Game Of Thrones: Another Dragons

Chapter 56

The Bahamut spoke with an authority that left no room for argument. "I will deal with the remains of Lannister. While you gather men and take down his loyalists one by one. Make sure traces of Lannister blood won't get away," he commanded.

With those instructions, Bahamut rose, invoking magic that unleashed a blinding light. Aegon shielded his eyes, unable to witness the mystical events unfolding before him. When the radiance faded, Aegon opened his eyes to a perplexing sight – a naked man stood in place of the mighty dragon.

Confusion etched across Aegon's face, he questioned the stranger, "Who are you?" The man met Aegon's gaze with a familiar intensity and uttered a single word, "Bahamut."

Aegon's mind reeled, grappling with the incongruity of the situation. He had expected a dragon, not a naked man claiming to be Bahamut. Doubt clouded his perception, and he muttered to himself, "Am I dreaming?"

Approaching Aegon with purpose, the man who called himself Bahamut dismissed the notion, saying, "No, you are not. It's just I never showed you my human form. What really I am." Aegon struggled to reconcile this new reality with the dragon he knew.

As Aegon processed the surreal encounter, he couldn't help but question further, "Pop, why do I feel like you're behaving more like a human?" Bahamut, now stretching his arms casually, dismissed the observation with a nonchalant response, "You are just imagining. Now, do what I said."

Aegon, torn between awe and bewilderment, hesitated before relenting. "Enough," Bahamut declared, a hint of impatience in his tone. "At least go and bring me a dress to cover my a**." Aegon, still grappling with the strangeness of the situation, nodded and moved to fulfill the request.

When Bahamut's transformation into a true dragon, a cascade of unfamiliar memories and knowledge flooded his consciousness. Each passing day unveiled new facets of his existence, including the extraordinary ability to shape-shift. However, amidst the newfound awareness, a perplexing question lingered in Bahamut's mind: what had he been before becoming a dragon? A wyvern, perhaps? The uncertainty gnawed at him, compelling Bahamut to seek answers.

With a resolve to uncover the origin of Valyrian dragons, Bahamut contemplated a journey to Valyria. Yet, for the time being, he set aside these bewildering thoughts, placing them on hold.

Meanwhile accompanied by male servants, Aegon approached the dragon, who is naked. The servants, perplexed by the sight of their young king conversing with a naked man, couldn't help but speculate about the nature of their relationship, jumping to assumptions that Aegon might be homosexual.

With a selection of dresses in hand, Bahamut chose a sleek black dress that suited his newfound form. Calling the hesitant servants closer, he decided to take a preventive measure. A wave of magic emanated from Bahamut, momentarily blanking the servants' minds. He erased their recent memories to ensure that no rumors or misconceptions would arise about him and Aegon.

With a flick of his hand, Bahamut signaled the departing servants to leave the entrance of Dragonmont. Aegon, giving a nod of approval, watched as the bewildered servants left, their minds momentarily clouded by the dragon's magic.

Alone in the Dragonmont entrance with Aegon, Bahamut turned his attention to the reflection he conjured using his mystical abilities. "I'm good," he remarked, assessing the changes he had made to his appearance. Golden eyes, black hair, a flawless complexion, and pale skin formed a striking image.

However, Bahamut, in a moment of contemplation, decided to refine his appearance further. With a subtle adjustment, he changed his hair, transforming it into a silver-white hue reminiscent of Valyrian beauty. Aegon observed the transformation in silence, witnessing the dragon shaping his form to meet a new standard of splendor.

Satisfied with the outcome, Bahamut shifted his gaze to Aegon. "Aegon, make me your hand for now," he requested. Aegon, momentarily taken aback, blinked in surprise before responding with a simple "Okay."

Without waiting for Aegon to approach, Bahamut moved gracefully towards the castle, his newly transformed presence radiating confidence. Aegon, realizing the abruptness of the situation, called out, "Wait," seeking clarity in the unfolding events.

The hall buzzed with anticipation as Aegon, flanked by his guards, entered to meet the waiting Lords of Westeros. Their purpose here, the crown ceremony, had concluded, and the Lords were eager to return to their lands. A sense of urgency lingered in the air, and they had gathered to seek the young king's presence before departing.

As Aegon took his seat in the ancestral throne, the attention of many was drawn to the enigmatic figure at his side – Bahamut. With golden eyes and silver hair that mirrored the young king's own features, Bahamut exuded an otherworldly presence that left onlookers both intrigued and perplexed. Unbeknownst to them, the dragon that had once struck fear into their hearts now stood beside Aegon, shrouded in the guise of a man.

Seated in his ancestral seat, Aegon acknowledged the gathered Lords. "My Lords, I appreciate your presence here. What brings you at this moment?" he inquired.

Lord Tarly stepped forward, a stern expression on his face. "Your Grace, we've come to discuss matters of the realm and to seek your guidance before we return to our lands. The Crown Ceremony was a grand affair, but our duties await us."

Aegon nodded, acknowledging their concerns. "Speak, my Lords. I am here to listen and guide as the ruler of the Seven Kingdoms."

Another Lord, bolder than the rest, broached the sensitive topic. "Your Grace, we understand the need for celebration, but the matter of House Lannister still lingers. How do you propose we handle the remnants of their influence?"

Aegon, exchanging a brief glance with Bahamut, addressed the Lords. "The remains of House Lannister will be dealt with. I have appointed a trusted advisor to oversee this task. Each of you will play a vital role in dismantling their loyalists and ensuring that traces of Lannister blood do not taint the realm any further."

Bahamut, standing tall at Aegon's side, radiated an air of authority that did not escape the notice of the Lords. The same dragon who had issued the command earlier now stood as a silent sentinel, ready to enforce the young king's will.

The Lords, unaware of the true nature of the being beside Aegon, exchanged glances. One of them voiced their concerns, "Your Grace, who is this advisor you speak of? And how shall we coordinate this effort to purge the remnants of House Lannister?"

Aegon, with a glance at Bahamut, spoke decisively, "My Lords, meet my Hand – Bahamut. He shall guide you in this endeavor, and together we will cleanse the realm of the lingering shadows of enemies. Trust in his wisdom and authority as you would in mine."

The Lords, though puzzled by the mysterious advisor, nodded in agreement, ready to carry out the young king's directives. Little did they know that the dragon of legend, now shrouded in human form, would play a pivotal role in shaping the destiny of the Seven Kingdoms.

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