The Legacy of Dragons
Chapter 33- The Legacy of Dragons
The Red Keep stood as it always had, its towering walls a testament to the power of House Targaryen. Yet beneath the stone and mortar, woven into its very foundation, lay a final enchantment—the last great work of Lucerys Velaryon.
For the ruler of Westeros, he forged a piece of jewelry, an heirloom bound to the Targaryen line. It held no dominion over minds nor forced truth from lips, but it granted insight—a glimpse beyond deception. When worn, it let the wearer feel the intentions of those around them, a whisper of truth against the clamor of false words. With it, no king or queen of House Targaryen would rule blindly ever again.
Lucerys did not stay in Westeros to witness his legacy. He was a seeker, a scholar, a dragon of magic and knowledge. The world called to him, and he answered.
His travels took him beyond the known world, into lands whispered of in old Valyrian texts. He sought out the lost magics of forgotten civilizations, etched runes into dragonbone, and unearthed secrets that had not been spoken aloud in a thousand years. He carried with him Visenya’s text, expanding it, adding to the wealth of knowledge his family would inherit.
And he was not alone.
Helaena, her silver hair hidden beneath simple cloaks, walked beside him. In Westeros, she had been a princess trapped in a gilded cage. Beyond its shores, she was no one. And in that anonymity, she found freedom. She took the name of a dragonseed, a wandering Valyrian scholar, and for the first time, she lived as more than a pawn of fate.
Together, they uncovered lost knowledge, their discoveries feeding into the ever-growing strength of House Targaryen. New trade routes flourished, and the Sea Snake’s legacy continued, as the treasures they sent home filled the coffers of their family.
While Lucerys sought wisdom in the far corners of the world, his mother, Rhaenyra, ensured that the greatest secret of their house would not fade into myth.
Aegon’s dream—the prophecy that had shaped the fate of their house—would not be locked away between the whispers of kings and heirs. She told her family, her closest kin, and she made certain that the Starks knew. A pact was made, one that bound House Stark and House Targaryen together beyond war and conquest.
The North became a fortress against the coming dark.
Lucerys himself traveled there before his departure, leaving behind gifts to prepare them for the Long Night. Every great house of the North received a sword, forged of steel and dragonglass, each blade a symbol of the bond between their houses.
The Wall itself was strengthened. Thousands of swords and daggers of dragonglass were set into its armories. Amulets were crafted for the commanders of the Night’s Watch, charms to protect them from unseen dangers. And in the chambers of the Lord Commander, Lucerys left a final enchantment—a great mirror, bound with magic, linked to others placed along the Wall, at Winterfell, and within the Red Keep. No longer would the Wall stand in silence, cut off from the realm it defended.
And beneath its stones, in hidden chambers, he left trunks filled with invigoration draughts, preserved under runes that would never fade. When the cold winds rose, when the dead walked again, the Wall would not stand unprepared.
Rhaenyra’s reign ushered in a new era, not one of endless conquest, but of stability and wisdom. Peace was not bought with weakness, but with strength tempered by knowledge.
The children she fostered on Dragonstone became the future of the realm—children of noble houses, raised alongside her own, bound together in loyalty and understanding. In time, this practice ensured that future generations would not rise in rebellion, but rule in harmony.
Dragonglass became as common as steel. Weapons, tools, trinkets—every corner of the Seven Kingdoms carried shards of obsidian, unknowingly arming themselves against the darkness that would one day return.
Lucerys Velaryon became legend. His artifacts, his spells, his wisdom—they did not fade with time. They became the foundation of House Targaryen’s enduring strength.
His enchanted heirloom remained with every ruler. The great swords of the North became relics of their houses, passed from father to son, from mother to daughter. The Wall, with its whispered communication and its hidden weapons, remained ever-watchful.
And beyond the known world, whispers of a silver-haired traveler and his dragonseed companion spread like myth. Some said he had discovered the secret of immortality, that he would return when his family needed him most. Others believed he had become one with the magic he wielded, his soul woven into the fabric of the world itself.
But one truth remained:
As long as dragons soared, as long as House Targaryen ruled, the magic of Lucerys Velaryon would endure.