Chapter 11
Ten months had passed in the blink of an eye. During that time, there had been numerous challenges—some I should have seen coming. One of the first issues arose from the wildlings' inability to understand Valyrian, which made sense given their history. However, that was easily resolved by granting them the ability to both understand and speak the language. Other problems, like food and housing, were handled without too much difficulty.
No, the biggest challenge came from the royal families I had revived. There were six families in total: House Targaryen, House Velaryon, House Macklyn, House Barlaeris, House Valtigar, and House Qoherys. And, unsurprisingly, they were a royal pain to deal with. Three of these families were dragonlords, and their pride and stubbornness were palpable. Yet, after some pointed conversations—and a few well-placed demonstrations of why it was a terrible idea to cross me—they chose to cooperate.
Flashback
I stood before the lords of Old Valyria in the grand hall, their eyes fixed on me with a mixture of suspicion and curiosity. Each of the six heads of their respective houses sat in a semi-circle, their expressions hard, as if daring me to prove myself.
Lord Maegor Targaryen, the eldest of his line, was the first to speak, his voice cold. "So, you've returned us to this world, and now you expect us to bend the knee? What gives you the right to claim rule over Valyria?"
I met his gaze steadily. "I gave you back your lives, didn't I? I resurrected your great houses from the ashes, brought back the dragons, and I've already begun to restore Valyria to its former glory. That should be enough reason."
A few murmurs broke out among the lords, but Lord Valtigar, a dragonlord with silver hair streaked with age, leaned forward, his sharp eyes scanning me as if searching for any sign of weakness. "You speak of Valyria's glory, but Valyria's strength has always been its dragons. Without them, there is no power. You expect us to follow someone without even proving their strength?"
I smiled, extending my hand. The floor beneath us began to tremble. Outside, the earth shifted, molten lava rising to the surface as the air itself crackled with heat and raw energy. In an instant, a portion of the city began to transform before their eyes—buildings reshaped, mountains formed, and rivers carved from the land.
But I wasn't done. With a flick of my wrist, the skies darkened, and the distant screech of dragons echoed overhead. In the sky, Giratina appeared from a portal, its massive form descending with an otherworldly presence that even the Valyrian lords had never seen. Its twisted body hovered in the air, casting a dark shadow over the hall.
"I have power far beyond anything you can imagine," I said, my voice calm but full of certainty. "I don't need your allegiance. I could wipe you out if I so chose. But I'm not your enemy. If I were, I wouldn't have restored your houses or given you dragons. I would've left you in the history books."
The lords exchanged glances, their expressions no longer arrogant but cautious.
Lord Barlaeris, a tall man with an imperious stance, stood. "You speak the truth, but power is not everything. What do you intend to do with Valyria? What role do we play in your vision?"
I relaxed my posture, letting the display of power fade. "Valyria will rise again, not as it once was but better. You'll retain your lands and your dragons, and I'll rule as the head of it all. Any disputes, laws, or decisions will go through me. But you'll be free to lead your people, as long as you understand where the final authority lies."
There was silence for a long moment before Lord Targaryen gave a small, almost imperceptible nod. "Very well, Lord Victor. We will work with you."
The other lords slowly followed suit, bowing their heads in acknowledgment of my authority.
Flashback End
After that, ruling Valyria was relatively smooth. I returned their lands to them and allowed each house to govern their territories, with me as the ultimate authority. Any disputes or laws passed were subject to my approval, but they had autonomy within their regions.
The process of redistributing dragon eggs was perhaps the easiest part of it all. As I terraformed Valyria, the number of dragon eggs had increased drastically, and by now, we had over a hundred eggs. I gave each family ten, with two already hatched for each house. But these weren't ordinary dragons—I had tweaked the eggs, creating entirely new types of dragons for each house.
The Targaryens now had ice dragons, their frost-cold breath which could turn villages to ice if they so chose. The Velaryons, who were tied to the sea, received water dragons, sleek and deadly like the waves. The Macklyns, known for their fiery temperaments, got fire dragons with flames hotter than even traditional Valyrian dragons. The Barlaeris line received storm dragons, crackling with the energy of thunderstorms, while the Valtigars had lightning dragons, swift and powerful. Finally, the Qoherys family received sky dragons, who could fly higher, could manipulate the wind to their liking and faster than any other.
As for my own dragons, I wasn't idle either. Counting Giratina, I had twelve dragons under my command: Giratina, Palkia, Dialga, Rayquaza, Eternatus, Ultra Necrozma, Reshiram, Zekrom, Kyurem, Ghidorah, Acnologia, and Smaug, all of which I had personally crafted to fit the world of Game of Thrones. They were all unique and terrifying in their own ways, each dragon a force of nature unto itself.
Lilith wasn't left out either. She had her own pair of dragons: the King and Queen Dragons from the OreSpawn mod, my favorite mod.
With these new dragons and the growing strength of Valyria, I knew the coming wars and challenges would be met with overwhelming power. The future of Valyria, once broken and ruined, now shone brighter than ever, but there was still much work to be done.
Chapter 11: End