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"So, this is Yunkai" said Jon Snow, looking at the great walled city he had in front of him. A great Harpy statue was in plain sight, in place right in the middle of the place, signalling some kind of temple or perhaps the power of the masters. His armies of Unsullied waited in front of the great settlement, moving the siege engines and other machinery to their right place to attack. "What do you think, Ser Barristan? Is there a way to conquer it without spilling much blood?"

"The masters are not going to hand their city willingly and what happens to their slaves is not of their concern" the northern boy frowned. As a Westerosi, slavery was a disgusting and alien concept to him. He knew that it existed, but he was taught to despise it out of virtue, as any human being should. "They have two companies of sellwords and an army of pleasure slaves to protect themselves…"

"I understand" the prince simply said, turning around. He kept himself in the back of the armies, not out of cowardice, but to keep the element of surprise for the reunion with the master´s emissary. "Are you sure they don´t know about me? Only about my princess aunt?"

"I´m sure, my prince. We let no leaks about your brother or your presence, only the Princess" the old man said, smiling warmly at the boy. Out of the two, he was the most alike to Rhaegar in personality, something that quickly made him develop a soft spot for him. "But this strategy is not going to work again in your campaign in Essos."

"Then I will have to take advantage of it the most" the brunette said, pushing his hair out of his face. "Tell Lysea to be ready, Viserion will be in a few seconds. You also, Ser Barristan" he sighed. "I apologize beforehand for forcing you to become part of this mummer´s farce."

"Don´t worry, sometimes mummeries are part of battle" the man said before leaving to put himself by the side of the girl poising as Daenerys. The prince had not been very comfortable letting her doing this, as it put her innocent life in danger, but for now they needed this. If they knew all their hands beforehand like in an honourable fight. An honourable fight, the kind Jon Snow, Bastard of Winterfell, would like. "What is it?"

"Ser, sometimes I find myself wondering how this new facets of my life are changing me from the one I used to be" he said, looking at the ground. "I don´t know if it is for the better or the worst" the boy petted his wolf before continuing. "Eddard Stark raised me as a man of honour, but… lately, I felt I have become everything but that. So tell me, Ser Barristan, do you think I have changed? And if so, in the right way?"

"Of course" the old man said, putting a hand on his shoulder with a grandfatherly smile. "You are a good person, my prince. That you are worried about becoming an awful dishonourable man tells me that you are."

"But I´m not the kind of man my uncle raised me to be."

"Is that so bad?" the knight said, remembering having some similar talks with Rhaegar when he had been but a child. "I was in the Capitol when Ned Stark was betrayed. He was an honourable man, that´s true, but he was also a fool whose short sight costed the lives of his men and could have costed the ones of his daughters. All because he didn´t want to have three children´s blood on his hands. And, sometimes, a good leader needs to dirty his hands. A great leader must know when to be honourable and when to do what must be done. You, my prince, are in a good way to become one."

"Hummmm…" he guessed it was not so bad to not become his uncle. After all, he made a mess that landed his maternal family in a war. "I guess Jon Snow wanted to be too much like him to become your definition of a great leader."

"From what I see, Jon Snow, the Bastard of Winterfell, died the moment the wizards took him out of the Lands Beyond the Wall. Who you are now is Jaeherys Targaryen, second son of Rhaegar Targaryen and heir to the throne. Or am I wrong?"

"Not so much" answered the younger, smiling. Yeah, the sullen bastard boy, the one who was a part but at the same time apart from the Stark family, was dead. He now was Jaeherys Targaryen, a real member of the Targaryen family, beloved and cherished by both his aunt and his brother. "Sent Lysea forward now, I will be ready."

Lysea was a former bed slave from Astapor who favoured her Lysene mother and thus inherited the silver hair and purple eyes along with strong valyrian features that allowed her to make a convincing impersonate of Daenerys, despite not really resembling the dragon princess so much. Her dress was given to her by the princess too, which made the impersonation even more convincing, at least for the masters. The dragon by her side was the final touch, making the masters even more confidence. After all, what could a little girl do?

"The words were spoken and the collars given back to their owners" informed the girl to the prince after the mummery in front of the walls of Yunkai. "I think it went well, the masters said they would send some envoy tomorrow, your Grace."

"Good, I will need you to receive them in an appropriate manner when that happens" he allowed her to get in, showing her his tent. "And remember, you are Daenerys Targaryen, the Dragon Queen. You need to show an defiant attitude when you receive their envoy. Don´t worry, I will be there to guide in case you need me."

"Yes, my prince" the girl made no movement to get out through the hidden backdoor to bathe and prepare for the mummery of the following day. when she made no attempt to leave in the next few minutes, he turned around to see her. She was fidgeting with her dress, a movement that made the boy feel a little bit strange. "My prince…"

"What, Lysea?" he asked, a little bit nervous.

"I´ve heard before that… that Targaryen princes usually marry their sisters or at least girls from valyrian descend. I… I know I´m no maiden but… but I think that perhaps…" the girl seemed innocent or at least a little bit ashamed, something that contrasted with her actions, as she removed her dress, letting it fall to the ground. Jon´s face lit up, having never before seen a naked woman. Not even his aunt.

"Lysea, I´m not…" he excused himself, taking a few steps back. This was too much like the time Theon took both him and Robb to the Wintertown brothel and bought girls to take both of their maidenheads. He remembered escaping the place even before Ross finished removing her dress, just with a short glimpse at one of her breasts. "You don´t have to do this, you are not in the pleasure house anymore."

"I´m not asking you to marry me, it´s just that… you and yours freed me and my mother. I want to show my thanks to you with…"

"Lysea, stop"

"Please, my prince, I can make you feel good" she approached him, showing her full breasts and silver cunt to him. the boy reddened even more, grabbing a nearby sheet and quickly showing it around her. Then he guided her to the place she left her dress, breathing in and out deeply to cool himself. "My prince…"

"I don´t need that sort of services, thank you, Lysea" the Targaryen said, trying to forget what he saw. Hey, Jon Snow might be dead, but the things Eddard Stark taught him were still an integral part of his personality. And the stigma of bastardy leaving such a deep imprint in him that there was no way he would bed a woman before marriage and forcing a possible child of him to leave with his wife´s scorn like he did with Catelyn´s. "You can go to your tent and prepare yourself now."

"But…"

"Thank you again" he showed her out, handing her the dress she discarded. He then felt into a chair, rubbing his temples. He served himself a little bit of wine, willing to drink himself into forgetfulness. Ser Barristan enter in that moment, finding him finishing the second cup of wine in the afternoon.

"My prince, some of the soldiers informed me that they saw a naked girl exiting your tent. Is there something you…"

"She was at fault, not me" he explained quickly, gripping the cup so strong it threatened to break. "She entered to inform me that the masters of Yunkai took the bait and then she took off her dress and offered herself to me" he poured himself another drink. "For the Old Gods and the New, I couldn´t believe it when I saw her trying to seduce me in that way, so forward with what she wanted…"

"I was afraid of that" answered the young knight, not putting the blame on him as he feared. "Before we departed Astapor, I heard some of the girls making bets on your maidenhead after finding out you were a maiden. Apparently it is now worth a huge pool of jewels."

"Gods" that meant Lysea was just the first, he was to expect more attacks later. He drank all his cup at that thought, reaching for the pitcher again. "I knew there were going to be a few drawbacks of being a prince, but having girls bet about who takes my maidenhead… just unbelievable."

"Really?" Ser Barristan put on the same grandfatherly smile as before. "In times like this, you remind me of your father even more. Rhaegar also had to dodge a few maidens in his younger days, but it was no jewels they wanted. It was his crown. That turned him completely crazy" he laughed, remembering the traumatized Silver Prince dodging grabby highborn maidens. "I remember one particularly funny event when Cersei Lannister found her way into his chambers, completely naked. It took me months to get him to stop barring his door at night."

"I can tell… wait, what?" he asked, a little bit traumatized. To imagine his father with a naked Cersei… that was enough to make him want to puke. "Hope he threw her out of his rooms immediately, bared as she was."

"He was too much of a gentleman for that" Ser Barristan said, remembering his and Arthur Dayne´s faces when they saw the scene. "He did the same as you, put a sheet over her form and threw her out. Then barred his door and didn´t open until we assured him that the woman had actually left."

"Considering she is a brotherfucker and probably was doing the same then, the whore probably deserved to be paraded naked around the castle" he answered, much more animated. "Still I won´t bed any girl. They will find themselves disappointed, but I promised long ago not to have any bastards and don´t plan to break it now."

"To bed a girl doesn´t mean to plant a seed, boy" the knight said. "I don´t say you have to go around bedding girls like Robert did, but… enjoy a bit before settling down. It might be your last chance to enjoy carnal pleasure before having to marry."

"You are talking about it as if I was already betrothed"

"Not right now, but you might soon be" the man said, sighing. "Maybe I shouldn´t bring it up now, but Lord Connington has started to search betrothals for you. King Aegon is already set to wed Princess Daenerys to add more legitimacy to his claim and produce future pure blooded dragonriders, but you don´t have anyone to marry. The best show of an alliance is a marriage and many mayor houses have young daughters you can be married to."

"Do I really have to?" he asked, not wanting to be sold off like cattle. The only good thing about being a bastard boy was that he would never have to marry for an alliance, but as a prince… "And who are the candidates?"

"He hasn´t talked to the families yet, but he thinks about Arianne Martell, Sansa Stark and Margaery Tyrell… perhaps Shireen Baratheon, if her father dies soon" the horrified face Jaeherys put made Barristan feel pity for him. "Don't be like that, it could be worse. In fact, Princess Arianne and Lady Margaery are first on her list. Ladies Sansa and Shireen are only a last resort."

"They shouldn´t even be on the list, Sansa is like my sister! I know that for a Targaryen those words doesn´t mean much, but I was raised as a Stark, so incest is alien to me" the traumatized look of the prince actually had the older man pitying him. "And Shireen is just a little girl… I can´t marry a child!" the boy shook his head. "I´m never marrying"

"Then how are you having children?"

"I will leave that to Aegon"

"Perhaps the family will need other heirs, some that came from your body, if he and his queen are unable to give the throne an heir" Ser Barristan said. "For now, enjoy your bachelorhood, because it won´t last much if Lord Connington has his way."

"Guess I will have to dodge Lysea and the other girls more… but first I have to conquer Yunkai" he signalled the position of the Harpy on a nearby map. "Hope it falls as swiftly as Astapor did. Viserion is still a little bit too tiny to imitate Drogon."

"Don´t worry, it is going to be. I already found a way to make it happen"

-The next day-

"Your Grace, the envoy of Yunkai is approaching" said one of the Unsullied, alerting both Lysea and Jaeherys of the presence of the enemy. The prince sighed, having hope for some more time between meeting Bloodbeard and the masters. Well, beggars can be choosers. The northern boy donned a servant´s uniform, ready to carry trays and serve wine during the envoy´s reunion with the former bed slave. The woman moved nervously, her hair and clothes done in the same way as the Targaryen Princess. "Should we go out now, Princess?"

"Of course" the woman said, letting herself be guided to the location the encounter would take place. Grazdan mo Eraz entered the clearing with all the paraphernalia of a powerful noble, looking own on the Westerosi and former slaves. The fake Daenerys hold his glare like a true queen, eager to please her prince. Perhaps like that, she would win the bet. "Welcome, my lords. I am Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen and…"

"I know who you are, Dragon Whore" the man said, taking a fruit from Jon´s tray. He didn´t lift his eyes, signalling for Lysea to continue. Near her, Viserion chirped, wanting to go to his true rider. He calmed the dragon down for now, mentally ordering him to stay where he was. Soon they will conquer together. "You will find no easy conquest here, woman. Take your beasts, your eunuchs and leave our city."

"Why should I do that?" the former prostitute asked, trying to imitate the tone of her princess. "I have the armies, the dragons… you have no way to stop me."

"On contrary, your grace, you are the one who doesn´t have a chance with us. Our walls are tick and tall, our storages full and our men without fear. You will not conquer us" he then made a sound with his fingers, which was followed by two slaves moving a coffer towards her. "But why to go through a painful siege if we can settle this by other means? You are the Last Targaryen, your fight is not with us. It´s not even here in Essos."

"What do you mean?"

"The Wise Masters offer you this, fifty thousand gold coins, as a gift of friendship. Take the gold and leave, we will seek no retribution against you. You can even take your slave army to retake your Throne, we will not pursue you to recover them. The others will be reduced back to their slave status and…"

"That´s enough" Lysea said with outrage, encouraged by a nod from her prince. "I don´t want the friendship of people who would enslave others for their own selfish desires nor need gold so stained with the blood of innocents that curses the people who touches it" she glared at him. "The Targaryens will retake the Iron Throne, but that will be once I have eradicated the awful practice of slavery from the world, from here to Volantis and back."

"You stupid whore… you don´t know what you are saying…"

"Do I?" the girl continued. "I can be a foolish girl, but I still know the difference between right and wrong. Slavery is a wrong in the world, a wrong I´m planning to set right, beginning with Astapor and continuing with this city."

"Our walls will not be breached…"

"I will fly over them if necessary"

"Our soldiers…"

"The pleasure slaves you have taken as soldiers will take any opportunity to be free, even mine. I have already shown them that it´s possible to get rid of the masters" she smiled. Grazdan showed her his teeth and stormed out of the meeting place, taking his gold and slaves with him. Jon then left his tray, sighing. He truly wished the masters were more comprehensive, but he was talking about slavers here. There was no way to reason with that sort of people. "My prince…"

"Don´t worry, Lysea, you did very well" the Targaryen said, turning to Ser Barristan. "I think we will have to go with your idea, Ser. I just hope we didn´t have to use such underhanded tactics to achieve victory. It´s not honourable."

"Be at ease, my prince, as the underhandes tactic might save lots of lives from your army-" the old knight said. "Giving wine to the Second Sons so they are so drunk that they couldn´t remember who they fight for is a brilliant move. Our army might get out of this without many loses only for that" Jaeherys nodded, having heard many histories about Barristan the Bold. "And offering the Stormcrows a better deal than the masters…"

"My prince, urgent communication from Astapor" one of the freedmen approached him, bowing in respect before handing him a piece of paper. "The Princess is already near the walls of Meereen, something that probably will be of common knowledge soon. We should act quickly" the northerner frowned. He didn´t expect his aunt to move so soon after him. Well, at least his plans were not going to be affected by that. "The King also sends notice of a revolt in Astapor"

"What?" that was surely unexpected. After all, why would former slaves move against the people who freed them? "Is my brother alright?"

"King Aegon suffered no harm, neither did his courtiers" informed the man. "The leader of the rebels was quickly found, a butcher by the name of Cleon, and put to the sword along with his lieutenants. The citizens even helped in the investigations… apparently, he didn´t have as many followers as he believed."

"Foolish… as foolish as this so called Wise Masters" he turned his head towards the city, smiling in expectation. Since this began he started to feel like never before… so alive. Perhaps this was the right life for him.

This believe was reinforced the next day, as he entered the city with his troops. The freedmen sacked and hacked their way through the streets, putting many of the masters to the sword, but respecting the lives of women and children, even if they were the master´s kin. Jon walked along with them during the fight, diverting towards the pyramid with the great harpy on top, where the last masters have taken refuge. Behind him was Lysea, no longer in her dragon queen costume, dutifully following her prince.

"What… who…" Grazdan muttered, looking frantically between the woman he swore was the Dragon Queen and the man in Targaryen armour and colours right in front of him. The boy smiled, a little bit drunk of victory. No many boys his eyes managed to conquer a city, he should enjoy it. "Who are you?"

"I am Jaeherys Targaryen, brother to King Aegon of Astapor and nephew to Princess Daenerys, soon Princess of Meereen" he announced proudly his chin held high. "And this city is now mine."

Oh, yes, Jon conquering his first city. A little bit more bloody than in the show and book, but it was needed. After all, Jon is not Daenerys. He understands that if he leaves the masters in power, they will be a problem. He will not murder them all, as that is also not him, but he will take some hostages and cripple the masters enough so they are no problem in his city. Anyway, I hope you are enjoying festivities, I surely am. Merry Christmas to all! Review!