House of The Dragon:The Rise of the Emperor of the Seven Kingdoms

Chapter 151: Chapter 150 – Before the Great Council of King’s Landing (VII)

Five days later, Caraxes could be seen crossing the sky over King’s Landing.

Looking out the window, Gael, completely naked, gazed at the crimson dragon with a calm expression. She sat on the couch feeding Maekar, equally naked, in her lap.

“What do you think they’ll do if they lose the Great Council?” Maekar ate the grape Gael gave him and asked in a curious tone. His violet eyes watched the serpentine dragon in the sky with a thoughtful gaze.

“Viserys is weak and will accept the outcome, though the same cannot be said of Daemon.” Gael put the grape in her own mouth and lowered her head, passing it from her mouth into her husband’s.

Biting into the grape, tasting Gael’s saliva on it, Maekar let out a laugh and remarked casually. “Daemon will certainly rebel, though not right away, probably years later. After all, he knows Caraxes cannot fight Bahamut and Dreamfyre alone.”

Even though Caraxes was formidable, there were limits to a dragon’s strength.

“Still, I think Viserys will rebel too.” Maekar spoke with a cold, murderous smile. “Not because of himself, but because of others. Especially with the Faith of the Seven not backing me.”

“What do you plan to do?” Gael frowned and asked, worried. She could kill other people without any hesitation, but her own family?

“I will do everything to protect my family, Gael,” Maekar said in a calm tone. He waved his hand, and the flames from the torch in the room magically flew to him, dancing around his hand. “Still, I will only do it if Viserys makes the first move. That is my only mercy toward him as my brother.”

Watching the flames dance around his hand, Maekar smiled with satisfaction. The pure Valyrian blood running in his veins gave him a 200% affinity for Fire and Blood magic. It could be said he was a genius who could learn magic dozens of times faster than a normal person.

Five days had been enough for him to learn to control flames and become a Pyromancer, perhaps the first Pyromancer since the Doom of Valyria. Of course, five days was not even enough to scratch the surface of magical knowledge, but it already showed the power of magic.

Interestingly, as Melisandre had said, every spell exacted a price. Maekar felt that price. He discovered the price was some kind of ethereal power originating from the soul, for, when he used too much magic, he grew more and more tired and exhausted.

Not even sleep could restore that mysterious energy. That was why he assumed it was something related to the soul or mind, rather than the body.

Hearing Maekar’s words, Gael fell silent for a moment and nodded. In the end, it all came down to Viserys’s actions. If her nephew could just stay quiet in some castle and not get involved with dragons and the throne, he could live a normal life with his feasts and banquets.

“It’s amazing that Old Valyria managed to stay unified even with Forty Houses of Dragonlords.” Gael said, full of admiration for her ancient mother civilization. Though she despised the slave system, she admired that they had managed to remain an empire without a civil war.

After all, with House Targaryen as an example, it was astonishing to imagine forty houses like House Targaryen never fighting a civil war among themselves.

“Let’s not talk about sad things. How is your training going?” Maekar pulled Gael into the comfort of his arms and asked with a smile. His hand automatically settled on one of her breasts, where he began to fondle it, a look of comfort on his face.

Gael let out a small, cute moan at Maekar’s touch, bit her lip for a moment, and answered in a slightly breathless tone. “I’m not like you; it’s a bit too abstract, controlling flames as if you were the flames yourself.”

The princess had truly tried hard these five days, but her mind simply could not picture how to control flames. In the scrolls, you had to imagine yourself as a flame and move it through determination and pure willpower.

However, Gael got stuck at the first part; she could not picture herself as a flame, let alone act as one. The princess found it incredible that Maekar had managed it so easily. It was as if the flames themselves bent to his slightest whim.

“You’re overthinking it.” Maekar had certainly tried to help Gael learn, but he soon found that this could only be overcome by Gael herself. He could only try to help, but the results still depended entirely on her.

“You talk as if it’s easy. How does anyone picture themselves as a flame? Act like one, be its destructive nature. That’s simply nonsense from those mad pyromancers of the Red Faith.” Gael adorably puffed out her cheeks and spoke in a tone full of resentment.

“Don’t be angry, my sweet princess.” Maekar laughed and gently kissed her cheek. “You’ll eventually learn; you’re just too anxious.”

There was no lie in Maekar’s words. If a dragonrider like Gael could not become a pyromancer, then that profession of extraordinary power would have gone extinct long ago.

“And the blood magic?” Maekar asked in a gentle tone, with no intention of pressuring Gael. He would never do that sort of thing.

Hearing Maekar’s question, a smile finally appeared on Gael’s red lips. She turned and faced Maekar with an excited look. “I can heal small wounds using the blood of other animals, though only tiny, superficial cuts.”

“In the future, I think I might even be able to cure some plague or fatal illness.” Gael said, her eyes shining with excitement. Of course, animal blood would not come close to being suitable for such methods.

That was something Gael had discovered using a drop of her own blood. That single drop had proven more effective for healing than the blood of an entire pig. The princess finally understood why the Valyrians had preferred human blood for their rituals and human experiments.

Gael wondered whether, had her family possessed such power before, her brothers and sisters would still be alive and House Targaryen would likely be full of descendants scattered across the continent, all of them with dragons. Unfortunately, there was no “if” in this world, only a chain of choices that had determined House Targaryen’s future.

Seeing Gael so excited about blood magic, a satisfied smile appeared on Maekar’s lips. Gael seemed genuinely happy learning blood magic.

As for himself, Maekar had not yet ventured into the scrolls of Blood Magic. For now, he had chosen to focus on Fire Magic and leave Blood Magic for later, where he could give it his full attention once he had mastered Fire Magic.

Still, Gael’s words made Maekar consider a possibility he had never thought of before. For he had never imagined he would come to possess blood magic at all.

Deifying Gael’s image in the eyes of the people, turning her into a living saint.

Just picturing Gael healing a blind man’s eyes before the smallfolk, Maekar showed a wicked smile. Honestly, the power that could bring was simply unbelievable.

When Aegon (son of Aenys I) and Rhaena (daughter of Aenys I) married, the High Septon declared the marriage an abomination, and every faithful soul in the Seven Kingdoms heard his words and rebelled against House Targaryen.

Maekar did not want that to happen once he began undermining the Faith of the Seven’s reputation. So the idea of making Gael a saint, of turning it into a miracle from the God of the Seven Faces himself, was like putting Maekar right in a religious war.

With a saint at his side, Maekar would only need to launch a holy war to purify the Faith of the Seven of its corrupt High Septon and his demonic ascetics disguised as humans.

Maekar himself was shocked by his own thoughts.

Maekar left those thoughts buried in his mind for the near future. Something like that would need to be planned carefully and with great attention. Either way, Gael still had much more to learn about Blood Magic before she could cure someone’s blindness.

“Darling, stop plotting your evil schemes and let’s enjoy the day.” Gael, seeing Maekar so focused, knew he was scheming something sinister again and spoke in an amused tone.

Maekar rolled his eyes but did not deny it and enjoyed spending the day without worrying about war or anything of the sort.

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