Here's the second chapter, hope you like it. I must precise : Harry will FLIRT but have no relations. He just take pleasure humiliating everybody, be they men or women. He's quite mischievous...

275 AC

Red Keep, King's Landing,

POV Harry

I must admit that this city is quite ... nice. I watch through the window from my apartments the " capital " of the Seven Kingdoms stretching out before my eyes. The city vaguely resembles London of the Middle Ages, with I must admit a little French renaissance side.

The second thing I notice is the huge temple in the city. A " Sept ", supposedly to venerate the " Seven ". In short, they are not very imaginative. They could have said Temple, Church, or even Cathedral, but no, they decided to say " Sept " for the " seven ". Do they even know that "Sept" means "Seven" in French ?

I sigh as I look at this building in the distance. I find their religion totally silly. A god with seven faces. I frankly have no interest in remembering their names, except perhaps one. The Stranger.

The first time I went to this Sept, it must have been during my… Eleven years ? Yes, we Targaryens, we avoid these places of worship as much as possible. I found the place quite pretty, but the " High Septon " made me want to torture him until he tore his throat. It's just a big pile of shit with a robe that stinks and lug around with a censer.

But what struck me were the statues. Seven Statues for each of the Seven Faces. Of all the statues, only one attracted me, that of the Stranger. I felt a strange magic escape from it, which frankly surprised me since I have felt almost no magic since my " birth ". Except maybe this " Weirwood " in the Godswood…

In any case, I quickly understood why I was attracted to this statue. When I approached it, I noticed a very familiar sign on the base ... the symbol of the Deathly Hallows. In short, the Stranger is the personification of Death. And from what I understand, I am the only one able to see this symbol.

Besides a strangely familiar stone detached from the top of the statue to fall at my feet. Not that I am unhappy to have recovered the Resurrection Stone, but I would have frankly preferred the Elder Wand, or the invisibility cloak.

In any case, I understood that there was magic in Westeros, and that intrigues me. Already, I am not as powerful as before. I know magic is related to the soul, so I should have as much power as before, but it is not. Oh, I can throw a compulsion or two, read the minds (but only on the surface) and use minor spells like Reparo or Incendio, but they stay weak.

I destroyed a vase, and was able to rebuild it. But when I destroyed my bed ... nothing at all ! So I had to pretend that the bed was too old and have it changed… So I decided to meditate to " scry " the surroundings, and that's how I discovered that Westeros was literally empty of magic, apart from a few points strangely representing the weirwoods. What surprised me was the absolute emptiness that I felt in the north, where the famous " Wall " is located separating the Seven Kingdoms from the wilds. I guess there's no magic there...

But when I got the Resurrection Stone, everything changed ! My spells have become incredibly more powerful , and I can now cast an Incendio capable of burning a house, or an Aguamenti thatcan fill an entire well. Without forgetting that I was able to recover my favourite spells ! The Unforgivables are back in my arsenal, although they are less impressive than before. I tested the Imperio on one of the royal guards, but the spell only lasted ten minutes. As for the Crucio , it worked well but not enough to push one of the maids to madness. I had to throw her an Obliviate ... The only one that did not disappoint me is my adored Avada Kedavra ... I sincerely think that this spell works simply because it means Death ... I own the Stone that belonged to Death ... no need to be a genius to make the connection.

"My prince, his majesty is asking for you."

I look away from the window to observe the guard who disturbed me in my thoughts. Rather tall, brown and handsome. Attractive I have to admit, but I'm far too young to have sex, and my body is not sufficiently developed. I'm only fourteen ...

"In the throne room, I suppose ?" I reply with a smirk.

His way of blushing amuses me. I have this effect on everyone, and it is not surprising. Without waiting for his response, I get up while going to the mirror to admire myself. I calmly take off my robe, letting it run aground on the floor in a thud. My smile widens when I hear the guard's hiccup of surprise.

"Bring me a more suitable robe, Sire Gwayne, will you ?" I tell him looking at him through the mirror.

Gwayne Gaunt is as red as a peony, which amuses me. At the same time, it is not every day that we see one of the Princes, completely naked.

"Uh ... Yes ... right away ..."

I find this way of stammering totally hilarious, but being a Prince, I refrain from laughing. A minimum of Decorum. And while he is rummaging through my storage, I admire myself in this magnificent mirror. I can appreciate the beauty of things, and my body is no exception.

I am quite small, which is not to delight me. Measuring only 142 cm (4"7') ( thanks to a measurement spell , unfortunately the Westerosiens did not invent the metric system) , I have an opaline skin giving me an ethereal and sensual side which I appreciate.

My body is however finely sculpted, thanks to daily sports sessions, and sword training with the Kingsguard. Since my ten years, I do not stop training so that my body is at the height of perfection. After all, a good body is necessary to best manipulate magic. Besides that in this barbaric world, my magic being weak, I must know the art of the muggle war, and especially, the handling of weapons. I obviously prefer the sword, probably linked to the Gryffindor Sword which accompanied me during my old life.

Finally, I look at my face. A smile stretches my refined features , giving me an angelic side. I am simply magnificent, and again, I mince my words. My features are obviously noble, with high cheekbones, an angular face and luscious lips. I can perfectly hear the corridor noises describing me as the envoy of the Seven, the chosen one of religion and other rubbish. My beauty is considered surreal, and that is absolutely true. Not to mention my long platinum blond hair that I often keep in a stylized ponytail held in place by a burgundy red ribbon with a gold comb (custom made by a city jeweller) in the likeness of a three-headed dragon.

What amuses me the most is my eyes. My right eye is purple, identical to my father's. It is a typical Targaryen trait . But the left eye is totally different, and I'm not really surprised. Emerald with a ruby circle, this eye is the proof of my reincarnation. My gaze is also a source of inspiration for several bards and other artists.

"Your… grace ?"

I turn around while keeping a smirk. Gwayne is completely destabilized by my nonchalance. Poor of him. He shows me the robe, red and black embroidered with gold. I nod my head, and spreading my arms, I signal to the guard to put it on. He blushes more cutely, and I take malicious pleasure in his shyness.

I do this to everyone, be it the maids or the guards. So much so that my usual maid passed out after cleaning me (when I ordered her to clean my genitals, blood flowed from her nose before she lost consciousness) . My Oldest Brother, Rhaegar Targaryen, was obviously laughing. But I'm not an idiot, and I can perfectly see his interested looks. And since incest is fully approved (and recommended !) By the Targaryens… I am not surprised by his interest. But very little for me.

If the Targaryens love incest, so much the better for them, but I don't. I'm not saying that Rhaegar is repulsive, but I know perfectly well the consequences of incest (the Purebloods of my previous life are a great example). I understand, however, our family's desire to keep our blood pure, but there must be other Valyrians around the world… I hope so.

I get out of my thoughts when Gwayne walks away. Turning quickly towards the mirror, I nod my head in front of my appearance. Many were amazed at my choice of dress, which I understand perfectly. Most of them expected me to dress like Rhaegar, in a tunic etc. But I prefer the traditional style of the Targaryens, that is, robes and coats. It may be heavier, but much more sophisticated. Not to mention that a robe is quick to remove, while a tunic ...

"Let's go !" I exclaim when I leave my room.

I then take the direction of the throne room. My room being located high up, in the Citadel of Maegor, the road is a bit long. As we go quietly to see my father, the servants keep bowing in my path, something I approve of. I even hear the nobles looking at me with envy, men and women alike. They all dream of getting married, or one of their offspring, to a member of the royal family. They can all go hell, I will never marry a lesser. And given my father's character, they are more likely to be executed than anything else, ah !

Finally, we arrive in the throne room. It is huge, as big as a cathedral. And obviously, the Iron Throne is at the end. Fourteen meters high (40 feet tall), the structure is immense although aesthetically horrible. I fully understand my ancestor's desire to prove his omnipotence by melting 1,000 swords, but he could have done something pretty instead of this monstrosity. It is not even symmetrical!

My father, Aerys Targaryen, sits on this throne. Dressed in a black robe, he wears the crown of Aegon IV, made of red gold, all heavy and imposing with spikes covered with gemstones. I find it magnificent, and I intend to recover it one day ... but we will see that later.

I frown slightly when I see only two guards and my father. Where did Tywin go ? He never leaves my father, which is normal since he is the King's Hand. I appreciate this man, he is cunning, deceitful, intractable and intelligent. The way he took care of the Tarbeck and Reyne houses earned him my admiration. In its place, I would have done exactly the same !

"Did you ask for me, father ?" I ask while watching him.

"Yes. I decided to deal personally with the Darklyn case. With the Royal Guard and a battalion, I'm going to have this traitor executed ! I decided to entrust the throne to you while I'm away !" he replies with a smile .

I frown. Why did he decide to deal with these bums ? Tywin should do it for him. A king does not have to deal with small fry.

"Why don't you just let Tywin take care of it ? And give me the throne while Rhaegar is the crown prince ?" I ask him .

He looks at me with a fixed air before shooting the guards with a blazing gaze.

"Get out ! And don't let anyone in, if they try, kill them !" my father orders, looking at the guards.

"At your command, your majesty !"

The guard who answered was none other Sire Gerold Hightower, Lord Commander of the Kingsguard and brother of Lord Layton Hightower. He is very tall, muscular and has an impressive build. Not to mention that his loyalty is infallible, and I even scanned his mind! His strength is impressive, worthy of a half-giant. It is not for nothing that he is called the " White Bull " ...

I watch the guards calmly leave the place, and during this time, my father descends the stairs leading to the throne.

"I have no confidence in Tywin. I perfectly hear what others say, that Tywin is the REAL ruler of the Seven Kingdoms, that he is the REAL power behind the throne. Without counting his incessant requests to marry Rhaegar to his daughter !" he said to me with a certain venom .

I nod, understanding better how he felt. I'm not an idiot, and I know perfectly well that Tywin is the one who manages the entire Kingdom. Tywin is a competent, efficient and conscientious administrator. But like all Lannisters, and nobles, he wants more, much more.

"None of my sons will marry a beggar ! The Lannisters, the Tyrells, The Starks and all the others ! None of them are worthy of marrying a Targaryen! The Baratheons could have, but they have no daughters !"

I nod my head once more. It is true that the Baratheons are the descendants of Orys Baratheon, bastard son of Aegon the Conqueror. So they are distant cousins, and at least they are no problem compared to incest since they are cousins to the 5 th or 6 th degree ...

"Completely agree, they are unworthy of us. Their place is at our feet, begging us to give them a tiny part of our attention", I answer with a smirk.

Obviously, he gives me back my smile. It's amazing how much Aerys and I share the same way of thinking. I adore my father, he is psychopath (like me), distrustful (like me), disturbed (still like me) and hates lower beings (Oh ! Another trait that we share !).

But unlike my father, I knew how to hide it. My beauty and my charisma allowed me to hide our immense similarity to others, and fortunately ! I'm already hearing rumours about my father's madness, and if I ever want to seize the throne, I have to prevent these rumours from affecting me… Or else I must kill my brother very quickly… if only my magic was powerful enough to control them !

"I am proud of you, my dragon !" he said hugging me.

I appreciate this embrace, having never received one in my previous lives. He calls me " my dragon " because according to him, I am the very personification of the omnipotence of the Targaryens, and in a way, he is not wrong.

"What about Rhaegar ? What's the problem ?" I ask him while he steps back.

"I don't trust your brother. Rhaegar is far too close to the other Houses, and he rarely supports me. Not to mention that he prefers to be interested in chivalry and music, unlike you ... If he continues, I will withdraw his title to give it to you."

I frown when I hear his sentence. It is true that Rhaegar has become strangely distant, especially since he was made a Knight. He gets on with the Lannisters and the Tyrell, does not stop composing songs with the harp and ... I heard rumours. Rumour has it that everyone is waiting for my father's death to finally crown Rhaegar.

"Yes, I have heard of… certain rumours. I am sure Varys will keep us posted. But is it wise to go with so few guards ?"

"They will never dare to attack their king, or else their house will be entirely destroyed ! I'm leaving tomorrow at dawn."

At this last sentence, my father signals to Gerold (the only one being to stay in the room) to reopen the doors. I understand that our conversation is over. Shrugging, I head to my room to go about my business and try to deepen my mastery of magic.

(Time skip) (14 days later)

That makes two weeks that my father is gone. For my part, my brother is currently in Dragonstone to administer his domain, as is the custom. While I sit on the iron throne, listening to the grievances of a noble (his wife is unable to give him children, he asks me to grant him a divorce to be able to remarry), we are interrupted by a Barristan Selmy , one of my father's guards ?

"What's going on, Sir Barristan ?" asks Tywin standing near the throne.

I notice that Barristan is injured while his Armor is covered with blood.

"The king has been captured ! Lord Denys Darklyn betrayed and attacked us when his majesty ordered him to be imprisoned. With House Hollard, they captured the rest of the guards , but I managed to quickly leave the premises to warn you !" exclaims Barristan, completely exhausted .

I vaguely hear the hiccups of surprise and the cries of the court nobles. For my part, I see red. I get up furiously, and seen their looks, it did not go unnoticed.

"Send crows immediately to all Houses ! The Hollard and Darklyn Houses are declared traitors to the crown and enemies of the Kingdom ! Tywin, charter as many men as possible and besiege these fucking traitors ! Servants, prepare my Armor !" I cry out with hate.

Tywin nods before shouting orders while several nobles look at me with a gleam of fear. I must look crazy, and I don't give a damn ! How dare they capture my father ? I'm going to torture these muggles ! Women and Children will suffer for the sins of the father !

I quickly go to my room where a squire is waiting for me. I am not a knight, but I am nonetheless a prince. I quickly put on custom melted armor. It is made of polished black steel with my family's coat of arms in red. Once my armor is put on, I head to the courtyard where Tywin, Barristan and my own guards are waiting for me.

"Are you sure you want to come, your grace ? Not that I want to stop you, but it will be very dangerous and…" begins Tywin before I interrupt him.

"No one will stand between my father and I, Tywin ! The traitors must be executed, and I will make no quarter of them !"

He looks at me, seeming to judge me. Suddenly, he nods with a satisfied grin. I knew Tywin would understand me, after all, he did the same thing ... I ride a horse, and we leave town. The army is waiting for us outside , more than 30,000 soldiers.

"My army will join us at Duskendale. I ordered 25,000 men to join us. We will arrive within five days." Tywin told me before shouting at his soldiers to advance .

Around Tywin and I are my Royal Guards, whom some call " The Sacredguards" since they believe me to be the chosen one of the Seven.

"Barristan, do you know if there have been any deaths ?" I ask Barristan on my right.

Seeing the crestfallen mine of Barristan, I guess there were.

"Only one, your majesty. It is ... Sire Gwayne." He answers me by clenching his fists.

I clench my teeth when I hear this news. Sire Gwayne was to become one of my Personal Guards, not to mention that he was my favourite. These traitors will pay me, Sorcerer faith !

After five days, we arrive in front of Dun Fort, seat of the Darklyn family from Duskendale. The Lannister army obviously did not arrive, being still three days away.

"Circle the castle to keep anyone out. We are going to besiege them, but first I want to hear what the traitor has to say !" I exclaim while looking at the army commanders .

They nod their heads to go and give their orders while Tywin, Barristan and the Royal Guard accompany me as close as possible to the walls.

"Lord Denys Darklyn ! We order you to surrender at this instant for treason against the Crown and the imprisonment of His Majesty, King Aerys II Targaryen, King of the Andals, Rhoynar and First Men, Sovereign of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Kingdom !" Tywin exclaims with strength.

A few minutes later, we finally see someone approaching the wall. I don't know him, but given Tywin's piercing gaze and Barristan's angry gaze, it must be our man.

"I refuse to release the King, not before you have accepted my conditions !" exclaims the infamous traitor.

I frown, but decide to remain silent. This moron obviously didn't notice me.

"I'm listening to you ! Name your conditions, Lord Darklyn !" Tywin exclaims, showing a face that wants to be diplomatic.

"I demand a drop in the Tax, It is way too high ! I also want more freedom for the citizens of Duskendale, so that they can hunt on the King's land. And I want a new City Charter so that the majority of taxes come back to me as Lord of Duskendale. If you accept, I shall release the King !" cries the dutiful asshole.

I open my eyes to his stupidity. Does he really think we're going to accept all his whims ?

"We can accept a new charter and additional rights, but we can't accept lower taxes ! It wouldn't be fair to the other Lords of Westeros !" Tywin exclaims, frowning.

"In that case, I will keep the King in my dungeons ! If you try anything, I shall execute him !" exclaims the bastard before returning to hide .

I clench my teeth, very upset.

"It's too dangerous to attack him. We should maintain the siege to starve them, they will eventually surrender." Tywin offers me .

I glance at the gates of the castle before nodding. Attacking would be far too dangerous for my father, and I refuse to let Rhaegar become King because of a lack of impatience.

"Do we not risk starving the King and our captured soldiers at the same time ?" Barristan asks clenching his fists.

"This is unfortunately one of the risks. However, we have no other choice. If we accept his requests, nothing tells us that he will release the King without asking for more. Not to mention that the other Houses will see weakness on our part. Imagine the reaction of the Stark, for example, if they learned that a Minority House paid less tax than they did, despite the fact that this House had a better income." I'm explaining to Barristan.

"I understand, your grace." Just answer the guard.

I can see that he disagrees, but there is nothing else we can do at the moment. If only my magic was more powerful, I could infiltrate the castle and recover my father. I dare imagine the atrocities they are committing.

"Let's see if our tents have been installed." Suggests Tywin by making a U-turn.

I nod my head before following him towards the camp. I feel that this siege will be long ...

(Time Skip) (4 months later)

275 AC

In front of Dun Fort, Duskendale, Crownlands,

We have been waiting far too long.

"How long, Tywin ?" I ask Lord Lannister .

"At least two months, your grace. The members of the castle begin to be hungry, no longer able to receive supplies. Unfortunately, they do not intend to give up, they know what awaits them anyway. Despite their weakness, they will be able to execute the King if attacked now."

I clench my teeth when I hear the old lion. I don't want to wait two more months to release my father. Using a divination spell, I saw how they treated my father, and that is unacceptable. He is imprisoned like a common beggar, with a loaf of bread and a little water in a dungeon without light. There are even rats !

"I refuse to wait any longer. We will immediately release my father !" I vehemently exclaim.

Considering the way he raised an eyebrow, he was not very impressed. Damn Lannister…

"And how, if I may allow myself ?" asked the old lion in an almost condescending tone.

If there weren't as many witnesses, you'd already be under a Crucio . And given my state of rage, I think I can lead to madness…

"Barristan and I will infiltrate the dungeon at nightfall. You know that I am very agile and discreet, it will not be difficult to enter the premises. Now that they are hungry, they are less vigilant." I reply with a smirk.

"It's too dangerous, your grace. You risk getting caught !" Tywin exclaimed with a horrified look.

I sigh when I see his frightened look. Surprisingly, I noticed that Tywin Lannister cared very much about me, as if I were his own son. At the same time, I spent most of my childhood in his study, pestering him with questions and watching his work.

" Don't worry, Tywin. Anyway, if they come to capture me, then they will attract the wrath of the Seven Kingdoms. I am not the Favourite Prince for nothing." I reply with an amused smile.

He shakes his head before sighing in spite. I won!

"Very well, but if you do not leave the castle tomorrow morning, we will attack it." He concedes while continuing to sigh.

I nod my head before leaving the tent. Barristan follows me, the latter having also attended the meeting.

"For this mission, we will have to disguise ourselves. Sir Barristan, you're going to have to give up your armour and your sword. Follow me !" I order the thirty-old man.

We're headed to my personal tent. Without losing a moment, I conjure black clothes similar to those of the " ninjas " of my old World. Obviously, Sire Barristan is not at all impressed.

Only five people know about my magic : My Father, My Mother, Sire Barristan Selmy, Sire Gerold Hightower and Sire Arthur Dayne. They were six before, but with the death of Gwayne ... I shake my head before focusing on the task.

In a few minutes, Barristan and I are dressed entirely in black. I especially enchanted our shoes for soundproofing and allowing them to have better grip. After all, we're going to have to climb walls…

I then rummage in a chest near my bed. This is my weapon cache. I'm stashing weapons that could be useful to me at any time, and tonight I'm going to need it. I take out four daggers before handing two to Barristan.

"But… It looks like Valyrian Steel !" Surprised Barristan admiring the two daggers.

I nod my head.

"These daggers were offered to me by my mother. According to her, they belonged to Rhaenys and Visenya, the Sister-Wife of Aegon the Conqueror. They will be very useful to free my father, being very discreet and resistant. Valyrian Steel can easily cut metal, and that will be very useful to us." I answer him with a small smile.

He graciously accepts my daggers before placing them in suitable pockets on his belt. Finally, we put on masks to hide our hair and faces. We can only see our eyes.

"Your eyes are unique, your grace. It will be very easy to recognize you if we are ever captured." Barristan makes me.

"If we are caught, Barristan. And I don't plan to be imprisoned."

I look outside, quietly watching the sun go down. A few hours later, the night fell on us. We made a sign to Tywin before we head for the castle. Using my magic, I easily spot an unguarded tower.

We head quickly to the tower, and taking advantage of the absence of soldiers, start to climb. In a few minutes, we arrive at the top of the tower. I raise an eyebrow when I see a guard sleeping. I roll my eyes before I just plant a dagger in his neck, killing him instantly.

Barristan nods before advancing cautiously. Fortunately, I know where the cells are, otherwise it would have taken me hours to find my way. We carefully descend the stairs of the tower to reach the courtyard. Dozens of soldiers chat, some complaining about the lack of food while others insult their own lord.

Assholes of soldiers. If you did not agree with this rebellion, you should have imprisoned your own lord.

Sending a look of disgust, I head for the entrance to the dungeons , which is located in the courtyard near the entrance to the Hall. Damn, there's a guard . I look at Barristan, and he shrugs. Obviously, he is no more advanced than me.

Seeing that there is no one around us, I decide to throw him a Somnus . As I approach, I notice that he has the keys. Bingo ! Without waiting, I launch a Gemino before taking a copy. Like that, if he wakes up, he won't notice anything. We continue to advance, descending the basements leading to the cells.

As I move forward, I obviously notice our soldiers in the dungeons. There are around fifty guards, and of course Sire Gerold Hightower. The latter is verbally insulting a jailer, holding him by the neck through the bars while beating him several times. I can't help but smile at this situation.

"Sir Gerold, glad to know you are alive." I exclaim with a smile.

The latter widens his eyes when he notices me. Without losing a moment, he twists the jailer's neck.

"Your grace, but how ?" He asks me, slightly shocked.

"I came to save my father, Sire Gerold. Once recovered and out of this hell, the army will attack the castle to free you. It is not possible to free yourself all at the same time." I say in a louder voice.

The other guards nod their heads, fully understanding the issues.

"Lord Commander, where did they take his majesty ?" asks Barristan.

"He is at the bottom, further. They decided to separate us, but be careful. Sire Symon Hollard guards the King's cell with four guards." Gerold warns us by frowning and clenching his fists.

I notice the hateful gaze of Barristan. Raising an eyebrow, the latter answers my silent question.

"Symon Hollard is a knight of the House of Hollard and the current brother of Lord Hollard. He is also the one who murdered Gwayne." He explains to me.

I see red when I understand that the murderer of one of my servants is between my father and me. A sadistic smile appears on my lips, making the soldiers uncomfortable.

"In this case, what are we waiting for ? I have accounts ... To settle ." I tell him, my voice becoming a tad… brutal.

Barristan nods before following me. We then rush into the dungeons. After a few minutes, we hear screams. I widen my eyes when I recognize my father's voice. I start to run, followed closely by Barristan.

What I see makes me lose all control. While two guards are holding my father, a third (A knight, therefore probably Symon) hits him.

- CRUCIO !

Symon collapses to the ground, screaming in pain under the frightened looks of the four guards. My father looks at me with a gleam of gratitude.

"How dare you touch my father, dirty muggle ! Crucio ! Crucio ! CRUCIO !" I yell while throwing the unforgivable curse several times at the same man.

Under the shocked looks of the guards and Barristan, Symon began to convulse while screaming. Blood escapes from all his orbits while his voice is torn apart. In less than a minute, he stopped moving, his eyes rolled back. He is dead. I hear applause, and I notice that it is my father.

"Kill them ! Kill them all !" he exclaims with a vengeful flame in his eyes.

"With pleasure !" I respond with a carnivorous smile.

The guards regain consciousness, and without warning, they rush at me, brandishing their swords.

"Depulso !"

I send them waltzing, and with their armor and the shock against the walls, they have trouble getting up.

"Did you think you could attack my father ? Targaryen House ? I'll show you what it costs to get in the way of a dragon !" I cry before opening my hands.

"Incendio Dragonem !"

A flame dragon appears before me. Surprisingly, the flames have no effect on me, like my father did. For his part, Barristan steps back to avoid dying of burning.

"Die, Muggles !" I cry out with a wave of my hand.

The dragon throws itself on the guards, burning them in a few seconds. All that remains are charred corpses. With another wave of my hand, I make the dragon disappear. Suddenly, I feel weak and I lose my balance.

Barristan pounces on me, just like my father.

"Harry ? Harry ?" Said my father worried about me.

I catch my breath. Using so much magic in such a short time has exhausted me, and I probably won't be able to use more. We're going to have to go out without magic, and something tells me that the screams did not go unnoticed.

"I'm fine, just tired. I used too much magic." I answer.

"We have to go out, your majesty. Once we have escaped, the Army led by Tywin will attack the castle." Exclaims Barristan.

"Yes, yes… These traitors had planned to escape ! There is an exit to the next room, which leads to a tunnel that joins the city. But before leaving, they wanted to have fun torturing me ! Fucking traitors ! Betrayers !" My father exclaims with a fury that I have never seen.

He looks at me, his eyes becoming softer.

"Come on my dragon, we're leaving. They shall pay !" he exclaims.

Barristan helps me lift, then I frown.

"If there is an exit, then we can free our guards ! Barristan, go quickly open their cages, we are waiting for them !" I exclaim.

Barristan nods before running towards the cells while my father watches me.

"You tortured him to the point of killing him ! I am proud of you, my son ! You are a true Targaryen ! Not like Rhaegar, I see that he did not deign to come to free me !" said my father.

I shake my head. Unfortunately, Rhaegar did not come to help us. Worse still, he did not condescend to come to the camp even once to get news. Traitor !

After a few minutes, you can hear footsteps. Barristan arrives, followed by Gerold and our soldiers.

"Let's go !" I cry while taking the direction of the tunnel.

As my father said, there is a tunnel in the adjacent room. We decide to take it, and after fifteen minutes, we finally leave the tunnel to arrive near the Duskendale cemetery. That's good, this cemetery is located four minutes from the camp. In a short time, we arrive in the camp where Tywin awaits us.

"Your majesty, your grace ! I'm glad to know you are alive ! Tywin exclaims.

My father stares at him before nodding. Suddenly, the bridge leading to the castle is lowered, while a white flag flies in the wind.

"They must have noticed your absence ..." I said to my father.

"It doesn't matter ! I want Darklyn and Hollard on a pyre, and kill everyone else ! No survivors !" Exclaims my father.

I notice a glimmer of madness in his eyes, a glow that I know well. His imprisonment, it seems, destroyed the last spark of sanity he had left. I see it, he's going crazy, all because of these damn traitors !

"At your command, your majesty !" Tywin exclaims, beckoning to his army.

In just a few minutes, the castle was ransacked while the guards were executed. It is finally the turn of Darklyn and Hollard. They are all taken to a huge pyre, while my father looks at them with an unnamed hatred.

"You betrayed me, vermin ! The sentence is fire, for you and your families ! Never again will we hear about the Darklyn and the Hollards ! Your names will forever be engraved like those of traitors ! Burn them all !" exclaims my father.

"Wait !" exclaims a voice.

I am amazed to see Barristan approaching us.

"Your Majesty, I beg of you, spare the child. Take everything from him, but please, spare him. He is innocent !" exclaims Barristan.

I frown, and I do notice a child. He must be nine years old, a member of House Hollard.

"You know, dogs don't make cats, Sire Barristan. If we leave him alive, then he will grow up to betray us, like his parents. After all, the fruit never falls far from the tree ..." I say in a trailing voice.

Barristan looks at me with his eyes of beaten puppies. My father nods.

"Very well ! Because you helped save me, I grant you this favour, Sire Barristan. The child will come with us to King's Landing where he will become a squire." Said my father with a smile .

I smile when I hear my father. I am not an idiot, and I understand very well that the child will live forever with his name, that of a traitor. Once the child is removed from the pyre, my father orders the firing. In just a few minutes, the pyre ignites, charring the Hollard and Darklyn Houses.

"Lord Rykker, Come here !" exclaims my father.

I see a man in his forties approaching. He has brown hair with hazel eyes, looking a bit like a Baratheon.

"On your knees !" I exclaim, understanding where my father is coming from.

Lord Rykker then kneels, head down.

"On behalf of the Crown, I declare you Lord of Duskendale. Do you swear to obey and serve the Crown ? To obey and serve Targaryen House ?" Ask my father, looking at the Lord.

"I swear on Rykker House Loyalty to the Crown and Targaryen House." Rykker answers.

"In that case, stand up, Lord Rykker of Duskendale. You are now one of my vassals, and I hope that your family will not repeat the mistakes of its predecessors. Now let's go back !" my father orders before I turn around.

Very quickly, we take the road to King's Landing. Something tells me that this event is only the trigger…