Another Targ-Story, sorry if you all are annoyed with them but they have so much potential and this one will definitely have that.
Chapter 1: The Black Dragon
Viserys was dead.
It was a travesty for the plan to restore the dragon to power, Khal Drogo and his Khaleesi murdered the King and have long forgotten about taking the Iron Throne.
Now the Khal is dead, killed by an unknown wound across his chest as some have reported back to Pentos with. Daenerys fate is unknown but others within the party believe her to be alive.
So that led to the meeting of today, a group of riders rode up the causeway and into Magister Illyrio's courtyard.
The man heading them was one called Harry Strickland, a portly man who had succeeded Myles Toyne some two years ago. His mild grey-eyes scanned the home, and it's pretty women scattering about the yard.
Jon Connington followed the man at his left, an experienced and weary knight, Jon had once been Hand of the King and Lord of Griffin's Roost in Westeros, exiled by order of the Mad King after his defeat at the battle of the bells.
Another man, at the right of Strickland, was younger than the first two. He removed his golden helm and his shoulder-length golden hair blew in the wind, a look closer and one would see a silver streak lining his sun-bathed hair. Amethyst eyes watched the Unsullied guardsmen opening the door to the manse and the Magister revealed himself.
"Welcome, old friends. I must say it is good to see you all once more." Illyrio welcomed and the three men dismounted, the portly Captain-General bowing his head once.
The other two, they stood still and one watched with disinterest. The younger was having some fond memories of being here, he is eight and ten and he still remembers playing here with his mother, the silver-haired woman who left behind their name for a new one to protect them.
"And I am glad to be here, but, did you have to call on me on the eve of another battle in the Disputed Lands? Friend, we cannot break our contract for this." Strickland told Illyrio who cleared his throat and urged them to come inside.
The three men did, they followed the Magister into his banquet hall and sat down for a beautiful meal of meat and fruit, the young man took a bite from a fresh pear, the juices dripping down his mouth.
"You want us for something, speak it so we shall leave." Jon Connington asked the Magister to speak truthfully, ever so bluntly as he did.
"Right to it, then? Fine." Illyrio's cheery smile left and put down his cheese and bread, "I have begun forging the plan to return House Targaryen to the power of Westeros. Viserys wed his sister, Daenerys, to a Dothraki Khal named Drogo for 40,000 screamers." The young man crackled up at the plan.
"You should know the Dothraki don't set sail, they think the ocean water is poison. Would have been better off giving her to Volantis or buying off a dozen sellsword companies... Like us." Both men looked one another in the eye, Illyrio narrowing them slightly before sipping some of his wine.
"Myles Toyne went back on his word, he laughed at Viserys and stole his food, so did you, I believe." A chuckle left the young man and Harry snapped at him, Jon kept quiet and ate some more food. "Viserys should have stayed here, he didn't, now he is dead and so is Khal Drogo." That is a problem, but why does it involve them?
"So what does it matter, the Khal's wife will go to Vaes Dothrak or die by the new Khal. The Targaryen's are finished." Jon said so with sadness, he hated thinking that his friends last living kin are gone.
"I don't believe so, I have hope that she still lives. I want you to go seek her out when we hear of her." So it was a promise that the Cheesemonger wants them to swear, the three men rose to their feet and bowed their heads.
"Very well, the Golden Company will raise the dragon banner if Princess Daenerys does in fact, live to reappear." The Magister gave them and their guards a room for the night, giving them women and he had a splendid young woman, she attended to all of his needs which made a boring afternoon very satisfying.
A knock came to his chamber doors as he was taking the girl from behind, smacking her ass and frowning, "Come in." He announced to whoever it was.
The chambers opened to allow the Magister to enter, he started pulling up his pants as the girl poured each of them a glass of wine.
Illyrio stared into the younger one's eyes for a long moment, then the two broke out into laughter and embraced as if they were friends reuniting after decades of being apart.
"Oh, my boy, it has been many years since I saw you. You rose far into the Golden Company and you played your part very well, haha!" The Magister began and patted the young man on his shoulder, "My nephew, right-hand of the Captain-General of the Golden Company. Your mother would be proud, Daemon." Daemon Bryteflame, or Daemon Blackfyre smiled widely and sat down with Illyrio as the girl left them alone.
After Maelys Blackfyre fell at the Stepstones, it was the end of the male line of House Blackfyre but the beginning of the female line for the next few decades.
Daemon, he was named after his grandfather, the Daemon who was murdered by his own cousin. Maelys the Monstrous took his cousin's wife as his own and raped her, she was already pregnant by her brother. Alysane Blackfyre gave birth to two girls, Haelana and Serra Blackfyre.
His mother met and married a bard, he abandoned him the day he bedded her. His aunt fell into slavery and had fallen in love with a Magister, his uncle Illyrio.
Serra, his aunt had taken him in and so did his mother. They played in the gardens until one day, the grey plague came and killed well over 2000 people. It killed both his aunt and his mother, he and his uncle found solace in their deaths, keeping a small oil-painted pendent on their person and he even carried it into battle so it kept him focussed.
His mother was gone. His father was gone. His aunt was gone. He had no one but his uncle who took him in, teaching him how to fight and lead, for what? He would always ask that of him, Illyrio said that all men need it but it always appeared confusing to him.
At the age of thirteen, he joined the Golden Company, serving as Myles Toyne's squire. He has served since, only ever rising to the position of a serjeant and receiving a knighthood three moons ago.
"I did, though keeping my identity a secret around the others has been a chore over that last few years. I'm still only Daemon Bryteflame to them." It wasn't entirely true, Jon Connington had caught on to his true self a moon ago, shaken when he revealed that he was Daemon Blackfyre, son of Alysane Blackfyre and his namesake.
His eyes are purple as anyone with Valyrian would have, the silver streak shining through and one of his most noticeable trait beside his smile.
Jon confided in him that he once served Prince Rhaegar, his distant cousin within House Targaryen, the main branch. That he wasn't there to protect the royal family.
He didn't really feel compelled to care, he did know it upset his mother when the dragon was deposed from the Iron Throne. Westeros belonged to the Blood of the Dragon, she and his aunt said to him, not the stags or wolves or lions but he couldn't find it in him to agree.
For five generations his family tried to take the Seven Kingdoms, not coming close at any of the rebellions. He vowed to himself that his House wouldn't go into the dark void and be forgotten, he wouldn't throw his life away for the Iron Throne or the Seven Kingdoms.
He would rise and become the new Captain-General of the Golden Company, he'd lead them into glory as Bittersteel had done in the first days of the companies foundation. Maybe sack a city and carve a kingdom of his own, not anywhere near the Seven Kingdoms.
"Oh, you won't need to when you've found Daenerys Targaryen." His uncle said and he frowned, thinking of a reason for why that would be but got nothing.
"Why are you so fixated on Westeros, uncle, what need do we have for taking the Iron Throne for the House that destroyed mine?" He asked Illyrio who sighed heavily, putting down his cup and sitting back before taking out his pendent of his aunt.
"Your aunt sold herself into slavery, she did it so you and your mother could eat and sleep warmly. Your mother changed your names to protect you, they might have thought they were doing the right thing but it wasn't. Daemon, you have more blood than the bastard of Jaime Lannister, Daenerys does too." His uncle brought them up and leaned forward, "If you and Daenerys go to Westeros together, you and I might fulfill the promise your mother, aunt, and every Blackfyre that has lived had made." So it's because of some stupid idea of taking the throne of Westeros and the Seven Kingdoms.
A long silence ensued as he thought about the idea, the majority of wanted to say no, to stay on his path and become Captain-General of the Golden Company. The tiniest part of him imagined what Westeros looks like, his true home, the home of his ancestors at Dragonstone.
"... "
A Month Later
The Golden Company celebrated the passing of the torch, the former Captain-General's head being dipped into gold.
Harry Strickland went away in the night, he was an old man who was never one to take care of himself and died via heart attack. The many Serjeants agreed that some new blood needed to lead them for once, so Jon Connington vouched for Daemon, he was named the new Captain-General of the Golden Company.
That same day, ten-thousand men began marching East to where Daenerys Targaryen had taken residence within Qarth, their contract made between Pentos and him.
Daemon Blackfyre revealed himself for the first time in front of his Serjeants, many were shocked but some thought it was fate, that a Blackfyre would be the one to lead them after having two none-Valyrian men taking control.
The Black Dragon emblazoned on his gold armor, the ancient sword of kings, Blackfyre at his waist which was looted from Myles Toyne's chest.
"Illyrio said she is in Qarth, she's been missing for quite some time... We have to find her, then the dragon will fly over Westeros once more." Jon Connington stepped at his right, shaven and looking at the vastness before them and their journey Eastward.
"I believe we'll need ships," And where could they buy ships? Daemon turned around and saw the chests of gold, from Harry's treasures.
"Think that will buy enough ships to go to Qarth?" For ten-thousand men and elephants and horses? Jon Connington thought about it for a moment before nodding.
"Yes... With that much, we can."
AN: So I do hope this one is enjoyable, more of a servant story than the others I have written where my Oc's are Princes, Princesses, and Kings.