We Bleed Silver(GOT/ASOIAF Fanfic)

 "I think you've taken care of everything well after my death, my child.

 I'm sorry that the last time I saw you was in this way.

 I was not a good father because of my impulsiveness and foolishness, which made you and your brother carry the label of being the sons of the whore princess.

 Of course, I know you don't care about that."

 Draezell sneered, continuing to read.

 The writing was still the beautiful, elegant cursive of high Valyrian, used by the noble class.

 "Everyone has secrets, and your old man has his too. As for what this secret is, hehe, it's no longer important. I've already taken it to the grave with me, and you need not know."

 "..."

 Draezell fought the urge to throw the book away and turned to the next page.

 "I lived half of my life recklessly, and half of it with clarity. Only in the end did I realize that you are the damn gold finger the gods sent to me. A born blood mage. If there wasn't a way to confirm it, I would almost have thought you were like me."

 "Gold finger?" Draezell scratched his head, puzzled.

 "I thought I could master the magic from the legends, or at least that the blood of Vaelarys could allow me to hatch a dragon. Unfortunately, I was wrong."

 From the words, Draezell could sense his usually carefree father's regret and dissatisfaction.

 "I attracted countless magicians. Some of them indeed had some skill, but unfortunately, more were frauds. If you ever have a chance to go to Qohor, remember to spit on the Unchanging Hall for your old man. Gods, those male mages had some ability, but they wanted to extract the blood of both of us. Hmph, if I had a dragon, I'd have blasted them first."

 "You must have become obsessed with dragons, old man." Draezell thought to himself. However, he understood his father's plans, so he had always followed them.

 After all, which Valyrian boy could resist the allure of dragons?

 How many nights had he dreamed of soaring through the skies, bathed in moonlight?

 "But your old man was still quite lucky. At least I managed to create something. My child, I hope these results can help you complete our grand plan.

 First, you must have already read the tomes brought by Maester Visari and learned about the ancient legends of various regions, as well as the history of the Freehold of Valyria. By now, you must be wondering: Why did the Valyrians rise? Why did a people who had been silent for thousands of years have such strange appearances? Why are our noble bloodlines able to control dragons, and where did these dragons come from?"

 "Of course, I've wondered about that." Draezell replied instinctively.

 "I wondered too. I read all the family's texts, as well as those brought by the magicians. Without a doubt, the Valyrians could not possibly be a naturally occurring race. Our blood carries elements of magic. My child, do you still remember the words of our house?"

 "We bleed silver," Draezell silently repeated in his mind. He had already suspected this, and now his father's notes might confirm his guess.

 "I bleed silver," this is our family's language. In the West, in Westeros, your mother's family's language is Fire and Blood,' did you notice that? We, the Dragonlord families, value our bloodline and emphasize it. During the time of the Freehold, the forty Dragonlord families either intermarried or committed incest within their own clans, not only to prevent our bloodline from leaking out but, more importantly, to preserve the magical elements in our blood. Son, you are a born blood mage. A pure bloodline is no challenge for you, and I'm sure you understand that the source of a blood mage's magic is blood. Not only blood mages, but in the fire magic system of the Red God R'hllor, as well as the shadow magic system of Asshai, blood sacrifices are an important component. And our Valyrian steel, as recorded in the family texts, also requires blood in its forging process.

 Blood is the currency of the magical world.

 This is the axiom of equivalent exchange, and our Dragonlord family's blood is even more precious. Your blood magic will far surpass any blood mage I've ever seen, and that's the source of my confidence."

 Draezell furrowed his brows. He certainly knew how powerful his blood was— weapons tainted with his blood would become sharper, poisons mixed with his blood could become ten times more potent. He could track people with his blood, hear the thoughts of those who drank his blood, and control animals through his blood.

 But he didn't understand the source of his father's confidence.

 Their grand plan was not complicated. Cleorius had designed a set of intricate blood magic runes, said to resist the curses of the Smoking Sea.

 They wanted to find the army of Aelon Vaelarys, who had gone missing, along with the dragon eggs he had with him.

 "The blood of the Valyrian Dragonlords, combined with blood magic, do you understand now? Son, what I want to replicate is the process by which the ancient Valyrians tamed and hatched dragons. The family has always had a fleet lingering at the edges of the Smoking Sea. What we can confirm is that the central part of the Smoking Sea is extremely dangerous. This area includes Valyria and most of the former Freehold's territory. So, no matter what, you must never enter these regions. But the edges, I believe, with magical protection, you can venture into with a small group.

 The western edge of the Broken Peninsula of Valyria includes the swamps through which the Valyrian Road passed, the fortress city of once owened by the Miracithen family, but then owened by our own family, the tower of the Galessos family's fire sorcerers, and the estates of several smaller families. This information comes from the family's archives. If you're brave enough, you can explore these areas freely. But be cautious."

 "We attempted to recreate Aelon Vaelarys' route. Before his complete disappearance, his army was last seen at the marshes on the edge of the peninsula. If his army didn't enter the heart of Valyria, their location would likely be between the city of 'Vasorl' and the 'Galessos Tower.'

 The Vaelarys family served the Valyrian deity 'Womysol' during the Freehold era. He was the God of Forging. Therefore, the family possessed the secrets of forging Valyrian steel before the destruction. If you manage to reach 'Vasorl,' you'll be in luck; at the very least, you won't run out of Valyrian steel.

 During the time of the Freehold, the Dragonlords used volcanoes and magic to hatch dragons. Today, after the fall of the dragons, the Targaryens in the Land of the Sun rely on the pure bloodline of newborns to hatch dragons. Regardless of where the dragons come from, as of now, only our bloodline can control them.

 That is enough. My son, your veins carry the blood of two great Dragonlord families. I believe the purity of your bloodline is at least equal to that of the Dragonlords from back then. I'm sorry, my child, for burdening you with such a dangerous mission, but I trust you will succeed. I'm sorry I wasn't a good father, letting my child carry my ambitions and dreams."

 "All for the family," Draezell clenched the pages of the book. "For the family. For Valar and Rey..."

"My child, may your blood always flow with honor, may the Vaelarys bloodline never wither, and may the glory of dragons return to the family."

 Draezell lifted his head and closed his eyes.

 It seemed like something crystalline and transparent quietly fell.

 Shadows flickered, and a bearded man in a red robe quietly stepped out from the darkness.

 "Lord Draezell, are you prepared?"

 Draezell opened his eyes and placed the notes back in their place.

 "Proceed, servant of the Red God."

 "As you wish," the red-robed monk bowed. "Son of the God."

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 The Bentaro Estate.

 The towering orange trees shielded the harsh sunlight of Volantis, and expensive wine was spilled all over the floor.

 Mogul Bontaro, the head of the Bentaro family, stared at the unconscious carvado, who was in the arms of two frightened, beautiful slaves. Veins bulged on his forehead.

 "Lord! Lord! We really didn't know, Master just kept asking for more wine," the male slave begged, clinging to his master's feet, large tears falling to the floor. Then he saw his own body.

 "Hmph." Mogul disdainfully extended his foot toward one of the female slaves, signaling her to clean the stains off his shoes. The Unsullied beside him silently withdrew his battle axe.

 "We did not find any known poisons on the young master," said the slave doctor, his face tattooed with snakes, as he crawled before Mogul. "It seems he Just drunked to much"

 "I don't have such a foolish as a son," Mogul forced his rage down. "Prepare the golden palanquin. We are going to Megaya Palace."

 "Yes."