys was watching like a hawk, his fingers wrapped possessively around her wrist.
But Kael didn't need words.
That night, he left another note—this time hidden beneath a stone bench in the garden.
"Stars burn because they choose to. No one commands fire. Not even blood."
On the fourth night, as he lingered near the gardens once more, a whisper met him on the wind.
"Who are you?"
He turned.
Daenerys stood there—alone, wrapped in a soft blue cloak, the moonlight dancing on her silver hair.
Kael bowed his head slightly. "No one important."
"That's not true," she said softly. "You see me. That makes you important."
He stepped closer but kept his hands behind his back. "And you… don't deserve a cage."
She bit her lip. Her voice trembled. "I don't know how to escape."
"You don't need to run," Kael whispered. "You only need to choose when to fly."
For a moment, neither spoke. Then her eyes shimmered—not with fear, but with a fierce, desperate hope.
[System Update: Emotional Link Forming – Initial Bond Achieved]Status: Beginning of Connection – Romantic Affinity Potential: 18%Warning: This world is not kind. Prepare for trials.
They met again the next night.
And the next.
Never touching. Never too long. But always in secret. Words were exchanged in stolen seconds, truths whispered through trembling lips.
Kael told her stories—nothing grand, just things she'd never heard. Tales of smiths who forged magic blades, of girls who became queens not by blood, but by strength. Daenerys listened like someone drowning in silence.
And one night, when he handed her a carved dragon pendant—no magic, just metal and meaning—she clutched it to her chest like a lifeline.
"Why are you doing this?" she asked.
"Because I've waited my whole life to meet you."
"You don't even know me."
"But I will."
Meanwhile, Viserys noticed.
He didn't see Kael, but he saw the change. Saw her staring out windows longer. Humming softly. Smiling in sleep.
So he struck her.
Kael learned of it the next morning, and the fire in his veins nearly boiled his restraint.
[System Lock Engaged – Divine Retaliation Forbidden]
He slammed his fist into stone until his knuckles bled.
Then he made a promise to himself.
"The next time he touches her, I end him."
Not as a god.
But as a man.
To be continued…
Next Chapter: "The Day the Dragon Roared"