285 A.C.

Aboard the Dragon's Mercy

"Boy King" Viserys "Vissy" III Targaryen

He had been with the twins and his nephew during their journey from Braavos.

All three had been weened and were all on the verge of learning of walking. Daemion was already mumbling gibberish, Dany and Jon were laughing at whatever they found amusing, which was everything by this point.

Viserys loved the three of them so much and wanted to everything he could to see them grow up and become great Targaryens like he had heard about in stories.

Not just them, but also his nephews Maeleron and Jaehaerys and his niece Joanna, and the child his half-sister Lyaera was pregnant with, whom his great aunt Alerria, Naela's third eldest sister, declared that Lyaera would have a daughter.

Alerria was the third-born daughter and fifth-born child. She had the deep purple eyes of a dragonlord of Old Valyria and her hair was this wave of ivory curls that was slightly braided in the back and on both sides of her head. She had only daughters, each of whom were said to be as beautiful as her. One night when Viserys couldnt sleep and wanted to go to Naela, Alerria even said that she'd happily marry of her granddaughters or great granddaughters to Viserys when he got old enough and was still unwed. Naela seemed very interested at the idea and said she would think on it and would ask Viserys when he was older.

Some part of him had wished that all of them were closer in age to him so that he could play with them as he did with Prince Olyvar, his foster brother in all but name.

Maeleron was old enough for Viserys to play with after Olyvar had gone back to Dorne, but being two years Viserys' junior, there were still things that Maeleron didn't know yet. He hadn't even started to learn swordplay yet.

"Mama," Viserys went to Naela. He had found her on the deck of the ship, brother Bahaemond was there as well and they seemed to be talking about something serious.

Bahaemond was the 8th born child and 4th born son. His hair was short scruffy and ivory like Naela's. He had a piercing blue eyes that glowed like the stars in the sky. Naela told stories of how he dabbled in alchemy, potions and poisons and is more skilled than any alchemist, maester or Faceless Man if the day and challenge ever came. In Braavos he mentioned how he might've found a cure for greyscale.

Naela took the seven year old king into her arms. "Sweetling why are you still up?" She then glared at Ser Gerold whom had escorted Viserys to her.

"Forgive me, Naela. His grace insisted that he couldn't sleep and wanted to speak to you." Ser Gerold said.

"Nothing to forgive, Gerold," she waved him to leave them and then she turned to look at Viserys then. "Now then, what troubles you, my Young Dragon? Bad dreams?"

Viserys shook his head in response. "Why did we have to leave Braavos?"

"The Sealord passed away, and there was no guarantee that the new Sealord would keep to the same agreement. Not to mention the Faceless Men were basically at our doorstep. I couldn't risk your safety..."

"But Mama, I can fight!" He said boldly as any boy his age would. "Ser Oswell taught me and Olly!"

She giggled then. "And I'm sure he did a great job at it. But right now, you're not yet ready for a real sword. When that time comes, my master-at-arms will forge best sword you've ever wielded."

"Ser Willem won't forget it?" The boy King asked his mother in all but name. "He forged Rhaegar's first sword."

"Ser Willem is very old and ill," she said.

Viserys looked confused then. "But you're much older than Ser Willem. You've been around since the reign of my namesake Viserys-" Naela slapped her hand over his mouth then, while his granduncle Bahaemond was giggling obsessively behind Naela.

"I don't see why you're laughing."

"He called you ancient," Bahaemond continued.

"You forget you're barely a year younger than I am." That silenced Bahaemond then. "I wouldn't be so quick as the laugh at someone's advanced age. Especially since you and I both sit on that list."

Daesyus, Naela's second eldest sister and third eldest of the siblings had come over to the where Naela and Bahaemond were with Viserys.

Daesyus had the same ivory hair, but hers was so long it stretched down to her ankles and it was braided. Each braid was thicker than Viserys' fingers. Daesyus' eyes were like emeralds, much like Ser Jaime Lannister's eyes. Viserys tried not to think about him much, the knight he admired, but whom had also killed his father and left his niece and nephew be killed.

I'll avenge them, Viserys swore to himself each night he went to bed.

"Daesyus, how's the journey so far?"

"Splendid, we should make landfall within the hour."

They had only been at sea for less than a fortnight. Yet they had slipped through the Stepstones the morning prior and had just stopped in Volantis a little whiles earlier.

"Auntie Daesyus, how are we traveling so fast?"

"Shhh, it's a secret," she said.

"I can keep a secret," Viserys said confidently.

"If you insist," Daesyus had come closer and had whispered the truth of the matter in to his hear. Viserys was rendered speechless there after.

"Landhoe," one of Daesyus' crewsmen roared.

"Prepare for disembarking!" Daesyus roared.

"Aye Aye, Grand Admiral!" The whole crew boomed in response.

As they sailed closer, Viserys could a smoking mountains, mountains like the one on Dragonstone.

He saw massive ships, larger than the one they were all on, sailing in a blockade fashion. The mist was too thick and the night sky too dark to see if any of the of the crew on those ships.

He heard screaming in the distance and the one by one, the ships stopped to allow their ship to pass through.

He did notice that the sails on those ships were scarlet, it at the very least, dark red, as the night sky and mist messed with his vision.

When they had at last disembarked, they were then greeted by massive curtain wall of fused Blackstone, and a pair of Valyrian Sphinxes on either side of a great gate of ironwood and some form of metal.

At the gate stood a retinue of guardsman, ten in total. They wore suits of gleaming black armor. Their helms were crested by a row of golden dragon-scales that continued down their backs, diminishing downwards. They resembled that of the old Dragonkeepers, back when the Targaryens still had dragons.

"Who goes there! State thy business here!" One of the guards snapped. His hand clutching the hilt of his sword. The others moved to do the same.

Naela had motioned for everyone else to stay behind her as she moved towards the the guards.

"Is that any way to treat yourself sovereign?" The guards all fell to their knees when they saw her.

"Your Radiance, forgive us," one said.

"No need, I'm grateful that you take this job seriously. Now if you don't mind, I'd like to be let into my own empire."

"As you command," the guardsman pulled out a war horn banded in silver and gold and sounded it. The noise itself caused baby Rhaella to start crying.

The gates open and as the guardsmen made way the went back on one knee. "Glory to Fyreheart!" The roared in unison.

"Where are we, Naela?" Ser Oswell had asked.

"Have care for you words, Westerosi. You speak to her Imperial majesty-." One of the kneeling guards said before Naela cut him off.

"All will be explained in due time. As for now I will see to it that you're all settled in."

As they walked beyond the gates, they were presented with a very festive thoroughfare.

The streets were bathed over with lights the shown of many colors. People dancing in the streets. Merchants at their stands selling exotic goods.

Viserys had noticed how diverse the crowds if people were as they all had different complexions. But the one thing the had was the fact that many had silver hair or purple eyes or both.

I think we're in... But it can't be... Is this... Valyria...?