Chapter 197 [Vault]

Title - HOTD: The Last Dragonlord | Chapter 2 | Female MC

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[3rd POV]

As she gazed at Ghidorax, the woman smiled, pleased, the dragon purred at her touch as she let out a giggle, his other two heads rubbing up against her, as her other three dragons butted in to enjoy her touch.

”Calm calm, my love is for all of you” She said with a smile, her hands moving to rub the snout of each of them, as they nuzzled. 

“Good good. Now, lets get you out of this little place, shall we?” The woman said with a small smile, as she ran her hand over each of their snouts, their purrs echoing through the room, as she looked over their backs.

”Hmm, seems your saddles are all here” She muttered before walking over to them. The saddles were massive, heavy, and would be impossible for a normal person to lift. 

Good thing she wasn’t a normal person, as she reached her hand out, and whispered a few words in Valyrian, the saddles all beginning to levitate off the ground, and over to her dragons. The four of them stood still as the saddles were tied in. Raikonix, Scarlethox and Skyranax all had saddles built to carry large amounts of materials, while Ghidorax had one meant to ride, and carry small amounts of supplies, mostly ones for a single person. 

She then placed the sack in Ghidorax’s saddle, as the four dragons and their beloved rider made their way out of the Dragon Keep, walking through the streets as she began to gather all the supplies she wanted. 

Valyrian steel weapons, jewelry, and other materials were found and placed in the saddles, around 20 weapons of various sizes, over three dozen pieces of jewelry, and all sorts of other materials. 

After gathering enough to do what she needed for now, she then made her way to the place that mattered the most to her at the moment. 

The castle of the Balerion family, her family. It was the largest castle in Valyria, and once she had walked through it’s massive doors that had fallen and crumbled, she knew where she needed to go. 

The family's vault, deep underneath the keep. It was where the Lord of the family, her father of this body, had kept everything. He, like the other lords of the 40 families, had ended up taking measures once the doom had begun to arrive, a doom caused by dark magics and the volcanoes that surrounded the land. 

So, he placed the family's treasures within. Eggs of the highest order, weapons of magical nature, scrolls on their past, their family, on everything. And a full set of Valyrian steel armor, ancient runes crusted upon it, runes that meant “Heat” “Resistance” and “Acceptance”

The runes were to provide the wearer with resistance to heat and cold, and would refit to its wearer. The armor was forged by the first Balerion, the man who founded the Valyrian Freehold with his children who would become the second and third dragon lords. 

Gazing at the armor, the woman placed her hand upon it with a small smile. 

“I may not have known you, father, but…thank you for this gift. I’ll make sure that none forget of the stories of our past, of the legends of Valyria…and it’s power” The woman whispered, as she glanced to the side, a portrait of her father of her new body upon it. 

“My name…my new name will be after you father, after Balegon Balerion, my new name shall be…Balegelle Balerion” She muttered, as she placed a hand against the portrait, before lifting it, deciding to take it, and the portrait of her mother with her. 

“And you shall be remembered too, mother. Lady Elaena Tyraxes, that much I swear” She said to the portrait next to her fathers, of a woman with golden blonde hair and bright blue eyes, akin to the skies. 

Placing them in her sack, she then walked to the armor, and began to strip her clothing, ignoring the chill that ran up her as she began to slowly put the pieces on her, warmth traveling through her as the armor felt so…right on her, like it was where it belonged. The armor of the first Dragonlord, and now the armor of the last Dragonlord. 

Her Valyrian steel blade, which she had decided to dub as “Zobrie Perzys” for it’s black diamonds that were encrusted within it, magic within the blade itself more than most Valyrian steel blades, a sword that fitted perfectly to her hip, alongside the dagger that belonged to her father, dubbed as “Dragonheart” for it was used in ancient rituals revolving around the cutting of dragon hearts in Valyria of old. 

There was the Valyrian steel ancestral blade for her family that was in the vault, but she decided to leave it for now. She would take it once she has a child, or has a proper place to hold it until the time was right. 

The idea of having a child was there. But she would need to look into the ritual that would allow for her to have a child with another woman, either through her own womb or theirs. And that was to come in the far future, for she still had much to do until she could even think of such things. 

For now she opted to gather large piles of gold and gems into her sack, gems that were worth a small fortune alone, and would be used to do what she must. Which was to replicate the feat of the Mother of Dragons from the far future, paying and then killing and taking back. 

After finishing her time in the Balerion Keep, she made her ways around the land of Valyria, going to each and every keep and taking things of note, flying on the back of each of her dragons at least once during this time. 

It had taken another 5 days of scrounging before she had finished her scrounging, and filled the saddles with large amounts of gems, gold, scrolls, and other things of note that were not too important, for she wouldn't bring the truly important stuff until she had a kingdom and vault of her own. 

She did however find the old ship of Tommen Lannister, which had seemingly crashed on the shores of Old Valyria, and had their ancestral sword, Brightroar within. 

Bale decided she would take it, and perhaps get a mighty amount of gold out of the Lannisters, or something else from them. It’d be a good bargaining chip should she ever wish to visit Westeros, which she honestly wasn’t sure if she did. 

The politics of theirs were awful, as even the old Valyrian freehold had some respect for women, allowing for same sex marriage so long as the lords of the families permitted it. It was surprising to know this, but she supposed it made sense. After all, if you can fuck your own sister and brother, how can you not marry that of the same gender?

They were dragons, why should they give a fuck of the opinions of weaklings?

‘Perhaps I’ll visit in the future, but only if I receive an invitation from Viserys himself. Otherwise they can deal with their own problems’ Bale decided, as she honestly couldn’t find it in herself to want to involve herself. 

The Dance of the Dragons was a huge event, and an incredibly annoying one. Built because of Otto Hightower and his machinations. With Rhaenyra not helping with her birthing bastard children. 

Bale wondered where she should go first, as she walked towards Ghidorax. There were options, but there were only really two that came to mind. 

Qarth or Astapor

Astapor would provide her with more unsullied, likely 10 to 15 thousand. She had 10 thousand ready to be summoned through her essence, similarly to her 10 faceless men that were waiting to be summoned as well. 

The unsullied of Astapor would be a huge boon to her armies, as having 25,000 unsullied would make her a nearly unparalleled force. For 1 unsullied was comparable to 2-3 of the other forces soldiers, maybe even more. They were legendary warriors that would make future conquests many times easier.

Qarth would be a huge force of power for her, due to their immense control over trade, especially in the area that they were in. But they did not have the unsullied, instead making up for it in pure economic power and merchant ships. 

Really it would be better to get Astapor and the rest of the slavers bay for herself, then Qarth. Qarth was a powerful place for sure, but it wasn’t as useful as Slavers Bay would be to her, not even remotely. Slaver's Bay controlled, in combination, controlled just as much trade as Qarth did, and they had more military forces than Qarth did alone. 

With that in mind, Bale made the decision that she would go to Astapor first, conquering that city would be the easiest of the bunch, after that she’d do Meereen as it would be the hardest, thus best to get rid of it next, and then after that it would be Yunkai. 

Balegelle glanced around the area, her dragons at her side as she glanced back at her home for the past 5 days. She had grown to enjoy the sights of the city, even if it was destroyed, it was beautiful, yet sad to see it all. 

“I suppose it’s time to leave, my loves” Bale said as she looked to her four dragons, the four of them looking almost saddened, as she smiled. 

“We’ll come back in the future to gather more of the supplies for the conquest. But, once we have seen and done everything, we’ll restore this place, a New Valyria” Bale said as she smiled atop Ghidorax, strapping herself in as she ran her hand over the top of her mount, before breathing in, and speaking out loud. 

“Sōvegon, Raikonix, Scharlethox, Skyranax, Ghidorax!” Bale ordered, as they began to slowly flap their wings, and soon, they took to the skies, as the lands of Valyria began to grow smaller and smaller. 

Giving it one last look, Bale smiled. 

“I’ll be back, I swear it” Bale whispered, before turning ahead, ready for the next step in her journey as the Last Dragonlord. 

And to Astapor, she flew. 

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That’s the end of the chapter!

Unlike the Leandra fic, this one will have a bit more description on the battle and words. The next chapter will either be a large timeskip like what happened in the Leandra fanfic, or something else. 

Love interests for this are for sure Rhaenyra and Laena, not sure if there will be more or not. 

Anyways, have a good day!