And whilst that one-sided onslaught was happening over there... the scene eventually shifts back to Ronan himself.
Who was last written to have been massaging his temples due to a particular dilemma. Of being taunted into action when his wife is in a big-bellied condition.
However, as of now, whilst his fingers were still by his temples... he was more at ease...
If anything, he was actually just emulating Professor X doing his telepathic thing.
For this was the solution he came up with.
Why go... when he has the option to do it remotely?
For a man from a modern world who lived through the Covid pandemic... working from home wasn't unfamiliar at all.
And like most, he took advantage by just doing a lot of gaming... in a sense...
After Reverse Ratatouille and Stray... he recently had a Hungry Kraken game to add to his Warg Library.
Which is literally just having big squids drag down the boats it gets close to...
And yeah... it's squids cause he had his first Kraken look for companions that could be "persuaded". From the trenches of the Narrow and even from the Summer Sea.
T'was a spree of a recruitment process, for sure.... but when it was all done and dusted... that Triarchal fleet of ships stood no chance at all.
So, the lesson for them to learn from that... is to never underestimate tentacled lurkers, especially when they're being operated by a very motivated mind.
Of course, aside from the giant shoal under the sea... Ronan had a bunch of dragons to play around with as well.
Which just boiled down to being a straightforward Dragon Simulator of sorts.
It was also sort of a next step to training them...
The combo of the bronze and silver couple aside... Ronan simply had Grey Ghost posing as a Light Fury while Cannibal was the Night Fury. Given their colorings.
As for Sheepstealer's task to go gorging on what it can... well, it was strategic. Given that armies are heavily dependent on logistics and supplies.
But such technicalities hardly mattered when the units being deployed were as cheaty as dragons and Krakens.
They could just be fed with the enemy's rations... or the enemies directly.
All in all, Ronan considered the entire experience fun.
More so when there's a lot more to be done.
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Of course, while he was doing his Xavier emulation and internal ruminations...
The Princess Rhaenyra, who was by his side in their bed, can't help but stroke her growing belly.
Wondering if the babe will inherit Ronan's mystical traits.
For it was undeniable that her husband was a skinchanger as well. As if the capability to forge runed bronze wasn't magical enough.
From that odd rapport with the Kraken... to the dragons of Dragonstone... and apparently way back to that owl that redirected Syrax.
It is quite the list… to the point that Rhaenyra was very much looking forward to the potential of her child. And also the other potential children she was to have.
Not only would they be of dragonblood... but of Ronan's blood.
So... with that in mind, her stroking hand found its way to her husband's hidden dragon...
Stimulating it for the future efforts it was bound to go through.
Or just preparing it for the regular fucking that it was going to give to her soon enough... when her fucker extricates himself from his mental battles.
It is recommended, after all.