Hello there, welcome to another chapter of this what if story. Honestly, I am really surprised by the good reception you all have given me, I'll try not to dissapoint, and here we go...
283 AC (a few months later):
Viserys POV
'Dragons dont answer to gods nor men, my child, we are untamable, fire runs through our veins, and anyone who tries to hurt us, shall BURN'...
He woke up with a gasp, in a unfamiliar room. It took a few moments to register just where he was, as the far away sound of waves crashing against the rocky shore brought him to reality. Dragonstone. The seat that his father had bestowed upon him. 'The seat of my ancestors, where Aegon the Conqueror planned his invasion of the Seven Kingdoms'.
He got up from his bed and took a knee at his bedside. "Father, I pray for your wisdom and guidance in ruling and becoming a good member of my house, Mother, I pray that you protect my unborn brother or sister..." 'WE DO NOT ANSWER TO THE GODS' his fathers words came crying from his earlier dreams. 'But septa Ulla teached me about humility in front of the gods, father...' 'I DONT CARE WHAT THAT BITCH TOLD YOU, YOU ARE A DRAGON, OR MAYBE NOT, MAYBE YOUR AS WEAK AS YOUR BROTHER' 'Please Kepa, i just want to pray for you'...
There was silence in his head but for a moment, before his fathers voice came back to him 'You are a fucking dissapointment child'...
Hot tears sprung from his eyes as he tried to forget the face of the man he called father. The day before, they had recieved a raven telling them that the capitol was surrounded by Lannister forces. 'He will survive, he told me that dragons are invincible'.
A servant came knocking at the door, "My prince, maester Moros has told me that your lessons await you. I have brought you some food to eat before you part".
He stood as tall as his 7 name days allowed him to, and tried to put a disdainfull face for the servant, as his father had tought him.
"Tell maester Moros I will be there shortly".
His act fell as soon as the servant closed the door. 'Im not like you father, Im not a worthy son', 'YOU ARE BETTER THAN THESE PEASENT SCUM, ACT LIKE IT'.
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A couple of hours later, he was leaving the maesters study, having learned all that he could about the traitorous houses, and how would be most apropiate to deal with them. 'BURN THEM, BURN THEM ALL. SHOW THOSE TRAITOROUS BASTARDS WHAT DOES A DRAGON DO WHEN THEY CHALLENGE IT'.
'I will not fail you father, I will not fail you mother. I am the future of House Targaryen, and a dragon does not show weakness'.
His feet carried him towards the small sept in the castle. No matter how many times his fathers voice reminded him that dragons do not pray, he couldn't help but feel a lot calmer once he prayed for his fathers safety. 'I am not ready to be your succesor, father, even if you have put your faith in me, I am not strong enough'.
At the sept, his knees fell before the seven statues gathered in a new moon formation, while his hands went to light up the candles, 'one for father, one for Aegon, one for Rhaenys, and one for Elia',
"Is there no candle for me, my sweetling?" apparently he had been voicing his thoughts again.
"They're all far away, Munha, and my hand cannot reach them, thats why I pray for them," he said at the same time that he turned to greet his mother, Queen Rhaella, "but you are here, and I will protect you from anyone who seeks to harm you."
Her eyes instantly brightened, and she cooed softly as her fingeres stroked his hair...
"My valiant knight, what would I do without my protector". His cheeks burned at his mothers praise, and he couldn't help but stand a bit straighter. She laughed at his antics. "My brave dragon, I love you so much Viserys". His chest tightened at his mothers words of affection. He didnt know why but his father had kept him far from the queen for a few years, and each time the young prince asked for her, he would claim that she wasnt healthy enough to see him, or he would give him another excuse. However, the gods favored Viserys' prayers when the King decided to send Queen Rhaella with him to his new seat in Dragonstone, and his happiness doubled when they told him that she was with child. 'A brother or sister to share my burden'.
Just then, the sound of hurried steps could be heard from beyond the entrance to the sept, and he quickly separated himself from his mother, noticing as he did so a small hint of sadness in her eyes. 'Sorry Munha, but my men wont fear me as father said they should if they see me hiding in your embrace'.
The steps became louder as the figure of a distraught Ser Darry and of Maester Moros came into sight.
"My prince, my queen, I have troubling news", the words came out of Ser Darry's mouth.
"Ser Willem, Maester Moros, an honour to make your acquaintance, tell me what happened".
"My Queen, perhaps it would be best if the prince gave us a moment.."
"Maester, I understand your reluctance, but my father has charged me with the responsability to take care of this castle and all that happens to be of importance should be of my knowledge." Theres was still hesitance in their eyes, but when the Queen nodded they stilled themselves and Moros began to speak.
"A raven has just arrived from the capitol...the city... it has fallen". There was a moment of silence where the air of the room felt constricted, and, the prince felt his heart quicken. " My father...the King..."
They both looked at each other, and before uttering a single word they both felled to their knees.
"Your Grace, the King has fallen as well, betrayed by the Lannister kingsguard". Ser Darry muttered. It was a blow to the chest. I couldn't be. It was imposible..
"My nephew, my niece, Princess Elia, they where in Kingslanding.." if their faces where somber before, now they looked almost haunted.
"The children have been butchered by Lannister men, Your Grace". Tears started spilling freely at this last statment. A large cry came from the Queen as she raised her hands to her face to try and hide the horror and pain, her knees almost giving up under the weight of all things said in the last few minutes. Shock came upon the young prince, as he tried to piece all the information together. It couldn't be, it couldn't be, it was impossible.. His eyes roamed over the knight and the maester, both still on their knees, then it clicked.
"Why..." his voice started shackingly," why, why have you called me your grace".
Then, Maester Moros said in a quiet voice
"King Aerys named you his heir your grace", he then paused but for a few seconds as he took a deep breath to gather his strength, "all hail Viserys Targaryen, third of his name, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, and Protector of the Realm.
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284 A.C
"Parry, Your Grace, and bring up your shield, that's it yes. Remember to distribute the strength of your strike as to not unbalance yourself, take care of your force Your Grace, a bit less, a bit less.." the opponent took care to avoid the wild swing of Viserys' sword and the King came stumbling to the dirt. A couple of servants came to help him get up but he immediatly shouted "LEAVE ME!!!". He hastily and awkwardly got up and then shouted to the instructor: "AGAIN!"
"Your Grace, if I may, it has been over three hours and you have fal.."
"I SAID AGAIN!" Viserys said as he gripped his sword with all the force he could muster. The clashing of swords was once again heard in the courtyard, as forebearing clouds loomed in the horizon.
It had been a few months since the fall of Kingslanding, but ever since he received the dark words, the young ruler had thrown himself into training and studying harder than ever, spending every last drop of energy before going to sleep, only to come again with the next sunrise, and renew his invisible goal. No one understood him, no one could. 'I am a King without a Kingdom, and the monsters are coming for me and mine, I wont let them, I have to be stronger than ever, I won't lose anyone ever again'.
Everyone were wary, expecting to see Baratheon sails any day now, and with the Queen heavy with child, it was too great a risk to escape right now, but the time was almost upon them. The new Kings name day had come and past, without a lot of commotion, by express orders of the King himself. Although he was only eight years old, they all could feel he understood the gravity of the situation. 'How could I not, they expect a King, and I am merely a boy, a weak boy. Rhaenys was a few years younger than me and... and... those monsters took her' the anger surfaced and gave him renewed strength to pick up the sword, "AGAIN!".
"Your Grace, its starting to rain, and the clouds announce a storm is coming.." the instructor paused, as if he was fearful of denying his liege, but overworking was a thing, and the King had to understand this.
A snarl came from the young rulers mouth and just when he was about to respond a messenger appeared and shouted "My King, Maester Moros has sent me, the Queen has begun her labors". It took but a few seconds to understand the information, and then he proceded to run up the stairs, stumbling a couple of times, towards his mothers chambers. Once he arrived, he immediatly went to sit down beside her bed.
"Your Grace, the birth chamber is no place for.." Moros started saying but found himself under the glare of the new King.
"I appreciate your service Maester, bur try moving me from my mothers side and you wont see what tomorrow looks like". His voice hissed as he took his mothers left hand between his own. Since the coronation, he hadn't been around much. He had visited her, of course, but he often excused himself just to go study or to the training grounds a bit more.
"Munha, I haven't been with you this last months, but I'm here now, I'll protect you from the monsters Munha, no one can harm you, I'm here", he whispered to sooth her. She smiled, and he felt like nothing could go wrong, 'you are strong munha, you can do this'.
"Rhaegar, is that you?" she asked, and a frown came upon his face. He then noticed the sweat in her face, 'but she has barely started giving birth', his right hand came up to her forehead, just as she had done when he was fealing unwell. 'It's burning, it's not supposed to be burning', he turned to the maester "Moros, whats going on?"
"I am truly sorry, my King, but the Queen insisted not to burden you, since yesterday, she has been fealing unwell, and the truth of it is, we weren't expecting the child for another moon turn, but although it is a bit early, I assure you, it can be managed". Tears came to his eyes, but he quickly wiped them away and took his mothers hand once more between his own. "You will be okay mother, I wont let the Stranger near you", he said to her with a small smile upon his face. 'Please gods, please let her live, she is a good mother, and a good queen, please let her live'.
One hour became two, and three became four, outside, the sky was falling in a storm so great, it was as if the old storm gods themselves fought against the Dragons stone, rain coming down with unmercifull force. As the hours passed, one life was slipping, as a new life was born. Old magic users in Essos often say, a life for a life, and in the cold, damp chambers, a young Viserys held the hand of the Queen, as she fought with every fiber of her heart to bring a new dragon to this world.
And finnaly, after an eternity of holding her soul by the hand to the mortal realms, a cry broke into the night, and a dragon princess was born.
"Let me hold her, let me see my daughter", Rhaella pleaded. The maester took the baby in his arms and presented her to the Queen.
"Look at her, Viserys, look at her beautiful eyes", she said. The king couln't help but feel a twing of jelousy in his heart, but once he saw his sisters eyes, it melted into nothingness.
"What is her name, Munha?"
"Her name is Daenerys... my... son".
"Munha? MUNHA!!???"
"I...I can see them, I can see all of my children...Rhaegar is there too..."
A servant came to take the princess away to the wet nurse, and everyone left the room after giving on last bow to the good Queen. He remained at her side, until the sun came between the clouds.
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All wooden things, chairs tables, all came to form a giant pyre, that burned with fury.
At the bottom, looking towards the remains of Queen Rhaella, was her son, King Viserys, with a baby Daenerys in his arms.
"I have failed, you Kepa" he said, " I have failed you Munha, that's all you have now Dany, a failure of a big brother. But I vow not to fail you, my hāedar".
He turned around to look at the Maester and at Ser Willem Darry.
"You have both called me your King, but now my mother is dead, as is my father, what will you do?" he asked, with uncertainty in his heart. They both looked at each other, before Maester Moros raised his voice before the raging fire and said "You are our King, from this day, to the end of our days". Thay both took a knee then before the King.
He visibly relaxed at that, before turning serious again and asking "Has any ship survived the storm?".
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Stannis POV
"Davos, give me a damage report on the fleet". He said with a stern face.
" Well, m'lord, we have reunited with a couple of them cogs but it would take at least another day to asses the full damage, right now I can say we are missing at least seven of them warships".
"So that would put us with five warships, and a couple of cogs". his face looking ever grimmer.
"Thats about right, m'lord, it is a shitty situation, but on the bright side, the waves must've crashed them boats of theirs and they must be in even deeper shit then us".
'That is true, and we only have a couple of hours before arriving to the dragons lair'
"If i may m'lord, I.. dont feel very good with the whole killing children thing".
"We are not going to kill children Davos, but we will do our duty, and duty demands we take them to the king". He said, before looking at the former smugler in the eye, "and for the last time, it's my lord, not m'lord, you have to speak correctly if you are to be my right hand man".
"Yes m'lor.. hem hmm, my lord".
The sun was still in the horizon when they made port in the rocky island, but there was no one to fight them once they descended.
Stannis immediatly formed his soldiers in case of an ambush, but each minute past, the only thing to be heard was silence. The formation slowly made its way to the gates at the bottom of the stairs of the castle. There were no guards in the twin towers that guarded the gates, and these themselves were open. Everybody felt a strange, cold sweat creep inside their chainmails, but Stannis was not detered by this, he had a duty to follow, and he would do it.
The castle itself was quiet, and one could hear the wind sweep through the hollow rooms and halls, with no one to be found.
The soldiers started muttering between themselves about ghosts and whatnot, but their commander kept stoic, even if his heart started picking up speed. They made way for the throne room, and once inside they started begging to go back to the ships, until the sound of slow footsteps made everybody draw their swords. There, in the corridor beside the throne, a old man appeared, in his neck a heavy chain made of a hundred links announcing his position.
"Lord Stannis, I salute you, and I surrender the castle and all that is left, to you", the maester said, with all the force he could muster. Stannis was speechless, but Davos spoke up "Where are the Targaryens?".
"Oh, well, the Queen passed away in bringing the babe to the world. Sadly, neither survived the ordeal, and they were both cremated, following the Targaryen old traditions, you can still see the smoke of the pyre in the hill next ot the castle, but, the bones, were recuperated by the young prince".
"And were is the young prince?" Stannis finnaly let his voice be felt in the room.
"Ah, that. As you know, we maesters are bound by oath to the castle and to the castle's lord, so the young prince felt I was to stay, and keep my oath to Dragonstone, while he left to see the world, but, before leaving, he did manage to write a letter to the Baratheon king, one wich I was tasked, as his final order to me, to deliver". As he finished, he procured a letter from his sleeve, and aproached the stone faced Stannis, who took it with great care. 'It could be poisoned, Robert would be angered if I dont know any details'.
"I will deliver the message, thank you Maester..."
"Moros, my Lord", the old man answered with a smile.
"Right, thank you Maester Moros. You shall continue your service to Dragonstone after a proper investigation, of course. In the mean time, the castle will be managed by my second in command, as I will immediatly depart for Kingslanding, and report to the King, and you will come with me".
"Yes, my lord".
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The ship sailed with all sails loose, making for the capitol with all haste. In the captains bedchambers, Lord Stannis opened the letter destined for the king. 'Best to know something and not be ridiculed by Robert again, seven spare me'. As he finished the letter, he stumbled to the bed, deep in thought. 'The war, its not over'. The paper fell to the floor, from where he picked it up to read it once more.
To the Usurper
I, Viserys Targaryen, third of my name, and rightful ruler of the Seven Kingdoms, vow to return one day and set you and all you hold dear to ashes. You have taken everything from me, so I will take everything from you. You have shown your fury, but I will take back what you've stolen, with Fire and Blood.