The Exiled Princess

A decade had passed since that deal had been struck with her protector. The time that had flowed between both then and now, ever since she had agreed to be moulded into something so much more had been both a blessing and a curse. Naruto had been generous enough to gift her with the rest of the day to calm down after both the emotional and physical pain inflicted upon her person by the man she called brother. The rest of the day had been a quiet affair, both of them stayed together alone in that room, with no one to disturb them. During the dead of night, Naruto had taken her lithe frame into his arms as she settled her head upon his chest, falling asleep to the soft beats of his heart.

The very next day, she had found herself been woken at the crack of dawn. The sun had barely risen, but he stated this was the perfect time to start their training. Naruto had also decided to gift her a new outfit that would be suitable for training purposes. Her initial response to the outfit when she first laid eyes on it, was terror and she definitely let it show on her face. Feeling a rush of embarrassment flood through her. They made her look like a young boy and if it had not been for her long platinum tresses, soft facial features and the slight curve of her hips plus other budding womanly assets then she could have easily passed for a young lad. When she started to complain about her training attire, she had expected him to get her something else more suitable for a growing woman, but to her surprise Naruto scolded her for acting like a child or brat as he colourfully called her.

That had shocked her more than anything else and she felt that in her system, normally he would have done everything in his power to cater to her desires. So for him to scold her and put his foot down on this, proved to her how serious he was going to take his duty in training her, vowing to make her into the next warrior queen. Remembering the strength and resolve in his voice from the previous day, had both delighted her and made her toes curl in excitement as she made her own promise right there and then to meet him halfway. That alone did very little to wash away the feelings of dread at what was to come despite the excitement she felt alongside it.

Casting those thoughts aside for now, she dressed herself in the offered training apparel. Once she was changed, Naruto did a quick look over to make sure everything was fastened securely, he then took her to a small meadow outside of Pentos. The first thought that passed through her mind when they arrived, was how she enjoyed the morning breeze that passed over bare skin.

The training gear that he had gifted her consisted of a charcoal black leather jerkin, with matching colour trousers and boots. When seeing her questioning glance as she looked between the clothes and him, he elaborated. He explained his reasoning's behind the choice of colour had originally come from her houses sigil. Gathering that she would have appreciated something close to home, even if it was only on training kit. When he saw her smile beautifully at him, he knew the right choice had been made.

The spot that would be their official training ground for the next few years could only be described in one word.. beautiful. There were a small portion of trees scattered throughout the meadow, they were both thin and frail looking in appearance, but the leaves were thick enough to provide some decent shade for the hotter days. The grass that seemed to flow gently to the breeze of the wind reached up to tickle their lower knees. A small stream was present not too far off, a place that would serve the purpose of wiping the sweat and grime from them after their sessions while also serving as a place to refresh them. This place would serve them dutifully for both their training and a place for just the two of them to relax.

After taking the time to take in the scenery they both settled a few paces from one another. Naruto looked confident and regal as his cloak fluttered in the wind, reaching underneath it, he brought out a blunted edged sword and tossed it to her feet. Issuing a firm command for her to retrieve it and hold it in a steady grip. The moment she dipped down to slowly grasp it, her first mistake had been made and was quickly made aware of it as a burst of pain shot throughout her arm. Dany couldn't stop the gasp that escaped her mouth as the shock settled in her, cradling her wrist gently as it had been the point of impact, she glanced teary eyed up at Naruto who was giving her his signature blank mask.

"There will always be casualties on the battlefield, why would some fucker who wishes to take your life, grant you the leniency to grasp the tool that would take theirs?" Not giving her time to answer, he issued another firm command. "Grab it quicker!"

The words while harsh were very true, that had become apparent, but then something much more startling had come to light. Her Naruto would be issuing as much punishment as necessary for all these lessons to be drilled into her brain. A stray thought flew through her mind trying to link Naruto to her brother, trying to show they weren't much different, but that dark thought was only present for a moment when the true difference between them became apparent. Her brother sought to use punishment as a way to keep her submissive and under his thumb. Get her to believe that only he knew what was best for her or wake the dragon. Whereas Naruto wanted to use punishment as a way temper her, to reinforce her and help her walk the path of progression through pain. The same path he once walked and maybe still does, that was enough to stoke the fire already burning within her. He believed in her and the woman she would one day become, so she swore to walk down the same path.

The first day had been the worst, getting her body used to this sort of work out, but she had survived it by the skin of her teeth. By the end of it, her being was littered with cuts and bruises, her hair was messy and tangled and her face had patches of dried blood on it. She should have complained about the harshness of the training regime, but when she settled and bathed that night, she had felt an odd sense of triumph.

After the first night, came the next day and soon after that, time just appeared to flow by in the blink of an eye for her, days shifted into months and then months became years until we arrived here in the present. Daenerys was not ashamed to admit that there times when she just wanted to give up and admit her brother was right that she could not possibly be the dragon that herself and Naruto believed her to be or could ever become. Then she remembered all the times when she raged and screamed at Naruto, asking him how any of this was helping, wanting him to say or do something, anything besides standing there like a stone statue as she vented all her frustrations. Her loving protector never said a word as she vented, just stood there taking it all in stride. She lost her way more times than she could count and there were times when the path seemed lost to her, but he was always there to offer her words of courage and refuelling her drive to become what they envisioned. The fire that had dimmed during those hard times had been stoked and was more determined than ever before and she would resume her course on the correct path.

So that now brings us to the present, both of them were playing their own song, the steel in each others hands clashing and creating a sweet jingle that echoed throughout the meadow. Amethyst orbs quickly searched for anything in range that could be used to either their advantage or disadvantage, seeing nothing noteworthy she locked her gaze back onto her opponent. Studying his movements, judging them and trying to anticipate where he would move to next so she could attempt to devise an effective counter. When the spar had initially began, he informed her that he would be increasing both his speed and power and she had the gall to doubt him because everything looked the same and felt the same to her.

That had been a sweet thought that only lasted for a short time and when she realised that, it was too late. He allowed her to get overconfident and bold. Then when he actually did start to fight more seriously, his strength was the first to increase and then his speed, she would attempt to slash and he would be there with his sword to halt her advances. When she tried one of the manoeuvrers he had shown her, he would either block, parry or evade and then that shine of mirth would appear in his eyes. It was humiliating to her that even after all this time she could rarely get the upper hand against him, but these were the times she treasured most. Right here and now she was not an aspiring queen or a dragon, but simply his little light and it was because of that fact that she treasured the times spent here with her guardian.

"You lose," the feeling of his warm breath hitting her ear was enough to draw her from her musings, shivering pleasantly at the sensation that rocked throughout her body. That moment had been quickly ruined when she felt his hand grip her wrist tightly, it might have been a loose use of strength to him, but to her it felt like iron. Shifting her hand, the tip of her blade faced towards the ground, leaving her with no form of protection as he moved his own blunted edge toward her jugular. "Yield," he demanded. What he wanted was not lost on her, but this was a command she did not want to heed.

As she stared into his eyes, issuing a new silent challenge. It took every ounce of her willpower to not succumb to the hypnotising effect those golden orbs had on her. How he was able to change the colour had been something she had been greatly curious about, but she had relented for the first few moons until finally questioning about them. At first he was guarded as if afraid of possibly answering her, until one day when she had repeated the same question. He stared at her long and hard as if searching for something and he must have found it for he finally told her.

"My eyes are a result of my inner beast, last time I had shown these eyes to the world. I killed a great number of people and harmed far more, I caged that part of me after as a result."

When her question was finally given an answer she didn't know how to feel about it. Maybe she wanted to feel happy as this showed a great deal of trust, but in the end she could only feel frightened. You would think him admitting that he killed a great number of people would have scared her, but she felt his anger and reasoning behind it was justified, but the tone in which he spoke is what truly struck her. He sounded so afraid, unsure and hesitant as he talked about the ability to shift his eyes. All of those emotions were something she never thought she could associate with him. Naruto always radiated this aura of confidence, power and certainty, he was always so sure of what he was doing and to see him in that moment, gave her a glimpse at the man inside and she didn't know how to feel about that.

Their eyes still peering into one another's, engaged in a battle of wills, who would make the other submit first? Daenerys would have normally wanted to have a safe and clean victory, but with his sword still close to her throat she knew those luxury options were no longer available. Her arms were aching and sore, what remaining strength she had was quickly fleeing, waking up the next morning would definitely not be a pleasant experience. The only relief she would get would be tonight, a new method that added into their training by her insistence. There was something magical about being lathered with healing oils and creams, feeling them soak into her bare skin. This was always done with all of her bare flesh revealed to him. At first he was hesitant, but after some reassurance from her he agreed to her request. His hands were truly magic on her skin and shuddered as she remembered the way her body yielded to him each and every night. Those were such sweet thoughts, but right now she had to earn this victory so maybe she could be the one to also take care of him this evening.

Then came the realisation that this was quickly turning into a losing battle as her strength was on its final ropes. A tired sly grin formed on her face as a last ditch idea came to mind, as if it had been blessed by the beings above. This would definitely be her most ballsy plan and would mean certain defeat if it failed, but victory would be assured if it prevailed and she didn't have a lot of options left.

Naruto rose a brow in confusion at the sight of her grin, but he widened his eyes when he felt a surprising amount of strength from her, just enough to push his sword arm away. Next thing he saw was her, quickly drawing her head back before shooting forward. Dany prayed this plan would work and when she felt a connection followed by a solid crack. Time seemed to slow down between them as he let go of his sword and quickly rushed to cover his nose.

"Fuck sake!" He howled, blood began seeping through the cracks in his fingers. Finally gaining an advantage over him she was not about to let it spoil. Rushing forward, she tackled his midsection, sending them both barrelling to the ground with her straddling his waist, her own blade moving so it was now inches from his own throat.

"I do believe it is your turn to yield, my loving knight~" she cooed in a singsong voice as sweet as honey while also carrying a seductive undertone. He stared at her in shock while still clutching his nose, sort of like it was the first time actually seeing her, before he then broke out in laughter. Daenerys could feel herself rising and falling from her position on top of him as his chest heaved. His laugh rang hard and true, echoing through the formerly quiet meadow. When he did actually move his hands from his face, she had to fight back a cringe, his entire lower half was painted crimson. He grinned at her despite revealing his stained teeth.

"That was truly a ballsy plan I got to give you that," he said with his grin widening further, revealing more of his stained teeth. Yet there was something about that look that had her cheeks growing warmer. "I guess from now on I'll need to give my all in our spars, can't have you making another bold play like that again." He met her eyes and his grin dipped into a smile. "I am truly proud of you my little light."

The smile she sent him in return for his praise was absolutely gorgeous. Moving her sword away from his throat, she chucked it on the ground next to them. Then wiggling down his body so his legs were trapped in-between hers, she then lowered her chest down onto his. Taking a deep breath when her head connected with his chest, breathing in his scent, he smelt of fire and smoke. An odd combination.

Closing her amethyst eyes and basking in the calming aura that just seemed to flow from his body. The flush that she had been sporting moments ago had all but vanished except for a faint pink hue that lingered from being in such an intimate position with him.

Even now as she felt her body relax despite the tension that still lingered from their dance. Only if his aura could have been made into a weapon, then all of Westeros would be bowing to the dragons once more. It still amazed her even now the effect his body had over her, calming her greatly with such simple interactions, like a touch or being held by him. Maybe they were destined for another… those were thoughts that would need further attention later on, as of right now she was content enough for his aura to whisk her away to the land of dreams.

She would have been whisked away if it wasn't for him tapping her lower back. Glancing up at him from her position on his chest, she sent him a glare that was severely weakened by the adorable pout on her face. In return, he gave her a disarming smile.

"Time for us to be heading back," he sniffed the air before making a face of mock disgust. "We are both in dire need of a bath and I definitely need to wash my mouth out, feels like I've licked a rusted sword." He heard a faint familiar type of giggle, reminding him faintly of a person from another life, a different time. He didn't know he helped raise a future pervert.

"Don't wanna move, screw it if we are smelly I'm comfortable," came her childish reply. Completely disregarding her training to be the future queen of the seven kingdoms. Shoving her face deeper into his chest, her body rose and fell as he released another hearty chuckle.

A mischievous gleam entered his eye, not that she could see it from burying herself in his chest. "Well… there are other ways to get you off me~" he teased and based on how her face shot up, staring at him in horror she knew exactly what that voice represented. He moved his fingers in a slow and torturous wiggle motion.

"I pray you wouldn't resort to such an offensive action against your rightful queen, the punishment would be disastrous." Resorting to her last line of defence, her queenly facade. Her smile vanished, eyes dipping and her voice coming out flat. Naruto's eyes shone a bit brighter, she didn't know that she was just spurring him onwards. Nothing would save her now.

"Oh really… and pray tell, what is to stop me now?" He questioned, bringing his mouth closer to her ear, making her suppress a shudder of delight as his warm breath assaulted her earlobe. "There is no one else present here, even the wildlife have left." Moving his mouth away from her ear much to her barely concealed disappointment if her frown was anything to go by. "We are the only souls here, so what I am about to do wouldn't be whispered by anyone else." The wild looked that appeared in his eyes sent a shiver down her spine.

That look might have sent a pleasant jolt down her body, but having a guess at technique he was going to use against her next would most likely leave her a quaking mess. Naruto surely didn't disappoint for not a second later, he began to savagely attack her sides, his fingers finding all the ticklish spots that would reduce her to nothingness. Letting out a girly squeal she pushed him on his back before rolling off him, ignoring the way her muscles groaned from the sudden movement, but the next thing she knew Naruto was hovering over her resuming his assault. The change in position had done nothing to dissuade him and dare she say it, he only grew bolder. She was quickly reduced to tears, her body refusing to help her, giggles came from her mouth and laughs from him, their combined voices covering the field.

"I give… I give!" She cried out, her tears flowing from the corners of her eyes down her beautiful face, after a brief moment he relented and rolled onto the ground next to her. Both of their chests heaved as they regained their breath, turning her head she saw him giving her a look of fondness, something she returned just as strongly. These were definitely her most treasured moments.

Although something was different about this moment, a tension had been set between the two. They kept their gaze on the other, admiring them and many thoughts passing through their minds.

Naruto never bothered to hide how much he admired her and the woman she was slowly becoming under his guidance. There were still many things they had yet to talk about, such as his use of chakra which he chalked down to simple magic and also his true connection to house Targaryen. He knew the day would come when she knew everything, but first she needed to be stronger and gain some experience of what the world was truly like. He also sometimes prayed that day never arrived, he wanted her shielded and protected forever in order to keep her pure, but she was a dragon and they were never supposed to be caged. Maybe he saw a lot of himself in her, wanting to make the world a better place, but he had been spoiled by a harsh upbringing and then war. Either way a choice would be presented before her and he would give his all to make her dreams come true.

Daenerys was staring deep into her protectors eyes as she recalled everything this man and she had been through. Her longest memory that she could recall was staring at his smiling face, he had looked a giant from back then, but now he was within reach of her. There were a lot of things she had regretted such as the pain she caused him when they were leaving the house with the red door, keeping the abuse she suffered from her brother, but she never regretted accepting Naruto's offer. The amount of time they had spent together since that day had given her greater clarity of the effect he had on both her mind and mind. Daenerys eyes trailed down his face, before landing on his bloodied lips, she wondered what it would be like to feel his lips on hers despite the blood.

When she met his gaze again, it appeared he was thinking of the same thing. Their ongoing moment should have been ruined by their state of dress or the blood smeared over the lower half of his face. Those thoughts were quickly passed over as their faces inched closer to one another, their gazes held steady as if daring the other to back out. Their eyes finally started to close as the distance between the two grew shorter, and then they finally had their first kiss, but would not be the last.

They took their time as if memorising the feel of each others lips, savouring both the taste and the feeling of finally being made one. When they did finally draw back from one another, Daenerys licked her lips, tasting their mingled saliva and his blood, she didn't mind the latter, but it sparked something inside her. Naruto must have felt it too since he quickly dived in for another one and he instantly felt like he was being plunged into cold water as it ignited his own need. The sweet first kiss was quickly made into a distant memory as they both kissed each other more hungrily, Naruto made the distance between them shorter as he was now moved to position himself over her.

A rational part of his mind had initially wanted her to set the pace of the kiss, but seeing her display the same level of neediness was starting to wake up the more primal side of him. He nearly lost it when he felt her dainty hand grab his calloused one and place it on her breast, knowing exactly what she wanted. He gave her breast a firm squeeze and the shackles that bound his inner beast were starting to unravel when he heard and felt her moan into their kiss.

Pretty soon their tongues started to take more action and greeted one another fiercely, while his hand was still teasing her breast before moving to give the other one some attention while his idly hand moved to massage her rear. He was shocked for a moment when she threw him off her before moving to straddle him, giving his cheek a lick before moving to kiss his neck while his hands returned to their previous positions and resumed their work. A throaty groan escaped him when he felt her ground her womanhood over his shaft.

Just as they were both planning to explore further, a face flashed through Naruto's mind and his body stiffened. Dany instantly took note of this as his hands stopped their ministrations of her body. Raising her head from his neck, she looked concerned down at him, her lust had taken a back seat.

"What's wrong?" She asked him.

He bit down the inside of his cheek hard enough to draw blood, anything to stop the tears that threatened to build. Why would she pop up now of all times? It was such bullshit.

"Nothing you did," he assured her, placing a hand behind the back of her head to bring her down for a quick kiss. One in the hopes that he reassured her that it was not anything she did.

'Why did you appear now? Did you want to remind me of my failure to both you and our children?'

"We should be heading back we really need to bathe," he couldn't meet her eyes now, and she only grew more concerned for him. Giving him a forced nod, she slowly climbed off him. When she was standing she held out her hand and gave him a half smile when he took it with almost no hesitation.

After a moment Naruto licked his thumb to wipe the blood off her lips, seeing her raise a brow at him. "You sort of had my blood on you." Laughing a little at that, but it quickly died when he turned around silently and walked towards the stream, lowering himself to splash some water over his face.

'A talk between us is long overdue it would seem, I need to know if there is something more here or if this was a one off?' She questioned herself, her mind was swimming with possible scenarios as she and Naruto then headed back to the manse. A far cry from their normal routine.


The False Dragon

"What in the seven bloody hells is he?" Viserys mentally questioned him. He had taken to pacing backwards and forwards throughout the room that had been provided for him. The room was luxurious and highly decorated as if to meet the expectations of a king. A bed made from the softest feathers from both chickens and geese with the purpose of providing great comfort for him and his many bed mates. A sturdy bed frame had been constructed to provide even greater comfort to his desires, the frame had yet to creak even after the great number of slave girls who had been present on it with him. A large, rare and stylish look carpet decorated the floor of his room, displaying a wide range of colours. The carpet itself had been brought over from Tyrosh. There had always been a jug of Arbor Gold present on the well crafted oak table in the corner of his room. A gift from house Tyrell as they desperately cry out for their king to return to his rightful throne or that is what Illyrio had told him. The rest of the room was filled with other valuable items and trinkets.

Then came the moment when he had to hold back a grimace as he recalled the single most painful memory in his arsenal. When that bastard had driven his fist into his stomach, he had felt no pain for a moment until it felt like a wave of ice descended down upon him only to be followed by a searing heat that even made his blood boil. What brought the most confusion to his mind was the heat. As depicted in the tales of old, fire was said to not be able to harm a dragon and in his mind he was the last true one. Naruto must have disguised his strike as something to do with flames to avoid knowing its true appearance, that was the only rational thought he could conjure.

Carefully undoing the buttons upon his black and red silk doublet, revealing his porcelain like skin. Soft and milky, absolutely devoid of any form of muscle. The flesh that had once been so pure, so perfect was now tainted, ruined from a gift left from the oh so gallant protector. A fist imprint resided over his stomach, it looked like the shape of his fist had been burned into his skin, hence the confusion about how fire should not be physically possible to harm a dragon, but the proof laid here clear as day. This should not have been possible, the healers assured him that it would have gone after a few days rest, but here we were years later and the proof was still present.

'I must figure it out how he did it? I must know!' Viserys raged in his mind. While begrudgingly admitting that he might have become a little power hungry in his youth, but now he could understand that he was properly delving into madness. The scary thought was as each day passed, he didn't know if he wanted to stop his descent or even if he could at this point. The questions had been the driving force behind him as he walked along that dark path, never guessing they would be answered at the end of his ropes.

Halting himself mid-step as he picked up on the sound of approaching footsteps, hurrying to re-button his doublet, he then advanced towards the window. Risking a peek from around the corner, he instantly took note of his sister and her protector, but something seemed off with them. They appeared to be a lot more subdued than normal, and they were avoiding each others eyes. Interest then suddenly sparked within him, maybe he could use this to his advantage and finally drive a wedge between them.

He carefully watched them approach for a few moments before they disappeared and he felt the door beneath him open. Wasting no time, he rushed over to the pitcher of wine and poured himself a glass as he began to conjure all types of various schemes with his newly revealed information. Once he filled his glass to the brim he brought it to his lips and downed it in one go, the sweet wine dripping down his smooth chin before he wiped it away with his sleeve.

The glass clattered on the table as he then made his way to leave the room. His stride was then shattered as he heard a faint and hesitant knocking from the other side of the door. Seething like a spoiled brat at having his favourite toy taken away, Viserys approached the door angrily and swung it open, frightening the small servant girl that had been present on the other side.

The girl looked young and tidy, her hair flowed down to the small of her back and her big blue eyes looked enticing to him. The clothes on her back were a lot more than what a servant could ever afford, but Illyrio had always generous to those who served beneath him. Thinking of their gracious host, he would most definitely need to inquire about this particular servant girl and if she had bled yet or if he had already previously sampled her.

"Yes?!" Viserys barked impatiently.

The sudden shift in his demeanour startled the girl even more. Forcefully willing her body to not take a step back, yet she couldn't meet his eyes in fear of what she might find. "The master said that a letter arrived in regards to..."

Viserys face had a smile on it, but not a pleasant one. It was about time, one of his plans actually bore fruit for him. He could only pray this one was the one to bring him one step closer to taking his throne, and finally implode the bond between his sister and her knight. And then once she was finally alone and unprotected, forcing her to revert back to her former personality and easier to control.

"Thank you," he said with false politeness. "Now carry on with your business." She bowed her head and walked away, giving him a full view of her rear. He was set under a deep trance as with every step she took, gave her rear a beautiful bounce, which only served to further his desire for her. When the girl was just about to pass around the corner, he snapped out of his fog and called out. "Come to my chambers tonight, I will have need of you!" Not bothering to check if his command had been acknowledged, even if it hadn't. He would later have her punished by another servant, or do the deed himself before taking her to his bed.

Noting there would be nothing further to delay him, he closed the door to his room and continued onward to his destination. He needed to find Illyrio and read the contents of that letter himself and he already had an idea of where the man would be. It hadn't taken him long to find him.

Illyrio was found relaxing in his garden, marvelling over his landscape with a glass of wine in hand. The man was once slender in his youth as he made a living working as a sellsword, but after the various years of wealth the man had now become morbidly obese. His pig eyes and fat cheeks didn't make him a pleasant sight nor his coarse yellow hair, oiled fork sun-kissed beard and crooked yellow stained teeth. No matter how much wealth he gained he would never be a pleasant thing to look at again.

As if sensing him the fat man glanced over his shoulder and smiled with teeth and all. "Ah, your grace such an honour," he said humbly, dipping his head respectfully. "What can I do for you? Name it and if it's in my power, I shall grant it." Asking patiently and taking another sip of his wine before offering the seat next to him.

Viserys discretely swallowed the bile that threatened to spill from his throat. "One of your servants told of a note that arrived, I wished to read its contents with my own eyes." He said before taking the offered seat, pouring himself a glass of wine.

Not answering him for a moment, realisation flashed in the mans eyes. "Oh yes, the letter actually arrived this morning, but it was written in Dothraki, spent the best part of the morning translating it into the common tongue. I sent my servant to notify you when it was complete." Fishing a parchment from his robes, he slid it over the table carefully to avoid the wine droplets on the table.

Picking it up with his bony fingers, he sipped his wine before opening the note and scanning it over. The sheer joy he felt at this moment was immense, finally a plan was coming together.

"So he shall be arriving on the morrow?" Viserys asked, glancing at the magister.

Illyrio nodded his head slightly, starting to feel a bit light from all the wine he had consumed.

"Well then we must call my sister to give her our best wishes, surely she will be happy to get away from that bodyguard. A warrior husband would do her wonders." Viserys spoke more to himself, missing the look of dread that came over Illyrio's face at the subtly mention of the blonde.

Viserys might have been too blind to see how close his sister and Naruto were, but the obese man was not. Daenerys had gone from being the shy young girl into a more confident woman who could hold her own by now if he had to guess, Illyrio doubted if there was anything that could drive them two apart forever. The words and the looks Naruto sent him still haunted his dreams, full well knowing the blonde could kill him at any point if he crossed too serious of a line and this potential wedding may just do it.

Illyrio only followed through with the plan concocted by the beggar king because it was the easiest way to secure his elevation to the high court in Westeros. Pentos held too many phantoms and he desperately needed to escape this continent and a fresh start across the narrow sea sounded like the best way to achieve just that. Favour was easy to obtain when it came from fools. The only problem with his plan was the presence of the blonde. Knowing full well that if Daenerys didn't want to marry a total stranger, even if he was a renowned warrior and a killer and begged Naruto to help her escape her fate. Then the blonde would make Illyrio's greatest fears a reality. Naruto could easily level Pentos and all of the world if angered, especially if the information from his source on the blondes real identify was to be taken with a grain of salt.

"I shall call the princess, soon as she finishes bathing. There was a lot of blood present on her once she returned with Naruto." Raising a brow in intrigue, wondering how this could add some more weight in convincing his sister to agree to this match and leave her annoyingly overprotective protector behind. Seeing no harm in following the Magisters suggestion, waiting an hour wouldn't be too much harm.

The hour was spent with Viserys practically inhaling the food brought from the kitchens at the request of Illyrio, you would think the boy never ate a day in his life. After a fair amount of time had passed Illyrio spotted the princess approaching with her dutiful protector a safe distance behind her, summoning a servant within range, ordering them a few more chairs. As soon as a servant brought the required number of chairs, Naruto held one out for her, he instantly noticed the grateful look she sent him before Naruto sat down on the free one next to her.

'How it gods name is he not sweating?' Illyrio mentally questioned the whiskered blonde. Naruto was still wearing the same black coat he had on him when he arrived and it looked to be in pristine condition almost like magic kept it protected. Not even a hint of discomfort could be detected from Naruto as he sat in his seat like a proper gentleman, while the sun continued to glare down on them.

Daenerys wore a cream coloured dress that hugged her figure nicely, accenting the size of her growing breasts, her skin and hair gave off a faint aroma of the scented oils he had provided for her.

Illyrio must have been looking at the princess for too long because when he met Naruto's eyes it froze him solid. The amount of rage that was brewing just underneath those calm orbs made him realise he stared too long. He slumped down and stared at his wine, trying to make himself seem as small as possible.

Not noticing the interaction between their host and the man he despised, Viserys let his impatience show, everyone that mattered in his mind was now present. Shooting a scowl at Naruto who had shifted his gaze to him now and stared back impassively while Daenerys glared at her brother hard, now very easy to see who was more fiercer of the siblings.

"Sweet sister..." trailing off as he pondered how to go about this conversation. Two options were available, there was the sweet approach or the blunt one? Blunt sounded better in his mind and would get the job done quicker. "I have taken the time to find you a suitable husband, a man who has never tasted defeat, and one who will take you in exchange for an army." Yes blunt approach definitely better. Glancing her face for any signs of distress and when he found none, forced him to suppress a frown from appearing on his own. Seeing her pretty much ignore him as she reached over to grab the pitcher placed on the table, pouring herself a glass of wine before raising the jug to offer some to Naruto who shook his head in response.

Bringing the glass to her lips, she sipped a little bit and felt the sweet feeling rush down her throat. Seeing her set down her glass, he awaited her response. "Pray tell 'dear brother' what gave you the idea that you have any right to offer my hand... to a man I barely know when I am fairly capable of making choices for myself?" Narrowing her violet eyes she stole a glance at Naruto.

"Well as your king..." Interrupted by a scoff from Naruto, glowering at him for a second before clearing his throat. "As I was saying as your king, I have to make tough decisions regarding all members of our household, and seeing as we are the last two left and it would be more fortunate for you to be married before I am so the rest of Westeros could see our strength. Once we have an army, the rest of our loyalist will reveal themselves and we will have the needed forces to storm Kings Landing and take our rightful places upon the iron throne. Only then will I deem to marry to a suitable bride who will give me many children and our future line shall be secured." Saying all that with a completely straight face as if his explanation would appease her.

Illyrio who had remained quiet since the conversation began, drank the rest of his cup before quickly resupplying. He wanted to offer praise and some honeyed words to rally Daenerys to her brother's side, but the presence of Naruto being so close held his tongue.

A table was the only thing separating them and one wrong word and his life would be ripped away from him. Risking a glance at Naruto and seeing an amused smirk upon his lips made him believe the blonde had the same thought.

The sudden shift in Daenerys demeanour earned her the attention of everyone present. "You might believe yourself to be a king, but right now you are nothing. You believe you can bargain with my future happiness, and tie me to a murderer and a killer while you will probably get some dainty flower who is afraid of you? Tell me then, oh wise brother, what gives you the right to even think to compare our situations?"

Viserys had to give everything to contain his rage at her statement because deep down he knew she was right. He had nothing, but what Illyrio gave them and to have that inadvertently pointed out drew forth his need to punish her. Naruto being here was what gave her the courage to stand against him so publicly, but he couldn't raise a hand against her because Naruto would then step in, maybe if he could remove the blonde bastard then maybe he could sway her. "Maybe we should speak about this in private? Just the two of us and I could help you see the finer points of such an alliance?" Wondering if he prayed on any familial love she held for him years ago would get her to agree to his request.

Daenerys closed her eyes for a moment and took in a deep breath, opening them after a brief pause. There was a fire still present in her eyes. "So you can abuse me without no allies by my side? Just like you did when we were little? Well answer me this then brother dearest, how fares that scar on your stomach from your last attempt? Well then guess what I am no longer that little girl who could be bullied and manipulated, my life is my own and I will do what I want with it and we shall speak no more of this!" The second he opened his mouth to attempt to save the situation was the moment she stood up, knocking her chair back. "I said this discussion is FINAL!" Daenerys shouted at him, like actually shouted at him, resting her hands on the table. "I will no longer entertain your foolish notions." Her piece being said, she turned and walked towards the exit of the garden, but stopped at his next words.

"He is due to arrive on the morrow to see his bride and if he is here and you are not, then he might turn his wrath to the people of this city believing it to have been an ambush set for him." Men of his character had been known to be unpredictable despite what others may have thought of them. "Could you live with yourself knowing your selfish actions caused the death of so many people and the other half to be enslaved and sold like cattle." A dirty trick because she herself was being sold like simple livestock.

Daenerys stared long and hard at the ground before glancing over her shoulder at the blonde who had remained quiet and calm since all this began. A silent conversation took place before he gave her a brisk nod and stood up. Then turning to the man she was unfortunate enough to call her brother, sending him one more glare before opening her mouth to give him her response.

"I will make my decision tonight and if I do decide to leave, me and Naruto will be long gone by morning so you better find a way to avoid having your head severed." Leaving the garden before he could reply, Naruto waited until she was just out of earshot before turning to Viserys.

"You fucked up baby dragon if you're not too careful you won't need to worry about his sword meeting your next." Purple met gold and gold prevailed, Naruto after seeing his message well received, took his leave to find his little flame.

The true error of his ways now made apparent to him, she held the power throughout the conversation and that infuriated him, picking up her glass and throwing it in the direction she left in. The madness now almost completely overtaking his senses.


The Dragon Guardian

The day had started off so well, following the usual routine, but then there was something different he noticed but chose not to comment on. Daenerys was more focused and when the time for their dance finally came, she tested out a bold move and surprisingly, it actually worked and thus granting her first victory over him.

Then came their first kiss and he had never felt such need and desire since his wife. He felt his primal side stir and she matched it stride for stride until an image of 'her' passed through his mind and froze him solid. Even after all this time a small piece of him still held on to the memory of his wife, and because of that he had ruined their first moment and maybe their last.

Naruto was laying on the bed in his room with his hands covering his face, groaning in frustration. His cloak now hanging on the back of the door, not that he needed it right now as he was the only soul present in his room. Only Shiera and Daenerys had seen what he looked like without it, well Shiera had seen everything that he wished to hide from the world. Every scar, burn, mark that was littered on his body and when he feared the worst she had yet to turn away from him.

What he craved most growing up had been the acceptance of his people, and yet after all the years of pain and hardships he earned it, only for it to be taken away when he came to this world. Loosing everything you had ever known or grown to love only to have them ripped away from you as your frown into a completely new world. Forcing you to adapt to an almost completely new environment, learn their language which hadn't taken much time as he would have believed. The people here were weak and overly reliant on their titles to shield them making them easy prey for Naruto in the field of battle and being as overpowered as he was, gave him a choice in how to approach everything.

This inflated his ego for a bit, being the strongest being alive right now and apparently loosing his ability to age here had opened his eyes to the true art of warfare. He had seen cities sacked, burned. Women and even children rapped and taken as trophies and he stood by because he didn't owe these people anything, at first he had saved them, but after seeing the same thing over and over again he grew darker to the ways of this world. When he looked into his soul now he only sees a field of darkness with a few candles that represented the light in him.

There were small plots in the darkness where candles once resided and now only three remained burning.

The one that burned brightest was supposed to represent Daenerys. His little light as he dubbed her so affectionately and how could it not burn the brightest for her. He had spent the most recent years at her side only leaving for a short amount of time, but never before leaving her with some protection.

Raising her had truly been a privilege, watching her grow not just under his guidance, but her own as well as she prepared to tackle the harsh world. After the loss of his wife, he never thought he would feel such need for the contact of another, not even Shiera had lit this spark inside him. In certain peoples blood there was something called imprinting, a need to be with someone else almost like a magnetic pull and Daenerys was for him, and just maybe he was the one for Shiera. That brought up the kiss he shared with Daenerys, filling him with such warmth and if his wife's face didn't pop up in that moment then he doesn't know if he could have stopped himself from ravaging Daenerys like an animal.

The second candle was held by Shiera and even if he could never love her in a romantic sense, he did love her in a familial sense. Despite the night they spent together all those years ago, which he still couldn't remember even to this day. Shiera must have spiked his drink with something and that had always held him back from trusting her completely. He briefly wondered what she was doing right now, after reappearing to him all those years ago, one day she abruptly came to him and told him she had to leave. Only saying that when the winds blew true, would she return to them, and even after all these years she had yet to send them a single letter. He knew she was still alive, she was strong enough to survive most things this world had to offer, so his candle remained lit for her.

The last candle that burned the same as Daenerys was for his daughter, who he didn't even know would be able to look at him without the desire to end his life. He visited her as often as he could, leaving a clone with Daenerys as he made the perilous journey to her location. He remembers the pain in her eyes when he locked her away because he was afraid, not of her, but what she represented. With the death of her mother fresh in his mind at the time, he gave into his rage and levelled a good portion of Westeros and not even his good brother and sister could snap him out of it. So locking away his daughter had been the only good choice left, his brother and sister had been ashamed of him and then he took to the wind doing nothing in particular, only seeing them on their deathbeds where they both apologised for pushing him away. Maybe they could forgive him, but he couldn't even forgive him. Planting the roots of darkness in himself. The time to release his daughter from her restraints would come and with how the winds were blowing, their ensuing clash would be soon. He would train so when he eventually came face to face with his daughter, he could earn her forgiveness and remind her of the love she once bore him. Their fight would either grant him her forgiveness or he would die trying.

Three souls to keep him from fully submerging into the shadows, he should make more bonds, but the fear of them be taken away as well was too great.

What a great life he really had.

Now with Daenerys marrying some stranger, he knew she wanted to form her own army away from her brother so she would maybe use this situation to her advantage. He himself had once been known as an army killer, but Daenerys didn't know how far his power extends and she was not yet ready to know the full depth at this point. The young woman needed to experience the world before he would show her who he really was and only then to see if she would still accept him, faults and all.

A knock at the door disturbed him, sensing who it was forcing him to rise from his feet. Walking to the door and retrieving his cloak and throwing it over his shoulders, leaving his body fully submerged apart from his head. Time to get this conversation over with.

Swiftly opening the door to reveal Daenerys, wearing the same dress from earlier, her cheeks were flushed and he saw the pitcher of wine in her hand. "Come in," he sighed before further opening the door as she walked in as silently and regally as she could.

Taking the pitcher from her hand, surprisingly she let it go without any struggle, placing it down on the bedside cabinet and then placing his hands on her shoulders to sit her down on the bed. When she opened her mouth to speak, he beat her to it.

"You want to go through with it don't you." It was not a question and they both knew it, glancing down at the floor before finding the courage to meet her eyes.

"Yes I do," she said quietly. "This is the chance to get a start on the army that will one day take us home." Daenerys closed her eyes and she sucked in a great deal of air, most likely to clear her head. "I know this is the most preferred option, but with what Visery said. I cannot allow innocent people to potentially be held at risk, especially after everything you taught me. A queen must make sacrifices."

That had become something he knew he would regret teaching her, knowing something like this would one day appear and because of him she would sacrifice herself to avert it. Naruto didn't want her to marry a stranger, but this was her choice and if she was so sure of it being the correct one then he would stand by her and he always has.

'Shield her from the horrors of this world' Rhaella's sweet and haunting voice rang in his head.

'I am so sorry Rhaella, but I cannot show myself to her until her eyes have been opened. I know I am selfish, but she needs to know the truth about this world. I shall beg for your forgiveness when we see each other once more,' Naruto thought to himself as a lone tear slid down his face. Blue had been replaced by gold now.

He felt a soft and warm hand on his cheek, wiping away the tear. Looking at her he was almost taken back by the amount of sympathy in her eyes. "I know this situation isn't favourable to either of us, especially after this morning, but I could not live with myself is so many innocents died or were enslaved because of me." Leaning forward she captured his lips in a kiss.

This one was short and sweet and he didn't back out like earlier. Even when the face of his former wife floated through his mind, he violently pushed it away and continued to kiss his little light. When she eventually drew back, she got to her feet and shrugged off her dress allowing it to fall at her feet.

"I wish we could have a chance to see where this could have gone, but I can only give you the one thing a man may take once." Naruto was marvelled by utterly perfect she looked to him, creamy skin shown bare before him. The sight of her breasts and the slight glistening of arousal at her womanhood was stirring something long lain dormant in himself.

Naruto's mouth was as dry as the red waste, his muscles tensed and his shaft was beginning to harden. While knowing they couldn't be together was a tough pill to swallow and would pain him greatly. He couldn't deny that he wanted her tonight and to take the one thing she could only offer him, but he needed to make sure this is definitely what she wanted.

He closed the little distance between them, cupping her cheek softly and gently despite the raging desire he felt in himself for her. "Is this the decision you want to make, you will only have this choice once?" He knew his heart, body and soul wanted her and while the memory of his wife would be something for him to cling too after today. For the rest of the day he would be hers and she would be his.

Daenerys stared directly into his eyes, the golden hue doing nothing to put her off this course. Her eyes hardened in her resolve, full of fondness and love for him that she would now show him. "Yes, your queen commands it," smiling at her before crashing his lips onto hers.


Sup, everyone I am back for another chapter, hopefully everyone finds this one better than the previous one. I will be answering a few questions each time a new chapter is posted so here goes.

TehStorm: Sorry, but this chapter pretty much explained her intentions regarding the marriage because she doesn't know this man and doesn't know what he would do if he decided to react violently to her not being present and take it out on innocent people. I didn't know how else for her to get her dragons without burning Drogo's body. This also serves as drama for both Naruto and Daenerys in growing separately away from one another before they finally end up together, I did promise them for end game after all. Naruto needs her to grow before he can reveal who he really is otherwise she would rush and make a lot more errors in her path to reclaim the throne because she would just get him to do everything for her.

FrenchOtaku: The reason why Naruto didn't have much of an appearance in Roberts rebellion is because he was mainly with Rhaella, trying to keep her safe as much as she would have allowed. Yes he could have killed everyone who rose against the Targaryens, but like he said why should he help them out, he didn't like Viserys that much as a child, he didn't bother interacting with Rhaegar and he wanted to kill Aerys once he started going mad, only Rhaella kept him around or else he would have left or slaughtered everyone. He isn't the same as he once was, he doesn't care much for these people only if the few he does care for asks him to help them or if he finds a reason to.

Riverdog: Glad to hear you enjoyed the prologue, I don't really have many plans for making it a harem at this point. Obviously Naruto and Dany will grow separate opinions on how to deal with certain things so they will butt heads eventually and other drama based stuff, but all I can promise is they are endgame. Normally Naruto would have just killed Drogo, but he wants Daenerys to make her own choices and he will stand by her decisions. Yes Dany will have her fire while Naruto learns to awaken his inner beast, he explained a little bit of why he lost it in this chapter.

Well those are the three I answered this time if anyone has anymore then review or send me a message.

Now for the juicy stuff, we saw most of the training Naruto has put Daenerys through in order to temper her for the future while also downplaying some of his abilities as simple magic, we also saw her standing up to her brother and getting it through his mind that she is in control of her own life and this marriage will be her decision, but looks like he managed to hold some sway of her decision in the end... tragically. We found out that only living people hold any relevance to Naruto here and we also got a mention of his daughter who is still alive but enslaved, and we got a mention of his wife and his promise being broken to Rhaella. Once Daenerys has had a taste of the world for what it really is, he will come clean and they will go find his daughter so expect a fight between Naruto and his child in a familiar place of sorts.

Sorry for the wait again, but hopefully this chapter makes up for it, I have recently purchased some books involving games of thrones. The world of a song of ice and fire and fire and blood to be specific so I can add some more touches into this, but the first book takes so long to read :'( so expect some more juicy little tidbits here and there, now I am going to take a little break for a few hours before starting the next chapter because I got a lemon scene to write haha.

Disclaimer: I don't own a song of ice and fire, or Naruto that honour belongs to those magnificent people.

Hope you all enjoy and have a good day, Saint out!

Just quickly add this, there ages incase people are wondering.

Prologue ages:

Naruto: Unknown for now.

Daenerys: 6

Viserys: 12

Chapter two ages:

Naruto's age: Unknown for now.

Daenery's age: 16

Visery's age: 22