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Daenerys sat there in a daze. It was the following morning after her brother's terrible accident, and she didn't know how to feel. The last of her family was gone, and she was all alone. The idea of being alone was very frightening to her. All her life, her brother had been the one to make their decisions. He had been the one to convince wealthy patrons to take them in. He had been the one to beg and borrow when they had no food. Now it all rested on her thin shoulders.

On the bright side, she no longer had to put up with his daily abuses. The beatings she had received were too many to count. The only reason he hadn't gone too far was that he needed her to be beautiful and unblemished. She was too valuable to damage permanently. There were some days when he actually did treat her like a little sister, but sadly, most days she was seen as a commodity. He was so focused on his ultimate goal that he gave no care to anyone … even her. Daenerys shook the thoughts from her head and looked around. She had nearly forgotten what she was doing.

Sitting neck-deep in the largest bathtub that she had ever seen, she sighed as the hot water helped reduce the incredible amount of stress that she was feeling. She lifted up her hand, palm up, and held a large puff of scented, white bubbles. Inhaling deeply, she blew them off of her hand. Daenerys watched as some of the small bubbles continued to float around her.

After her brother's death, she was quickly ushered into the castle and given a room to rest. Being so out of sorts, she didn't bother to bask in the sheer luxury of the room that she was given. She simply laid down and cried for the brother she had lost. No matter how badly he treated her, he was all that she had in this world. After a long, sleepless night, she finally passed out from exhaustion, only to wake up a few hours later when the sun began shining through her bedroom window. She lay awake in bed for a while before a beautiful, young woman came into her room with a tray of food. She then explained how to use all of the devices in the bathroom that were unknown to her. A beautiful, silk dress was provided to her along with boots and undergarments. After eating, she mindlessly began bathing.

Daenerys didn't know what she was going to do. Even with the Usurper gone, she would wager that there were still people out there that wanted her dead … or wanted her as a prize. She didn't know which would be worse. Dany shivered at the thought. Dipping her head under the water to wet her hair, she grabbed a bottle of what the girl had called shampoo. In reality, it was a special concoction of Harry's that he had made. It was a combination of shampoo and conditioner that left their hair shiny, silky, and healthy. Dany poured a generous glob into her palm before rubbing it into her scalp. She couldn't help but giggle at the tingling sensation that it caused against her skin. Vigorously cleaning her hair, she dipped her head under the water again to wash the soap out. Once done, she stood up and walked up the steps to get out of the tub. Almost instantly, Harry's female drone was there to wrap a very large and fluffy towel around her nude body. Dany blushed but didn't say anything. She had dealt with servants before, but she had never had a handmaiden before. Dany guessed that this kind of behavior was normal. The girl then used another towel to dry her hair. She then sat Dany down in front of a vanity and began to brush her long, silvery blonde hair. Being pampered wasn't something that the young Princess was used to. Deciding to just go along with it, she closed her eyes and let the girl take care of her. A while later, she was dressed and left alone in her room. Not knowing what to do, she walked to a set of thick, luxurious curtains and pulled them open. Behind them was a set of double doors. She pushed the doors open and found a balcony. Wasting no time, she walked out onto the balcony and peered over the edge. Stretching before her was the entire city of Seven Swords. Her lovely, violet eyes widened at the sight. She could see everything.

The castle that she was currently in was on an island that was surrounded by crystal clear waters in every hue of blue. Flowering shrubs, fruit trees, ivies, and vines … There was greenery of such great beauty that it made Illyrio Mopatis's garden look like a vegetable patch behind a smallfolk's ramshackle hut. The surrounding buildings were forged from solid blocks of white stone and were crafted in designs that she had never seen. Waterfalls dotted the landscape and even cascaded down from the castle itself. Hundreds of ships were coming and going from both her right and her left. She could see at least six long peers that jetted out into the water and past her line of sight. A long and magnificent bridge of snowy, white stone led from the island back to the mainland where the city itself was equally spectacular. She had been staring so long that she yelped and jumped when a warm hand touched her shoulder. Dany spun around so fast that she lost her footing and nearly fell to the ground. Thankfully, a pair of strong arms caught her before she hit the ground.

Dany opened her eyes and begged her heart to slow down. It was hammering in her chest while she tried in vain to calm her wild breathing.

"I'm sorry for scaring you," a velvety, male voice told her. Dany looked up and blushed wildly. Looking down at her was the most handsome man that she had ever seen. Of course, she knew who he was the moment she laid eyes on him. He was the man that her brother had come here to see … the Dragonlord … the man who conquered the Disputed Lands. She suddenly felt incredibly embarrassed.

"Forgive me for falling on you, Your Grace!" she gasped as he placed her back on her feet.

"Think nothing of it," he waved her apologies away. "And please, call me Harold," he said, smiling at her. Daenerys's face felt dangerously hot.

"O-Of course! Will you call me Dany?" she asked, suddenly feeling stupid. Only her brother had ever called her that name.

"Indeed I will … Dany," he said, taking her hand and kissing the back of it. Dany nearly fainted. "I must apologize for what happened to your brother. Daemon can be very temperamental."

"You mustn't apologize!" she urged him. Blushing again, she went on. "I-I mean … It wasn't your fault. It was an accident," she told him. Harry smiled at her again. The young lady certainly was naive. Harry wished that her brother was still alive so that he could find another amusing way to kill the annoying twat.

"That's very gracious of you," he stated, looking her up and down. "The dress suits you wonderfully," Harry complimented her, making her face resemble a tomato. "I hope that you like it."

"It's beautiful, Your Gr… Harold." Dany corrected herself.

"I'm glad that you like it. I was hoping that you would allow me to give you a tour of my city," he said, holding out his elbow. Dany nearly tripped over herself as she rushed to slip her arm through his. "I'll take that as a yes," he chuckled.

Dany had a wonderful time as he took her around the city in a fancy, gilded carriage fit for royalty. 'He is royalty,' she had to keep reminding herself. She had to admit, the castle looked even grander from a distance. Everything in the city was beautiful. It looked brand new, which technically it was. It was by far the cleanest city that she had ever been to. The smallfolk were dressed better than some of the Lords that she had met over the years. Most civilians looked very happy like they were lucky to be in such a place. Dany had to agree with them. They were lucky indeed … especially being so close to Slaver's Bay and the Dothraki Sea.

Her favorite part of the city was what he called the Business District. She thoroughly enjoyed the hustle and bustle of the Plaza of the Dawn. Tents, stalls, tables, and even carpets on the ground held every item that she could possibly want. There were things for sale that she had never heard of. Strange gold coins from Asshai that were said to be cursed, tall, spiky fruits that had an explosion of thick green leaves poking out of the top, and even a sculpture of a twisted, nude man with the head of a fish that was carved out of an oily, black stone … all of this and more was easily purchasable at the plaza that she admired so much.

Dany was saddened when it was time to head back to the castle. She was delighted with the time that they spent together, and she didn't want the day to end. Unfortunately, the sun was beginning to dip low in the sky and dinner would be served soon.

"You know, Dany … Since it was my fault that you are left alone, it is only fair that I take responsibility," he told her as the carriage rolled back up the long bridge to the castle. She looked at him confused. "What I mean to say is that you are welcome to stay here for as long as you desire."

Her heart immediately began pounding in her chest. She looked at him as if she didn't quite hear him right. "Stay here?" she asked. Harry nodded.

"You'll be treated as a ward of my house," he explained. "Your needs will be taken care of, and I'll provide you with a weekly stipend for you to do some shopping in the city … provided you agree, of course."

"YES! Um … I mean, yes, I would like that. Thank you, Harold," she said, trying to sound less excited and more proper. On the inside, she was doing a little dance. He was letting her stay here and providing for her? What wasn't there to like about that?

Harry was smiling on the inside. Already he had Cersei and the Prince and Princess of Westeros in his grasp. Now he would have another Princess within his home. His influence was growing by the day.

The Dread Lord of Essos

Harry groaned as soft hands massaged his pecs. He kept his eyes trained on Missandei's lovely breasts as she leaned over and rubbed his chest with pleasantly-scented oil. He loved watching her perky tits jiggle as she worked his body over. They were both completely nude, and she was straddling his lap while rubbing his body.

"I believe I have been doing a good job," she told him. Harry agreed.

"My workload has increased greatly since I first started, Your Grace," she went on.

"It has," he agreed again. Her dark nipples seemed to crinkle and grow harder under his gaze.

"I have consolidated many departments which have saved you a large amount of gold," she told him. Her oily hands slid up and down his torso, from his belly to his shoulders.

"Yes. I was quite happy about that," Harry smiled as he stared her in the eyes. Missandei looked embarrassed.

Harry had been slowly trying to get her to lose her slave-like tendencies. One of the ways he was going about it was to force her to try and convince him as to why she deserved a pay raise. It was a slow process, and when you mixed in the fact that she was Naathi, and as such, she was naturally a pacifist and non-confrontational, Harry feared that she may never lose her subordinate mentality. Though he was very glad to see that she could be more domineering when it came to doing her job. To her, Harry was the highest authority, and she wanted to please him to the best of her ability.

"So I should get a raise," she smiled, feeling like she completed her task. Harry, however, smirked.

"Something is certainly rising," he said saucily. Missandei looked down and saw his massive cock sticking straight up and resting against her soft and smooth belly. She slid her hips forward and pinned his shaft against his belly. With his cock snugly secured between her perfectly smooth and wet lips, she began grinding hard against him. Harry moaned loudly. "Shit! You've convinced me," Harry shuddered. "I'll double your pay," he relented. Missandei smiled and lifted up. She grabbed him by the base of his shaft and quickly dropped down on it. Both of them moaned as her wet heat enveloped him. Harry let his fingertips caress the silky skin of her legs before his hands moved over her hips and up to her slim waist. Missandei shuddered as his fingers tickled her sensitive skin. Grabbing his hands, she pulled them up and placed them on her soft breasts. As his thumbs rubbed her hard nipples, she began rolling her hips back and forth.

"How dare you bring that girl here!" Harry suddenly heard. Tilting his head back, he saw the upside-down image of an angry Cersei Lannister.

"Who?" he asked, turning his attention back to the dusky-skinned beauty that was bringing him so much pleasure. Missandei didn't cover up. She didn't even stop fucking him. In fact, she looked proud to be the one taking care of his needs and desires. Her back bowed, and she stuck her breasts out there for them to see while Harry's hands moved down her soft, graceful back and onto her ass.

"Don't play games! You know who I'm speaking of. The Targaryen trollop!" Cersei ground out, standing there with her arms crossed over her chest.

"Why shouldn't I bring her here?" Harry asked her while moaning as Missandei tightened around him.

"She obviously wishes to take back the Iron Throne for herself!" she glared at him. Missandei squealed and came hard. Harry caressed her skin as she trembled and shook. He rolled her over and placed her on her back. Pulling out, Harry stood up and faced Cersei. Her eyes immediately lowered to stare at his hard and glistening cock.

"I've seen no signs of that. Nor would I help her if that was the case," Harry explained. "I have no desire to spend any more time than necessary back in Westeros. If she desires the throne, she'll have to find another way to get it."

"But …" Harry cut her off.

"No buts about it," he stopped her before she could continue. "She will remain here because it will benefit me, and because I command it," he told her, looking her up and down. She was wearing another new dress. It seemed that since Cersei had arrived, she wore a new dress practically every day. He knew that she was spending a fortune, but for Harry, it was only a drop in the bucket. He had to admit that she looked good in the new dress. She had taken to the fashion trends of his city. It was all Melisandre's doing. She loved to strut around in her red, silk dresses which were becoming sexier by the week. Her necklines were plunging, and every dress had a slit up to her hip. Cersei had started wearing similarly styled dresses. In fact, practically every young woman who could afford them and had the body to do them justice would wear a similar dress.

"A new dress I take it?" Harry asked. Cersei flushed slightly, looking like a kid who got their hand caught in the cookie jar.

"You brought me here to play the part of a Queen, did you not?" she asked.

"I did," Harry agreed.

"Then it is only fitting if I have a Queen's wardrobe," she argued. Harry nodded.

"Very well. Then you will do your job and teach the young girl what it takes to be a Lady of a Noble House. I will be very displeased if I find your attitude toward her to be less than pleasant," he warned. Cersei scowled but didn't argue. She had already gotten a taste of what living in Seven Swords was like, and at that point, she wasn't going to give up her lavish lifestyle. She could go out into King's Garden or even the Plaza in complete safety and shop all day without ever having to worry about anything. She adored the way the merchants and other city folk stared at her in wonder, simply because she lived with him. She lived for the moments when young men would beg her to allow them to help her in and out of her carriage, hoping for a moment of recognition or a kind word from her. She made sure that everyone knew that she came from two royal lines. In short, Cersei was having the time of her life, and Harry doubted that she would ever want to go back to Westeros. But who knows? Harry had been wrong before.

Cersei huffed and left the room. Harry turned his attention back to the lovely girl splayed across his bed.

The Dread Lord of Essos

Harry could feel the Warming Charms working in overdrive to keep the ridiculously bitter cold from instantly giving his skin frostbite. All around him, his drones were going in and out of a mine tunnel that Harry had dug for them. He was at the northernmost tip of the Frostfangs, in the Lands of Always Winter. Nothing but snow and rock stretched out before him in every direction. The wind was fierce up in the mountains, though it wasn't much better at sea level. Harry could feel that winter was coming. The amount of magic that it took to keep his drones going up there had increased over the last few months. It would get even worse once winter had set in. He may even have to pull them out and wait for Spring. Thankfully, the True North wasn't the only place on Planetos that had precious metals.

Harry dipped his hand into an open barrel. He scooped out a handful of the metallic powder stored inside. He saw the metal glint as the gold dust fell through his fingers. Dozens of barrels were already filled and sealed, some with the tiny flecks and others filled with nuggets.

Harry had already transferred hundreds of barrels to the coast where they were being loaded on ships. Those were filled with silver, however. Only a handful so far had been filled with the more valuable Platinum. Once back home, the metals would be processed and turned into coins, jewelry, and other items of value.

The new bank was just finished along the Garden Road. He styled it after the Goblin bank, Gringotts from Harry's childhood. He liked the idea of bringing a piece of his youth to his new city. The Iron Bank hadn't yet claimed it. He was still waiting on the representatives to arrive and conclude their deal. If they ended up rejecting the deal, Harry would just open his own bank. Though, he didn't see that happening. The new bank was beautiful to behold, large and spacious, and had vaults buried deep in the bedrock. Not only that, but Harry would charge way less than the building was actually worth. The Iron Bank would be idiots to turn it down.

Harry suddenly felt something in the distance. A disturbance that made his magic tingle. He had heard stories of this part of the world. There were claims that foul beasts roamed these frozen wastelands. There were even rumors of Ice Dragons that towered over the regular firebreathers. Harry had yet to see one. He squinted his eyes and looked far into the distance. Seeing nothing, he went back to work.

After he had wrapped things up in the far North, Harry eagerly went back home, desperate to thaw out. The cold that far north was unnatural. There was a magic to it that Harry couldn't explain. He also couldn't explain the strange unnatural length of the seasons. Something was going on, and Harry had no idea what. In time, he hoped to figure it out. At the moment, he was too busy getting his city up and running.

Harry got in his tub and sighed as he sat down. The hot water felt wonderful after a long day in the cold. He closed his eyes and let himself soak in the tub. It wasn't long before Melisandre walked in. He hadn't seen her that day, but she looked to be wearing one of her new dresses. This one was quite erotic. The neckline was a large V that showed off the entirety of the valley between her luscious breasts and continued downward, showing off all of her smooth, toned belly. The V ended below her belly button. The silk dress hugged her body like a second skin. The bottom had two slits, each going up to her waist. The dress suddenly pooled on the floor as she stepped into the tub with him. She settled between his legs and smiled as he started soaping up her big, round breasts.

Once he was finished with his very pleasant soak in the tub, he received some annoying news. Volantis was continuing to be a thorn in his side. They were continuously sending sellswords up the Orange Shore and into his lands. Granted, the companies that they were hiring were becoming almost laughable in their quality. By then, every company worth their salt knew to stay clear of this area. It looked like Harry needed to send them a very clear message.