Chapter 230: The Dragon’s Gifts

Chapter 230: Chapter 230: The Dragon’s Gifts

Jacob materialized in the back streets of Braavos with Stiles and the others. The city was a maze of canals and stone bridges. The scent of saltwater and spices filled the air.

He used his water element and splashed Jaime, Bronn, and Myrcella in their faces to wake them up.

The three of them jolted awake, their eyes wide with terror as they looked at Jacob.

Jacob’s voice was calm. "Alright, Tyrion. Talk to them. And be quick."

Tyrion looked at Jaime with an awkward smile. "Hello, brother."

Jaime’s eyes darted between Jacob and Stiles warily before settling on Tyrion. His voice was laced with old anger. "I swore if I saw you again, I would cut you in half."

Tyrion’s voice was dry. "It will take you a while without a sword."

Jaime was not amused.

Tyrion took a step forward, his voice earnest. "He was going to execute me. He knew I was innocent. He didn’t hate me for anything I did—he hated me for who I am. The little monster sent to punish him..."

Jaime cut him off, his voice full of rage. "What do you want? And why did you bring us to wherever this place is?" He looked at Jacob. "Who is he?"

Tyrion’s voice was calm. "His name is Jacob Alexander. I don’t know if you’ve heard of him, but he’s a new rising king in Westeros and will soon take over the whole continent. Anyway, this is Braavos. We brought you three here to save your lives. Ellaria was going to kill Myrcella to get to Cersei—and probably kill you and Bronn too."

Jaime’s voice was flat. "Well, thank you, then."

Myrcella’s voice was sharp. "Where is Trystane? I want to be with him."

Tyrion’s expression was apologetic. "Trystane is still in Dorne. We couldn’t bring him with us."

Myrcella shouted, her voice breaking. "First you sent me away from my family to Dorne, and now you’ve separated me from the man I love! I hate you!"

Tyrion sighed. "I’m sorry. If I had left you there, you would have died."

Myrcella’s voice was bitter. "Death might be better for me."

Tyrion took a step toward her. "Don’t say that."

She shouted at him, backing away. "Don’t come near me! I hate you!"

Tyrion looked at Jaime. "I couldn’t bring Trystane. If you take him back to King’s Landing with you, you know Cersei will never allow him to be with Myrcella—not after she discovers that Dorne now answers to a king who isn’t her."

Jaime looked at Jacob. "Dorne swore allegiance to him?"

Tyrion nodded. "Yes. A war is coming, Jaime. A war that Cersei cannot win—and cannot survive, even if she bends the knee. So how about you stay here with Myrcella and never go back to King’s Landing?"

Jaime’s voice was stubborn. "You want me to abandon Cersei?"

Tyrion’s voice was pleading. "I want you to protect your children. Tommen is safe, away from King’s Landing. He gave up the throne. So don’t take Myrcella to King’s Landing. You’ll only get her killed."

Jaime’s voice was firm. "I will keep her safe."

Tyrion shook his head. "You can’t. Cersei has too many enemies. They will kill Myrcella to get to her."

Jaime’s voice was resolute. "I won’t abandon Cersei, and I won’t abandon Myrcella."

Tyrion’s voice was patient. "At least leave Myrcella with me. I promise you, she will be safe and live a good life."

Myrcella’s voice was defiant. "I don’t want to go with either of you. I want to go back to Dorne."

Tyrion’s voice was firm. "You can’t. You’ll die."

Myrcella’s voice was cold. "Then just let me die. You don’t have to care about me. If you don’t take me back to Dorne, I will end my life."

Jacob listened to the steady rhythm of her heartbeat and knew she was telling the truth. The quest to save her hadn’t been successful yet either—which meant she hadn’t yet been fully saved.

He said, "Tyrion, the girl is telling the truth. She will probably take her own life."

Tyrion’s voice was desperate. "What should I do?"

Jacob’s voice was thoughtful. "I can erase her memories and make her forget Trystane. Although it’s cruel, it will save her life."

Myrcella’s voice was sharp with fear. "Don’t you dare!" She backed away. "Have you never been in love? Would you ever want to forget the person you love?"

Jacob’s voice was gentle. "I have a few women I love, and I would never want to forget them."

Myrcella’s voice was defiant. "Then how can you be so cruel as to make me forget my love? I would rather you kill me."

Jacob sighed. "Sansa said you were nice to her, and she loves romance stories. If she knew I made you forget your love, she would never forgive me."

Myrcella’s eyes widened. "Sansa Stark?"

Jacob nodded. "Yeah. She’s my wife."

Myrcella’s voice was hopeful. "W-will you take me back to Dorne, then? Please?"

Jacob shook his head. "No. You’ll die there." He paused. "Give me a moment."

He disappeared.

---

Jacob appeared back in the Water Gardens. He found that Ellaria had already killed Doran, and the Sand Snakes were about to kill Trystane after waking him up.

Tyene’s dagger was poised to slit Trystane’s throat.

Jacob waved his hand and froze Tyene in place.

Ellaria panicked, thinking Jacob was angry and wanted to punish Tyene. "Your Grace—"

Jacob cut her off. "Relax. My wife owes Tyrion and Myrcella. Myrcella said she would die if she couldn’t be with Trystane. I’m here to take him to her. But don’t worry—he will never come back to Dorne."

He released Tyene, and she backed away from Trystane.

Jacob looked at Trystane. "Do you want to live with Myrcella and never come back to Dorne or seek revenge for your father? Or do you want to die here? Choose."

Trystane glared at Jacob. "Kill me."

Jacob shrugged. "Well, I tried. So now let me make you Myrcella’s dog. It’s better than dying."

His eyes glowed red, and he froze Trystane in place with his telekinesis. He stepped closer, locking eyes with him, and used his compulsion ability.

"Your father died of sickness. You gave up your lordship willingly so you could live with the love of your life, Myrcella. You will love her for the rest of your life and be loyal to her."

Trystane remained in a daze, his eyes glassy.

Jacob looked at Ellaria. "Alright. Carry on. Don’t worry about him ever again."

He disappeared with Trystane.

---

Jacob appeared next to Tyrion and the others in Braavos.

Myrcella shouted happily, "Trystane!" She ran to him and hugged him tightly.

Trystane came out of his daze and hugged her back, his voice warm. "I missed you."

A system window appeared in front of Jacob’s eyes.

[Quest: Saving Myrcella Lannister — Successful. Rewards Available for Sign-In.]

Jacob dismissed the window and left the sign-in for later. He looked at Tyrion. "Everything is good now. You just need to decide where to send her."

Tyrion looked at Jaime. "Let me take her with me. She’ll be safe."

Jaime asked, "Is Tommen with you?"

Tyrion shook his head. "No. But he’s safe."

Jaime looked at Myrcella. "Myrcella, what do you think?"

Myrcella’s voice was firm. "Will I be able to stay with Trystane if I go back to King’s Landing?"

Jaime sighed. "Probably not."

Myrcella’s voice was resolute. "Then we’re going with Uncle."

Jacob said to Myrcella. "Alright. Say goodbye to your uncle—or father, or whatever he is to you—and let’s go."

Myrcella said an awkward goodbye to Jaime.

Jaime looked at Tyrion. "Take care of my daughter."

Tyrion’s voice was sincere. "I will."

Jacob wrapped Stiles, Tyrion, Myrcella, and Trystane in his telekinesis and teleported back to the council chamber in Meereen.

---

Jacob found the council chamber empty. He walked with the others to the throne room and found Daenerys there with Cogman, Scott, Missandei, and Grey Worm.

Daenerys was sitting on her throne, glaring at a bald man standing at the bottom of the stairs.

Jacob walked to her, kissed her, then lifted her and sat down on the throne with her on his lap. "Why are you angry?"

Daenerys’s voice was flat. "I’m not angry." She nodded toward the bald man. "He served my father. He served Robert Baratheon. Then he served Joffrey and his brother Tommen. When he doesn’t like a king, he always takes it upon himself to find a better one. Now he’s here, trying to serve me."

Jacob looked at the bald man. "Well, Varys is kind of a good man. We might have a use for him. And of course, if he betrays us, his head will roll."

Varys hesitated, then spoke carefully. "May I ask who you are, my lord?"

Jacob stood up, carrying Daenerys in his arms. "Cogman, you can go back home now. And Tyrion, tell your bald friend who I am after you settle your niece. Daenerys and I will be back tomorrow."

With that, Jacob and Daenerys disappeared.

---

They reappeared near the wilderness of Moat Cailin, landing on top of a grassy mountain plateau.

Daenerys looked around. "Where are we?"

Jacob’s voice was warm. "Westeros. Near a place called Moat Cailin."

He put her down, and she looked at him with curiosity. "Why are we here?"

Jacob’s expression softened. "I have some gifts I want to give you. But first, let’s get rid of that curse on your body."

Daenerys’s eyes lit up with hope. "Okay."

Jacob waved his hand and used his healing touch. A white light shot from his palm and enveloped Daenerys’s entire body, staying on her for several moments as Jacob poured energy into her.

After a while, Daenerys screamed and clutched her stomach. Black blood began to flow from her crotch, and a cloud of darkness escaped from her mouth.

The process lasted for a minute before the bleeding stopped and the darkness ceased leaving her mouth. The white light of Jacob’s healing ability faded.

Daenerys looked at Jacob, her voice trembling with hope. "Can I have children now?"

Jacob smiled. "Yes. I got rid of the curse that was in your body. Now you can have children."

Daenerys hugged him tightly and began to cry. "Thank you." Her soft tears turned to sobs, and her body shook with emotion.

Jacob just held her, letting her release the pain she had carried for so long.

After she calmed down, Jacob raised her chin. "How about we start trying for a child? Like right now."

Daenerys said, "I’ll be honest with you—I’ve wanted to sleep with you since I saw you yesterday. But I’m having my moon blood right now. It will still last for a few days. That’s why I said I wanted to get to know you better."

Jacob’s expression softened. "You’re on your period? That’s a shame. But I’m in no hurry. I’ll wait. And once you become a supernatural creature, your period will only last for a day. You can talk to Melissa and my other wives about that later."

Daenerys broke their hug and looked at her clothes. "I need to go clean myself."

Jacob took a cleaning spell scroll from his pocket dimension and handed it to her. "Open it and think about learning what’s inside."

Daenerys opened the scroll, and a white light entered between her brows. She closed her eyes, learning the spell. After a few moments, she opened them and cast the spell on herself. She watched in excitement as the blood on her dress disappeared and she felt clean and fresh.

"Thank you," she said, her voice full of wonder. "I love this spell."

Jacob smiled. "Alright. There’s more I want to give you."

He handed her the Hulk serum. After she drank it and her body absorbed it, he gave her the Luke Cage serum.

After that, he sparred with her to help her control her new strength. She wasn’t scared of fighting like Sansa—she was more like Malia, wild and aggressive. Every time he beat her, she stood up with a wide smile on her face and attacked him again.

After four hours, Daenerys lay on the ground, still grinning.

Jacob sat next to her. "I didn’t know you liked fighting."

Daenerys’s voice was breathless. "I didn’t know either."

She tackled him to the ground and kissed him passionately for a while, then laid her head on his chest. "Thank you. Although today I almost died, it’s the best day of my life."

Jacob’s voice was warm. "So you don’t regret marrying me, huh?"

Daenerys’s voice was thoughtful. "At first, I didn’t want to. Even though I was attracted to you and you told me you could heal me and make me able to have children, I still didn’t want to give up my ambition. But when I saw Drogon dying and realized I was going to die along with Missandei, I decided to accept marrying you."

Jacob smirked. "I should be thankful to those idiots who tried to kill you then."

Daenerys laughed. "Actually, I should be the one thankful to them. If they hadn’t forced me to accept marrying you, I would have been stubborn and delayed accepting your marriage as long as I could."

Jacob’s voice was teasing. "So you really don’t regret giving up the Iron Throne?"

Daenerys’s voice was sincere. "Compared to everything you’ve given me, the Iron Throne is worth nothing. And I’m also very excited about visiting other worlds." She paused. "Besides, I’m still going to be a queen."

Jacob looked at the happy Daenerys and smiled. He kissed her forehead. "Alright. Let me give you some other things, and then let’s go home."

Jacob gave her the other scrolls: Firaga, Lightning Beast, Quen Shield, Accio Charm, and Repair Spell. She learned them all, practicing each with an excited, happy smile.

He gave her a Concealment Charm Bracelet, a Phoenix Down, and a cup of Fountain of Youth water. She drank it happily after learning its effect.

Then he pulled a space ring from his pocket dimension and slid it onto her ring finger. "Drop your blood on it."

Daenerys loved the white gold ring with a dragon’s head with two blood-red diamonds for its eyes. She squeezed her bleeding finger after Jacob made a small cut on it with his claw and let a drop fall onto the ring before her finger could heal. Her eyes widened as she felt the connection and understood what the ring was.

She immediately stored the Phoenix Down in the ring and retrieved it several times, a happy smile on her face.

Jacob gave her a Spartan Laser and taught her how to use it. After she fired a few shots, she stored it in her ring.

He gave her a Sling Ring and taught her how to use it.

Jacob said, "I still have a wyvern egg to give you, but wait until you become a supernatural creature. The wyvern you hatch will gain some of your abilities."

He took a beautiful white dress and some underwear from his pocket dimension—clothes the system had given him as a reward. "Wear these. They’re self-cleaning and can also protect you from normal weapons—not that you need that."

Daenerys took the clothes. "Thank you. I can’t meet your wives wearing my torn clothes."

She smirked and began undressing in front of him slowly, without shame.

Jacob was a shameless pervert too, so he just stared at her, admiring her body until she dressed.

Daenerys’s voice was teasing. "Did you like what you saw?"

Jacob’s voice was honest. "Very much. Too bad I can only watch for now."

He hugged her and gave her a deep, passionate kiss that left her breathless. "Let’s go get Missandei and Scott. Then let’s go home."

Daenerys’s expression grew serious. "I meant to ask—what does Scott want with my Missandei?"

Jacob’s voice was casual. "He wants her."

Daenerys frowned. "Missandei was a slave before I saved her. She wasn’t a bed-slave, and she’s still a virgin. But she was still a slave. I don’t want him to mistreat her when he learns she used to be a slave—or break up with her and break her heart."

Jacob’s voice was reassuring. "Don’t worry. Scott is a good guy. He won’t care if she was a slave. And Mel and I will beat his ass if he mistreats Missandei."

Daenerys’s voice was firm. "Well, make sure to warn him. Missandei is like my sister. I don’t want to see her wronged."

Jacob nodded. "I’ll talk to him. Now let’s go. Open a portal to Meereen with your Sling Ring."

Daenerys broke their hug and focused on the image of the throne room in the Great Pyramid. She waved her hand in a circle, and a circular portal with sparkling edges appeared. On the other side was her throne in Meereen.

Daenerys’s voice was full of joy. "I did it! And it was easy. I thought opening a portal that distant would be hard, but it was so easy."

Jacob smiled and took her hand. They walked through the portal into the throne room. The portal closed behind them.

They didn’t find anyone in the throne room.

Jacob used his x-ray vision and found Scott and Missandei standing near a window on the upper floors of the pyramid, talking.

He teleported with Daenerys there.

Missandei was startled. Scott just looked at Jacob. "I’ll stay here tonight."

Jacob shook his head. "No. Missandei is like Dany’s sister, so it’s fine to bring her to Serendell."

Missandei heard that and looked at Daenerys with wide eyes.

Daenerys hugged her. "He’s right."

Missandei’s eyes welled up with tears. Daenerys wiped them away and smiled. "Alright. Don’t cry."

She looked at Scott. "Don’t you dare hurt her."

Scott’s voice was sincere. "I won’t."

Jacob opened a portal to Serendell. "Let’s go."

The four of them stepped through the portal.

To be continued... ??

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