Chapter 227: The Summoned Beast
August 4
The ground beneath Daznak's Pit trembled.
Then came the roar that was heard all over Meereen.
It was unlike anything anyone in Meereen had ever heard—a sound that seemed to come from everywhere at once, vibrating in their chests and rattling their teeth. It was the roar of a lion, but deeper, more primal, laced with something ancient and terrible.
From the preparation area, a massive shape emerged, breaking through the entrance and part of the stands with its massive body.
The creature that stepped into the arena was a nightmare given flesh. It stood six meters tall at the shoulder, its body stretching eighteen meters from snout to tail. Its body was that of a lion—a massive, powerful beast with a thick dark mane. Its eyes glowed like embers, and its jaws were lined with teeth the size of daggers.
But that was only the beginning.
From the center of its back, a fully formed goat's head sprouted, its eyes gleaming with malevolent intelligence. It had two curved horns, a long beard, and a thick mane.
A long, thick serpentine tail uncoiled from the monster's hindquarters, ending in a viper's head that hissed, venom dripping from its fangs onto the blood-soaked sand.
All three heads of the monster had their gaze locked on Jacob.
Jacob's eyes lit up with genuine excitement. A wide grin spread across his face as he studied the creature before him. "Oh, it's a Chimera!" He cracked his knuckles. "I'm looking forward to fighting it."
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In the stands—now empty except for Malia, Daenerys, and the others.
Daenerys stared at the monstrosity in the arena, her face pale with fear. "What is that thing?"
Stiles leaned forward. "That's a Chimera. It's three monsters in one—lion, goat, and serpent. The lion part gives it immense physical strength and fire-breathing. The goat head can use dark magic according to mythology. And the serpent tail has venomous breath."
Daenerys turned to Malia, her voice urgent. "Is Jacob going to be okay? Can he beat that thing?"
Malia raised an eyebrow. "Didn't he tell you what he is?"
Daenerys's brow furrowed. "He told me he's a dragon. But I call myself a dragon too. That doesn't mean I'm literally a dragon."
Malia smirked. "Well, you can relax and watch with peace of mind. Jay will be fine. And you'll find out why he told you he's a dragon."
Tyrion's voice was filled with concern. "I don't think it's safe for us to stay here. How about we leave?"
Malia shrugged. "You can leave if you want, little man. No one's stopping you."
Tyrion looked at Daenerys. She shook her head firmly. "I'm staying with Malia. She'll keep me safe. And I want to see whatever Jacob wants to show me."
Tyrion sighed and said nothing more.
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On the Arena Floor
The Chimera fixed its burning eyes on Jacob. It let out another roar that shook the foundations of Daznak's Pit.
Jacob just watched the creature, his arms crossed, a confident smirk on his face. "Come on, then. Show me what you've got."
The Chimera's lion head opened its massive jaws, and a torrent of fire erupted forth. The flames were intense, roaring across the arena in a wave of destruction.
Jacob didn't even try to dodge.
The fire breath swallowed him completely. For a moment, the arena was filled with nothing but the roar of flames. Daenerys gasped, her hand flying to her mouth.
Then the flames began to move—gathering, condensing, taking shape. The fire formed into a massive fist, which shot back toward the Chimera and struck it with explosive force.
The Chimera was sent flying, its massive body crashing into the arena wall. Stone shattered, and debris rained down. The creature let out a roar of pain and rage.
Daenerys watched with wide eyes as Jacob emerged from the dissipating flames, completely unharmed. His clothes weren't even singed.
"I heard he is unburnt, like me," Daenerys said. "But why are his clothes not burned?"
Malia explained, her voice casual. "He can control the fire element. It's natural for him to keep the fire from burning his clothes."
The Chimera rose, shaking off the debris. Burns covered its body, but they were already healing—its supernatural regeneration working overtime. It roared again, and this time, the goat head on its back opened its mouth.
A bolt of dark energy shot from the goat's mouth—a dark spell of pure malevolent magic.
Jacob waved his hand casually, using his telekinesis to swat the spell aside. It struck a pile of corpses from the Sons of the Harpy, and the bodies melted into a dark red sludge.
Jacob sighed. "Is that all you've got? I'm disappointed."
The Chimera didn't stop. It kept shooting spells from its goat head, each one more powerful than the last. Black bolts, shadow tendrils, curses that would have driven any normal man mad.
Jacob swatted them all aside with casual ease, his expression one of boredom.
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Stiles watched from the stands, his commentary unhelpful as always. "Oh, the goat head can use dark magic, just like in the myth. If it hit Jacob with its magic, it'll turn him into a mush."
Malia glared at him. "You shut your mouth, or I'll beat you until you turn into a mush."
Daenerys also shot him a cold look. "I don't like you."
Stiles raised his hands defensively. "Come on, I was just joking! Jacob will be fine... probably. And even if he turns into a mush, he'll likely survive and become a slime for a few days before he returns to normal." He laughed. "That would be funny."
Scott quickly and wisely stood up, taking Missandei's hand and dragging her away from Stiles.
Missandei looked at him with confusion. "Where are you taking me?"
Scott said, "Away from stupid Stiles."
Stiles opened his mouth to respond, but suddenly he felt all the hair on his body stand on end. Before he could react, a bolt of lightning shot from Malia's mouth and struck him, sending him flying across the stands. He crashed through stone seats, destroying them. When he stopped, his body was still convulsing from the electricity.
Daenerys looked at Malia with a raised eyebrow. Malia shrugged. "I don't like anyone talking bad about Jay or saying that he'll lose."
Scott took Missandei and sat next to Tyrion on the other side of Daenerys, away from Malia.
Missandei glanced at Stiles, who was still convulsing. "Is he going to be okay?"
Scott waved dismissively. "Don't worry about him. He'll be fine. He doesn't know when to shut up, and he gets beaten up by one of us almost every day."
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Back on the Arena Floor
Jacob had grown bored. The Chimera was strong—impressively so for a creature summoned by fanatical priests—but it wasn't a challenge.
He raised his right hand, calling upon his earth element. A giant fist made of rock materialized in front of him and shot toward the Chimera, striking its lion head and sending the beast crashing into the arena's walls once more.
The Chimera rose again, shaking its massive head. This time, the snake's head on its tail faced Jacob, its jaws opening wide to release its venomous breath.
Jacob's eyes narrowed. "We can't have you doing that. Dany isn't immune to poison."
He teleported, appearing next to the snake's head in an instant. His sword was drawn, and with a single, precise strike, he cut the snake's head clean off. The Chimera roared in agony, its tail thrashing wildly before going limp.
Jacob teleported again, appearing a few meters in front of the Chimera and watching the creature's suffering with cold satisfaction.
The Chimera opened its lion mouth and used its fire breath again.
Jacob's eyes glowed red. "Alright, let's finish this."
He waved his hand, and the fire breath dissipated into nothing. Then he stored his clothes in his pocket dimension, leaving only his underwear.
Daenerys watched him intently, a flush creeping across her cheeks. "What is he doing?"
Malia smiled. "Just watch. This is the fun part."
Everyone watched in shock as Jacob began to shift into his full dragon form.
His human frame expanded and transformed. Horns grew from his head. Black scales spread across his body. He grew and grew, his form becoming something ancient and powerful.
When the transformation was complete, a thirty-five-meter black dragon with a seventy-meter wingspan stood in the arena.
He raised his head and let out a deafening roar—a sound that everyone in Meereen felt in their bodies before they heard it and was way more terrifying than the roar of the Chimera.
Drogon, perched high at the edge of the arena, didn't feel fear when he saw Jacob in his full dragon form. Instead, he felt powerful because of the bond he now had with Jacob. He roared in unison with Jacob.
Though Jacob kept his aura tightly restrained, what leaked out was still overwhelming for everyone except Malia, Daenerys, and Stiles—who was now sitting next to Malia as if nothing had happened. Stiles was already accustomed to Jacob's dragon aura, as long as Jacob wasn't targeting him.
Scott's hands trembled. "Damn it. I hate it when he shifts into his dragon form."
Daenerys stood up, her eyes wide as she looked at Jacob's dragon form in shock. She felt more attracted to him than ever.
She kept her eyes fixed on Jacob as she spoke to Malia. "When he said he's a dragon, that wasn't a figure of speech—he meant it literally."
Malia smiled. "Yep."
Jacob unleashed a fraction of his aura, targeting the Chimera with it.
The Chimera froze in terror. It stared at the massive dragon before it, then spun around and attempted to escape.
Jacob teleported, appearing directly in the Chimera's path. He opened his massive jaws, ready to burn it to ash—
"Jacob, wait!" Stiles shouted. "Don't destroy its body! We can sell it to the S.D.E.S.!"
Jacob stopped and instead caught the Chimera by the throat, raising it high while it struggled helplessly. Then he inserted his claws into the creature's chest and ripped its heart out.
He tossed the body aside, stared at it for a few seconds, and after making sure it was truly dead, stored both the body, the decapitated snake head, and the still-twitching heart in his pocket dimension.
Then he used fire to burn all the corpses in the arena.
He turned to Daenerys and used his telekinesis to make her float, bringing her near his giant head. His deep, rumbling voice echoed through the arena. "So, what do you think?"
Daenerys stretched her hand toward his head. He made her float closer, and she touched his scales in fascination. She looked at his huge red eye and smiled. "I'm beyond surprised that you're a real dragon. You'll need to explain that to me later." Her smirk widened. "And I think you're more handsome in this form than your human form."
Jacob's rumbling voice carried a note of indignation. "Hey, that's not a compliment! Sure, I'm the most handsome dragon alive, but my human form is the most handsome. And why are you looking at me like that?"
Daenerys's smile was innocent. "Like what?"
Jacob's voice was exasperated. "You're looking at me like a meal. Your face is as red as a tomato, and you're breathing like you just ran a few miles. I mean, I get it if I'm in my human form or my hybrid form, but I'm in my full dragon form." His eyes narrowed. "You wouldn't happen to have some perverted ideas about me in this form, would you?"
Daenerys smiled sweetly. "Maybe."
Jacob's voice was incredulous. "Girl, you're more of a pervert than I am."
Daenerys laughed. "Okay, jokes aside—can you take me flying, please?"
Jacob's voice softened. "Sure."
He used his telekinesis to make her float onto his back.
Daenerys shouted down to the others. "Tyrion, you guys go back to the pyramid. I'll come later!"
Jacob added, "Stiles, Scott—stay with Missandei and Tyrion until I come back." He looked at Malia. "Are you coming, or are you going back home?"
Malia stretched. "You two go have fun. I'm going back home."
Jacob nodded. "Alright, love. See you later."
Malia teleported back to Serendell. Jacob flapped his giant wings and flew high into the sky with an excited Daenerys, taking her flying over Meereen while Drogon followed them from behind.
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After circling Meereen a few times, Jacob spoke to Daenerys telepathically. [Dany, we're heading to Volantis now.]
Daenerys's reply was curious. [What for?]
Jacob's voice hardened. [To destroy the Red Temple of Volantis. I won't kill R'hllor yet, but he has to pay a price for ordering his minions to ambush me with the Chimera.]
Daenerys's voice was thoughtful. [But Volantis is so far. Even if you fly... wait, are you going to go there like we went to King's Landing?]
Jacob said, [Yes. I passed by Volantis when I came yesterday to Meereen, so I can teleport us there.]
Jacob and Daenerys disappeared from the Meereen sky and appeared above Volantis, leaving Drogon alone and confused.
Jacob flew above the ancient city, letting out a loud roar that terrified every citizen of Volantis. He headed straight for the Red Temple, his massive form casting a shadow over the city.
Once he was above the temple, he paused and took a deep breath. Then he unleashed a fire breath so devastating it shattered the temple, reducing it to rubble and incinerating every red priest within. The flames burned with such intensity that even the stone melted.
Daenerys watched, amazed by Jacob's strength. She felt no pity for the temple or its inhabitants—if they were Jacob's enemies, they were hers as well.
When Jacob left, all that remained where the Red Temple had stood for centuries was a smoking crater—filled with molten lava.
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Above Meereen
Jacob appeared above Meereen and shifted back to his human form, catching Daenerys in his arms.
To his surprise, Daenerys sealed his lips with hers as soon as he had caught her.
They hovered in the sky, supported by his telekinesis, kissing for a while. Drogon, who had been flying above Meereen in confusion when they disappeared earlier, approached them and let out a soft roar.
Daenerys pulled away from Jacob's lips and turned to Drogon, hugging his massive head. "Hey, you. I missed you so much."
Jacob glared at Drogon, who didn't know what he had done wrong. The wyvern avoided Jacob's eyes and focused his attention on Daenerys.
Jacob snorted and looked at Daenerys, who was floating serenely with his telekinesis. "Dany, aren't you afraid of falling?"
Daenerys smiled. "Nope. I know you wouldn't let me fall."
Jacob smiled and hugged her from behind. "Alright. Let's go."
He teleported the three of them above the Great Pyramid of Meereen and threw some Sker Buffalo meat onto the flat top of the pyramid—where the giant bronze harpy statue used to stand before Daenerys tore it down. "Eat and stay there," he told Drogon.
Drogon happily landed and began eating.
Jacob teleported with Daenerys to the council chamber inside the pyramid. He found Stiles and the others there, but Daario and Jorah weren't there—after seeing what Jacob was, they didn't want to get too close to Daenerys and get on his bad side.
Jacob, still only in his underwear, took his clothes out from his pocket dimension and began putting them on.
Daenerys sat down at the large council table, a smile still on her lips.
Just then, Cogman came flying in through the window, thrusters firing from his hands and feet.
Jacob raised an eyebrow. "You just finished killing the red priests?"
Cogman's smile was deeply satisfied. "Yes, sir."
Stiles's voice was dry. "You sure took your sweet time with those poor bastards."
Cogman sat at the table, his eyes taking on a distant, blissful look. "I sure did."
Stiles leaned forward. "What did you do to them?"
Scott and Jacob spoke at the same time. "Shut up, Stiles. Don't ask him that."
Cogman's face lit up with a creepy, genuine smile. "I—"
Jacob glared at him. "Don't you dare."
Cogman sighed, his expression falling. "Fine. I won't tell you what I did to them, because to be honest, I don't even know what I did to them."
Stiles smirked. "Did you forget? Do you have robot dementia or something?"
Cogman looked at Stiles with a creepy smile. "Oh, I didn't forget a single detail. Let's just say there are no words for what I did to those people. I mean, at one point, I put my hand deep inside one of them and started controlling him like a puppet, and then—"
Jacob cut him off. "Alright, that's enough. If you two psychopaths want to discuss and exchange pointers about your creepy habits, wait until you're alone."
Stiles protested. "Hey, I'm not a psychopath!"
Jacob shrugged. "Yeah, sure. Whatever makes you feel better."
Cogman's voice was more serious now. "By the way, sir, those red priests were sent by someone called Kinvara. They said she is their High Priestess. She sent them to monitor Lady Daenerys. They saw you yesterday with Stiles strolling through Meereen and entering the Great Pyramid, and they told her. She ordered them to summon the Chimera to kill you using the blood of the people who would die in Daznak's Pit today—if you showed up. And if you didn't show up, she ordered them to save Lady Daenerys from the Sons of the Harpy and make her owe them her life."
Jacob's expression was thoughtful. "I see. Is Kinvara here in Meereen?"
Cogman shook his head. "No. She left Meereen four days ago, heading back to Volantis. She was contacting them through fire." His eyes gleamed. "Do you want me to go to Volantis and kill her and destroy the Red Temple?"
Jacob shook his head. "No. Let her be for now. And there is a surprise waiting for her when she returns to Volantis."
Daenerys smiled. "We just came back from Volantis. Jacob destroyed the Red Temple with his fire."
Cogman's face fell. "What?" He turned to Jacob with a hurt expression. "Why did you not take me with you, sir? You should have let me kill all the priests inside that temple first before destroying it."
Jacob waved a dismissive hand. "There will be more opportunities later. Besides, didn't you have enough fun today?"
Cogman's expression was still hurt. "I did, but still..."
Jacob said firmly, "Alright, that's enough talking about killing. Let's eat. I'm hungry."
He took all kinds of food from his pocket dimension—pizza, cooked steaks, lasagna alla Bolognese, burgers and fries, fried chicken, lobster rolls, salads, and all kinds of juice and sodas.
"Alright, everyone eat." Jacob looked at Grey Worm, who was still standing. "Sit and eat."
Grey Worm hesitated. Daenerys looked at him. "Sit and eat with us."
Grey Worm nodded slightly to Daenerys and nodded to Jacob. "Thank you, Your Grace."
Jacob smiled. "Sit down already."
Grey Worm joined them at the table, and they all began to eat.
Daenerys asked Jacob about everything she ate and fell in love with the soda. Tyrion and Grey Worm were asking Stiles about the food, while Missandei, sitting next to Scott, was asking him.
Chapter 228: The Conversation After the Feast
August 6
After they were done eating, Jacob stored the leftovers in his pocket dimension, then he leaned back in his chair, patting his stomach with a satisfied sigh. "Ahh, that hit the spot."
He looked around and noticed everyone except Stiles and Scott staring at him with wide eyes. "Why are you guys looking at me like that?"
Tyrion's voice was incredulous. "You just ate enough food to feed more than a hundred men."
Jacob shrugged. "And why are you surprised? You saw what I can turn into, didn't you?"
Tyrion nodded slowly. "I did. I'm still trying to make sense of it—and that monster you killed."
Daenerys, still clutching a soda in her hand, leaned forward with curiosity. "Can you tell us why you can turn into a dragon?"
Jacob's expression was casual, as if discussing the weather. "I'm a dragon, so it's natural for me to turn into one. You see, the place where I'm from, people have all kinds of powers. Some can shift into animals. Some can shift into mythical creatures. There are witches and wizards. Some people can control fire, wind, earth, and so on. And there are monsters too—like the Chimera I fought. Let's just say that the fairy tales you heard as children are real in my world."
Tyrion's brow furrowed. "What exactly do you mean by 'my world'?"
Jacob said, "We're not from this world." He looked at Stiles. "Stiles, explain to them about our world and the multiverse."
Stiles cleared his throat and launched into an explanation. He spoke of Earth, of Beacon Hills, of the supernatural creatures that lurked in the shadows. He spoke of the multiverse—the infinite worlds that existed parallel to each other, each with its own rules, its own magic, its own dangers.
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Two hours later, Daenerys, Tyrion, Missandei, and Grey Worm sat in stunned silence, still struggling to process everything Stiles had told them.
Daenerys's eyes sparkled with excitement. She turned to Jacob. "Are you going to take me to your world?"
Jacob smiled warmly. "Of course. I'll take you first to Serendell to meet Allison and the others tonight. Then I'll take you to my world."
Daenerys nodded eagerly. "Okay." She paused, her curiosity getting the better of her. "And by the way, are all your wives dragons—like you and Malia?"
Jacob shook his head. "Malia isn't a dragon."
Daenerys frowned. "But she has powers like yours, and her eyes—they glowed red and were dragon-like."
Jacob clarified, "No, she's a chimera. And no, when I say chimera, I don't mean the monster you saw in Daznak's Pit. Although the word 'chimera' came from an ancient word meaning that exact monster, it's also used to describe any creature that's a mix of two or more supernatural creatures. Malia is part werecoyote and part thunderbird. Her eyes have the thunderbird's vertical pupils—that's why they look dragon-like to you. And she has all the thunderbird powers, which means she can control lightning and wind and has wings."
Daenerys's curiosity was piqued. "What about your other wives? What are they?"
Jacob said, "Allison and Melissa are both fairies. Lydia is a Banshee. And Sansa is a Phoenix." He smiled. "You can ask them to show you what they are later."
Daenerys leaned forward. "And you're going to give me powers like them?"
Jacob nodded. "Yes. I'll turn you into a supernatural creature too. I'll tell you how later."
Daenerys's smile was radiant. "Okay." She turned to Scott. "And what are you?"
Scott said, "I'm a werewolf. Which means I can turn into a wolf."
Daenerys nodded thoughtfully. "I see." She turned to Stiles, who had just let out a loud burp. She gave him a look of disgust. "Let me guess—you can turn into a pig, right?"
Scott and Jacob burst out laughing.
Stiles looked deeply offended. "No! I'm not a shapeshifter. I'm a normal human with supernatural powers." He paused, his expression turning apologetic. "And by the way, I don't know what I did, but it seems like I offended you somehow. So I'm sorry for whatever I did or said."
Daenerys stared at him for a few seconds. Her voice was flat. "Well, to be honest, you didn't do anything to really offend me. I just don't like you that much from the moment I saw you. Something about you just makes me want to punch you in the face."
Stiles's face fell. "Seriously?"
Jacob laughed. "She's right, Stiles. You have a punchable face."
Scott nodded in agreement. "Yeah. A very punchable face."
Cogman smirked and turned to Daenerys. "My lady, if you want, I can beat Stiles for you. It would be my pleasure."
Stiles glared at Cogman. "You stay away from me, you crazy bot!" He turned to Daenerys, his voice pleading. "Please don't order him to attack me. He's crazy."
Daenerys smiled sweetly and said to Cogman, "Maybe another time."
Tyrion said to Jacob, "By the way, Your Grace, how is Lady Sansa doing? She's been through a lot in King's Landing. But at least she took her revenge by killing Joffrey—although that got me in a lot of trouble."
Jacob raised an eyebrow. "Are you perhaps harboring any revenge thoughts against her for killing your nephew and getting you arrested for it?"
Tyrion shook his head. "No. That little shit got what he deserved. As for me getting in trouble for it, it wasn't her doing. It was my father. He knew I was innocent but still put me in a dungeon and was going to have me killed. I ended up killing him instead."
Jacob said, "Well, as much as Sansa wishes she was the one who killed Joffrey, she didn't. She was a scapegoat, just like you. The one who did it was Littlefinger and Olenna."
Tyrion's eyes widened. "I always suspected Littlefinger had a hand in Joffrey's death. But now that I think about it, of course Olenna was involved too. That scheming old woman would never have let her precious granddaughter be wed to an uncontrollable beast like Joffrey."
Jacob nodded. "Littlefinger wanted to be the hero who saved Sansa from Joffrey and King's Landing, gain her trust, and control the North through her. Olenna wanted her granddaughter to marry Tommen—who was still young, kind, and easily manipulated—instead of that psychopath Joffrey."
Tyrion took a sip of his drink and let out a sigh. "That's King's Landing. A cesspool of schemers and backstabbers, where the only law is 'don't get caught.' Everyone lies. Everyone steals. Everyone claws their way to the top over the bodies of the naive. Honorable men like Ned Stark lose their heads. I'm just grateful I escaped that place with mine still attached."
Jacob's voice was serious. "Anyway, I don't like owing anyone anything. Sansa told me you protected her in King's Landing—and when they forced her to marry you, you never touched her. So I'll grant you one request—as long as it's within my power. But don't ask me to spare your siblings. They've done too much damage to the Starks."
Tyrion's voice was careful. "Even Jaime?"
Jacob met his gaze. "Jaime pushed Bran out a window and crippled him when Bran caught him with Cersei. If you want Jaime to live, you'll have to beg Bran and Sansa—maybe Jon too. But don't bother with Arya. She'll likely kill you if you say the wrong thing. She hates the Lannisters."
Tyrion's eyes widened. "Is Bran still alive? I thought he died in Winterfell."
Jacob shook his head. "He and Rickon are alive. Theon didn't kill them—he killed some farm boys instead when they escaped." He paused. "Now, tell me—what is your request?"
Tyrion thought for a long moment. Finally, he spoke. "I want to visit your world. But I made a terrible mistake a few years ago. I sent my sweet and innocent niece to Dorne, and I'm afraid that something will happen to her there. Can you save her from Dorne and guarantee that you won't hurt her—or let the Starks hurt her to get to Cersei? That's my request."
[Quest Available: Host can sign in after saving Myrcella Lannister.]
Jacob saw the quest and smiled inwardly. 'Sweet.' Then he said, "Alright. I can save her, and I can take you to my world too."
Tyrion's voice was sincere. "Thank you, Your Grace."
Jacob nodded at him, then turned to Daenerys. "What's your plan with Meereen?"
Daenerys's expression was resolute. "I will finish what I started here before I leave."
Jacob nodded approvingly. "Alright. If that's what you want, then go for it. I'll make a bond with your other two dragons so you can control all three of them completely. And my family is yours now, so you can ask for help from us."
Daenerys smiled. "Okay." She hesitated for a moment, then spoke again. "You said you don't like owing anyone anything?"
Jacob nodded. "Yeah. Why are you asking?"
Daenerys's voice was careful. "I'm your wife now, and Jorah saved my life a few times. Although he betrayed me, he saved me again today. So I want to keep him around—if you don't mind."
Jacob's expression hardened. "But I do mind. Very much. That old fool is in love with you, and I don't like the way he looks at you."
Daenerys's voice was patient. "I know he's in love with me. But to me, he's like an older brother."
Jacob's eyes narrowed. "That makes things even worse."
Daenerys frowned. "Why?"
Jacob's voice was flat. "Because Targaryens are known for incest."
Daenerys rolled her eyes. "I don't like him that way. He's like an elder to me, a guardian. And whatever magical charm you have, it made you the only man I can think of. I know I'm not in love with you yet, but you're all that occupies my mind. I barely slept last night thinking about you. And when I finally drifted off, you were there in my dreams."
Jacob smirked. "What were we doing in your dream?"
Daenerys snorted. "What do you think?"
Jacob's grin widened. "I think we should go to your chamber and discuss your dream in detail."
Daenerys winked at him. "Not yet. Like I said before, I want to meet your wives first, and I want to get to know you better. After that, we can consummate our marriage and do whatever we want to each other all night."
Missandei cleared her throat. "Ahem. Your Grace."
Daenerys turned to her. "What?"
Missandei said, "There are people here."
Daenerys looked around and shrugged. "We're all grown up." She turned back to Jacob. "Tell me about your decision regarding Jorah."
Jacob said, "I can save his life, but he has to stay away from you. He can join our army or go back and join the Mormonts, but he can't stay next to you."
Daenerys raised a brow. "Save his life? Were you planning to kill him?"
Jacob shook his head. "No. He's dying. He's contracted a fatal disease called Greyscale. I can send him to Westeros to Melissa to heal him and create a cure for Greyscale while she's at it."
Daenerys's eyes widened. "Greyscale?"
Jacob nodded.
Daenerys's voice was soft. "Okay. If you can heal him, that would be great. Thank you."
Stiles leaned forward. "What's Greyscale?"
Tyrion's voice was grim. "Greyscale is a death sentence packaged as stone, turning flesh into rock and men into feral monsters before it claims their lives. It begins with a prickle, a loss of feeling in your fingertips. Then the skin hardens, cracks, and turns grey as a cobblestone. It's a slow, agonizing crawl to the grave—and before the rot takes your heart, it takes your sanity, leaving you a mindless beast." He looked at Jacob. "As far as I know, there's no cure for it."
Jacob's voice was confident. "Melissa is not any normal healer. She has healing powers like mine. Don't you remember how I healed your scar yesterday? I can heal Jorah myself, but Melissa can heal him and find a cure for Greyscale in case we need it in the future."
He stood up. "Alright, Dany. Take me to your other two dragons."
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Daenerys led them through the catacombs deep beneath the Great Pyramid. The air was damp and cool, and the torchlight cast dancing shadows on the stone walls. At the end of the passage, two massive forms stirred in the darkness.
Rhaegal and Viserion. The green and cream-colored dragons were chained to the floor, their eyes wary and mistrustful.
Jacob approached them and repeated the process he had used with Drogon. One by one, the dragons accepted the contract. When it was done, he released them from their chains and fed them some Sker buffalo meat.
The dragons devoured the meat with enthusiasm. When they finished, Jacob gestured toward the entrance. "Say hello to Dany, then go find Drogon above the pyramid."
Rhaegal and Viserion hesitated for a moment, then leaned in and pressed their heads gently against Daenerys.
Tears streamed down her face as she wrapped her arms around them. "I'm so sorry I chained you."
After a while, Daenerys smiled and stepped back. "Alright. Go join Drogon. Fly as much as you want—but don't hurt anyone, and return before dark."
With soft rumbles of acknowledgment, the two dragons took off, soaring out of the pyramid to rejoin their brother in the open sky.
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After that, Jacob and the others returned to the council chamber.
Jacob turned to Cogman. "Stay here with Dany until I come back."
Daenerys's brow furrowed. "Where are you going?"
Jacob said, "Dorne. I'm going to retrieve Tyrion's niece and speak with Doran Martell while I'm there. If he is willing to pledge his allegiance to me, I will heal him. I'd much rather deal with him than that madwoman Ellaria Sand."
Daenerys tilted her head. "And if he doesn't want to pledge his allegiance to you?"
Jacob shrugged. "Then I'll take Dorne by force when the time comes. I prefer to do it peacefully, without bloodshed—but if I have to, I don't mind using violence."
He kissed Daenerys—a long, passionate kiss that made everyone in the room avoid their eyes. When he released her, she was out of breath. He spoke against her lips. "Alright. I've got to go now. I'll be back in less than an hour."
He turned to Cogman. "This city isn't safe. Stay next to her until I'm back."
Cogman nodded. "Don't worry, sir. I will not let anyone touch a single hair on my lady."
Stiles stepped forward. "I'm coming with you."
Jacob wrapped Tyrion and Stiles in his telekinesis, and the three of them disappeared.
Daenerys watched them vanish, then turned to Cogman. "Cogman, tell me what you guys have done since you arrived in our world."
Cogman said, "As you wish, my lady."
He began to tell her everything—from the defeat of Stannis and his army, to Jacob killing the Jubokko demon, to the battle against the Night King's forces at Hardhome. He spoke of the Free Folk, the giants, and the growing kingdom in the North.
Daenerys, Missandei, Grey Worm, and even Scott—who had only come back to Serendell that morning and was completely unaware of everything Jacob and the others had been up to—listened intently, their eyes growing wider with each revelation.
Chapter 229: Dorne
August 8
Jacob, Tyrion, and Stiles appeared above Sunspear, suspended in the air by Jacob's telekinesis. The city sprawled beneath them—a labyrinth of winding streets, mud-brick markets, and gleaming white towers that caught the afternoon sun. The Summer Sea stretched endlessly to the south.
Stiles let out a low whistle. "Okay, I have to admit—this place is gorgeous. Look at those towers! And the water! It's like a postcard."
Tyrion nodded, his voice carrying a note of appreciation. "Sunspear is unlike any other city in Westeros. The Dornish built their capital to be beautiful as well as defensible. Those three concentric walls you see? They're called the Winding Walls. Designed to trap and disorient invading armies. But inside..." He gestured to the bustling streets below. "It's a city of life. Markets, plazas, fountains. The Dornish know how to enjoy themselves."
Jacob surveyed the city with a critical eye. "Well, at least it doesn't smell as bad as King's Landing."
Tyrion chuckled. "That's because the Dornish understand the value of proper sanitation."
Jacob used his x-ray vision, his eyes scanning through the buildings below. He located Doran Martell inside the throne room of the Water Gardens, seated in a meeting with Jaime Lannister, Myrcella Baratheon, and Trystane Martell. Bronn was also present, standing nearby with blood dripping from his nose.
"Found them," Jacob said. "Let's go."
He teleported the three of them inside.
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The throne room of the Water Gardens was a masterpiece of Dornish architecture. Pink marble columns rose to a vaulted ceiling, and open archways let in the warm sea breeze. The room was filled with soft golden light, reflecting off the pools and fountains visible through the windows.
Everyone inside looked up in shock as three strangers appeared out of thin air.
Jaime and Bronn's eyes locked on Tyrion, their expressions a mixture of surprise and disbelief. Tyrion stared back, equally shocked to see them here.
Doran Martell came back to his senses first. "Guards!" he shouted.
Guards poured into the room, weapons drawn, charging at the intruders.
Jacob stepped forward and released his Conqueror's Haki. A shockwave of energy exploded from his body—black and red lightning crackling through the air—washing over everyone in the room. The guards collapsed first, their eyes rolling back as unconsciousness claimed them.
Then one by one, everyone else in the room fell unconscious—Jaime, Bronn, Trystane, Myrcella, and the servants—all except Prince Doran.
Doran stared at the bodies around him in panic. His hands trembling. "What... what have you done to them?"
Jacob smiled harmlessly. "There's no need to worry. They just fainted. They'll wake up soon."
Doran forced himself to calm down, his voice still shaking. "Who are you, sorcerer? What do you want?"
Jacob said, "I'm just here to talk." He turned to Stiles. "Introduce me."
But Stiles was staring at the unconscious Trystane, his mouth hanging open.
Jacob smacked the back of his head. "What are you doing?"
Stiles pointed at Trystane. "I think we found your doppelganger. Look—he looks just like you. He even has the same haircut."
Jacob glanced at Trystane and snorted dismissively. "He looks like a cheap knockoff of me at best. Now stop being stupid and introduce me."
Stiles straightened. "Alright, alright." He stepped forward and cleared his throat dramatically. "I present to you King Jacob of House Alexandre, King of Dragons, Future King of Westeros, Protector of Women, the Most Handsome Man Alive, the Demon Slayer, King of the Free Folk and the Giants, the Conqueror. Etcetera, etcetera."
Doran's eyes went wide again. He forced himself to remain calm, his voice measured. "So you're the new King in the North that everyone is talking about—Jacob Alexandre. Why have you traveled so far from the North to come to Dorne?"
Jacob settled onto a cushioned couch with casual ease. "I want you to pledge your allegiance to me."
Doran opened his mouth to respond, but Jacob raised a hand, cutting him off.
"Listen to what I have to say first. Dorne right now is like a pool of wildfire, Doran. And you are sitting on the edge with a burning torch in your hand."
He leaned forward, his eyes boring into Doran's.
"People in Dorne are hungry for Lannister blood. They loved Oberyn, and they want vengeance for his death. But what do they see their ruler doing? They see you hosting Jaime Lannister. They see you feeding him, drinking with him. And they will learn from Ellaria that you peacefully handed over Myrcella Baratheon to him like a faithful servant of the Iron Throne. To your people, your caution doesn't look like wisdom—it looks like cowardice. You have completely lost the loyalty of your own kingdom."
He paused, letting the words sink in.
"And if you think you made the wise decision by letting Jaime take Myrcella, then you are a blind fool. Ellaria Sand is not going to let Myrcella leave Dorne alive. The moment that ship sails, that girl will be a corpse. But she won't stop there, Doran. Ellaria and the Sand Snakes are going to murder you. They will plunge a knife into your chest, cut your son's throat, and your own palace guards will stand there and watch it happen because they agree with her. You are completely isolated in your own court, and the only reason you are still breathing is because they haven't struck yet."
Doran shook his head, his voice stubborn. "Ellaria will never do such a thing."
Jacob smirked. "You are naive, my friend. Seventeen years ago, Tywin Lannister ordered the butcher of your sister, Elia. Her children's skulls were cracked, and she was raped and torn apart. For seventeen years, your people cried for justice, and you gave them nothing. Then Oberyn went for the Mountain's head and returned in a box. Ellaria loved Oberyn, and she is willing to do absolutely anything to get her revenge."
Doran's voice was defensive. "Don't talk to me about Elia. She was my sister, and I also want revenge for her. As for Oberyn, he died in a fair trial by combat."
Jacob shook his head. "Sure. Your brother died in a fair duel. And in my opinion, he was an idiot. Instead of finishing the Mountain, he started playing around and died stupidly because of his own foolishness and ego. But Ellaria doesn't see it that way. She will stop at nothing to strike back at the Lannisters, and the very first thing she needs to do is remove you from the equation. She will take your head and your son's to become the ruler of Dorne."
He leaned back, his voice dropping to a cold whisper.
"And believe it or not, the Dornish people are entirely behind her. They will accept her as their new ruler. Even your own guards will bend the knee to her over your bleeding corpse. She doesn't want justice, Doran. She wants a bloodbath. She wants to see King's Landing burn, even if Dorne has to burn right along with it. To her, you and Trystane are just obstacles—weak men standing in the way of her war."
He paused, his eyes boring into Doran's.
"So tell me, Prince Doran. Do you truly believe your people will support a coward like you? Will they bleed for a man who refuses to fight and serves his enemies like a loyal dog? Or will they follow Ellaria and the Sand Snakes?"
Doran's voice was strained. "And what makes you think they will be willing to follow me if I bend the knee to a stranger like you?"
Jacob's smile was calm. "Because following me means Dorne will be spared destruction. I'll give them peace instead of fire. And when they see you standing beside me, they'll follow your lead—not because they love me, but because they trust you to guide them."
Doran said, "You talk like you could conquer Dorne any time you want."
Jacob said, "I have a dragon. And I just came from Meereen after marrying Daenerys Targaryen. With her three dragons, I now have four—all loyal to me. And if that's not enough, Cersei was foolish enough to throw both of Olenna Tyrell's grandchildren into a dungeon. I saved them, and Olenna pledged her allegiance to me. So even if you doubt the rumors about my personal power—that I can defeat a thousand men alone—you should understand that I command a large and powerful army. I have the North. The Vale is as good as mine. I have the Reach. I have thirty-five thousand Free Folk soldiers. I have giants. And I have four dragons. Daenerys also commands a large army of her own." He leaned forward. "So you see, I could take Dorne whenever I choose. You have two options—surrender peacefully, or fight a war you cannot win."
Doran met his gaze. "Many have tried to conquer Dorne before you. None succeeded."
Jacob said, "Do you really think your Dornish army could stop me if I decided to take this land by force?"
Doran's voice was challenging. "Aegon the Conqueror, along with his sisters Visenya and Rhaenys, couldn't take Dorne with three dragons—Balerion the Black Dread, Vhagar, and Meraxes. And the Dornish people killed Meraxes, by the way. So tell me, sorcerer—why do you think you can take Dorne with smaller dragons?"
Jacob was bored. He asked one last time. "Are you unwilling to swear your allegiance to me?"
Doran's voice trembled, but he held his ground. "I have already chosen my king. His name is Tommen Baratheon. You can kill me right here if you wish, Jacob Alexandre. But I will not break my word. I will not believe your lies about Ellaria. And I will never swear allegiance to a stranger."
Jacob could smell the fear reeking from Doran. He sighed, shaking his head in disgust. He stood up, looking down at Doran with pity.
"I'm disappointed, Doran," Jacob said, his voice calm but heavy with judgment. "I believed you were a wise ruler. But you're just a coward. Too afraid to lead your people. Too afraid to avenge your sister and brother. I came here to talk to you because I wanted to avoid dealing with Ellaria. But it seems I misjudged you entirely."
He turned to Tyrion. "What's the plan with your niece? Do you want to take her with us back to Meereen? Or should I send her to her brother? Or send her with Jaime to Braavos and let them figure out what to do from there themselves?"
Tyrion thought for a moment. "Let me talk to them first."
Jacob nodded. "Alright. Let's go out of this place."
Tyrion pointed to Bronn. "Can you please take him with us too, Your Grace?"
Jacob shrugged. "Sure."
He wrapped Stiles, Tyrion, Jaime, Bronn, and Myrcella in his telekinesis. Using his x-ray vision, he located Ellaria with her three daughters in her chambers. Then he teleported everyone there.
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Ellaria Sand and her daughters—Obara, Nymeria, and Tyene—were in the middle of a heated discussion when the room suddenly filled with strangers.
Ellaria's eyes went wide with fear. The Sand Snakes immediately drew their weapons, aiming them at the intruders.
Ellaria's gaze swept over the group, landing on Jaime and Myrcella with undisguised hatred. Then she turned to Tyrion, her expression darkening further. Finally, she fixed her eyes on Jacob.
"Who are you?" she demanded.
Jacob's voice was calm. "I'm Jacob Alexandre. I'm sure you've heard of me."
Ellaria's eyes went wide in shock. "I have heard of you. But why are you here?"
Jacob waved his hand, and the weapons in the Sand Snakes' hands flew across the room, clattering to the floor. "I'm not here to attack you. I'm here to talk."
Ellaria and the Sand Snakes watched his little display of power and swallowed hard. Ellaria forced herself to speak calmly. "Obara, Nymeria, Tyene—don't be rude to our guests. Pour them some wine."
Tyene nodded and went to a table in the corner of the room. She began filling cups with wine, then brought them to Jacob, Stiles, and Tyrion.
Jacob waved his hand. "I don't drink." He sat down.
Stiles also shook his head. "I don't drink." He sat down as well.
Tyrion took a cup. "Thank you."
Jacob smirked. "If you want to die a miserable death, drink what a snake gave you."
Tyrion, who had been about to drink, dropped the cup and looked at Tyene in horror.
Jacob's eyes glowed red. He released a fraction of his dragon aura at Ellaria and her three daughters, making them terrified. He made a choking gesture with his hand, and Tyene was raised in the air, choking and clawing at her neck.
Ellaria fell to her knees. "Please don't kill her! I will listen to whatever you want to say... no, I will do whatever you command! Just don't kill my daughters!"
Jacob let go of Tyene, and she fell to the floor, gasping for air. He looked at Obara and Nymeria. "Take your sister to the corner of the room and sit there without a word. Let me talk to your mother."
Ellaria said, "Obara, Nymeria—go. Quickly."
Obara and Nymeria dragged Tyene to the corner and sat there in silence. They stared at Jacob, their fear slowly giving way to something else—something that looked disturbingly like lust.
Jacob shook his head in amusement and turned back to Ellaria. "Get up from the floor and sit properly."
Ellaria got up and sat on a chair in front of Jacob.
Jacob told her about his plan to conquer Westeros. He told her about his army, his dragons, and that he had conquered the Reach. He told her that Cersei was his enemy. He told her that he had just come from speaking with Doran and that he had told Doran about her plan to kill him—but Doran had refused to believe him.
Ellaria's voice was careful. "So Doran was your first choice?"
Jacob nodded. "Yes. I need a sane person to govern Dorne for me and enforce my laws here. Not a madwoman who can only think about revenge—to the point that she's willing to kill innocent little girls." He leaned forward, his eyes boring into hers. "So let me make this simple, Ellaria—you will swear allegiance to me and rule Dorne in my name, or I will kill you alongside Doran and find someone else who can. Choose wisely."
Ellaria's voice was desperate. "What about my revenge?"
Jacob's voice was flat. "The Mountain is just a zombie now. Although still alive, he's just a mindless beast. Oberyn's poison almost killed him, but a man named Qyburn turned him into a zombie. He will die when the time comes, but he won't feel a thing. As for Cersei—she will die, but you will not be the one who gets to kill her."
Ellaria asked carefully, "Is it you who will kill her? Did she do something to you too?"
Jacob shook his head. "Not me. The Starks are the ones who hate her."
Ellaria nodded slowly. "As long as the Mountain dies a brutal death and Cersei dies as well, that's all that matters to me."
She got up from her chair and prepared to kneel.
Jacob stopped her. "What are you doing?"
Ellaria looked confused. "I want to kneel to you and pledge my allegiance."
Jacob shook his head. "First, I don't like people kneeling to me, so don't kneel in front of me again. Second, right now you are just Ellaria Sand. Your allegiance doesn't mean a thing. You need to take over Dorne first and make all the nobles and smallfolk in Dorne acknowledge you as their ruler. Then you can swear allegiance to me."
Ellaria sat back on her chair. "That won't be hard. But what should I do with Prince Doran and his son? They will become a problem."
Jacob waved his hand dismissively. "Banish them, or do with them as you please. They are not my concern."
He stood up. "I'll be back in a few days to give you a way to contact me. I hope to hear good news."
He wrapped Stiles and the others in his telekinesis. "And one more thing—Cersei knows you're planning to kill her daughter. That's why she sent her brother Jaime here. She might send some sellswords to kidnap your daughters. Be careful."
With that, he vanished with Stiles and the others.
Obara, Nymeria, and Tyene came to Ellaria. Obara asked, "Mother, should we really accept that man as our king?"
Ellaria sighed. "He could've killed us without us having a chance to fight back or even escape. Besides, he's already conquered the North and the Reach. With the Starks, the Vale is as good as his, like he said. And he said he's married to Daenerys Targaryen, who has three dragons and a large army. Following a man like that is the right choice."
Nymeria's voice was dreamy. "He's so beautiful. I've never seen a man like him before."
Obara nodded in agreement. "Yes. He's very handsome."
Tyene said, "I like Bronn better."
Nymeria snorted. "You like an old, dirty man over a handsome king?"
Ellaria cut them off. "Alright. Let's deal with Doran and his son as we planned." She stood up, her eyes hardening. "Let's go."
Chapter 230: The Dragon's Gifts
August 8
Jacob materialized in the back streets of Braavos with Stiles and the others. The city was a maze of canals and stone bridges. The scent of saltwater and spices filled the air.
He used his water element and splashed Jaime, Bronn, and Myrcella in their faces to wake them up.
The three of them jolted awake, their eyes wide with terror as they looked at Jacob.
Jacob's voice was calm. "Alright, Tyrion. Talk to them. And be quick."
Tyrion looked at Jaime with an awkward smile. "Hello, brother."
Jaime's eyes darted between Jacob and Stiles warily before settling on Tyrion. His voice was laced with old anger. "I swore if I saw you again, I would cut you in half."
Tyrion's voice was dry. "It will take you a while without a sword."
Jaime was not amused.
Tyrion took a step forward, his voice earnest. "He was going to execute me. He knew I was innocent. He didn't hate me for anything I did—he hated me for who I am. The little monster sent to punish him..."
Jaime cut him off, his voice full of rage. "What do you want? And why did you bring us to wherever this place is?" He looked at Jacob. "Who is he?"
Tyrion's voice was calm. "His name is Jacob Alexandre. I don't know if you've heard of him, but he's a new rising king in Westeros and will soon take over the whole continent. Anyway, this is Braavos. We brought you three here to save your lives. Ellaria was going to kill Myrcella to get to Cersei—and probably kill you and Bronn too."
Jaime's voice was flat. "Well, thank you, then."
Myrcella's voice was sharp. "Where is Trystane? I want to be with him."
Tyrion's expression was apologetic. "Trystane is still in Dorne. We couldn't bring him with us."
Myrcella shouted, her voice breaking. "First you sent me away from my family to Dorne, and now you've separated me from the man I love! I hate you!"
Tyrion sighed. "I'm sorry. If I had left you there, you would have died."
Myrcella's voice was bitter. "Death might be better for me."
Tyrion took a step toward her. "Don't say that."
She shouted at him, backing away. "Don't come near me! I hate you!"
Tyrion looked at Jaime. "I couldn't bring Trystane. If you take him back to King's Landing with you, you know Cersei will never allow him to be with Myrcella—not after she discovers that Dorne now answers to a king who isn't her."
Jaime looked at Jacob. "Dorne swore allegiance to him?"
Tyrion nodded. "Yes. A war is coming, Jaime. A war that Cersei cannot win—and cannot survive, even if she bends the knee. So how about you stay here with Myrcella and never go back to King's Landing?"
Jaime's voice was stubborn. "You want me to abandon Cersei?"
Tyrion's voice was pleading. "I want you to protect your children. Tommen is safe, away from King's Landing. He gave up the throne. So don't take Myrcella to King's Landing. You'll only get her killed."
Jaime's voice was firm. "I will keep her safe."
Tyrion shook his head. "You can't. Cersei has too many enemies. They will kill Myrcella to get to her."
Jaime's voice was resolute. "I won't abandon Cersei, and I won't abandon Myrcella."
Tyrion's voice was patient. "At least leave Myrcella with me. I promise you, she will be safe and live a good life."
Myrcella's voice was defiant. "I don't want to go with either of you. I want to go back to Dorne."
Tyrion's voice was firm. "You can't. You'll die."
Myrcella's voice was cold. "Then just let me die. You don't have to care about me. If you don't take me back to Dorne, I will end my life."
Jacob listened to the steady rhythm of her heartbeat and knew she was telling the truth. The quest to save her hadn't been successful yet either—which meant she hadn't yet been fully saved.
He said, "Tyrion, the girl is telling the truth. She will probably take her own life."
Tyrion's voice was desperate. "What should I do?"
Jacob's voice was thoughtful. "I can erase her memories and make her forget Trystane. Although it's cruel, it will save her life."
Myrcella's voice was sharp with fear. "Don't you dare!" She backed away. "Have you never been in love? Would you ever want to forget the person you love?"
Jacob's voice was gentle. "I have a few women I love, and I would never want to forget them."
Myrcella's voice was defiant. "Then how can you be so cruel as to make me forget my love? I would rather you kill me."
Jacob sighed. "Sansa said you were nice to her, and she loves romance stories. If she knew I made you forget your love, she would never forgive me."
Myrcella's eyes widened. "Sansa Stark?"
Jacob nodded. "Yeah. She's my wife."
Myrcella's voice was hopeful. "W-will you take me back to Dorne, then? Please?"
Jacob shook his head. "No. You'll die there." He paused. "Give me a moment."
He disappeared.
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Jacob appeared back in the Water Gardens. He found that Ellaria had already killed Doran, and the Sand Snakes were about to kill Trystane after waking him up.
Tyene's dagger was poised to slit Trystane's throat.
Jacob waved his hand and froze Tyene in place.
Ellaria panicked, thinking Jacob was angry and wanted to punish Tyene. "Your Grace—"
Jacob cut her off. "Relax. My wife owes Tyrion and Myrcella. Myrcella said she would die if she couldn't be with Trystane. I'm here to take him to her. But don't worry—he will never come back to Dorne."
He released Tyene, and she backed away from Trystane.
Jacob looked at Trystane. "Do you want to live with Myrcella and never come back to Dorne or seek revenge for your father? Or do you want to die here? Choose."
Trystane glared at Jacob. "Kill me."
Jacob shrugged. "Well, I tried. So now let me make you Myrcella's dog. It's better than dying."
His eyes glowed red, and he froze Trystane in place with his telekinesis. He stepped closer, locking eyes with him, and used his compulsion ability.
"Your father died of sickness. You gave up your lordship willingly so you could live with the love of your life, Myrcella. You will love her for the rest of your life and be loyal to her."
Trystane remained in a daze, his eyes glassy.
Jacob looked at Ellaria. "Alright. Carry on. Don't worry about him ever again."
He disappeared with Trystane.
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Jacob appeared next to Tyrion and the others in Braavos.
Myrcella shouted happily, "Trystane!" She ran to him and hugged him tightly.
Trystane came out of his daze and hugged her back, his voice warm. "I missed you."
A system window appeared in front of Jacob's eyes.
[Quest: Saving Myrcella Lannister — Successful. Rewards Available for Sign-In.]
Jacob dismissed the window and left the sign-in for later. He looked at Tyrion. "Everything is good now. You just need to decide where to send her."
Tyrion looked at Jaime. "Let me take her with me. She'll be safe."
Jaime asked, "Is Tommen with you?"
Tyrion shook his head. "No. But he's safe."
Jaime looked at Myrcella. "Myrcella, what do you think?"
Myrcella's voice was firm. "Will I be able to stay with Trystane if I go back to King's Landing?"
Jaime sighed. "Probably not."
Myrcella's voice was resolute. "Then we're going with Uncle."
Jacob said to Myrcella. "Alright. Say goodbye to your uncle—or father, or whatever he is to you—and let's go. I miss Dany."
Myrcella said an awkward goodbye to Jaime.
Jaime looked at Tyrion. "Take care of my daughter."
Tyrion's voice was sincere. "I will."
Jacob wrapped Stiles, Tyrion, Myrcella, and Trystane in his telekinesis and teleported back to the council chamber in Meereen.
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Jacob found the council chamber empty. He walked with the others to the throne room and found Daenerys there with Cogman, Scott, Missandei, and Grey Worm.
Daenerys was sitting on her throne, glaring at a bald man standing at the bottom of the stairs.
Jacob walked to her, kissed her, then lifted her and sat down on the throne with her on his lap. "Why are you angry?"
Daenerys's voice was flat. "I'm not angry." She nodded toward the bald man. "He served my father. He served Robert Baratheon. Then he served Joffrey and his brother Tommen. When he doesn't like a king, he always takes it upon himself to find a better one. Now he's here, trying to serve me."
Jacob looked at the bald man. "Well, Varys is kind of a good man. We might have a use for him. And of course, if he betrays us, his head will roll."
Varys hesitated, then spoke carefully. "May I ask who you are, my lord?"
Jacob stood up, carrying Daenerys in his arms. "Cogman, you can go back home now. And Tyrion, tell your bald friend who I am after you settle your niece. Daenerys and I will be back tomorrow."
With that, Jacob and Daenerys disappeared.
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They reappeared near the wilderness of Moat Cailin, landing on top of a grassy mountain plateau.
Daenerys looked around. "Where are we?"
Jacob's voice was warm. "Westeros. Near a place called Moat Cailin."
He put her down, and she looked at him with curiosity. "Why are we here?"
Jacob's expression softened. "I have some gifts I want to give you. But first, let's get rid of that curse on your body."
Daenerys's eyes lit up with hope. "Okay."
Jacob waved his hand and used his healing touch. A white light shot from his palm and enveloped Daenerys's entire body, staying on her for several moments as Jacob poured energy into her.
After a while, Daenerys screamed and clutched her stomach. Black blood began to flow from her crotch, and a cloud of darkness escaped from her mouth.
The process lasted for a minute before the bleeding stopped and the darkness ceased leaving her mouth. The white light of Jacob's healing ability faded.
Daenerys looked at Jacob, her voice trembling with hope. "Can I have children now?"
Jacob smiled. "Yes. I got rid of the curse that was in your body. Now you can have children."
Daenerys hugged him tightly and began to cry. "Thank you." Her soft tears turned to sobs, and her body shook with emotion.
Jacob just held her, letting her release the pain she had carried for so long.
After she calmed down, Jacob raised her chin. "How about we start trying for a child? Like right now."
Daenerys said, "I'll be honest with you—I've wanted to sleep with you since I saw you yesterday. But I'm having my moon blood right now. It will still last for a few days. That's why I said I wanted to get to know you better."
Jacob's expression softened. "You're on your period? That's a shame. But I'm in no hurry. I'll wait. And once you become a supernatural creature, your period will only last for a day. You can talk to Melissa and my other wives about that later."
Daenerys broke their hug and looked at her clothes. "I need to go clean myself."
Jacob took a cleaning spell scroll from his pocket dimension and handed it to her. "Open it and think about learning what's inside."
Daenerys opened the scroll, and a white light entered between her brows. She closed her eyes, learning the spell. After a few moments, she opened them and cast the spell on herself. She watched in excitement as the blood on her dress disappeared and she felt clean and fresh.
"Thank you," she said, her voice full of wonder. "I love this spell."
Jacob smiled. "Alright. There's more I want to give you."
He handed her the Hulk serum. After she drank it and her body absorbed it, he gave her the Luke Cage serum.
After that, he sparred with her to help her control her new strength. She wasn't scared of fighting like Sansa—she was more like Malia, wild and aggressive. Every time he beat her, she stood up with a wide smile on her face and attacked him again.
After four hours, Daenerys lay on the ground, still grinning.
Jacob sat next to her. "I didn't know you liked fighting."
Daenerys's voice was breathless. "I didn't know either."
She tackled him to the ground and kissed him passionately for a while, then laid her head on his chest. "Thank you. Although today I almost died, it's the best day of my life."
Jacob's voice was warm. "So you don't regret marrying me, huh?"
Daenerys's voice was thoughtful. "At first, I didn't want to. Even though I was attracted to you and you told me you could heal me and make me able to have children, I still didn't want to give up my ambition. But when I saw Drogon dying and realized I was going to die along with Missandei, I decided to accept marrying you."
Jacob smirked. "I should be thankful to those idiots who tried to kill you then."
Daenerys laughed. "Actually, I should be the one thankful to them. If they hadn't forced me to accept marrying you, I would have been stubborn and delayed accepting your marriage as long as I could."
Jacob's voice was teasing. "So you really don't regret giving up the Iron Throne?"
Daenerys's voice was sincere. "Compared to everything you've given me, the Iron Throne is worth nothing. And I'm also very excited about visiting other worlds." She paused. "Besides, I'm still going to be a queen."
Jacob looked at the happy Daenerys and smiled. He kissed her forehead. "Alright. Let me give you some other things, and then let's go home."
Jacob gave her the other scrolls: Firaga, Lightning Beast, Quen Shield, Accio Charm, and Repair Spell. She learned them all, practicing each with an excited, happy smile.
He gave her a Concealment Charm Bracelet, a Phoenix Down, and a cup of Fountain of Youth water. She drank it happily after learning its effect.
Then he pulled a space ring from his pocket dimension and slid it onto her ring finger. "Drop your blood on it."
Daenerys loved the white gold ring with a dragon's head with two blood-red diamonds for its eyes. She squeezed her bleeding finger after Jacob made a small cut on it with his claw and let a drop fall onto the ring before her finger could heal. Her eyes widened as she felt the connection and understood what the ring was.
She immediately stored the Phoenix Down in the ring and retrieved it several times, a happy smile on her face.
Jacob gave her a Spartan Laser and taught her how to use it. After she fired a few shots, she stored it in her ring.
He gave her a Sling Ring and taught her how to use it.
Jacob said, "I still have a wyvern egg to give you, but wait until you become a supernatural creature. The wyvern you hatch will gain some of your abilities."
He took a beautiful white dress and some underwear from his pocket dimension—clothes the system had given him as a reward. "Wear these. They're self-cleaning and can also protect you from normal weapons—not that you need that."
Daenerys took the clothes. "Thank you. I can't meet your wives wearing my torn clothes."
She smirked and began undressing in front of him slowly, without shame.
Jacob was a shameless pervert too, so he just stared at her, admiring her body until she dressed.
Daenerys's voice was teasing. "Did you like what you saw?"
Jacob's voice was honest. "Very much. Too bad I can only watch for now."
He hugged her and gave her a deep, passionate kiss that left her breathless. "Let's go get Missandei and Scott. Then let's go home."
Daenerys's expression grew serious. "I meant to ask—what does Scott want with my Missandei?"
Jacob's voice was casual. "He wants her."
Daenerys frowned. "Missandei was a slave before I saved her. She wasn't a bed-slave, and she's still a virgin. But she was still a slave. I don't want him to mistreat her when he learns she used to be a slave—or break up with her and break her heart."
Jacob's voice was reassuring. "Don't worry. Scott is a good guy. He won't care if she was a slave. And Mel and I will beat his ass if he mistreats Missandei."
Daenerys's voice was firm. "Well, make sure to warn him. Missandei is like my sister. I don't want to see her wronged."
Jacob nodded. "I'll talk to him. Now let's go. Open a portal to Meereen with your Sling Ring."
Daenerys broke their hug and focused on the image of the throne room in the Great Pyramid. She waved her hand in a circle, and a circular portal with sparkling edges appeared. On the other side was her throne in Meereen.
Daenerys's voice was full of joy. "I did it! And it was easy. I thought opening a portal that distant would be hard, but it was so easy."
Jacob smiled and took her hand. They walked through the portal into the throne room. The portal closed behind them.
They didn't find anyone in the throne room.
Jacob used his x-ray vision and found Scott and Missandei standing near a window on the upper floors of the pyramid, talking.
He teleported with Daenerys there.
Missandei was startled. Scott just looked at Jacob. "I'll stay here tonight."
Jacob shook his head. "No. Missandei is like Dany's sister, so it's fine to bring her to Serendell."
Missandei heard that and looked at Daenerys with wide eyes.
Daenerys hugged her. "He's right."
Missandei's eyes welled up with tears. Daenerys wiped them away and smiled. "Alright. Don't cry."
She looked at Scott. "Don't you dare hurt her."
Scott's voice was sincere. "I won't."
Jacob opened a portal to Serendell. "Let's go."
The four of them stepped through the portal.