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บท 85: Chapter 85 Valyrian Steel Sword- Dawn

Gavin's eyes swept over the myriad treasures in the treasury before his gaze locked on the shelf displaying weapons. Slowly, he approached, his hand brushing lightly over the Valyrian steel swords that glinted with an otherworldly sheen.

He carefully examined each blade, his movements deliberate, until his eyes caught a faint but unmistakable emblem etched into the hilt of one sword—a sigil of the Bellerys family. His breath caught. This was no ordinary sword. It was Dawn, the ancestral blade of the Bellerys family, lost for generations.

Gavin's expression flickered with surprise, then softened into quiet reverence. He picked up the sword with both hands, feeling its weight. The blade was long, slender, and perfectly straight, its surface gleaming with a silver-white brilliance. The edge was impossibly thin, razor-sharp, and imbued with an aura of power that made the air around it hum.

The hilt, crafted from dragon bone, was simple yet elegant. Its slightly curved guard was designed for both function and form, offering protection without sacrificing balance.

As he held Dawn, Gavin felt a flood of emotions—pride, longing, and resolution. His thoughts drifted to his late mother, who often spoke of the lost sword with sadness in her voice. "At last," he murmured, "your regret is no more."

Sliding the sword into a scabbard he found nearby, Gavin continued to explore the treasury, his steps lighter now. His eyes scanned the treasures until they fell upon a central pedestal where six dragon egg fossils were neatly arranged.

Carefully, he lifted one of the eggs, its shell a mottled mixture of crimson and black. Using his magic, he probed its surface, expecting only the cold stillness of fossilized stone. Instead, he froze, startled. Deep within, a faint but undeniable pulse of life stirred.

Excitement surged through him. He checked the other eggs, hoping to find similar signs of vitality, but each one remained lifeless.

His decision was immediate. With care, he cradled the living dragon egg and turned toward the water dancer standing at the vault's entrance. "I've made my choice," he called.

The water dancer inclined his head. "Sir Gavin, please follow me."

Outside the Palace

Instead of leading Gavin back to the Sea King, the water dancer escorted him directly outside the Neptune Palace. Gavin glanced back but shrugged off the slight. He had gained more than he'd hoped for.

Handing the dragon egg to one of his Blood Dragon Guards, Gavin walked calmly toward the port, his mind already turning toward their next destination.

In the Throne Room

Back in the palace, the water dancer stood before the Sea King. Rego Antalian, seated regally on his ornate throne, looked down with a piercing gaze. "What did he choose?"

The water dancer bowed low. "A Valyrian steel sword and a dragon egg fossil."

The Sea King frowned, his face darkening. "A dragon egg fossil? Which one?"

The water dancer described the egg, and the Sea King's frown deepened. "Could it have been intact?" he muttered, his voice barely audible.

He leaned back, rubbing his temples as a pang of regret washed over him. "No," he reassured himself, "the odds are too slim. It's probably just a useless relic."

Still, the loss gnawed at him. Two priceless treasures, gone. Yet, the Sea King consoled himself with one thought—Gavin was gone, and Braavos was spared further trouble.

The Bellerys

When Gavin returned to the ship, Daenerys was waiting anxiously at the gangplank. The moment she saw him, she rushed forward, throwing her arms around him.

"Gavin! You're safe!" she exclaimed, her voice trembling with relief.

Gavin smiled, stroking her hair gently. "I'm fine. The Sea King wouldn't dare act rashly against me."

She pulled back slightly, her eyes glistening with emotion. "I was so worried. Promise me you won't take such risks again."

He cupped her face tenderly. "I promise to always return to you."

She nodded, leaning into his embrace. After a moment, she looked up. "Where are we going now?"

Gavin turned toward the sea, his expression thoughtful. "The Sea King has permitted us to leave. But before we return to the Stepstones, there's something I need. We'll sail north to the lands beyond the Wall. There's timber there—great woods perfect for crafting the keels of warships. I'll need them for what's coming."

Daenerys smiled softly. "Wherever you go, I'll follow."

Departure

With Gavin's orders, the fleet sprang into action. Sailors untied ropes and raised sails, the wind snapping them taut as the ships set out. The Bellerys led the way, gliding steadily toward the canyon's mouth.

Gavin stood at the bow, Daenerys by his side. She glanced back at Braavos, watching the city of her childhood fade into the distance. The once-familiar streets, bustling markets, and friendly faces became nothing more than blurred memories. A mix of sadness and relief filled her heart.

"You'll miss it, won't you?" Gavin asked gently, noticing her expression.

She nodded, meeting his gaze with a small smile. "A part of me will. But I know I'm where I'm meant to be."

They exchanged a quiet smile as the fleet passed through the Titan's shadow, leaving Braavos behind. The vast sea stretched before them, full of promise and danger.

A Gift

Back in the cabin, Gavin set a small box on the table and motioned for Daenerys to join him. "The Sea King allowed me to take something as compensation for you. I think you'll like it."

Daenerys leaned forward, her curiosity piqued. "What is it?"

Gavin smiled and opened the box, revealing the crimson dragon egg nestled inside. Its shell seemed to glow faintly, veins of fiery red streaking across its surface.

Daenerys gasped, her hands flying to her mouth. "A dragon egg? Is this real?"

Gavin nodded. "Not just real—it's alive. I felt its vitality with my magic."

Her eyes filled with wonder as she reached out to touch the egg. Her fingers traced its surface delicately, as though afraid to harm it. "It's beautiful," she whispered. "Viserys always spoke of the dragon eggs on Dragonstone, but I never thought I'd see one with my own eyes."

Gavin watched her reaction with quiet satisfaction before asking, "Did Viserys ever tell you how the Targaryens hatched dragons?"

Daenerys looked up, her face alight with excitement. "He said it was a closely guarded secret of our house, but... maybe I can figure it out."

Gavin smiled. "Then let this be the beginning of something new for House Targaryen."

The dragon egg glimmered under the cabin's lantern light, a symbol of hope and the future, as the fleet sailed toward its next chapter.


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บท 86: Chapter 86 How to hatch Dragons

Daenerys thought for a moment and said, "Viserys told me some stories about families hatching dragon eggs. There doesn't seem to be a specific method. The Targaryens would place dragon eggs in the cradles of newborns. If you're lucky, it could hatch. There were also attempts to hatch dragon eggs in a high-temperature environment. After the Dance of the Dragons, no dragon eggs hatched successfully. The Targaryens tried countless methods after that. Wizards were involved, and even a king perished in the attempt."

"The tragedy of Summerhall?" Gavin interrupted immediately.

Daenerys nodded. "Yes. Viserys told me that King Aegon V prepared seven dragon eggs and tried to use wildfire to hatch them at Summerhall. But the wildfire spread out of control. King Aegon V, his eldest son, and many members of the royal family perished in the disaster, and the dragon eggs vanished without a trace."

As she spoke, Daenerys realized the immense difficulty of hatching dragon eggs, and a wave of disappointment washed over her.

Gavin fell into deep thought. "It seems the Targaryen method of hatching dragon eggs is incomplete, largely relying on luck," he murmured, recalling the records in the Dragon Lair of Belerys.

According to the stone tablet in the Dragon Cave, besides natural incubation, dragon eggs could be forcibly hatched by dragon flame if they still contained life. The ceremony didn't require any sacrifices, but the blood of the Unburnt was essential. The dragon egg would need to be immersed in a container filled with the blood of the Unburnt and then continuously burned with dragon flame. The Unburnt's blood would prevent the egg from being destroyed and absorb the magic contained in the flames.

Gavin looked up at Daenerys, offering her a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, the Belerys family has a method. We can try it."

Daenerys's eyes brightened. "Really? Can we try it now?"

Gavin chuckled softly, his smile still in place. "Not quite yet. The containers required for the ceremony must be made of dragon crystal. While we have some on the ship, it's scattered across various dragon crystal mines. We'll need to go ashore, collect the necessary materials, and make the containers using dragon flame. Then, we can perform the ceremony to hatch the dragon eggs."

Daenerys nodded, suppressing her excitement. "Okay, Gavin, let's wait."

At this point, the fleet arrived at the intersection of the Strait and the Shivering Sea. The sea was turbulent, with rough waves crashing together, sending up layers of white foam.

The wind howled across the sea, stirring up massive waves. The sky was overcast with dark clouds, and distant thunder rumbled, as if the sea itself were venting its fury and mystery.

Gavin planned to head to Skane Island first and attempt to hatch the dragon eggs there.

Skane Island was a small, desolate landmass located to the northwest of Skagos Island, farther north than the Wall. The Skane people had long been raided, killed, or devoured by the Skagos people, leaving the island nearly uninhabited. It lay just a short distance from the Hardhome market at Stodd's Head, only half a day's flight away, making it an ideal stopover for Gavin and his fleet.

Meanwhile, on Bloodstone Island, a ship flying the flag of the Crowned Stag finally docked after more than a month of sailing.

As Petyr's ship slowly approached the shore, Boris, who had been alerted, was already at the docks, ready to greet him.

Petyr descended gracefully from the ship, and Boris stepped forward with a warm smile. "Dear Lord Petyr, welcome back to Bloodstone Island. I've heard you've recently been appointed Minister of Finance, and I must say, I am delighted for you! What instructions do you have for us today?"

Petyr bowed slightly, offering a polite smile. "Thank you for your kind words, Governor Boris. It's an honor to serve His Majesty the King and the Prime Minister. I am here to deliver instructions on their behalf, under the orders of the Royal Council."

Governor Boris raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. "Sir, please, do elaborate."

Petyr took out a finely crafted scroll, tied with gold thread, and handed it to Boris. His voice grew serious as he spoke. "From now on, tax officers will be stationed on the Stepstone Islands, following the model of the five major ports in Westeros. The taxes will be collected by the officer I've brought, and after annual assessments, they will be distributed to Sir Gavin in the corresponding proportion."

Governor Boris's face stiffened. He quickly responded, "Sir Petyr, Lord Gavin is not in the territory at the moment. I am merely the governor of Bloodstone Island, and I really have no authority to make such decisions."

Petyr shook his head slightly, his tone remaining calm yet firm. "Governor Boris, this is an order from the Royal Council. It cannot be refused."

Boris frowned, taking a moment to think. Finally, he replied, "In that case, as you wish. Your tax officer may collect the taxes, but my people must oversee the process. Also, no taxes will be removed from Bloodstone Island without final approval once Lord Gavin returns."

Petyr nodded graciously. "That will suffice for now. I appreciate your cooperation, Governor Boris."

After a brief pause, he added, "One more thing. According to the laws of the kingdom, the Stepstone Islands are prohibited from purchasing slaves. Please be vigilant on this matter."

Governor Boris frowned, nodding slowly. "I understand, Sir. I'll ensure it's noted, though implementing it will require Lord Gavin's return."

Petyr's expression turned serious. "That is to be expected, but until Lord Gavin returns, no ships transporting slaves are to enter the Stepstone Islands."

Once Petyr had been settled, Boris quickly returned to his residence. His face was grave as he summoned his men.

"Go, send someone to keep an eye on the newcomers from the ship. Don't overlook any of their movements. Report anything suspicious to me immediately. Also, send word to Commander Hassan, who's cruising near Grey Gallows Island. We cannot afford mistakes!" Boris barked.

His men responded in unison, quickly scattering to carry out his orders.

After more than ten days of sailing, the fleet finally arrived at Skane Island. The island looked bleak and desolate, with jagged rocks and sparse vegetation. The wind howled, freezing and bitter, as though it could chill the very bone.

Two warships lowered their boats, filled with soldiers, who disembarked carefully to conduct reconnaissance.

Gavin was busy as well. He summoned Syndor, took the dragon crystal prepared earlier, and mounted Syndor with Daenerys. Together, they soared into the sky, flying toward the island.

From above, the scene on the island became clearer. Large patches of exposed rock, with only a few hardy, cold-resistant plants struggling to grow, dotted the land. The distant mountain peaks were capped with snow, standing cold and majestic beneath the overcast sky.

Gavin and Daenerys, perched atop Syndor, felt the biting wind as they flew toward a cliff by the sea.


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