Chapter 228: A Conversation After Eating

Chapter 228: Chapter 228: A Conversation After Eating

After they were done eating, Jacob stored the leftovers in his pocket dimension, then he leaned back in his chair, patting his stomach with a satisfied sigh. "Ahh, that hit the spot."

He looked around and noticed everyone except Stiles and Scott staring at him with wide eyes. "Why are you guys looking at me like that?"

Tyrion’s voice was incredulous. "You just ate enough food to feed more than a hundred men."

Jacob shrugged. "And why are you surprised? You saw what I can turn into, didn’t you?"

Tyrion nodded slowly. "I did. I’m still trying to make sense of it—and that monster you killed."

Daenerys, still clutching a soda in her hand, leaned forward with curiosity. "Can you tell us why you can turn into a dragon?"

Jacob’s expression was casual, as if discussing the weather. "I’m a dragon, so it’s natural for me to turn into one. You see, the place where I’m from, people have all kinds of powers. Some can shift into animals. Some can shift into mythical creatures. There are witches and wizards. Some people can control fire, wind, earth, and so on. And there are monsters too—like the Chimera I fought. Let’s just say that the fairy tales you heard as children are real in my world."

Tyrion’s brow furrowed. "What exactly do you mean by ’my world’?"

Jacob said, "We’re not from this world." He looked at Stiles. "Stiles, explain to them about our world and the multiverse."

Stiles cleared his throat and launched into an explanation. He spoke of Earth, of Beacon Hills, of the supernatural creatures that lurked in the shadows. He spoke of the multiverse—the infinite worlds that existed parallel to each other, each with its own rules, its own magic, its own dangers.

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Two hours later, Daenerys, Tyrion, Missandei, and Grey Worm sat in stunned silence, still struggling to process everything Stiles had told them.

Daenerys’s eyes sparkled with excitement. She turned to Jacob. "Are you going to take me to your world?"

Jacob smiled warmly. "Of course. I’ll take you first to Serendell to meet Allison and the others tonight. Then I’ll take you to my world."

Daenerys nodded eagerly. "Okay." She paused, her curiosity getting the better of her. "And by the way, are all your wives dragons—like you and Malia?"

Jacob shook his head. "Malia isn’t a dragon."

Daenerys frowned. "But she has powers like yours, and her eyes—they glowed red and were dragon-like."

Jacob clarified, "No, she’s a chimera. And no, when I say chimera, I don’t mean the monster you saw in Daznak’s Pit. Although the word ’chimera’ came from an ancient word meaning that exact monster, it’s also used to describe any creature that’s a mix of two or more supernatural creatures. Malia is part werecoyote and part thunderbird. Her eyes have the thunderbird’s vertical pupils—that’s why they look dragon-like to you. And she has all the thunderbird powers, which means she can control lightning and wind and has wings."

Daenerys’s curiosity was piqued. "What about your other wives? What are they?"

Jacob said, "Allison and Melissa are both fairies. Lydia is a Banshee. And Sansa is a Phoenix." He smiled. "You can ask them to show you what they are later."

Daenerys leaned forward. "And you’re going to give me powers like them?"

Jacob nodded. "Yes. I’ll turn you into a supernatural creature too. I’ll tell you how later."

Daenerys’s smile was radiant. "Okay." She turned to Scott. "And what are you?"

Scott said, "I’m a werewolf. Which means I can turn into a wolf."

Daenerys nodded thoughtfully. "I see." She turned to Stiles, who had just let out a loud burp. She gave him a look of disgust. "Let me guess—you can turn into a pig, right?"

Scott and Jacob burst out laughing.

Stiles looked deeply offended. "No! I’m not a shapeshifter. I’m a normal human with supernatural powers." He paused, his expression turning apologetic. "And by the way, I don’t know what I did, but it seems like I offended you somehow. So I’m sorry for whatever I did or said."

Daenerys stared at him for a few seconds. Her voice was flat. "Well, to be honest, you didn’t do anything to really offend me. I just don’t like you that much from the moment I saw you. Something about you just makes me want to punch you in the face."

Stiles’s face fell. "Seriously?"

Jacob laughed. "She’s right, Stiles. You have a punchable face."

Scott nodded in agreement. "Yeah. A very punchable face."

Cogman smirked and turned to Daenerys. "My lady, if you want, I can beat Stiles for you. It would be my pleasure."

Stiles glared at Cogman. "You stay away from me, you crazy bot!" He turned to Daenerys, his voice pleading. "Please don’t order him to attack me. He’s crazy."

Daenerys smiled sweetly and said to Cogman, "Maybe another time."

Tyrion said to Jacob, "By the way, Your Grace, how is Lady Sansa doing? She’s been through a lot in King’s Landing. But at least she took her revenge by killing Joffrey—although that got me in a lot of trouble."

Jacob raised an eyebrow. "Are you perhaps harboring any revenge thoughts against her for killing your nephew and getting you arrested for it?"

Tyrion shook his head. "No. That little shit got what he deserved. As for me getting in trouble for it, it wasn’t her doing. It was my father. He knew I was innocent but still put me in a dungeon and was going to have me killed. I ended up killing him instead."

Jacob said, "Well, as much as Sansa wishes she was the one who killed Joffrey, she didn’t. She was a scapegoat, just like you. The one who did it was Littlefinger and Olenna."

Tyrion’s eyes widened. "I always suspected Littlefinger had a hand in Joffrey’s death. But now that I think about it, of course Olenna was involved too. That scheming old woman would never have let her precious granddaughter be wed to an uncontrollable beast like Joffrey."

Jacob nodded. "Littlefinger wanted to be the hero who saved Sansa from Joffrey and King’s Landing, gain her trust, and control the North through her. Olenna wanted her granddaughter to marry Tommen—who was still young, kind, and easily manipulated—instead of that psychopath Joffrey."

Tyrion took a sip of his drink and let out a sigh. "That’s King’s Landing. A cesspool of schemers and backstabbers, where the only law is ’don’t get caught.’ Everyone lies. Everyone steals. Everyone claws their way to the top over the bodies of the naive. Honorable men like Ned Stark lose their heads. I’m just grateful I escaped that place with mine still attached."

Jacob’s voice was serious. "Anyway, I don’t like owing anyone anything. Sansa told me you protected her in King’s Landing—and when they forced her to marry you, you never touched her. So I’ll grant you one request—as long as it’s within my power. But don’t ask me to spare your siblings. They’ve done too much damage to the Starks."

Tyrion’s voice was careful. "Even Jaime?"

Jacob met his gaze. "Jaime pushed Bran out a window and crippled him when Bran caught him with Cersei. If you want Jaime to live, you’ll have to beg Bran and Sansa—maybe Jon too. But don’t bother with Arya. She’ll likely kill you if you say the wrong thing. She hates the Lannisters."

Tyrion’s eyes widened. "Is Bran still alive? I thought he died in Winterfell."

Jacob shook his head. "He and Rickon are alive. Theon didn’t kill them—he killed some farm boys instead when they escaped." He paused. "Now, tell me—what is your request?"

Tyrion thought for a long moment. Finally, he spoke. "I want to visit your world. But I made a terrible mistake a few years ago. I sent my sweet and innocent niece to Dorne, and I’m afraid that something will happen to her there. Can you save her from Dorne and guarantee that you won’t hurt her—or let the Starks hurt her to get to Cersei? That’s my request."

[Quest Available: Host can sign in after saving Myrcella Lannister.]

Jacob saw the quest and smiled inwardly. ’Sweet.’ Then he said, "Alright. I can save her, and I can take you to my world too."

Tyrion’s voice was sincere. "Thank you, Your Grace."

Jacob nodded at him, then turned to Daenerys. "What’s your plan with Meereen?"

Daenerys’s expression was resolute. "I will finish what I started here before I leave."

Jacob nodded approvingly. "Alright. If that’s what you want, then go for it. I’ll make a bond with your other two dragons so you can control all three of them completely. And my family is yours now, so you can ask for help from us."

Daenerys smiled. "Okay." She hesitated for a moment, then spoke again. "You said you don’t like owing anyone anything?"

Jacob nodded. "Yeah. Why are you asking?"

Daenerys’s voice was careful. "I’m your wife now, and Jorah saved my life a few times. Although he betrayed me, he saved me again today. So I want to keep him around—if you don’t mind."

Jacob’s expression hardened. "But I do mind. Very much. That old fool is in love with you, and I don’t like the way he looks at you."

Daenerys’s voice was patient. "I know he’s in love with me. But to me, he’s like an older brother."

Jacob’s eyes narrowed. "That makes things even worse."

Daenerys frowned. "Why?"

Jacob’s voice was flat. "Because Targaryens are known for incest."

Daenerys rolled her eyes. "I don’t like him that way. He’s like an elder to me, a guardian. And whatever magical charm you have, it made you the only man I can think of. I know I’m not in love with you yet, but you’re all that occupies my mind. I barely slept last night thinking about you. And when I finally drifted off, you were there in my dreams."

Jacob smirked. "What were we doing in your dream?"

Daenerys snorted. "What do you think?"

Jacob’s grin widened. "I think we should go to your chamber and discuss your dream in detail."

Daenerys winked at him. "Not yet. Like I said before, I want to meet your wives first, and I want to get to know you better. After that, we can consummate our marriage and do whatever we want to each other all night."

Missandei cleared her throat. "Ahem. Your Grace."

Daenerys turned to her. "What?"

Missandei said, "There are people here."

Daenerys looked around and shrugged. "We’re all grown up." She turned back to Jacob. "Tell me about your decision regarding Jorah."

Jacob said, "I can save his life, but he has to stay away from you. He can join our army or go back and join the Mormonts, but he can’t stay next to you."

Daenerys raised a brow. "Save his life? Were you planning to kill him?"

Jacob shook his head. "No. He’s dying. He’s contracted a fatal disease called Greyscale. I can send him to Westeros to Melissa to heal him and create a cure for Greyscale while she’s at it."

Daenerys’s eyes widened. "Greyscale?"

Jacob nodded.

Daenerys’s voice was soft. "Okay. If you can heal him, that would be great. Thank you."

Stiles leaned forward. "What’s Greyscale?"

Tyrion’s voice was grim. "Greyscale is a death sentence packaged as stone, turning flesh into rock and men into feral monsters before it claims their lives. It begins with a prickle, a loss of feeling in your fingertips. Then the skin hardens, cracks, and turns grey as a cobblestone. It’s a slow, agonizing crawl to the grave—and before the rot takes your heart, it takes your sanity, leaving you a mindless beast." He looked at Jacob. "As far as I know, there’s no cure for it."

Jacob’s voice was confident. "Melissa is not any normal healer. She has healing powers like mine. Don’t you remember how I healed your scar yesterday? I can heal Jorah myself, but Melissa can heal him and find a cure for Greyscale in case we need it in the future."

He stood up. "Alright, Dany. Take me to your other two dragons."

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Daenerys led them through the catacombs deep beneath the Great Pyramid. The air was damp and cool, and the torchlight cast dancing shadows on the stone walls. At the end of the passage, two massive forms stirred in the darkness.

Rhaegal and Viserion. The green and cream-colored dragons were chained to the floor, their eyes wary and mistrustful.

Jacob approached them and repeated the process he had used with Drogon. One by one, the dragons accepted the contract. When it was done, he released them from their chains and fed them some Sker buffalo meat.

The dragons devoured the meat with enthusiasm. When they finished, Jacob gestured toward the entrance. "Say hello to Dany, then go find Drogon above the pyramid."

Rhaegal and Viserion hesitated for a moment, then leaned in and pressed their heads gently against Daenerys.

Tears streamed down her face as she wrapped her arms around them. "I’m so sorry I chained you."

After a while, Daenerys smiled and stepped back. "Alright. Go join Drogon. Fly as much as you want—but don’t hurt anyone, and return before dark."

With soft rumbles of acknowledgment, the two dragons took off, soaring out of the pyramid to rejoin their brother in the open sky.

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After that, Jacob and the others returned to the council chamber.

Jacob turned to Cogman. "Stay here with Dany until I come back."

Daenerys’s brow furrowed. "Where are you going?"

Jacob said, "Dorne. I’m going to retrieve Tyrion’s niece and speak with Doran Martell while I’m there. If he is willing to pledge his allegiance to me, I will heal him. I’d much rather deal with him than that madwoman Ellaria Sand."

Daenerys tilted her head. "And if he doesn’t want to pledge his allegiance to you?"

Jacob shrugged. "Then I’ll take Dorne by force when the time comes. I prefer to do it peacefully, without bloodshed—but if I have to, I don’t mind using violence."

He kissed Daenerys—a long, passionate kiss that made everyone in the room avoid their eyes. When he released her, she was out of breath. He spoke against her lips. "Alright. I’ve got to go now. I’ll be back in less than an hour."

He turned to Cogman. "This city isn’t safe. Stay next to her until I’m back."

Cogman nodded. "Don’t worry, sir. I will not let anyone touch a single hair on my lady."

Stiles stepped forward. "I’m coming with you."

Jacob wrapped Tyrion and Stiles in his telekinesis, and the three of them disappeared.

Daenerys watched them vanish, then turned to Cogman. "Cogman, tell me what you guys have done since you arrived in our world."

Cogman said, "As you wish, my lady."

He began to tell her everything—from the defeat of Stannis and his army, to Jacob killing the Jubokko demon, to the battle against the Night King’s forces at Hardhome. He spoke of the Free Folk, the giants, and the growing kingdom in the North.

Daenerys, Missandei, Grey Worm, and even Scott—who had only come back to Serendell that morning and was completely unaware of everything Jacob and the others had been up to—listened intently, their eyes growing wider with each revelation.

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