Coast of Blackwater Bay, 7998

The sunset allured Ghüris attention, who on the top of the Haenil's Tower, his father. He ignored the structure of the white tower itself, instead, focusing on the sunset and the orange aspect of the mildly cloud-filled sky and the sun itself, yet even the Lord recognized the beauty of the construction he stood on the top, built by his father on the shores of Rosby, made of marble with discs of stone who divided the watchtower into floors, in general of a simple design, it was meant to be the start point of a coastal fortress, abandoned by his father due to the lack of resources to do so. It reached up to 25m (82ft), 8 meters wide (26ft), and on the top it, there were two banners, one belonging to the House Hoare, representing the allegiance of the Haenilids to the Kings of the Isles and the Rivers, the other one was the symbol adopted by Haenil and his fellow companions during the conquest of Rosby ten years ago, his banner was of a sapphire blue background with a leafless white tree on it.
As the lord looked through the Myrish eyes who once belonged to his father, he stared at the direction of the Narrow Sea, he instantly remembered the words of his father, to always look at the east, but never forget the threats that reside on the west.

Dragonstone, 7998

On the island of Dragonstone, the messenger of the Storm King was now leaving, the attempt of Argilac to establish a marriage between Aegon and his daughter was a failure, the Targaryen refused it, not even counterproposing it, making the envoy returning to the Stormlands empty-handed. The outcome of it was not to the matters to the Lord of Dragonstone, who instead, slowly grew more attached to Essos, perhaps the interest in Westeros was temporary?
As he walked through the walls of the black stoned citadel, a pensive look on his face, as he was obsessively thinking about something, the quick pace of him rushed him to one of the staircases, dark basilisks flanking it as he quickly passed through an archway with a small dragon topping it, he lifted his head as he crossed through the yard, entering on the castle, meeting with his one of his sister-wifes, Visenya.
The silver-golden haired woman stopped him with her hand, staring at him, the unapproving of something could be easily read on her face, her sharp glance aiming Aegon.

"What are you doing up there?" she demanded, staring at his purple eyes.

"Reforming what I call the planning room," he continued to walk, ignoring her before being interrupted again, this time her hand was holding one of his arms.

The lord turned his head to her. "Want to know more?" he calmly suggested, she frowned her face as let his arm go, expecting for answers.

"Our voyages to Westeros and my experience of being on Essos have since then forced me to compare both of them, the beauty of the eastern continent, the opportunities that lay there, the history of it, the rulership of our ancestors, drives me to our connections with Essos, and as such, our destiny to rule will be brought to these places. It was proven that without Valyrian overlords, these lands are meant to see only destruction and war," Aegon spoke, turning to the stairs.

He headed to it, walking over it as he meets with a few workers. The Targaryen was chatting with them, gesturing his hands as Visenya observed.
He moved on a slower pace, accompanied by Orys and four workers, the Lord soon vanished from her view, who started to search for her younger sister, Rhaenys, after all, she had to be sure she was not the only person not knowing about the changes that were happening.

Road to Rosby, 7998

The Lord of Rosby was on his grey horse, accompanied by five guards, four members of the quintet wore a visible mail shirt which fell to their knees, it came with suitable cuts to help the warriors mount and unmount their horses with ease, along with the mail shirt, these cavalrymen wore a coif, the extended part of the mail shirt which covered the head as well, they wore a steel helmet, of a conical shape who extended to the nose. Apart from the four members who followed Ghüris, there was Ser Elras Wern, his Marshal, the last member of the quintet, thus the leader of them, the Marshal whore a full plate armor, it was a high-quality metal armor, made with movable joints, slim-waisted cuirass, segmented sabatons, and a sallet helmet, his sword always in hands, as he followed the Lord, yet paid attention to everything near the group of six men. Meanwhile, Ghüris' horse galloped fast than the others, the Lord dictated the rhythm of the group as a maestro conducted the orchestra, the Lord wore no armor, his white cloak hovered on the air as his horse moved forward with speed, his red tunic feel to his knees, it had a dark blue horizontal line on his waist, white embroidery was present on his shoulders, three small swords over each shoulder, a leather belt almost hid the dark blue line, the most flashy item on the belt was the sheath, were Ghüris' sword, Thexdrail was put in, it emanated an uncommon sensation to the ones near Ghüris, at the same time it mysteriously attracted the ones who looked at it, called for the observer, made the person lust for the weapon, it terrified them. The sword had a golden pommel with a blue gem in the center, the grip made of steel and covered with shagreen, the crossguard was golden as the pommel in the eyes of Elras who looked at the sword, turning his glance to the Lord and approaching his side.

"My lord, if I may ask, why so sudden the decision to return to the castle?" the Knight asked, staring at Ghüris pale face as his short length, light blond, side-swept fringe hair floated with the winds against his face as he rode his horse.

"Time has come, Ser. The nobles of the Riverlands led by the Tully rose in rebellion against the King," the Lord answered, his bright blue eyes focusing on the road.

"It means that we are against Harren?" Elras asked, worried about the potential answer of being against the King of the Isles and Rivers, after all, the Darklyn probably would support Harren, so do the Stokeworth, away from the support of the Lords of the Rivers, Rosby would be easily crushed, it numbers were easily surpassed by the Lords of Duskendale alone.

"Not yet. But I pretend to do so," Ghüris answered, his firm and serious tone made the Knight even more worried. "Firstly, we must deal with the Stokeworth and the Darklyn without rebelling. The war on the Riverlands will need the attention of Harren, his loyalists on the Rivers and the Ironborn".

"By doing it, Harren could understand it as a rebellion, you'd be attacking his loyalists, furthermore, they can field a bigger army," Elras replied, this time Ghüris turned his head to the one of the Ser.

"My father took Rosby with 100, undisciplined men. I can do the same with Stokeworth and Duskendale, even better with an army bigger than it and disciplined, it's time to see if the improvements by father made will be worthy".

After his statement, his horse increased the pace as he shouts "Quickly! We are approaching the castle!".

Castle of Dragonstone, 7998

Not even Rhaenys or Visenya knew about the changes their brother was doing, of course, they remembered about him speaking about a new chamber, one with a painted table in it, though both of the sisters ignored most of it, seeing it as a plan who won't come out of the paper, in that case, of Aegon's mind. Of course, that's what they thought, and Visenya couldn't stop thinking about Aegon's words, clearly referring to establishing rulership over the Free Cities, not so Free anymore if that happened.
Time has come, was what Aegon told his military officers, sisters, and members of an indeed small council of Dragonstone, they would meet at the new chamber, named by the Lord as the Chamber of the Painted Table, the reason of it would be explicit.
In the same day, at night, the invited persons entered the chamber, as soon as they entered they came across with a large carved wooden table in the center of the room, plenty of chairs around it as the table resembled the form of Essos, a map of it, showing the terrain, rivers and strongholds, the map covered as far as the Red Wastes and the Bone Mountains, Aegon was sat on one of the chairs, his hands intertwined as he looked at them.
"Welcome, we have a business to discuss," he said, gesticulating for them to take a seat.
"What is this supposed to be?" Rhaenys asked, looking straight to Aegon as the other invited members did the same action.
"Well..." he started to spoke, standing up and approaching the table, sustaining his hands over it. "Our destiny, the destiny of all of us," he continued.
The members of the room kept silence, waiting for him to speak as they stared at him. "Essos, my friends. It's where we go, to build our story, and our glory, one which will remain with our descendants as we give to our people the glory they once lost. That is what that's about".
"Intending to invade Essos then?" Daemon Velarion asked, grinning just as he heard the idea of it.
"Yes. Nor the Free Companies in the Free Cities, the Unsullied, nor the Dothraki can stand the might of the Dragon, if they stand against us, there's only one fate to them" he answered inspiration was transmitted from his powerful voice and his words, said with confidence.
"Are you with me?" Aegon shouted, soon the persons in the room stood up, grabbing their swords, most of them smiled at the idea, aiming their blades high as they shout "Up to the end!"
"Then it's settled! The Free Cities and all of Essos shall taste the Dragon's power!" Aegon shouted again, holding Blackfyre as they appointed their swords to the table who had the form of Essos, the Valyrian steel of Blackfyre touched at the location of Pentos.

Rosby, 7998

Ghüris and his men already have arrived at Rosby, the castle and its surroundings changed since Haenil took it from the House Rosby, the farms near it prospered during Haenil's rule, his subsidies to the farmers, artisans, blacksmiths, and crafters encouraged the growth of the commerces in the area, the peasants of Rosby condition of live increased during Haenil, one of the best of all of the Seven Kingdoms. Many still wonder how he acquired the money he spent, the disbelief of the lack of resources of the abandon of the planned Haenil Fortress on the coasts of Rosby and the construction of port grew during it.

The six men riding on their horses, cutting the winds at the quick speed of the horses they rode quickly made them arrive on the gates of the castle who quickly opened the gates as the garrison saw Ghüris, as they slowly passed through the gate, Elras observed the walls who were hugely improved thanks to Haenil, these walls were even thicker than the ones of Duskendale, a few people insisted on comparing it with the ones of Harrenhall, but despite the comparisons, these huge blocks of stone that composed the fortification of Rosby gave to Elras an uncommon sensation, he didn't know well, but only he seemed to sense it.

In one thing, the quintet agreed, the walls had an unusual form, the huge blocks of stones were thicker, Elras could swear to sense something different on it, a strange force, but even so, the design of it was a hexagon, it had bulwarks at the corners of the walls and cavaliers built within these fortifications, the walls reached up to 5 meters (16 feet) high, the Knight still couldn't understand how Haenil was able to afford for it all without being in debt.

As they approached the manor house who belonged to Ghüris, they observed the walls of it, they weren't properly finished by Haenil as they were abandoned by him together with the fortifications on the coast, yet, they ignored it, entering the residence of the Lord of the Rosby.

Inside the residence of the Lord of Rosby, Ghüris had already contacted the Maester of Rosby to send a message to Tyral Daxter, the message was an objective and direct one, commanding him to gather as many soldiers as possible and head to Rosby. Along with it, other messages were sent, this time to the nobles who were subject to Rosby, it requested military support, sending at least a third of their levies to Tyral Daxter.

"My Lord, already intending to mobilize?" Elras asked, clearly a rhetorical question.

"Definitely. I shall do it quickly, I intend to take Stokeworth without a field battle, though I can't say the same for Duskendale, hardly I'll be able to surprise them," Ghüris answered, moving towards the Ser as his hand was over his shoulder.

"And now, I need you to do something as well Elras. The levies of Rosby are already being raised, take them and gather as many soldiers you can, numbers can be as crucial as quality".

In the same moment the Lord said it, Elras bowed his head, leaving the manor house as he prepared himself to accomplish the task given to him.

Throne Room of Dragonstone, 7998

Aegon Targaryen, the Lord of Dragonstone, and soon to be declared as Emperor, was kneeling, his sister-wife Rhaenys Targaryen in front of him, her hands holding a simple circlet, it was made of Valyrian steel, set with rubies, the dragonrider looked directly at her eyes as her hands slowly approached his head.
The place was rather empty, together with the Targaryens, there were the lords who were subjects of Aegon, his friends, and officers. The presence of religious figures was none as the three Targaryens claimed to answer no god or religion.

"I, Aegon Targaryen, the First of my name, promise, pledge and guarantee that I will be the protector, the defender of the realm and the guardian of the people in all ways useful to it," Aegon stated, still knelt.

"I, Rhaenys Targaryen, by the will of the people, name you, Aegon Targaryen, the First of his name, the Emperor of the Valyrians, King of all Essos and Shield to his people," she acclaimed him, putting the crown on his head as he stood up.

"Long live the Emperor! May the Emperor live forever!" the crowd shouted.