House of the Dragon: oh Geez!

Chapter 112 112

Run Before Your Blood Runs.

Was a motto renewed.

A threat revived.

Due to the fearsome reputation that is stirring at a great expanse of Essos whilst making everywhere else worried.

Rhaenys remembered a time when those words were just remnants of a past glory... for a House like the Royce.

As a matter of fact, their publicized and official phrase should have been something along the lines of "We Remember".

Which was an odd choice.

It made them seem petty. Made them seem to just hold grudges.

It also seems as if they're bragging about having better memories than others.

Rhaenys could even trace a connection to a phrase that Northerners use... about how the North remembers.

Accordingly, that may have some more credence in terms of ideologies.

For the Royce's remembering is a way of grasping on to a culture that has been forgotten, replaced, and outnumbered in their mountainous locality.

Of how they persisted and preserved the ways and legacy of the First Men.

Like their bearing of runes.

Run Before Your Blood Runs... apparently happens to also be runed upon their sigil.

Either way, those old words and those olden runes now showcased great significance.

For they marked the latent potential that the Royce had.

Foretelling a power that few would dare face.

And those Dothraki had no choice but to bear the brunt of it. Serving as an exemplar warning for everyone else.

The Bold Bronze's feats were just a glimpse... the Triarchy was the induction... while the battles in the Great Grass Sea was the true showcase.

Magic. In its most blatant display.

Not as dubious as the so-called seers, the variety of witches, and the chosen envoys of gods.

Not as hearsay as the necromancers and sorcerers at the shadowy edge of the world.

Not as lost or scattered as the mages or crafts of Old Valyria.

Not as draconically simple as the unique bonds that the House of the Dragon have.

Royce magic seemed versatile, potent, and numerously growing.

Heavily bronzed in theme... but they were still magical tools and armors that are envied.

That specific metal of choice was already being sought and the dismissed runes were meticulously being studied.

At least that's what she knows Corlys to be doing. In his own efforts to attain vengeance.

As for her...

She was just mourning in her own way.

Mulling over these significant changes to the known world... while looking down into the sea where they dropped Laena's coffin as per Driftmark's ceremonies.

A coffin that only had the singed remains of her clothes during that tragic day.

It was what was left of her.

From a failed dragon bonding... courtesy of that damned Sealord!

It was so unexpected that it rattled her still.

How her dear daughter had suddenly departed... towards the dragon of her dreams... and also towards her eventual death!

All because a certain Braavosi and his bravos just had to interfere.

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Consequently, back at his designated workshop in Dragonstone... Ronan was admiring the end result of his recent labors.

Which was none other than his jizz dripping all over the dark gleaming skin of his secret mistress.

Yep. That one and only.

Passed out and still strapped to Premium Economy. A recreation of one of those Anna Uddenberg art installations.

They were frivolous works but he thoroughly enjoyed using Laena on them.

Starting from Continental Breakfast... to the Human Resources... then the Sub-D Inflation... and then this one...

Which was premium and economical indeed.

Especially when it involved dipping in chocolate.

"Tres magnifique..." He can't help but blurt out in egregiously pompous manner... as his way of expressing his fascination for these combinative works of arts.

And as much as he slightly scoffed at Hollywood's incorporation of their African-American-ing agendas to this show... he can now say that they might have cooked when it came to this black beauty.

It was like having his own personal Anette-san or Liliana-san... which is quite a hentai dream made true.

A silver and ebony mix that was oh-so good. Stirring many a 'storm' in his steady heart.

Of course, setting aside his inner degeneracy for a bit... Ronan thoughts turned scumbaggy as he circled back to how all these came to be.

Back when his palm stopped her smooch.

Which was obviously just a symbolic refusal to play hard to get.

And since his dick was hard already... he took her then and there.

A dance of dragons in the great outdoors. With dragons in the vicinity.

Wild was how he would put it.

Granted, after it was over... the clarity finally hit... and it was like the aftermath of the impulse sex with Rhaenyra all over again.

But this time, the prospect father-in-law he had to show face to was the Sea Snake of all people... which didn't feel right.

No to mention the fact that he still had that father-in-law and an actual wife who may not take too kindly with what's been done.

But... after a scrambling panic and with the sexed-up lass's unconditional agreement, a plan of action was enacted.

Where all he had to do was handle and rearrange all the witnesses... and also to somewhat burn Laena's cum-soaked dress...

From there, it was up to the "geniuses" to fill the blanks about what happened.

Wherein the staged scene displayed a slaughtered bunch of Driftmark men... and not far were burnt-up water swordsmen surrounding the Velaryon maiden's remains.

As a cherry on top would be the timely departure of Vhagar, just as Seasmoke and Meleys were carrying their concerned riders to the vicinity.

In any case, not long after was news of the young Velaryon's death being spread... with none pointing their finger towards a man who was facilitating terror on horsemen.

Basically, Ronan stole a certain someone's faking of a death plot and transferred it to the younger sibling.

As for where their unfilial pair went about with the trysts... it was basically just at Dragonstone.

Hence, the designation and necessity of this rather private workshop were he could single-mindedly work on fused stones, wildfires, alchemy, V-steel, dud dragon revivals, and all the runing and bronzing.

And yes... a sex den for his mistress-slash-assistant on the down low.

As for the occasion that someone might visit this place out of curiosity...

Well... he's mastered invisibility runes already and has actually mocked up Invisible Bronze suit, inspired by The Invisible Man movie.

Not to mention the hidden compartments he's built... in the effort to maintain his scumbag ways a secret for as long as he could.

Though Ronan did not doubt that he would have to eventually face the inevitable...