So I've rewritten this like two times and each time I keep getting writer's block. I can't see a way to write the story without basically turning Daemon into a male version of Daenerys which isn't a bad thing but I want to make my own character. And in my original draft, Daenerys was supposed to be resurrected but if she doesn't conquer Slaver's Bay and stays there to learn to rule it sort of undermines her character. So I've ultimately decided to just have both Dany and Daemon live.

Prologue

For as long as he could remember Daemon and his siblings have been running. They used to live in Braavos up until Ser Willem Darry died. Their servants had stolen anything of value and left them behind. From then on they ran. All over the Free Cities, they fought, begged, stolen and ran for survival.

They soon were forced to sell their mother's crown for a small amount for food and that was when Viserys changed. His joy had died and his cruelty and anger were born. He would strike both Daenerys and Daemon whenever they displeased him or whenever they 'awoke the dragon'. Daenerys would do as he says but Daemon was more defiant.

His defiance costs him a great deal. One day when they were in Lys looking for someone to take them in Daemon angered Viserys. Viserys tried to sell their sisters maidenhead in exchange for a warm nights sleep. Viserys instead sold him, virginity and all. He begged for forgiveness but Viserys ignored his pleas.

Now a slave, Daemon was put to work at a popular brothel. He was trained in the ways of pleasuring others. He was as defiant as ever but his defiance was replied with lashings until his back was crisscrossed with scars. He soon learned that if he were to survive he would need to be obedient, for now, at least. Men and woman, he was trained to give all kinds of pleasure and to adapt to all sort of perversions.

When he proved his obedience he was taken from the brothel and taken to the Alchemist's Guild of Lys. There he was taught out to brew two poisons, the anonymous Tears of Lys or the brutal Strangler. He was taught that they would only use these on clients with sizable debts with no signs of repayment. Little do they know that they have just given him the perfect weapon of his escape.

After dealing with a few clients in debt he had earned a night with the brothel master. Daemon knew that this is his only chance. He had hidden a vile of Essence of Nightshade, a poison he took the liberty of studying in secret, within himself for they had stripped him before they escorted him. After pleasuring the master he had offered the older man wine. The master, exhausted from the long round of fucking, agreed to the offer. He had reached into himself and dug deep for the vile and gave a sigh of relief when he found it. He poured the poison in the wine.

As soon the master fell to sleep he quickly made his escape. He unlocked his collar and stole a few robes from the masted and took a scarf to cover his face. He took a small pouch of gold from the master before he discreetly walked out of the brothel. He soon made it to the harbor and found a sailor who would take him to the mainland for a price, a price he easily met. Daemon remembered Viserys saying something about Pentos before he had sold him off.

Once he reached the Free City of Pentos, he wondered the streets. He hoped to find his siblings but instead heard of a Magister who housed exiles of Westeros. It was Viserys and Daenerys, it had to be. He reached the magister's palace only to be stopped by Unsullied guards. He told them to tell Viserys and Daenerys that their brother had arrived. One of the guards marched inside while one kept his eyes locked on the prince. As soon as he saw his siblings the magister had allowed him entry.

Illyrio had lavished him with gifts and luxuries but Daemon knew that everything came with a price. As soon as he was fed and washed he has requested that Illyrio loan him one of his many Unsullied guards to train in combat with. He learned how to use the three spears and the short sword. He then had asked Illyrio to hire one of the best warriors in Essos to train him.

It had taken a few weeks for his instructor to arrive, he had sailed from Braavos. Syrio Forel, the First Sword of Braavos. Daemon had thought that the man was more a dancer than a fighter before he had actually spared with the man, he was quick, agile, precise and graceful. He could've killed Daemon many times if he wanted to. The prince had trained in the ways of the Water Dance using his small stature and lean muscled body to its fullest. Months later Syrio had declared his training finished.

In the time he had known Syrio he had asked him about Braavos. It had been years since he had been there. Syrio had told him many things about the Sealord, the Iron Bank, the Red Temple but what interested him the most was the House of Black and White. The headquarters of the Faceless Men. He had asked how one becomes a Faceless Man. Syrio had told him many rumors of the initiation. They were the best killers of the known world and Daemon wanted to know how they are the best.

Daemon stowed away on a ship headed for Braavos. He hid below decks of the boat. For nearly a week he stole food from the barrels he hid behind. Once they reached Braavos he quickly escaped the ship. It took him two days to find the House of Black and White.

When he entered the inner sanctum a cold-faced man approached him. He asked Daemon who he is and the prince quickly lied. The man saw right through him and he eventually told him who he really was. He asked him if he's afraid of death and he answered honestly, he wasn't. His face then turned to a skull with decaying skin and worms crawling in and out. He then grabbed the man bt his robe and pulled him forward and looked into the darkness where his eyes should be. The man was satisfied with the action and offered him food.

From then on day after day, he would ask Daemon who he is and he would reply 'no one' and the man would say he lies. Every day he would see people walking up to the statues of the different gods. It took him nearly a fortnight to realize what they were all really praying for and who they are really praying to, the Many-Faced God. The cold-face man asks him who he wants to kill and he answered. Robert Baratheon, Ned Stark, Jon Arryn, Hoster Tully, Tywin Lannister, his son Jaime Lannister, and lastly Viserys Targaryen. He swore the last name caught the man off guard but he never showed it. He told him that only the Many-Faced God determines who dies, not him and said that they will die when their time comes.

He then instructed him to abandon all the possessions he had brought with him. He gathered his things and walked out of the temple before dropping them in the water all except his mothers necklace. The necklace had a simple silver chain and a large red ruby. It is the only thing he has of her and refused to just throw it away so he hid it under a stone. When he re-enters the temple the cold-face man taught him the history of the Faceless Men.

The order of the Faceless Men is far older than Braavos dating all the way back to the Valyrian Freehold amongst the slaves beneath the Fourteen Fires. Daemon knew much of Valyria Viserys taught him and Daenerys about their ancestors and the language of High Valyrian. Whoever was the first faceless man was unknown, a slave, a noble or an overseer no one knows but they do know that all the slaves prayed to different gods but actually to one, death. They became their god and killed all who prayed for it. Daemon wondered, why kill the slaves and not the masters who made them wish for death? He never asked.

He reached the next stage of his training as a novice. He then met a small girl who looked half his age but she had the presence of a woman grown. She had taught him other languages, taught him how to catch a lie and he helped her prepare her potions.

A few weeks later the cold-face man had told him to learn the Braavosi tongue by being amongst them. He also told him to follow a man of the Iron Bank. Daemon went by the alias of Robert, his disguise is of a whoring man. He kept to a tight schedule a few days out in the streets following the man and a few days back at the temple.

One day on his while he followed the man of the Iron Bank he saw two men follow a girl into an alleyway. He had a decision to make and he quickly made it. He found the two men trying to rip the girl's skirts off. He easily killed the two men by jabbing his dagger into their necks from behind. He had told her to say he wasn't there and she quickly nodded.

He knew they would find out sooner or later so he decided to get on with it. He had told the cold face man that he had killed the two men. That night the girl gives him warm milk before he went to sleep, it had a bitter taste. The next morning he had lost his sight. The cold-face man had told him they are not gods, they do not judge who lives and who dies they serve the god of many faces.

He and the girl would play the game of lies until he learned to pick out a lie just from her voice. An acolyte then brought him to another room. He says he had five senses and should learn how to harness them all. He threw a staff into his arms and began to beat and tease him. Daemon was a skilled fighter but without his sight he was useless. It took months for him to actually block a blow directed to his head. Hearing, smell, taste, feeling he learned how to use all his senses.

He had told the acolyte that he is the cold-face man. He could change his voice but his smell was unmaskable but he neglected to tell him that. His blind training was complete and the next day his vision returned.

A gathering of Faceless Men began to determine if he is ready to continue. A wrinkled old man interrogated him with questions. When the interrogation is over he deems him ready for his first assassination. He would follow a merchantman and kill him. He was always surrounded by people in the markets so it would have to be quick.

His face would be too easy to notice so he was lead down a dark stairway. When they reached the bottom the enter an underground chamber. The walls were lined with carved out faces that looked like masks. Then upon closer inspection, he realized that these are people have died in the temple. The face chosen for him is an elderly man. The acolyte cuts his hand open and instructs him to let his blood drip on the face. Once he did the dried face came to life. He put on the face and become the mask completely.

He follows his target religiously. He memorizes all his little habits, quirks, and lies. What catches his attention is that he sucks on his fingers after he eats. After noticing that it became too easy. Posing as an old merchant named Tywin with a welcoming face, he sold the man some moist crab and the man quickly ait it. Unbeknownst to the man the crab was moist with poison and some melted butter to mask the taste.

The cold-face man was satisfied with the result and decided it was time for him to mentor under mummers who are a part of a play called Western Madness. As soon as he joined the group he knew what the test was. The play was about the Usurper's War. Every time the show played he would watch Rhaegar die at the Trident and his father being stabbed in the back by Jaime Lannister and see Robert Baratheon sit upon his family's throne. He'll admit it nearly broke him more times than once but he powered through it.

After the little show was over for good he returned to the temple. The cold-face man had told him he has resisted the temptations and ambitions of Daemon Targaryen and now he has truly become no one. He was sent to his chambers to await his final initiation for the next day. As he laid there in the defining quiet he couldn't help but think back to why he came here, to begin with, but it was like his mind was blocked off. He exited the room frustrated before he sneaked out of the temple. He knew he had forgotten something but he doesn't remember what.

He scrambled around the stones for what felt like hours until he saw something shine. He pulled out a necklace but not just any necklace. He remembers now, it belonged to his queen mother. He wasn't no one he is Prince Daemon Targaryen. Within the ruby, he saw Viserys, Westeros, King's Landing, Dragonstone and Daenerys. Especially Daenerys. He had decided that he wasn't no one and he will never be no one.

That night he had stolen five faces from the temple. A young girl, an old man, a stern man, an angry woman and a kindly woman. He used all his training to leave without a tace because come morning they will know what he did and they will come after him. He stowed away on a ship that he learned was heading for Pentos.

As he hid he closed his eyes so he could concentrate on why he had even come back to Braavos, to begin with. Not for himself or Viserys not even for the crown but for Daenerys. The Usurper and his dogs stole a childhood away from her and she was the most sincere, kind and innocent person he knows. For her. He was sold to slavery for her. He fled to Pentos to be with her. He learned to fight to protect her. He came to Braavos to learn how to seek revenge for her.

Everything for her.

Now he is returning to her. Once he returns to Pentos everything will be alright.

What's the worst that could happen?