"I love politics and all the excitement it brings." Lyarra Stark, future Duchess of House Stark.
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Garan looked at the boy whose face was red with shame with disdain. Although House Greyjoy had a shameful past, the boy's noble house had an even more shameful current history.
There was even a rumor that the Patriarch of House Morton had tried to enter the Sacred Planet with several female insectoid creatures and wanted to give them as a gift to the Emperor. Although he didn't know if the rumors were true, Count Morton appeared dead the next day, having committed suicide with six stab wounds in the back.
"Be careful not to follow in your uncle's footsteps; you became heir because of his death, perhaps committing suicide with six stab wounds in the back." Garan commented with a sarcastic tone, making the young man's face look even older with everyone's attention focused on him.
"I heard about the rumors..."
"Committing suicide with six stab wounds in the back is interesting."
"Does Will have the same hobbies as the late Count Morton?"
Will Morton, hearing the words of the men and women, left the square in an instant; he couldn't stand to be in that place where everyone mocked him.
Garan looked at Will's back with a cold gaze; he narrowed his eyes, hiding the malice in his look. As the rumors indicated, House Greyjoy was indeed involved in space piracy.
If House Morton's special ship were attacked by pirates on the way back, it would certainly be an unfortunate incident. Best of all, House Morton was not powerful and had little influence in the Imperial Senate.
Lyarra looked at Garan and smiled elegantly; she had seen all types of men in two hundred and fifty years; the man before her might seem gentle and elegant, but he was a villain in every sense of the word.
Just like the matriarch of House Greyjoy, Asha Greyjoy, daughter of the dead Salt King, Balon Greyjoy.
Suddenly, the sky darkened, and it wasn't because of the metal rings that covered the dwarf planet. Raising her head, Lyarra's face changed drastically; she quickly bowed towards the sky while keeping her head down.
A gigantic dragon flew over the planet; the dragon was almost the size of the dwarf planet they were on. The emerald green color of its scales indicated that it was the dragon of Imperial Prince Aemon Targaryen, Vermax.
It wasn't just Lyarra who bowed; everyone bowed, regardless of the status or power of their noble houses. Before House Targaryen, no one could stand arrogantly.
As soon as the dragon passed over the planet, Lyarra breathed a sigh of relief, but soon showed a respectful expression and bowed again. A huge yellow dragon appeared in the sky again.
It was the Dragon of Imperial Prince Aemon's sister and wife, Imperial Princess Daenys, Margyx.
When the two dragons disappeared, Lyarra and everyone around sighed with relief.
"How did dragons fly in space and so fast?" Lyarra heard a young man ask with an still incredulous tone at what had just happened. Obviously, it was the first time the boy had seen a dragon.
"Blood magic." Another young man, visibly older, replied to the young man with an envious look.
Lyarra could understand his envy; blood magic was something that only House Targaryen possessed, and no inheritance, however small, was allowed to be used by another noble house. Once discovered, the noble house could face extinction.
So, even if a noble house had some inheritance of blood magic, they dared not even show anything. The Emperor's Daughters, Queen Daenerys's intelligence was deeply rooted in the people; even the wife you shared a bed with could be a spy, how dared these noble houses break the law?
"I heard that the Emperor's dragon, Caraxes, is the size of a sun; he feeds on planetary cores to satisfy his hunger." One of the young women spoke with an expression of admiration and fascination, remembering the rumors she had heard.
Lyarra agreed with the young woman's words; she herself had seen Caraxes once at two hundred and ten years old, when she was still a forty-year-old child.
The Emperor came to Planet Invernus riding the dragon named Caraxes. At that time, she saw that the dragon's eye was larger than Invernus's moon; that was etched in her mind, and even today, two hundred and ten years later, she still remembered it perfectly. Unfortunately, she did not have the honor of meeting the Emperor.
"Lady Lyarra, would you like to dance a little?" Garan smiled and took a step forward, subtly invading Lyarra's personal space. He had a dangerous smile that could seduce an innocent lady, but that would definitely not happen with Lyarra.
The Future Duchess of House Stark was not intimidated by the sudden approach and spoke with a calm and elegant tone. "I'm feeling unwell; I've traveled for a long time, Lord Greyjoy." She rejected the Greyjoy man's proposal without any hesitation.
Although a thousand years had passed, the blood feud between House Stark and Greyjoy had not disappeared; it had only slumbered. If there were a conflict between the two Noble Houses, this blood feud would awaken instantly.
How could Lyarra get involved with someone like Garan, who could be her enemy years later?
Garan didn't mind being rejected, or at least, he pretended not to be dissatisfied with being refused twice, especially with an excuse as bad as being tired. Warp travel was not time-consuming, especially at shorter distances, which could be crossed in a few tens of minutes.
Retreating into the crowd, Garan disappeared from Lyarra's sight. But the future duchess promised to pay more attention to Garan, the most prominent heir among the children of the Countess of Salt, Asha Greyjoy.
A man like that was dangerous to ignore.
Suddenly, Lyarra heard surprised exclamations among the crowd; she looked to the side and saw an extremely tall girl being surrounded by other women of similar age. But it was her silver hair and purple eyes that caught Lyarra's attention.
These characteristics belonged to House Targaryen; even the descendants of Old Valyria no longer exhibited these rare characteristics. Only House Targaryen still had silver, white, or pale gold hair.
This means the girl was a descendant of the God Emperor of Humanity.
What surprised Lyarra was that the girl was walking towards her. And in less than ten seconds, the girl, who was about fourteen years old, was already in front of her.
"Lady Lyarra, I've always heard your name, the Most Perfect Lady of the Imperium. I see that the rumors were still weak compared to the truth." The girl spoke with a gentle and elegant tone; there was an inviting smile on her lips.
"They are just unfounded rumors, Princess." Lyarra bowed and said humbly with an elegant smile on her lips.
"Saera Targaryen." The girl introduced herself while extending her hand to Lyarra, who shook the hand covered by a lace glove and also introduced herself. "Lyarra Stark."
Soon, Lyarra noticed the princess's finger subtly rubbing the inside of her hand. The future duchess's face didn't change, but she didn't go against the princess's intentions.
A smile appeared on Saera's face, feeling Lyarra's finger rubbing the inside of her palm.
"We have a lot to talk about, Lady Lyarra; come to my chambers; I have a great bottle of wine." Saera left these words behind as she walked away, greeting the heirs of the future lords and ladies of the noble houses.
Lyarra smiled, enjoying the interaction between her and the princess. She had heard that Saera was the right hand of the Regent Princess and presumed that Saera wanted to bring her into the Regent Princess's Faction.
Although the Emperor and the Three Queens controlled the Imperium, their sons and daughters also got involved in politics.
The three factions were the Regent Princess's, Prince Aegon's, and Prince Maegor's, the Emperor's fifth son. If you want resources, whether mineral or military, only by joining a faction could you have these things.
Neutrality would only make a noble house obsolete, without keeping up with technological and military advancements.
She hadn't even arrived at the Sacred Planet of Planetos, and politics had already begun, but unlike what others thought, she loved this political feeling.
Instead of remaining on Planet Invernus, the Home of House Stark controlling an entire Solar system, she preferred to be at the core of the Imperium, where things were exciting and full of palace intrigues and politics.
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