Game of Thrones: Reborn as Drogon

Now that Drogon had proposed turning the Great Sept of Baelor—the holiest site of the Faith of the Seven—into the location of the new academy, it was obvious there was an element of retaliation involved.

Daenerys didn't fully understand what conflicts between beings at Drogon's level looked like, nor did she possess the power to take part in them herself.

But that didn't stop her from supporting him with all the authority of the Queen of Westeros.

"Establish the academy in the Great Sept of Baelor," Daenerys declared. "The Faith can find somewhere else to worship."

The moment the words left her mouth, Tyrion and the others stared at her in astonishment.

"Your Grace," Tyrion said after a brief hesitation, "the people and nobility of the south all follow the Faith of the Seven. Doing this could provoke widespread resistance and may hurt your upcoming coronation."

Before he could continue, Daenerys raised a hand.

"The High Sparrow, acting in the name of the Seven, joined forces with Cersei and other gods to ambush my fleet and Drogon. The fact that I haven't already banned the Faith from spreading its teachings throughout Westeros is mercy enough."

Her eyes hardened.

"All I'm asking is that they relocate."

Seeing Tyrion still unconvinced, she added,

"Spread the truth about the battle of Dragonstone. We defeated the gods' assault, but we paid a heavy price. It's time to settle accounts."

After hearing her explanation, no one argued further.

She wasn't wrong.

Had Drogon, Rhaegal, and Viserion failed to slaughter the sea monsters...

Had Drogon failed to defeat the colossal squid-like sea god...

The Dragonstone fleet would have been annihilated.

None of them would be sitting here discussing academy locations.

They would be at the bottom of the Narrow Sea.

Once the meeting ended, Varys immediately put his intelligence network to work.

Across Westeros, stories began spreading.

The Seven had truly manifested miracles.

The High Sparrow had received divine revelations.

The gods had united with other divine beings to destroy Daenerys's fleet.

For many nobles and commoners, rumors they had only half-believed suddenly gained credibility.

The Seven, silent for centuries, had genuinely shown signs of divine intervention.

Yet alongside their awe of the gods came an equally powerful realization.

Daenerys and her dragons had won.

As details of the battle circulated, people learned just how terrifying the enemy had been.

The forces involved included:

The High Sparrow acting as the representative of the Seven.

The royal fleet of King's Landing.

Vast hordes of sea monsters.

A gigantic sea-god whose head alone rivaled a warship in size.

Weapons enchanted with supernatural flames.

The tales sounded more like legends than history.

They shattered everything ordinary people thought they knew about the world.

And yet, against such overwhelming foes, Queen Daenerys had prevailed with nothing more than her fleet and three dragons.

If that was true...

Then perhaps the Dragon Queen and her dragons were even stronger than the divine coalition itself.

The Red Keep carefully monitored public reaction for two days.

Neither the nobles nor the common folk showed the outrage many had feared.

Only then did the crown take the next step.

An official ultimatum was delivered to the few remaining bishops residing within the Great Sept of Baelor.

The message was brief and direct:

You have three days to vacate the Great Sept.

After that, Queen Daenerys will send soldiers to assist with your relocation.

The meaning behind the final sentence was impossible to misunderstand.

Whether the clergy left willingly or not, they would be leaving.

And the Great Sept of Baelor would soon belong to the crown.

The moment the ultimatum was announced, the entire realm erupted in controversy.

For more than three centuries, the Great Sept of Baelor had stood as the spiritual heart of the Faith of the Seven. It was where worshippers gathered to pray, where kings and nobles celebrated their weddings, and where monarchs lay in state before their final rest.

How could such a sacred place simply be moved?

And even if it were, where could it possibly go?

After receiving the ultimatum, several bishops jointly traveled to the Red Keep, hoping to persuade Daenerys to reconsider.

She refused to meet them.

Unwilling to give up, they tried another approach, rallying the faithful to petition the queen on their behalf.

To their shock, very few answered the call.

Thanks to Varys's extensive campaign of information, most worshippers already knew that the Faith had struck first, joining the divine coalition that attacked Daenerys and Drogon.

Even the gods' alliance had failed to defeat her.

What chance did ordinary believers have?

A handful of commoners still responded to the bishops' pleas, but the nobility wanted nothing to do with them. Many even avoided being seen in their company, afraid word might reach Queen Daenerys.

After an entire day of effort, the bishops had achieved almost nothing.

Realizing the situation was hopeless, they immediately ordered the clergy to begin removing the Faith's most important possessions from the Sept.

If they failed to finish within the allotted time and Daenerys truly sent soldiers to "assist" them, there was no telling how much of their property would remain intact.

Two days later, Tyrion stood before the emptied Great Sept of Baelor, unable to believe how smoothly everything had gone.

Not only had the Faith vacated the premises without major incident, but the mass resistance he had feared never materialized.

It seemed almost unbelievable.

When news of the successful transfer reached the Red Keep, neither Varys nor the others had expected it.

Even Daenerys herself was surprised.

Drogon summed it up with a single thought:

"In the end, the biggest fist makes the rules."

The Great Sept stood atop Visenya's Hill, one of King's Landing's three great hills.

The three hills had been named after Aegon the Conqueror and his two sister-wives.

Aegon's Hill housed the Red Keep.

Rhaenys's Hill contained the Dragonpit.

Visenya's Hill was home to the Great Sept.

The Dragonpit had long since collapsed, leaving behind little more than a blackened ruin.

Daenerys had briefly considered rebuilding it into the new academy.

The idea was abandoned almost immediately.

Demolishing the ruins and constructing an entirely new complex would take years.

With the Great Sept already standing and available, there was no reason to choose the more difficult path.

Once the clergy had vacated the premises, Tyrion summoned craftsmen to begin renovations.

The building had been designed as a place of worship, not education.

Many modifications would be necessary.

Fortunately, the Sept was enormous.

It featured a vast white-marble plaza, beautifully landscaped gardens capable of hosting hundreds of visitors, and spacious grounds that provided an ideal learning environment.

The main structure itself was a four-story building constructed entirely from white marble.

The first floor alone contained dozens of rooms.

With only minor alterations, they could easily be transformed into classrooms for various fields of study.

At last, the academy had a permanent home.

Daenerys felt a considerable weight lift from her shoulders.

With that issue settled, she could devote more attention to governing the realm.

Although the Red Keep had prepared a formal office specifically for her, Daenerys still preferred handling affairs alongside Missandei and Shireen.

Shireen, however, remained at the Citadel receiving treatment.

The longer she stayed away, the more Daenerys found herself missing the girl.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Missandei, who had been busy writing documents, rose and opened the door.

"Your Grace, Archmaester Marwyn requests an audience."

"Marwyn?"

Daenerys frowned for a moment before remembering.

Marwyn was the archmaester who had left the Citadel to support her cause. He had arrived at Dragonstone while her armies were campaigning in the North.

After the battle against the sea monsters, Daenerys had been informed of his arrival during a brief stop at Dragonstone, but events had moved too quickly for her to meet him.

Now that King's Landing had fallen, he had evidently traveled here in person.

When Daenerys entered the reception chamber, she found Marwyn waiting.

Around his neck hung a Valyrian steel archmaester's chain.

His eyes lingered briefly on Drogon, who sat upon Daenerys's shoulder watching him intently.

Then he bowed deeply.

"Congratulations, Your Grace, on conquering King's Landing and ascending the Iron Throne."

"Thank you, Archmaester Marwyn," Daenerys replied with a slight nod.

Straightening, Marwyn continued.

"I have come to request permission to remain in your service even after Grand Maester Pycelle is formally reinstated as Grand Maester of the realm."

Daenerys possessed a basic understanding of the maesters.

They were scholars, healers, astronomers, historians, and administrators.

After completing their studies at the Citadel, they were assigned to noble houses throughout Westeros, where they served local lords.

Officially, they were expected to remain politically neutral.

In practice, years spent living alongside a family often led them to develop loyalties of their own.

Following her coronation, Pycelle would likely continue serving as Grand Maester.

Unlike lords, maesters did not leave when rulers changed.

Their duty was tied to the office they served, not the individual who occupied it.

Pycelle himself had already served multiple generations of kings.

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