Chapter one (LBHP)

A not so humble beginning.
282 years after conquest....
Our story begins not with a bellow, not with the clashing of blades, but with a feminine scream....
Thankfully it wasn't from our hero... talk about an embarrassing start if that was the case.
No, our hero, Hadrian 'Harry' Potter was being pushed out of the one screaming... Cersei Lannister was giving birth to her first child, but he wouldn't be named Harry in this life.
You see Harry was a true immortal and cannot actually die. When his body is destroyed beyond repair he is reborn... right now he is being reborn into his second life.
It was with a final scream and a great push that Harry was finally reborn with Jaime encouraging his beloved sister, while privately dreading how her cunt would likely be ruined.
Grand Maester Pycelle checked him over before handing him to his mother....
"It's a boy, Your Grace, completely healthy," Pycelle said, before handing him to his mother.
Both Queen Cersei and her brother Ser Jaime Lannister were shocked to see black hair and House Lannister's emerald green eyes.
Both siblings realized that Robert was the father, but as Cersei looked at her baby boy she didn't hate him like she now did his father. Her boy smiling a toothless at her destroyed any resentment that would have eventually developed for him not being Jaime's son. Cersei couldn't hate her adorable baby boy.
"He's not crying," Cersei said in concern.
"Wah!" The as of yet unnamed baby said in reply, amusing his uncle. Unfortunately that was all Harry could do... it served the purpose of amusing him though.
"Not all babies cry, Your Grace," Pycelle said in reassurance. "He should be fine."
Robert, her husband and the King of Westeros, arrived several minutes later from his hunt.
Grand Maester Pycelle passed the as of yet unnamed Crown Prince to his king and Robert felt an instant bond with his son... Robert's finger was grabbed and squeezed with surprising strength. Oh yes, the boy was a Baratheon.
"I shall name him Lyonel... Lyonel Baratheon," Robert said and even Cersei approved of the name.
Robert and Cersei would soon lay with each other again; Lyonel's birth briefly bringing them closer together, but Cersei would also lay with her brother. Once Robert held Joffrey and felt nothing it would destroy their closeness once more.
As for Lyonel, he would grow up proving himself brilliant, hard-working, highly skilled, and also quite the prankster. He excelled in his studies, excelled at using all weapons, and actively worked to perfect those skills. None of them knew that Lyonel used skill imprints to speed things up... his excuse was that combat was a life-or-death thing and essential. Lyonel absorbed the contents of Grand Maester Pycelle's library and every book that he could find. His intellect, growing martial prowess, maturity, and willingness to work hard had impressed those loyal to Houses Baratheon and Lannister and gave those displeased with his father some hope for the future.
Most loved Lyonel... but his younger brother Joffrey wasn't one of them. The feeling was mutual. Lyonel found Joffrey to be vile, cruel, weak, lazy, entitled, cowardly, impulsive, stupid, arrogant, and Joffrey had an unreasonably large ego for such a failure.
Lyonel was everything a prince and king should be. Intellect greater than a maester, combat skill that would one day surpass his mentor Ser Barristan Selmy, he was dutiful, mature, pragmatic, and controlled. Lyonel had used his youth and access to begin building a spy network as a child! He used the Resurrection Stone to gather information from dead people! Lyonel wanted power in all of its many forms to secure his future reign. During this Lyonel discovered his mother and uncles incest... which disgusted him.
Lyonel was building up a spy network, assassins, and learning secrets of allies and enemies.
Joffrey was everything a prince and king shouldn't be. Joffrey was nothing and had no accomplishments to his name.
Lyonel was blessed with two great siblings, a loving mother and uncles, and a loving father... the only real complication was when Lyonel disagreed with his fathers act of mercy to the Ironborn. He only spoke when asked though.
"I think that they will say their meaningless words and rebel in the future... awarding the islands to Houses Lannister and Tyrell in exchange for debt forgiveness and further credit would have been my suggestion." Lyonel had said, an idea that his grandfather Lord Tywin found genius and so did most of the Small Council, but Jon Arryn felt that wiping out a noble house would destabilize the Seven Kingdoms and said such.
"Multiple rebellions from the same noble house will also destabilize the Seven Kingdoms and show major weakness on our part. The Ironborn just rape, steal, and murder and call it an act of piety... they equate evil with holiness and so does their vile religion. How can you convince them to stop pleasing their god while also indulging in acts that civilized men would not? You can't. All followers of the religion must be purged to end their evil for good or they'll only continue raping and reaving. They merely continued that under the Targaryen's and they've continued it under my father."
"Lyonel, mass-murder is wrong! There are innocent people on the Iron Islands!" Jon said.
"Raping, thieving, and murdering is also wrong. There are many innocent people that were victimized by the Ironborn too... and they'll keep being victimized because you don't have the balls to wipe out the damn Ironborn and remove a destabilizing presence from the Seven Kingdoms." That insult got him some laughs and the approval of several lords; including Tywin Lannister, Pycelle, Varys, Baelish, and Lyonel's uncle Stannis. It also angered his father and got him sent out of the throne room, but Lyonel didn't care. It was the harsh truth.
Lyonel wasn't idle, however. He took some Ironborn ships to build his own ship in secret, but it would take him years to complete. He also managed to assassinate Euron Greyjoy too.
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294 years after conquest....
Lyonel was blessed with a good life this time around. He had good loving parents, but his mother laid with her own brother, and his father was weak-minded, a drunken brute, undisciplined, and a slave to his baser urges. His two younger siblings were a joy to be around and Lyonel had made sure that both Tommen and Myrcella were given weapon training to defend themselves with. Lyonel had two amazing uncles who each embodied brain and brawn, and Lyonel cared for them both greatly. His grandfather, however, was arrogant, cold, ruthless, prideful, power-hungry, and an over-compensating cunt.
Lyonel knew that he would eventually have to deal with Tywin.
Lyonel was twelve namedays or years old now.... He could outfight most of the Kingsguard, albeit due to most being worthless and merely above-average, but he could fight evenly with his own uncle and fight Ser Barristan to a draw. A fact that irritated Lyonel to no end. He had all of this skill and skill imprints and could still only draw with Ser Barristan. Lyonel consoled himself with that fact that he would improve.
As for now? Lyonel was participating in a tournament as a mystery knight, having feigned sickness today as an excuse to secretly participate.
On the lists Lyonel easily defeated Sers Meryn Trant, Boros Blount, Preston Greenfield, and Mandon Moore, and even used magic to make them look even worse... all three were unhorsed in a single tilt. For his jousts against Ser Arys Oakheart, Lyonel broke two lances before finally unhorsing him and Lyonel didn't use his magic due to respecting Ser Arys.
But Lyonel barely defeated his uncle, Ser Jaime and was eventually unhorsed by Ser Barristan. Lyonel still won 10,000 gold dragons as the runner-up though.
Lyonel won the Archery contest by a narrow margin; winning himself 20,000 gold dragons.
It was time for the melee now and Lyonel was hoping to win it... it would be quite the accomplishment considering that several participants hoped to expose his identity.
"Well? Get to fighting!" Robert bellowed.
Lyonel was forced to quickly defend himself against no less than five knights, but kicked one several feet backwards and into another knight, shield-bashed two others, and then threw one of the knights into another advancing knight before disarming the last one.
"Any other takers?" Lyonel asked, causing several men to step back in fear.
There was always that one stupid person who felt they could handle a superior enemy... that rather stupid person was a knight and was quickly disarmed and then thrown into another daring imbecile. Lyonel dodged a sword strike from a rather cowardly sell-sword, disarmed him and then broke his arm before punching him in the face, smiling at the sickening noise. Served the damn coward right!
Growing bored, Lyonel opted to go on the attack....
Lyonel exploded into movement, disarming, wounding, kicking, punching, and throwing men out of his way. None stood a chance with Lyonel only fighting at a mere fraction of his full fighting ability.
Lyonel wasn't just using brute force though. That would be intolerable to him.
Lyonel was outfighting ten knights with inhuman speed, grace, and control... calmly disabling them one at a time and all while using dual blades. By this time, his mentor Ser Barristan was beginning to suspect the identity of the Mystery Knight... Lyonel was one of two people that he knew who could fight on that level and Ser Arthur Dayne was long dead.
The ten knights fell; all were disabled, but none were permanently injured and Lyonel moved onto the other competitors.
Lyonel casually strode towards another competitor who was waiting for the other fights to end. He noticed Lyonel and began walking cautiously towards him, when they neared each other, they burst into movement with Lyonel parrying a strike from him before dealing a precision cut to the mans hand; causing him to drop his sword. The guy was so shocked that Lyonel put him on the ground seconds later.
It was soon down to Lyonel, still disguised as a Mystery Knight, and Thoros of Myr... one of the many freeloaders that Lyonel's father tolerated.
Lyonel and Thoros calmly walked towards each other with Lyonel already plotting... they met and Lyonel ducked under the strike of Thoros and then cut the freeloading drunks wrist before ducking behind Thoros and hitting him over the head with an armored gauntlet.
The audience cheered and Lyonel sheathed his swords and then approached the royal box.
"Well fought," Robert said. "Now, reveal yourself."
"As you wish, Your Grace," Lyonel replied, before removing his helmet. "Father," Lyonel said, to the shared shock of his father, mother, siblings, uncles, grandfather, and all of those who recognized him.
"You can fight that well at twelve namedays old?" Robert asked in surprise.
"Yes," Lyonel replied.
"Ser Barristan, I think my son has earned his knighthood," Robert said, and no one dared to disagree. "Lyonel, kneel." Robert said, before rising from his seat.
"In the name of the Warrior I charge you to be brave. In the name of the Father I charge you to be just. In the name of the Mother I charge you to defend the young and innocent. In the name of the Maid I charge you to protect all women...." Robert said. "Do you swear to do this?"
"I do, Your Grace," Lyonel replied solemnly.
"Then rise, Ser Lyonel Baratheon," Robert said, with great and obvious pride in his son and heir.
After presenting Lyonel with his prize money, the tournament ended and Lyonel went to rest and recover in private... secretly he was perfectly fine. He just didn't want anyone else to know that. Lyonel bathed in cold water and read for a day before leaving his chambers as a cover, but he was plotting. Lyonel intended to stabilize his future kingdom.
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Lyonel's first act was to reveal his 'recent' recovery of Lamentation and personally return it to Lord Yohne Royce... an act which won him House Royce's loyalty.
Lyonel returned Vigilance to House Hightower, which may not have won their loyalty but it at least gained him some favor.
For his next act, Lyonel made sure that his father was alone and sober and asked to speak with him... a simple compulsion and Lyonel had permission to travel. His uncle Ser Jaime and Ser Arys would join him for his protection and Lyonel had wrangled support to try repairing the rift between the Seven Kingdoms from his father and Jon Arryn.
Abducting Gregor Clegane, Amory Lorch, and the worst of their men and sending hundreds to the Wall was the next part of Lyonel's plan; an act which greatly angered his grandfather. Lyonel sent Lord Tywin a letter, of course, but Lyonel trying to heal the Seven Kingdoms didn't matter to Tywin. Lyonel ended up giving his uncle Ser Jaime the Valyrian steel sword Orphan-Maker to placate Tywin, which worked due to the old mans fixation on having a Valyrian steel blade in the family.
As for now? Lyonel and Ser Arys were in Dorne with Lyonel having left his uncle Jaime in the Stormlands for his own safety... Jaime wasn't happy, but he understood that his presence could sabotage any talks and that he would be a target.
"Prince Doran will see you now, Prince Lyonel," a servant said with distaste for Lyonel and the bound Amory Lorch and Gregor Clegane.
Lyonel and Ser Arys were led into a room where they were met by Prince Doran and Oberyn Martell, and Doran's heir, Princess Arianne Martell.
"Welcome to Dorne, Prince Lyonel," Doran greeted.
"Thank you, Prince Doran," Lyonel returned.
"I'm told that you come seeking to heal the rift between Dorne and the Iron Throne and I agree that giving us Lorch and Clegane will help with that, but it won't completely heal the rift."
"I understand that," Lyonel replied. "You want Lannister blood too, but that is something that I am unable to give you considering the fact that my mother and my uncles are Lannisters. Plus you've already made pacts with their deaths in mind, which we are aware of. They will fail. Viserys Targaryen is every bit his fathers son and he will likely torment your daughter just as Aerys did Queen Rhaella...." Ser Arys began to look nervous and so did the Martell's.
"But, I know that there is no way to fully heal the rift without becoming party to my own kins murder. As such, I propose this; you get Lorch and Clegane and leave my siblings and I out of any revenge attempts. I've no doubt that your brother can make Lorch and Clegane beg for death. You can marry Princess Arianne to Viserys, he can cross the Narrow Sea and die in battle for nothing... no one will follow him and he will be overthrown if he even wins. Dorne's strength will be spent in vain for a weaklings madness. Once you've realized your plans faults then perhaps we can discuss a political marriage to restore unity to Westeros."
Doran was impressed by the young Prince Lyonel, but found the compromise agreeable. They wouldn't harm children anyway, but this was far more justice than Doran had expected from House Baratheon. The news that House Baratheon and Lannister were aware of their plots was concerning, but them arrogantly dismissing them as a threat was great news. As was a possible political marriage... if they failed to get justice then perhaps they could bring down House Baratheon from within.
"I agree to your terms, Prince Lyonel," Doran replied.
With that handled, Lyonel apparated himself and Ser Arys back to the Stormlands where they would travel to the Free Cities and then to Lys. Lyonel also needed to expand his spy network further and had to travel and place the appropriate spells to do that.... Lyonel would also raid Valyria for more wealth. It was the last one that Lyonel was most looking forward too though. 
Lyonel had magically expanded and warded trunks and a magically shrunk ship just for that purpose.
Lyonel's personal ship was magically shrinkable and only required a crew of one. Controlled by will and bound to him with blood and soul magic. It had ship-breakers, flamethrowers, and was enchanted to nigh-invulnerability; immunity to fire, wind, and bypasses wind & water resistance for incredible speed, multiple storage rooms; all magically expanded to the point that it can transport incalculable weights with enchanted trunks and each room is enchanted to ignore the weight of its contents. It was warded to prevent people from boarding unless invited, can erect a powerful Notice-me-not charm for ten hours. Contains a master bedroom fit for a king and was 450 feet long, with its weight reduced with magic and the ship reinforced with magic. It took years of intense work, but Lyonel had his desired ship.
The first stop was to take Caggo's Valyrian steel arahk and then it was onto Lys to search for the blade of Moredo Rogare... he found Truth and the curved Valyrian steel blade belonging to Sandoq the Shadow.
Lyonel was soon off to Volantis where he bought large amounts of silk and spice and then placed them under stasis in his ship, and adding spying and eavesdropping spells everywhere he could. Lyonel would be back though. That was a lot of wealth that he was carrying.
Lyonel went up the Rhoyne next, fighting and killing pirates in large numbers and adding their spoils to his own.
Lyonel won another Valyrian steel bastard sword, and several chests of valuables like gold, silver, and gems and other miscellaneous objects....
Lyonel spent a month on the Rhoyne and Dagger Lake, and when he left Lyonel was very very wealthy.
It was now time for Lyonel to venture into Chroyane and hopefully loot any treasure left behind.
"Lyonel, don't do this," Jaime said firmly.
"We'll be fine. I'm using my magic to protect us all." Lyonel replied. "I've planned extensively and I need this wealth to undo all the damage that father has done and fund the rebuilding of Westeros. If you want to wait somewhere else then I'll understand, but this will be done. There is no discussion or question about it. I will leave here with the wealth of the Rhoynar and I will use it to rebuild Westeros and eventually take Essos for myself too."
"Father will help you rebuild, Lyonel," Jaime said.
"I won't be indebted to that cunt. I intend to pay off the Iron Throne's debts as soon as I sit upon the throne and then purge Westeros of all corruption and incompetence. This is the required first step." Jaime sighed and gave in.
Lyonel apparated them to near the ruined city of Chroyane, with his ship magically shrunk and stored, and his magically expanded trunks at the ready.
When Lyonel arrived, he wasted no time in entering the city and began cleansing it of the stone men, he quickly grew bored of casually obliterating hundreds at a time and opted to loot instead. If there was anything Lyonel had to leave behind then he would have plenty of free security for it.
Lyonel had already summoned Valyrian steel blades, armor, and dragon horns from beneath the water, likely belonging to the now deceased Dragonlords. Valyrian steel being infused with magic made it very easy to sense for Lyonel, but he wasn't complaining that Valyrian steel was basically the easy pickings. It just meant even more wealth for him.
Lyonel, surprising even himself, decided to loot all of the houses of what he assumed to be the Rhoyner peasants. Unfortunately, it wasn't all that profitable and was basically a waste of four hours of his time.
After that failure, Lyonel started on the palaces, mansions, and the nicer places. Basically anything with ostentatious shows of wealth. That worked much better. Collecting several times his weight in gold and silver tended to do that, he took cutlery, plates, goblets, jewelry, and weapons enhanced with runes to be usable. And there was still a vault left in the first mansion that he was in.
When Lyonel opened that, he was awed. It wasn't so much the contents, those were only worth maybe five million gold dragons, but it was the unspoken promise of the other homes having far more wealth in them. Still, he had already gained a lot of wealth.
Lyonel continued on looting the less grand mansions, gaining far more wealth than all of the Great Houses combined and finally filling up his first trunk. Lyonel repeated this once more and matched his previous accomplishment and gained a couple more Valyrian steel objects in the process. Lyonel even saw the cage of Garin the Great and sensed the dark magic coming from it. He would break whatever curse when he had taken all that he wanted from Chroyane.
It was the palaces made of gold that were a logistics issue to break down or relocate, but the contents were incredible. Excessive amounts of gold inside and out, the vault had several Valyrian steel weapons, huge amounts of gold, silver, copper, gems, scrolls and books about magic and alchemy, and, most importantly, four Philosopher's Stones. Lyonel magically melted the decorative gold, which was attached to the inside of the building and turned it into bars and ingots.
Lyonel eventually decided to place one palace made of gold under the Fidelius Charm and then strip it down into gold bars and ingots. The first palace took him a day to strip down, but there was thankfully only two of them.
The second palace was noticeably bigger and its owners were far wealthier than those of the other gold palace. They had ten Philosopher's Stones, Valyrian steel weapons and armor, incalculable physical wealth in the form of piles of gold, silver, copper coins and stacks of bars in them. Stripping down the palace took Lyonel two days, but he now had enough gold to fund a global fiat currency when he was done. Lyonel had no intention of doing something so utterly stupid, of course; paper wasn't real money or a valid form of wealth and Lyonel had learned that from experience. Lyonel was now worth billions in a medieval society and he had it all in tangible wealth.
When Lyonel finally finished looting Chroyane, it had been a month since he had arrived and Lyonel was pleased that it was a highly productive month for him.
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Lyonel apparated to near Volantis where he would buy more spice and silk before heading to Valyria.
When Lyonel arrived in the Valyrian peninsula, he first saw the so-called demons, but they were merely the ghosts of the victims of the Doom and the Smoking Sea. It was the toxic environment that was effecting him the most, but Lyonel endured, knowing that the Hallows would keep him alive and allow him to adapt. It would be an under-utilized ability to breath in similar environments but it was worthwhile nonetheless. The krakens weren't at all threat to him. They, like sharks, were drawn by blood and Lyonel was also giving them some distance so that they didn't feel threatened by his rather large ship that was 450 feet long and magically expanded on the inside. It would be a shame to kill such amazing creatures after all.
Unfortunately, some of the victims of the doom tried attacking him and were instantly sent to their afterlife. Being the Master of Death had a few perks after all and being untouchable by the undead was one of them.
Lyonel extended his magical senses to detect any Valyrian steel and then promptly summoned all that he had sensed, gaining quite a bit of Valyrian steel and more dragon horns too. Lyonel even summoned House Lannister's ancestral sword Brightroar from beneath the oceans surface. He wasted no time in presenting it to his uncle Ser Jaime.
"This rightfully belongs to House Lannister, uncle," Lyonel simply said.
After finally reaching the shore, Lyonel set up his tent and he began his salvaging trip by summoning the shade of Tommen Lannister. Lyonel ended up with two chests of gold that he magically expanded and enchanted before emptying one into the other.
It took Lyonel ten days to pick the underwater areas clean and fill up his two new chests and five others full of loot, but it was worth it and Lyonel was going to continue and take as much wealth as possible. He still hadn't found any dragon eggs though and Lyonel really needed more of them for his plans.
It was when Lyonel arrived in Valyria the city that things got interesting.... Even after the Doom there was still ambient magic in the air and Lyonel could sense several magic sources in the surviving buildings, which were surprisingly numerous. Some of which seemed like the magic within Valyrian steel and dragon eggs.
Lyonel summoned up that Gryffindor courage and entered the first tower, his skin beginning to blister from the heat and only getting worse as he was exposed to greater levels of heat, but Lyonel gritted his teeth as he quickly regenerated from the rapidly worsening damage.
Lyonel calmly pushed open the doors, the heat burning his hands, and entered the tower.
Lyonel was shocked by the contents; gold and silver decorations, with the more delicate objects such as paintings, fabrics, and furniture having decayed from the intense heat and time. Lyonel quickly stored the few objects of value and began searching the tower.
In the dining hall, he found utensils, plates, and goblets of gold. The decorations were of similar expense, and Lyonel was thrilled to have found three large tables made of Goldenheart wood with plenty of seats made of it. They were thankfully preserved with Valyrian runes and still in perfect shape.
In the various bedrooms, Lyonel found jewelry; quite a bit made of Valyrian steel, some useful furniture and other chests for storage. It was in what Lyonel assumed to be the solar of a Dragonlord that he found a vault made of Dragonstone and layered with enchantments, which had been weakening for over four centuries. As such, unlocking it was extremely easy and when it was opened... Lyonel, Jaime, and Ser Arys were in awe.
Two sets of Valyrian steel armor, six Valyrian steel blades; two greatswords, two longswords, two bastard swords, and about a dozen daggers of the same metal that Lyonel hadn't noticed at first. Apart from that, there was a massive amount of gold, silver, gems, dozens of dragon eggs, crates of dragonbone, dragonbone bows, books on Valyrian magic, arts, history, culture, dragon breeding and raising, and the magic of several ancient societies.
Once everything was stored, Lyonel magically extracted the vault, shrunk it, made it feather light, and stored it on his ship.
It was a real pity that so few people in this world preserved their property with magic. If they all had, then Lyonel's looting could have been far more profitable.
Lyonel continued looting the other towers, sometimes alternating from wealth greater to the first tower or wealth lesser than the first tower, but it was all worth taking and was all extremely valuable. The best way to describe Lyonel's new class of wealth? Essentially limitless. It was logically impossible for Lyonel or his family to spend all of it. Lyonel would still take precautions, of course, one idiot heir could ruin everything. One idiot could destroy a families entire legacy.
It was in the grandest tower that had the most ambient magic and was virtually spared from the damage of the Doom that caught Lyonel's attention. It was a meeting place, like the Wizengamot chamber of Britain, but seated over forty. Now that was the normal part, but the three Deathly Hallows, that was the strange and confusing part. Lyonel also believed that the Hallows were unique to his home universe.
"They aren't, but each magic dominant universe has a set. The Dragonlords sought to pervert the power of the Hallows and enhance their powers to a godlike level, much like you possess after working hard for it. The Dragonlords felt themselves above such difficulty and sought to defy me, drain some of my power, and dared to consider themselves beyond death and to have become gods. I ended them as punishment. The Hallows absorbed the magic of the deceased Dragonlords and have been absorbing ambient magic for centuries...." Death spoke into Lyonel's mind.
"Take them, they are yours. Merge with them and prevent others from gaining and abusing them." Death said. "The White Walkers are also real, but you can pimp slap the Night King into the afterlife. Undead are so overdone and the Children of the Forest made an amateur mistake that you need to correct.... You were actually born here primarily for that reason. That and combating stupidity, incompetence, and advancing this primitive world. The Maesters hold it back and suppress and deny the existence of magic... this includes murder, dissecting and vivisecting people to understand them. Feel free to purge them too and once you beat the Night King the undead will be undone."
"That's surprisingly easy," Lyonel said.
"So your past girlfriends have things in common with undead, wonderful. Both are surprisingly easy...."
Lyonel rolled his eyes and absorbed the other Deathly Hallows into himself and unleashed a scream of agony at the sudden influx of power, obliterating the meeting chamber as he unleashed some of his excess power.
"Now, you have truly godlike power, Lyonel," Death said, with clear amusement. "Most Dragonlords had power rivaling or surpassing Merlin. If you improved your physical abilities then you could actually fight at the god level."
"It isn't safe to perform any more power rituals and training isn't practical," Lyonel replied in confusion.
"Lyonel... you can perform the physical rituals seven times each lifetime. That is the true upper limit of the rituals that only the owners of the Hallows can exploit. You should take advantage and multiply your power further, not all worlds will have the necessary ingredients in them. I must go Lyonel, good luck." Death said, before its presence withdrew from Lyonel's mind.
"Lyonel!?" Jaime asked, running inside the room. "Are you okay?!"
"Yes, I'm fine. The Valyrians tried making their entire race immortal, but were struck down by Death itself and their power belongs to me now.
After looting the remaining cities and taking anything of value, Lyonel departed Valyria for home, but stopped by Volantis to buy more spice and silk.