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Across the entire coastline of Westeros,
The arrival of Eldoria's fleet became the most shocking event since the Doom of Valyria.
Five ships, five routes:
Ship 1: North — White Harbor
Ship 2: Riverlands — Seagard
Ship 3: The Reach — Oldtown
Ship 4: Stormlands — Storm's End
Ship 5: Dorne — Sunspear
Each carried trade officers (delegates) personally trained by Leo,
Along with 150 Eldorian soldiers, enchanted goods, and the authority to forge new alliances.
But unlike the North—
The rest of Westeros was not ready.
The Eldorian ship approached Seagard's Stone Pier,
Banners fluttering majestic and untouched by the harsh winds.
Lord Jason Mallister's men were already assembled, their armor gleaming.
But instead of curiosity…
They looked tense.
Unwelcoming.
Suspicious.
"...."
"...."
"...."
The Eldorian delegate—
A stern beastkin woman named Sora Wolfbane—
Stepped forward.
"We request trade access—"
The captain of the guard raised a hand to silence her.
"Orders from Riverrun. Seagard cannot trade with new kingdoms without approval from King Viserys."
Sora's eyes narrowed.
-Frown-
"We offer winter goods. Medicine. Supplies—"
"NO."
The guard stepped forward aggressively.
"If you want the Riverlands… speak to the Hand of the King."
Sora already knew what that meant.
Otto Hightower's influence.
She bowed slightly, turned sharply, and spoke one command.
"Men. Withdraw."
The Eldorian ship sailed away with quiet dignity.
Ten miles down the coast,
Sora's soldiers were already unloading crates into the port of Saltpans,
Whose lord eagerly welcomed them.
"Anyone who brings food is a friend of the Riverlands!"
OLDTOWN...
THE REACH...
The greatest library city of Westeros watched in awe as the massive ship arrived.
But at the docks,
Hightower guards stood in perfect formation.
The Eldorian officer, Faelyn Sunleaf, an elven diplomat, bowed politely.
"...."
"Greetings. Eldoria offers—"
A knight stepped forward.
"Oldtown cannot allow trade without approval from the High Tower and the Citadel."
Faelyn smiled politely.
"And do they approve?"
The knight lifted his chin proudly.
"Not while the King's Hand is still grieving the loss of his daughter—taken by your Eldorian King."
Faelyn's eyes flashed with quiet amusement.
"...."
"Is that the story they tell?"
The knight glared.
"...."
"Leave. Or we will seize your goods."
Faelyn bowed again.
"Very well. We will take our goods… to a port that values survival over rumors."
The Eldorian ship turned gracefully,
Leaving Oldtown's leadership to stew in their arrogance.
It didn't take long for Beesbury, Brightwater Keep, and several smaller Reach ports to welcome Eldoria with open arms.
THE STORMLANDS...
STORM'S END...
Storm's End stood strong as ever,
Weathering waves that would sink any normal ship.
But Eldorian ships were not normal.
The trade officer, Captain Raath Ironjaw, a giant orcish warrior,
Approached the keep with soldiers behind him.
Lord Boremund Baratheon himself received them.
"...."
He studied the goods, the soldiers, and the banners.
Then he lifted a brow.
"Trade is welcome. Storm's End has no quarrel with Eldoria."
A simple, clean acceptance.
Storm's End was now fully open to Eldoria.
DORNE...
SUNSPEAR...
Under the blistering sun,
The massive Eldorian ship slid into Sunspear's harbor.
The people of Dorne stared at.
Shimmering mana-cloaks
Frost-grain
Enchanted water barrels
Climate-control fabrics
The Dornish delegate,
Lady Nymeris Vahn, bowed to Prince Qoren Martell.
The prince studied the items carefully.
With a faint smirk, he said.
-Smirk-
"Winter may not kill us, but comfort is always welcome. Dorne accepts your offer."
Nymeris bowed deeper.
"We thank the Sun and Spear."
While the North welcomed Eldoria with gratitude…
The South showed.
Greed,
Political paranoia,
Fear of Otto Hightower's wrath,
Or desire to stay in the crown's favor.
Yet it didn't matter.
Eldoria simply followed Leo's strategy.
"If a lord rejects you, move to the next. If a city closes its gates, give your goods to the one who needs them more. Survival wins loyalty faster than crowns."
And it worked.
Within 48 hours...
Five ports refused access.
Twelve ports BEGGED for Eldorian trade.
Three major houses openly requested alliance.
And rumors began spreading.
"A new kingdom brings food and warmth."
"The southern lords who refuse are starving their own people!"
"Eldoria does not kneel to the Iron Throne."
King's Landing...
Red Keep...
In the Red Keep,
The warm glow of braziers lit the royal solar where King Viserys sat with Queen Elizabeth Hightower,
Her hands gently resting on her growing stomach.
They spoke softly—
Viserys naming potential heirs,
"...."
"...."
Elizabeth smiling shyly at each suggestion.
It should have been a moment of peace.
But the door burst open.
Otto Hightower strode in, face pale,
Eyes sharp with barely restrained panic.
Viserys frowned.
-Frown-
"Otto? What is the meaning of this haste?"
Elizabeth sat upright,
Confused by her uncle's expression.
Otto bowed stiffly, breath uneven.
"Your Grace… troubling news has arrived. Grave news."
Viserys blinked, annoyed.
"Speak plainly."
Otto took a steadying breath.
"The kingdom of Eldoria—the same kingdom whose king stole your daughter and my own—has deployed five colossal trade ships across Westeros."
Viserys stiffened.
"...."
"Trade ships? For what purpose?"
Otto swallowed.
Gulp~
"Food, winter supplies, magical items which we never seen… things this realm needs—desperately."
Elizabeth's eyes widened.
"...."
"That… that sounds beneficial, does it not?"
Otto's voice sharpened.
"Beneficial? These ships are gaining influence faster than wildfire. My queen, they threaten the balance of the realm."
Viserys's face darkened.
"...."
"Where have they docked?"
Otto began listing, voice trembling with frustration.
"The North accepted them instantly. Rickon Stark is hosting Leo Morningstar as an honored guest."
"The Stormlands welcomed them next—Baratheons have granted full trade rights."
"Dorne too—Prince Qoren Martell opened Sunspear's harbors."
"Even minor houses across the Riverlands, the Reach, and the Vale are taking Eldorian goods in secret."
Viserys stood up abruptly.
"And who rejected them?"
Otto grit his teeth.
"The houses loyal to the Crown: Oldtown… Seagard… Gulltown… King's Landing itself."
Viserys frowned deeper.
-Frown-
"...."
Elizabeth looked between them nervously.
"Uncle… how many houses accepted their trade?"
Otto's mouth tightened.
"More than half. And more join by the hour."
Silence fell.
"...."
"...."
"...."
The crackling of the hearth filled the chamber.
Viserys's fingers trembled slightly.
"This… this could destabilize the entire realm. The lords will no longer rely on the Iron Throne."
Otto nodded, voice cold.
-Nod-
"Exactly, Your Grace. Eldoria is offering what our crown cannot—warmth, food, protection."
"And if the people begin to depend on Leo Morningstar instead of you, it undermines the very authority of the monarchy."
Elizabeth whispered, horrified.
"Are you saying… they might replace the crown?"
Otto clenched his jaw.
"...."
"Not directly. Not yet. But if winter grows harsher and Eldoria becomes the only source of survival—"
He paused, eyes sharp.
"—then Eldoria becomes the true power of Westeros."
Viserys sat heavily, looking deeply troubled.
"Gods… How could one man undermine my rule so swiftly with just a trade?"
Otto's response was immediate.
"Because he moves fast where the Crown moves slow. Because he helps where we hesitate. Because he has no fear of us."
Elizabeth bit her lip anxiously.
"What should we do?"
Otto took a deep breath and looked at Viserys with grim determination.
"We must rally the loyal Houses. We must pressure the Lords who accepted Eldoria to withdraw. And most importantly—"
His voice lowered dangerously.
"—we must retrieve the Princess and my daughter. They are symbols of rebellion as long as they remain by Leo's side."
Viserys rubbed his temples, overwhelmed.
"...."
"But how? Eldoria hides itself from our maps… and Morningstar defeated Daemon without effort."
Otto's eyes darkened with resolve.
"...."
"Then we find new allies. Or force the old ones. Because if we do nothing, Your Grace…"
He stepped closer.
-Thud- -Thud-
"The Seven Kingdoms will one day kneel to Eldoria instead of the Iron Throne."
A chilling statement.
Even through he was exaggerating in order to get his daughter back.
Viserys paled.
"...."
Elizabeth trembled.
And Otto Hightower, eyes filled with cold ambition and fear that all his preparation will be gone to shit by this new king and his kingdom.
The following morning across Westeros was chaos in the skies.
Black ravens.
Grey ravens.
Even rare white feathers from the Vale.
All flying with a single message—
The Crown's warning.
Each raven carried an identical royal order,
Stamped with the seal of the Hand.
"By command of King Viserys I Targaryen: No lord or keep shall trade with the foreign kingdom known as Eldoria. Those who defy the Crown's will shall face dragonfire."
The message spread like wildfire.
Some lords panicked.
Some scoffed.
Most ignored it quietly,
Hiding Eldorian goods in crypts and barns.
Winter was coming.
Fear kept people in line—
But hunger broke it.
White Harbor...
Meanwhile, far from courts and politics,
Leo enjoyed a peaceful afternoon in White Harbor.
He leaned against a stone wall in the training yard behind Manderly Hall,
Lazily tossing a leather ball into the wall—
THWACK.
It bounced back.
THWACK. THWACK.
He caught it easily every time, almost bored.
Until he felt them.
Several eyes.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Soft.
Curious.
Studying him with the silent intensity only wolves possess.
Leo turned.
Three young Starks stood just beyond the archway.
Cregan Stark – 16
Tall for his age.
Broad-shouldered.
A wolf already half-grown into a man.
Eyes sharp and assessing, a leader in the making.
Benjen Stark – 12
Though still young, he had the cold, calm aura of someone fated for greatness.
A future Ice Wolf.
Winter clung to him like a faint whisper.
Sara Snow – 10
Bright-eyed, wild, and fearless.
A girl with her mother's softness and her father's Stark determination.
She held a tiny wooden dagger in her hands, tapping it nervously.
They stared at Leo—
Not with fear, but fascination.
Cregan cleared his throat.
"My lord… we didn't mean to interrupt."
Leo raised a brow, tossing the ball once more.
"Not interrupting. Just… playing catch."
Sara Snow tilted her head.
"But… you're playing catch with yourself."
Leo shrugged.
"It builds reflex."
Benjen stepped forward,
Voice soft but cold as northern winds.
"Father says you defeated Daemon Targaryen in one strike."
Leo caught the ball mid-air without looking, making Sara gasp.
"That happened."
Cregan narrowed his eyes.
-Frown-
"Father also says your kingdom brings food that saves people from starving. Is that… true?"
Leo smiled slightly.
"Yes. And Eldoria doesn't care for crowns. Only for people."
Sara took a tiny step closer.
"Can… can anyone visit Eldoria?"
Leo crouched to match her height.
"Someday, little wolf. When winter breaks."
She grinned wide—
Grin~
A pure, infectious smile.
Benjen stared hard, studying Leo like a puzzle.
"You're not like the southerners,"
He said quietly.
"You don't lie."
Leo blinked.
"You can tell?"
Benjen nodded.
-Nod-
"Cold tells me. It always has."
A rare gift.
The Son of Ice, indeed.
Cregan finally stepped forward, extending his hand.
"King of Eldoria… My father speaks highly of you. If our House can aid you, we will."
Leo shook his hand.
"Stark promises are rare. And heavy."
Cregan smirked faintly.
-Smirk-
"We don't break them."
Just then—
A raven screeched overhead,
-Screech- -Screech-
Carrying the Crown's threat.
Cregan caught the scroll from the air, broke the seal, scanned it…
…and his expression darkened.
"...."
Benjen's jaw tightened.
Sara stomped her foot.
"That's STUPID! Why stop food from coming!?"
Cregan crushed the scroll in his fist.
"The Crown threatens with dragons? My father won't bend to intimidation."
Benjen looked at Leo with ice in his gaze.
"If the Crown wants war… the North won't kneel."
Leo sighed internally.
Sigh~
"...."
While thinking these kids were really hot blooded.
The first sparks of rebellion had begun.
He gently tossed the ball toward Sara.
She caught it—
Barely—
And beamed.
"Welcome to the North, King Morningstar!"
"...."
Rickon Stark stood at the window of Manderly Hall,
The grey light of afternoon casting long shadows as snow drifted outside.
He had just finished reading the royal decree—
The Crown's warning to stop all trade with Eldoria.
The parchment crackled in his tightening grip.
Cregan stood before him, posture straight, expression calm but conflicted.
Rickon finally asked.
"My son… what was King Morningstar's reaction when you read this out loud?"
Cregan swallowed.
-Gulp-
"...."
He remembered clearly.
Leo catching the ball without looking.
The faint smile.
The absolute lack of concern.
He answered truthfully.
"Indifference. Completely unmoved, father."
Rickon froze.
"...."
Indifference from a man the Crown feared.
Indifference from a king whose ships fed half the North.
Indifference from someone who defeated Daemon as if swatting a fly.
That… spoke volumes.
Rickon Stark sat down slowly at his writing desk.
"That means,"
He murmured,
"He does not fear the Iron Throne. Nor its dragons."
Cregan's jaw tightened.
"...."
"Father, should we prepare for conflict?"
Rickon shook his head.
"No. We prepare for clarity."
He pulled out fresh parchment and an ink-stained quill.
Rickon wrote swiftly and cleanly:
LETTER CONTENT:
To His Grace, Viserys I Targaryen,
King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men:
I, Rickon Stark, Lord of Winterfell, write to inform you that your daughter,
Princess Rhaenyra, and Lady Alicent Hightower, are in the company of King Leo Morningstar of Eldoria by their own wish and free will.
Neither is held captive.
Neither seeks return against their will.
Thus any claims of kidnapping are false.
The North shall not be dragged into a conflict built on misinformation.
He signed it with a bold stroke:
Rickon Stark,
Lord of Winterfell,
Warden of the North.
THE SECOND LETTERS —
TO EVERY LORD OF WESTEROS:
Rickon began writing again,
Faster this time,
Urgency dripping from every word.
To the Lords and Ladies of Westeros:
Winter is upon us, harsher than in the last century.
Our people face starvation long before spring.
The Crown has issued a decree forbidding trade with Eldoria.
Yet Eldoria offers food and warmth that could save tens of thousands.
The rumors of abduction involving Rhaenyra Targaryen and Alicent Hightower are false.
They travel with King Morningstar willingly.
Before any lord chooses action, know the truth:
Eldoria has not threatened the realm.
Eldoria has only offered aid.
The North will continue trade.
We will not let our people die for politics.
He sealed each letter with the direwolf sigil—
A promise of Stark honesty.
THE THIRD LETTER:
PERSONAL, SECRET, DANGEROUS...
Rickon took a final parchment and wrote in a slower, heavier hand.
To the Lords with sense, strength, and honor.
The Crown moves recklessly.
A Hand who spreads lies risks plunging the realm into chaos.
Eldoria grows strong—
Not because they seek conquest,
But because they feed our people when the Crown will not.
Choose wisely.
Westeros cannot afford civil war while winter bites.
This letter is for your eyes only.
Burn it after reading.
When he finished, he leaned back, exhaling deeply.
-Sigh-
"...."
Cregan watched silently.
"...."
"Father… you're taking a great risk."
Rickon nodded.
-Nod-
"A risk worth taking. If we let the Crown bully the realm into starvation, we are no leaders."
He placed all letters into raven tubes and handed them to Cregan.
"Send these to the rookery. The truth must spread before Otto Hightower's poison takes root."
Cregan bowed his head.
"At once, father."
As Cregan left, Rickon turned to the window, the snow falling thicker now.
He murmured to himself.
"Eldoria feeds the realm and north finally got a break with these goods. The Crown threatens to burn it."
"This… will split Westeros in two. If the crown and Otto tried to force their hands off."
And at that moment,
Far across the world…
Leo Morningstar suddenly felt the first ripple of what would soon become a political earthquake.
Leo tossed the ball one last time,
Letting Sara leap after it while Benjen tried to predict the trajectory with uncanny cold intuition.
Then—
DING.
A familiar notification chimed inside his mind.
[Ding...]
[Hidden Task Completed]
[Find a reliable ally — House Stark]
[Rewards:]
[✓ Faith +0.1]
[✓ Summon Card: General Ouki (Kingdom)]
(Its Not A translation. It's a Charecter from Kingdom anime)
Leo blinked.
-Blink-
"...."
He actually smiled a bit.
'Ouki, huh…? A battlefield monster. That'll be useful later.'
The faith increase?
Sure, he'd gotten used to it.
He was worshipped as a hero—
Or god-like being—
In practically three worlds already.
What was another point?
But Otto Hightower?
Leo didn't even spare the old schemer a thought.
'Half-rotten political corpse… if he wants to dance, he'll dance.'
He tossed the ball back to Sara,
Who almost toppled over catching it.
Benjen's frosty eyes studied him again.
"Your aura just changed,"
The boy murmured.
"More… powerful."
Leo raised an eyebrow.
"Did it?"
Benjen nodded seriously.
-Nod-
"Winter told me."
Sara didn't care about auras or fate—
She sprinted back laughing, cheeks red from the cold.
"My turn! My turn!"
Leo caught the ball behind his back effortlessly.
And for a moment—
Despite politics, ravens, crowns, and Hightowers—
He enjoyed the simple peace.
Because unlike the Iron Throne…
House Stark was now officially on his side until he done something stupid.
And that changed everything.
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