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AN: The title is from Taika Watiti, a brilliant man.

Aegon the Conqueror

A chill was in the air; it had crept into his bones and that of his men as they slept during the night. The Northern host had arrived in the Hour of the Wolf, and had set up their camps a few miles away.

Yet even with them being a distance away, he felt the magic that they brought with them. An unholy and unnatural magic, it reminded him of blood and bone. The strangest sensation of all was the feeling that he was always being watched and the strange silences that had descended onto the woods made his the hairs on his skin stand up.

He had thought his new Lords had been exaggerating when they spoke of the Kings of Winter, the Starks of the North. Tales of wolf men who devoured their enemies was the common theme, along with rumors of skin changers, cannibalism, and dark secrets permeated his camp.

Yet now as he stood opposite the Northern host awaiting the arrival of the King of Winter to treat, and hopefully bring the North into his newfound kingdom. He could not deny that there was something strange and unnatural with the North, especially the Starks.


He saw him then, a big brute of a man who lumbered across the field, tall and confident. With him came a haze of gloom and dread, he could feel his instincts kick in. Telling him to run, as if a predator had just been sighted and he was the prey.

Yet run he did not, he was a dragon and a King, Westeros was his by right of conquest and there was no one that could stop a dragon.

Still the dread feeling did not dissipate, only getting stronger as he was finally able to see the man's eyes for himself.

They were a dark yellow that would not be out of place on a wolf, it was surrounded by a deep orange that gave the man a sinister look, and in the center was a black circle that bore into his with utmost confidence.

Torrhen the Treacherous they called him, a dangerous man known for throwing his enemies to his Bolton dogs to be flayed.

Yet now it was time, time to cement his kingdom and prove to Westeros that Valyrians were still the greatest in the world.


"Stark." He spoke in greeting.

The man had stopped a few feet away from him and had simply stared.

"Dragon King." The Northman replied with a low voice that sounded ominous.

"Have you come to bend the knee? Your lords would thank you for saving them from Fire and Blood."

The beast laughed at that, did he not know what had happened to the Lannisters and Gardeners?

"The North is not afraid of fire and we know all about blood, dragon. We are scared of neither."

"Bend the knee Stark, do the smart thing, or there will be another field of fire."

"We are not the South, Dragon. We are of the North, of ice and death, even now we see the effects of the cold on you and you're dragons."

Aegon narrowed his eyes at that, he was careful to show no emotion and his dragons were far in the back being warmed by fires. How could these savages know how much the cold affected him and his dragons?

Stark continued. "I should also warn you, dragon. We did not come unprepared." He raised his hands and the haze dissipated enough for him to see the scores of scorpions that the North had brought with them.

He lowered his hands then and a feral grin erupted on his face before snarling out "How many of your pets are you prepared to lose to defeat me?"

Aegon knew that his dragons would win the day, even if they had as many scorpions as they did, however the cost would be unimaginable… His rule was fragile and there was still Dorne to contend with.

Even if he were to win the day, it would be a nightmare to lead a campaign North to siege every castle and holdfast. Will men really die for him in the cold North, after he had turned their friends and neighbors into ash?

It was an impossible choice and this beast of a man was still smirking at him, yet to be king meant he had to make the hard decisions.

Before he could finish his thought, Stark spoke again. "I am not without kindness, perhaps we can come to an agreement?"

Stark continued "Bring forth your mightiest warrior, if he can defeat me in battle than the North is yours."

"And if he loses? What is your price, Wolf King?"

"A Targaryen bride shall come North and wed a Stark of Winterfell, then and only then shall the North join your Kingdom."

"I accept your agreement Wolf; I shall see you submit by the end of the day."

Stark's feral grin came back. "Bring forth your champion, Dragon King, and let him know that Winter is Coming for him."


Aegon raged as he walked back towards his army, the arrogant wolf had backed him into a corner and he would see him dead. It bothered him even more to know that the wolf knew that he couldn't be the one to face off against him. He was the only trueborn son in the Targaryen family still living, if he were to fall than the ignorant Westerosi would not follow one of his sisters.

He needed to rely on a strong champion, a knight to shatter the Wolf and bring his head so that all can see the folly of angering a dragon.

He knew just the knight for the job.


Aegon watched as Lord Strong stood tall and proud versus the Wolf King. Strong was a Lord that belonged to the Tully's of Riverrun, a giant of a man with tree trunks for legs and arms. If he had to guess, Strong was probably two to three heads taller than the wolf.

It would be an easy victory and then he could focus on consolidating his kingdom, before going after Dorne.

Stark drew his sword then, a giant weapon that would be more fitting to be used as an executioner's blade instead of combat.

Both men looked ready and he clapped to signify that the duel would begin.

It was here that he now understood why his Lords truly feared the Kings of Winter.

Stark charged with a ferocity that he had never seen in a man before, his demeanor reminded him more of a wolf attacking its prey.

The Wolf King swung his giant sword more like a club and every hit onto Lord Strong sounded as if a hammer had hit an anvil rather than the graceful sword play he was used to.

It was over in seconds, the wolf wielded an unnatural strength that had cut off Lord Strong's sword arm, than his other arm, before bisecting the man in two.

Lord Strong now lay in pieces and it was his fault.

With trembled breath and a shaky voice he spoke. "What are you? A beast or a man?"

The Wolf King smiled at him then, an arrogant one before saying. "Remember Dragon King, the North will not bend the knee until a Targaryen bride comes North."

Stark turned to leave, only looking back to say "As to your question, we're wolves."


AN: My start to an idea for a more dark and twisted House Stark. Tell me what you think.