Corlys watched with thinly veiled disgust as Malipohs devoured his food, his fork and knife lay abandoned by his side as the boy used his hands to rip his chicken apart.

His throat comically bulged as he swallowed a large piece of his chicken, "I understand that I will have to earn your trust first," The boy spoke leaning back in his chair in satisfaction, "So I'll say this bluntly, You're daughter has given birth to a baby that died in an hour, and if I'm not mistaken, she has roughly three days to live. With your permission, I can save her,"

Corlys' hands froze as he processed the information, surely the boy couldn't have heard about Laena's condition? He and his wife had received the news a few hours ago and kept it a secret.

Maliphos continued on, "I'm sure if we ride your dragon non-stop to Pentos we can arrive in time to save her," He rose from his seat and gave a quick bow, "The decision is entirely yours to make, so I will leave you to discuss," Corlys watched slack-jawed as the dark skin boy made his way out of the room.

"Did you tell him of our daughter's condition?" Corlys viscously turned to his wife, "Well? Did you?"

Rhaenys did not verbally answer, merely raising an unimpressed eyebrow at her husband. The lord of the tides sighed, of course, his wife would never do something so foolish.

"Another one of his magic tricks I assume? But it cannot be true...our daughter is strong she will pull through!"

Rhaenys' fierce eyes met his, "They listed symptoms associated with childbed fever! I don't remember anyone surviving it Corlys our daughter..." The queen who never was choked back tears.

The master of tides wavered, "So...will you take leave tomorrow then? It is late and..." His wife shook her head,

"This concerns our daughter, we leave now. Follow us on a ship husband," The princess didn't wait for her husband to respond as she swiftly got up and commanded one of the guards to call their guest.


"You understand that I will likely have to use magic to save her?" Meliphos inquired, "Are you comfortable with that?"

Rhaenys didn't bother to look at the boy clinging for his life as they soared through the morning sky, "I care not for the methods used, so long as you save my daughter,"

Relief washed over her as their destination came to view, as soon as Meleys landed they disembarked.

"Not a word, there is no time for pleasantries, take me to my daughter," She interrupted Daemon before he had the chance to speak. If he was surprised by their sudden appearance he didn't show it.

"This is Meliphos, a healer from Essos. He will treat my daughter, you might not like his methods but you are not to interfere understood?" Rhaenys informed him.

Daemon let out a short laugh, "You want me to trust a complete stranger with my wife?"

"You and I will be in the room to keep watch. Satisfied?" Daemon grunted as he kept his eyes on the small boy who started to examine his wife carefully.

"Maternal sepsis huh? No wonder..." He muttered to himself, as much as Daemon tried to understand what he meant he fell flat. What the hell is sepsis? He thought.

"Well? Can your magic heal her?" Rhaenys' impatient voice rang out.

"Magic!?" Daemon felt out of his depth, majorly so.

"Yes I can heal her, please get her some clean water, she will need to drink a lot when I'm done with today's session." The brown-skinned boy closed his eyes and placed his hands above his wife.

A gentle breeze blew into the room and candles flickered before they turned a bright blue in color,

"Fejjaq Dan il-bastiment," The boy intoned, his eyes glowing blue and Daemon watched as his wife stopped writhing and started to relax. Her ragged breaths became even, and her pasty complexion remained, though he could tell that her condition was beginning to get better.

'How interesting,' Daemon knew magic existed in the world, some Targeryans had been dreamers after all, and the magic in their blood allowed House Targaryen to bond and control dragons. This boy's proficiency in the art was something else though, he will have to keep a close eye on him as time went on.


Rhaenys sighed as she held her daughter's hand, Corlys was seated in a chair beside and Daemon had gone to bid Baela and Rhaena goodnight.

"Whatever it is he is doing is working, she seems to be recovering," Corlys noted.

The door opened and closed, "Baela and Rhaena have gone to sleep, and our young healer has also retired for the night," Daemon strutted across the room, claiming a spot near Laena's bed.

Rhaenys took note of the tensing of his jaw, his eyes were stormy and kept darting around the room clearly he wanted to say something but was holding himself back, "Just spit it out Daemon,"

"I observed your interactions with our healer, neither of you is comfortable around him, which implies you do not trust him. Why is that?" Daemon asked.

"We have known the boy for few days at most, his...talents caught my wife's attention and he offered a helping hand in healing Laena," Corlys murmured.

"I'm assuming he wanted something in return, and seeing as he is healing my wife his request must be within your power..." Daemon concluded.

Rhaenys chimed in, "He wanted our protection while he is in Westeros,"

"Protection from what? Is he being hunted? Is the person or thing that is hunting him capable of replicating his magic? Is he being hunted by a single entity or multiple-"

"Calm down! It is nothing like that, look at the boy Daemon, in Westeros, he will stand out due to his...unique appearance. Having the power of House Velaryon by his side will make his stay manageable," Exclaimed Rhaenys.

"Do you think the boy's children will inherit any of his magic? Any family would be lucky to marry him to one of their daughters..." Corlys thought out loud.

"Scheming already husband? I would advise you to adopt Daemon's cautious attitude. We do not know what dangers he will bring with him, and I certainly do not want him to come near my grandchildren," Rhaenys spat out. Honestly, Corlys' ambition never ceased to amaze her, first, he had engaged their son to the Rhaenyra, knowing fully well that the chances of his producing an heir with her were slim, and if that was not enough here he was plotting to integrate the boy into their family!

Corlys sniffed, "It was a thought for the future, as it stands we know nothing about him, I'm not so stupid as to trust him just yet. Besides dear, you are the one who brought him here and trusted him enough to heal our daughter! So if anything-"

"If both of you are going to fight I suggest you leave, Laena needs all the rest she can get, continue your conversation somewhere else," Daemon sneered.

Rhaenys swiftly sat up, as much as she despised Daemon she could admit that he loved her daughter dearly and wanted nothing but the best for her, "Daemon is right Lord husband, let us retire to our chambers,"


"What is the matter with you?! 'A thought for the future' my foot! Corlys your ambition has reached dangerous heights!" Rhaenys exploded as soon as the door shut behind them.

"Calm down, you are letting your emotions rule you, wife, I'm not planning to have the boy married so soon," Corlys soothed.

A bitter laugh rang out, "Was the Iron Throne not enough? You endangered our son for power, and now look at the mess it caused! Bastards are set to inherit the throne and if Viserys chooses to believe the truth he is desperately ignoring then all hell will break loose! Will you be satisfied then Lord husband? When our family is in danger and the realm is torn apart? Well? WILL YOU!?"

"Laenor and Rhaenyra will have our support! They-"

"That will amount to nothing when the realm rebels! Do you believe yourself powerful enough to tame the entire seven kingdoms when the time comes, Lord husband?"

Corlys' felt his breath leave him in one fell swoop, his wife was right, Rhaenyra's claim was always going to be challenged, and her bastard children will make it easier to discredit her claim to the throne. Their son was going to be at the forefront of it all, all because of his greed.

"We cannot do anything about it now," He sighed, "You're correct though, sooner or later war will consume the seven kingdoms, the best we can do is prepare dear,"

Rhaenys sat up and headed to the door, "That we can agree on, war is unavoidable it is best we prepare. I will speak with the boy and tell him exactly what it is that we need his help with,"


Meliphos hummed as he watched Daemon tenderly walk next to his wife across the hall, it took two weeks to treat Laena fully, and now she is nearly complete with the rehabilitation period, at first it frustrated her greatly to need help going everywhere, even the bathroom. Daemon however did not seem to mind at all, he was there for his wife as much as he could. Now she was steadily walking on her own and didn't tire as much.

As it stands Laena was going to make a swift recovery, which brought up, even more, worry. When Meliphos had been reincarnated into this world he wasn't sure in what time period he was in. He had escaped from Asshai and booked it out of there as fast as he could. He made sure not to take anything of value lest they send someone or something after him. In his journey to the port, he kept his ears open for any stories of the mother dragons and when no stories reached him he assumed it was a few years before Daenerys would be sold off.

He had snuck into the first ship he saw and unluckily for him it was caught in a storm and the ship was wrecked into pieces, he should have died, would have died if Rhaenys Targaryen had not saved him. After observing her he knew exactly where or when in the world of Ice and Fire he found himself in.

This brought him back to his current dilemma, he had just changed a pivotal moment. Laena was meant to die, leading to Aemond claiming Vhagar. Instead of burying Laena next week, they would be burying their stillborn child.

He knew the Velaryons will want to see exactly what his magic is fully capable of doing, his best bet would be to use fire-related spells. The Targaryens burned people with their dragons. fire magic won't freak them out as opposed to summoning a shadow demon.

Saving Laena gave him a few stat points and he leveled up twice, Maliphos was not powerful he knew that. He only had a few versatile and powerful spells that enabled him to escape and survive in Essos. That was about to change because he was contemplating accepting the mother of all missions.

To Dance With Dragons

The Velaryons have asked for your help in winning the Iron Throne

Objectives:

Secure the Iron Throne

Bonus Objectives

Secure the Iron Throne without going to war

Prevent any Dragon blood from being shed

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Time Limit:

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Rewards:

50 000 EXP

Skill [Bone spike curse]

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Failure

Death or Imprisonment

Maliphos crackled as he accepted the mission, he would not prevent the bloodshed that much was certain, in fact, he would encourage it because the Targaryen and Valaryons had something far more important and powerful than their own blood, they had Dragon blood which is powerful, he learned that back in Asshai, he would need lots of it, and when shit hits the fan he would run off or better yet magically bind himself to a dragon and steal it.

So we will go along with the Velaryons, help them and if they win the war he would bind himself to a dragon and pretend to be a descendent of the dragon lords of Valyria, however, if shit hits the fan then he would steal a dragon and ride off with the dragon blood he collected.

'You don't even know if you can bind yourself to a dragon' His treacherous mind whispered, he knew people who are not descendants of Valyria can ride dragons, he had seen it in Asshai, he just needed to recreate the spell they used to bind themselves to dragons.