Calendar of the Seven Kingdoms

In the year 129 AC, Viserys of House Targaryen, First of His Name, died bedridden.

For unknown reasons, the news had been suppressed long enough for the idea of rebellion to be adjusted in favor of Alicent's children, but Haldor had been prepared for this, so he was the first to know.

The waves on the walls had calmed; after the last great battle that marked the banishment of the White Walkers to the Well of the World's End, they had not been seen again.

During that time, Haldor had become King of his own nation; his people loved him and called him the Northern Star that never stopped shining.

"Shall we start the elimination plan?"

Haldor, who was mounted on his enormous dragon, looked at his right-hand man and said, "Kill them all and leave a message; I will personally fly home to prepare us."

Life has been hard for everyone; Haldor was no exception. He sacrificed much to change this strange and unknown world for the better.

The things he created, he knew, would benefit future generations, but now he was tired.

The end of an era had come, so it was time for others to take over.

As a normal person with no aspirations to be king, he needed to ensure that things didn't get out of control, so his people in the capital of the kingdom would make sure his wife ascended the throne.

Boom!

Haldor, on his enormous dragon, landed far from the city. Azazel, who was a true dragon, was not someone who could be confined to a pit or left to roam the city.

"Stay close, my friend."

Rrrr!!!

As soon as he dismounted his dragon, a group of knights appeared to escort him to his castle.

"So quickly have you returned?" Rhaenyra, who was now a much more mature woman than before, was surprised to see her husband.

Haldor, who was forged by battles, smiled slightly and said, "I must ensure your ascension to the throne."

"I know you don't care about the Seven Kingdoms, so why bother?" Rhaenyra had learned of certain plans to violate her father's oath, but she was so content with her children and husband that she didn't care much.

"We have not been chosen as heroes; we are merely puppets who can forge a much better path, and I deeply believe that at least we will leave this world much better than it was." Haldor approached his wife and embraced her, his eyes reflecting his exhaustion.

Killing has its problems; Haldor had done it often, but as he had intended, he created a force that easily surpasses the Seven Kingdoms.

As the inventor of gunpowder, cannons, and steam balloons, he was even mentioned in books as the wise one.

But those things didn't matter to him; the only thing he wanted was to have humanity united in case the enemies he had been facing rose again.

"My whisperers are everywhere; they will kill those who want to usurp your throne, so prepare to claim what is yours." Haldor looked into Rhaenyra's eyes, but at that moment, hurried footsteps were heard, and three figures entered one after the other.

"Dad!"

Haldor's weary expression slowly changed, and with a beautiful smile, he asked, "Where are my beautiful children?"

"I didn't think you'd return until the end of the year."

Rhaenyra approached and said, "Their father has had to protect the Seven Kingdoms as Commander-in-Chief of the Night's Watch, but it seems he will be with us more from now on."

"Is it true, Dad?"

"Yes, I will be with you from now on," said Haldor, smiling slightly.

Everyone had obligations, and he hoped his children would fulfill theirs as well.

That is the weight of the glory and privileges they bear on their shoulders.