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Author's Note: Hello everyone, here we are with a new story that I hope you enjoy and review. It is my entry into Naruto/House of the Dragon. I thank Adventreader 221, Otsutsuki No Yami, Lord of Crime, and the individual who encouraged me to write this idea and the originator of this idea, Kuronodono12. The contributor to this story is Adventreader221. Updates will not be regular here as real life and illness is something I have to deal with, but I will do my best to churn out quality content.

I will be playing around with things and there will be changes. I hope you like them.

The next story that I will be posting soon, will be my rewrite of Seasons five to eight. Please keep an eye out for that one.

This story is about what Naruto does and what he does, he does the best: kicking ass, changing lives, and bringing peace in his own way with his fists and his speeches. Pairing will be Naruto/Rhaenyra, or who knows. Without further ado, let us begin.

Prologue- Magic has returned

"Aemma, I saw it. It was clear and fresh as a memory. The splintering sounds of shields and the thundering hooves… and I placed our heir upon the Iron Throne. The dragons simply roared as one… and magic returned to the land. And our child stood as proud as the Conqueror himself. Oh, darling, if you only you saw this dream of mine"- King Viserys I Targaryen.

"There are things you can't fight, acts of God. You see a hurricane coming; you have to get out of the way. But when you see Naruto Uzumaki fight, suddenly, you can fight the hurricane. You can win."-Daemon Targaryen.

"To be a ruler, let alone a Queen, is a monumental task. I must prove worthy lest I end up as Princess Rhaenys, the Queen who never was. I will learn and I will train. Let no man or woman say that I, Rhaenyra Targaryen, was only chosen as heir to the Iron Throne because of my father's grief. Yet, would the realm truly accept me as their Queen? Is it good to be a ruler?"- Rhaenyra Targaryen

"Growing up, I was naive to some things about life. I wish my parents were around to teach me a lot of things I needed to know. Yet, now I know a lot. The human heart, human nature, dragons in chains; I will confront it all. No one controls me. If they think they do, they are getting a fist to the face from the school of hard knocks!"- Uzumaki Naruto.

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House Targaryen had completed its first century of ruling and the wise, firm, old king Jaeherys, his health was failing. House Targaryen had ruled uncontested and unchallenged at the height of its power, with ten mighty dragons under its yoke. Yet, for all his wisdom and kindness, the old king could never prevent death and had lost many of his male heirs. In order to ensure no war of succession, Jaeherys called a Great Council.

In front of all the lords, many claims were heard. It came down to two-Princess Rhaenys Targaryen, the King's eldest descendant, and Viserys the First, her cousin. After the dust cleared, in front of all, my father was chosen over Princess Rhaenys. In the end, they felt a man was more worthy to inherit the throne.

Jaeherys knew the cold hard truth of it all. The only thing that could tear down the House of the Dragon was itself

Rhaenyra Targaryen—

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It is now the eight year of King Viserys I Targaryen's reign. It is now one hundred and seventy one years before the birth of the Mad King, Aerys II, and his dear daughter, Princess Daenerys Targaryen.

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King's Landing- 104 AC

It was still night in Westeros and in the Royal Chambers of the King and Queen, Viserys was tossing and turning as he was plagued by the same dream. In the same dream, he could hear his brother speak and talk.

He could see Corlys Velaryon and his family and Princess Rhaenys, his wife. He could see his daughter being coronated as his heir and the lords bending the knee to her. He could see his brother competing in the tourney for his new heir, and he saw Dragonstone and blood and kin fighting.

And when his brother spoke, his blood chilled. He could not forget the words he said.

"Gods, Kings, Fire and Blood; oh you pitiful fools. Dreams never made us kings, dragons did."

And yet, when his speech was done, he could see his brother smile at him. He then saw his daughter smile at him, and then… he saw him.

Out from the Void, from the shadows itself, a man emerged. A man with golden hair and blue eyes that could pierce the soul had emerged. And when he emerged from the shadows, his eyes turned gold as he stared at Viserys. And then Viserys heard it; the thundering roars of dragons as they unleashed flames that reached the heavens.

And then, the darkness had come. The abomination from the North had come, wielding a black sword, riding a dragon. And the Golden-Haired man was not deterred. He slammed his blade against his as thunder and lightning ripped apart the land. And when the abomination died, the dragons roared once again.

And then the dream had ended. Viserys woke up in a cold sweat, thankful he did not wake up his wife. He held his wife close to his heart and listened to her heartbeats. His wife was soon to give birth and he hoped for a son. He hoped for his heir. And yet, he was plagued by dreams, dreams he could not truly understand or comprehend. He wished for peace and peace alone. Yet, even he knew that a King seldom got such a thing. For the one who sits upon the Iron Throne, must understand that comfort is a necessary sacrifice.

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Mid-Morning had fallen upon King's Landing, the city formed and created by Aegon I, the conqueror of Westeros. Along with his Sister Queens and wives, Queen Visenya I and Rhaenys I, The three rode on the backs of their dragons and conquered the land of Westeros, and forged their dynasty.

Some of the lands fell through dragonfire, some knelt to the king, and one land refused to be conquered. Dorne had truly embodied the words of House Martell- Unbowed, Unbent, and Unbroken. Dorne had even managed through sheer luck, brought down Princess Rhaenys and her dragon. Reluctantly, Aegon had accepted peace with Dorne and a truce was called, though no one truly knew why Aegon accepted peace. Some say the Dornish had discovered that Aegon's child with Rhaenys was not his and threatened to expose the secret. Some day the Dornish would have spent all their gold to hire a Faceless Man to kill Aegon's heir.

No one even knew how Dorne was able to survive and thrive as the Dragon's wroth was cruel, viscous, and mighty.

House Targaryen did have ups and downs. After the Conqueror's passing, his child Aenys ruled as King. He was a weak, kind, foolish, indecisive man who had no true idea how to rule and preferred music, arts, and reading than proper ruling. He was not strong enough to rule and when the Faith had enough of the Targaryens, they set out to kill them. Apparently, when Aenys wished to marry his son to his daughter and continue the incest traditions of Old Valyria, the Faith had enough.

Though Queen Visenya counseled him to bring Fire and Blood to his enemies, Aenys refused as he was too passive and weak to make a decision.

His death was sudden and many had accused Visenya of kin slaying. Visenya's son, Maegor had come to rule. There were whispers that his birth and his life was unnatural; a product of blood magic itself.

Maegor was not weak and passive. He was taller than his father and built strong and powerful. He did not suffer fools. When the Faith rebelled, he burned them on the back of Balerion itself. He killed his nephwes and tortured them and held his family hostage. His death was an even greater mystery than Aenys'. Some say the loyal and mighty Kingsguard had killed him for his cruelty, some say he was betrayed by his numerous wives and concubines. Some even told that it was the Iron Throne that his own father had forged himself with Balerion's own fire that slain him, for it was known to cut those unworthy of ruling.

Regardless, the Old King, Jaeherys had taken the throne at the young age of fourteen. Jaeherys was firm and wise and pragmatic and practical unlike his father Aenys. He inspired loyalty, kindness and compassion. Yet, he ruled fairly and firmly. He knew how to wield House Targaryen's vast power.

Yet, even Old, Wise Jaeherys and Good Queen Alysanne could not prevent everything. Their lives were full of happiness and the loss of life. No woman could love a child more than Alysanne herself. And so she lost many of her children, through war, through still births, through life itself.

And when she passed, the Old King's heart broke. He no longer had the strength to go on without the love of his life. And so, before his passing, he announced a Great Council, and his grandchild, a male, was chosen to lead over a woman, his eldest descendant.

And as Viserys the First ruled, he ruled fairly and competently, though no King could truly rule without some headaches. His beloved wife Aemma had suffered many stillbirths. He needed a son to continue his line. Though he loved his daughter, he knew the realm would never accept a woman sitting on the Iron Throne; such is the sad order of things.

In his heart, he knew Aemma would bear him a son. His dreams told him as much. And yet, he could not ignore his other dreams. What did his brother mean to say in his dreams? What was to befall his daughter, Rhaenyra? And who was the blonde man with the gold eyes? Why were the dragons bowing to him? Was he a secret Targaryen? Was he a secret Valyrian?

What did time hold in store for the future of House Targaryen?

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In the clouds and the sky above King's Landing, a dragon and her dragonrider were enjoying the crisp, fresh air. Her dragon soared above the clouds and the city as Princess Rhaenyra led her dragon Syrax to the Dragonpit. And as she landed, her dragon growled at the caretakers, while a loyal member of the Kingsguard stood watch.

Rhaenyra descended gently as she calmed Syrax and marveled at her dear friend. Syrax had calmed herself as the caretakers led her inside the pit.

"Well done as always, Princess." Ser Harrold Westerling spoke.

"Don't look so surprised, Ser." Rhaenyra responded with a gentle smile.

"I am always happy to see you safe, Princess. My heart is in my throat every time I see you ride that great beast.

Rhaenyra walked calmly and proudly to a carriage that her best friend, Allicent Hightower stepped out of.

"Syrax is growing bigger. Soon enough she will be as large as Caraxes."

"Eventually, large enough for you to join me."

"Oh, I wish that was possible, Rhaenyra."

Rhaenyra shook her head and smiled as she realized her dear friend would not be able to handle being on a dragon.

She sat near her friend as it was a quiet ride to the Red Keep. All manner of hustle and bustle was happening as people bowed to Rhaenyra. Both friends were linked hand in hand as they went to visit Rhaenyra's mother.

House Targaryen was truly at the apex of its power. The Conciliator as well as his beloved wife had made enormous strides in healing the realm from the fallout of his uncle, Maegor The Cruel. House Targaryen once possessed three dragons and now it had as much as twenty under its command. Of course, there were a few dragons that the Targaryens didn't possess. There was the Cannibal who lay hidden in Dragonstone, but only a fool would ever try to claim the Cannibal.

Some say he was a dragon that predated Balerion, Vhagar, and Meraxes. Some say he hated the Targaryens. One thing was for certain, the Cannibal did not discriminate in his rage or his appetite. Men, women, dragons, and dragon eggs were his favorite delight to consume. His scales were dark as obsidian stone, his eyes a deep emerald green full of fury like no other. And his fire was different. Instead of red, black, gold, or even white, his flames were green.

The people living near Dragonstone were sent a clear message- don't mess with the Cannibal, the Cannibal would not bother you provided he wasn't hungry.

Then there was Sheepstealer who often roamed between Driftmark and Wendwater in search of its favorite meal mutton, for which it earned its nickname.

The last of the dragons not in the possession of the Targaryen's was Grey Ghost a rather sly and elusive dragon that seemed to have a taste solely for fish based on the handful of times the grey dragon had been seen.

Though House Targaryen did possess and tame dragons to an immense degree, the Targaryens did not know everything about Dragons. The death and destruction of the Valyrian Freehold meant an immense amount of knowledge was lost to the free world. It was hit and miss to some degree when it came to hatching dragons and bonding to create future dragon riders. Sometimes, the results were spectacular… and sometimes the results were catastrophic.

Then again, if you discount dragons, the Targaryens themselves were different. They were descended from Old Valyria, and the blood of Old Valyria was magical, powerful, and dangerous. The Targaryens themselves were considered otherworldly and ethereal with such fair features, violet eyes, and silver-gold hair. Some even stated that Targaryens were closer to gods than men.

And some even stated the gods punished the Freehold for dabbling in and opening doors that were best left shut permanently. Jaehaerys the Wise and his close friend Septon Barth knew this all too well when the Conciliator's daughter, Aerea, had passed away. She was rebellious and unique and had somehow ended up in the Freehold with Balerion the Black Dread himself.

And when she returned, Barth had been freaked out of his mind. His private recordings which were now lost, or perhaps destroyed on purpose, held much information. Two things were certain. Barth had no idea who or what had wounded Balerion. It was after that day that Balerion had grown sluggish and weak. And two, he felt such sorrow, pity, and pain in his heart for dear Aerea. He had truly wondered what would cause such a sweet child to be given such a horrible death.

Aerea had been infected with something; something Barth could not understand. She was feverish and hot as a volcano, and these things were growing inside of her. She begged for death and mercy. And when Barth had lowered her into a cold bath, the worms had emerged, twisted and screaming, unable to bear the cold. Barth only hoped that after Aerea's passing, she found peace and mercy in the afterlife.

Regardless, no one dared to mess with House Targaryen. The conqueror and his sister-wives had three dragons; three was all it took to subdue the majority of Westeros. Only Dorne had prevailed, but not without their own losses.

Still, these dragons were not all quite as large or mighty. Some were small, some were deformed and twisted. Perhaps being chained in the Dragonpit and forced to live in confined spaces would do that to any creature. Dragons needed food and the open air to grow and be powerful. Only Vhagrar, the last of the dragons from the conquest had survived, however, she was sluggish and growing quite old as Balerion, who passed after 200 years. In the end, time does everything in.

House Targaryen had produced many great monsters as well as many heroes. None were loved and hated as equally as the Rogue Prince, Daemon. Daemon was a man of focus, of sheer will, and vision. He was a man who danced to the beat of his own tune and did not care what anyone thought of him. Daemon was a man who mocked and hated his wife and preferred the company of whores. Some were even reported to hear him say the men of the Vale fuck their sheep, as the sheep are prettier.

Despite this, Daemon loved and respected his family deeply. He believed that they could do anything they wanted as they were the Blood of the Dragon, and a dragon is no slave or sheep. Though Daemon loved his elder brother, Viserys, he wishes he was a more decisive man. Viserys was a good man, but a good man does not make for a good king. In Daemon's eyes, a king needed to be more decisive and firm in his actions, rather than try to please all.

Nine years had passed into Viserys' reign and all was well. There was one wrinkle. Viserys was yet to have a son. Only a male could inherit the Iron Throne; there were no exceptions. This was felt true when Princess Rhaenys was passed over for Viserys, who was younger than her. There were some things that were inevitable.

Viserys' life would change soon enough. It would be filled with happiness and yet, equal bitterness all the same. Would Viserys' dreams come to pass? Would he have the heir he always wished for? Would he dream something successful as the Dreamer once did?

Or, just like all men and women, was House Targaryen truly bound by the games of fate and destiny? While some things may yet stay the same, there is always bound to be change in one's life. Only for Viserys, he had no idea what the storm would bring into his reign.

All he could do was hope for the best, and prepare for the worst. In the end, that is what all men and women must do when they are faced with uncertainty and difficult decisions. One cannot plan for and prepare for everything.

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At last, Rhaenyra and Allicent had arrived where the Queen was sitting; an ornate room as she watched her reflection in the mirror with a maester and her handmaidens watching over her. There was a faraway look in the Queen's eyes as her hand was on her stomach, and when her daughter and friend walked in, she was happy to see them.

"Rhaenyra, my darling, come over here and let me look at you." Rhaenyra walked over to her mother and allowed her to embrace her as she made a face.

"My dear… you smell like dragon."

Rhaenyra laughed as Allicent dipped her head acknowledging the Queen.

"Your Grace."

"Good morrow to you as well as Allicent."

Rhaenyra sat opposite her mother and was lost in her thoughts as she observed her. Her mother was pregnant… again. She was only in the very beginning of her pregnancy, but Rhaenyra was afraid for her mother.

She had so many stillbirths. She was beginning to resent what her father was doing to her mother. It made her resent this life of being a lady, of being a broodmare. She longed for more, so much more. She wished to fly above the clouds with Allicent, to be a knight and ride into battle and glory. She never gave up on this, but she wondered if this dream of hers would ever become a reality.

Aemma had noticed her child grown solemn in this moment and knew what she was thinking about. She needed to reassure her that things would be fine.

"It's fine, Rhaenyra…"

"It's not fine, mother. You are the one who has to deal with this, not father. If this is the life I am meant to have… then I want no part of it."

Aemma sighed as she spoke to her daughter… not unkindly, but firm.

"I wish that could be true for you, my child. I truly wish that it could be different. Yet, it is inevitable that one day you will end up in a bed like this as I have countless times. This painful discomfort… is how we serve the realm, and how we find a piece of joy."

Aemma noticed that Allicent had closed her eyes and acknowledged the Queen's words. Women of the realm eventually had to face this duty of birthing sons for their beloved husbands.

Rhaenyra, however, was adamant. "I would rather be a knight and ride into battle and glory."

Aemma eyes looked downward, as she too wished for the same for her child. In the end, the inevitable would always make its mark.

"We will speak about this later. Now, go take a bath. You smell of dragon."

The two of them shared a smile as Aemma was left to her thoughts. She hoped this child would be the last. She hoped this would be the son she could give Viserys. It had pained her that she was unable to give her husband a male heir. She had suffered so much loss in her life; she could never forget their faces. She hoped this time, things would work out.

Alas, only time would decide a person's fate.

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King Viserys stood in the throne room, looking at the Throne, wondering how such a chair could bring so much pain and suffering, but also hardship and difficulty. Viserys stood with the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard near him, while two were posted at the door and the rest were situated around the area.

His dreams were plaguing him now. Day and night, there was not a moment's rest. He wondered if Daenys and Aegon grew tired of such dreams. He stared at the throne and wondered how sucha thing could bring him so much discomfort for him, and yet, people would die to sit on the Iron Throne if they could.

Viserys decided to to speak to the Lord Commander himself. Ser Ryam Redwyne was the greatest knight of his era; a man of honor and chivalry. Though he was not of any use as Hand of the King, his exploits as a Knight were known to almost everyone. It would not hurt Viserys to speak to him.

"Ryam, what do you think of this throne?"

Ryam stared at the throne and sighed as he dipped his chin and spoke to his king. "Your grace, to sit the Iron Throne means to sacrifice and give up everything. There is not a king who sat the Iron Throne, could say that his life was easy and ruling came easy. Your grandfather and the Conqueror knew this all to well. You are not going to get it right all the time, all you can do is hope for the best, and prepare for the worst."

Viserys gave Ryam a grim smile. "You speak truth, Lord Commander. Yet, I wonder who is worthy after me to sit the throne. My ambition for a male heir… and then there is my brother… I fear for the future of my House… and what is to happen…"

Before Ryam could inquire further, King's Landing began to shake, as Viserys was on his knees. The Kingsguard descended upon his location, and unsheathed their blades as a terrifying scream and surges of power felt throughout the land. And as the quake ended and the screams stopped, something had landed painfully at his feet through the roof.

It was a body; a blonde-haired, blue eyed boy. The boy was wounded and unconscious, and Viserys could see the blood on his body. It looked as if the body had come from a war, a brutal war… or a bloody battle.

It had dawned on Viserys that this was the body he saw in his dreams. And he sprung into action.

"Lord Commander, take the boy to the Grand Maester. The rest of you with me."

And as Viserys was leaving the throne room, internally, he was full of dread. His dream was coming true. Whether this was a cause of celebration or dread, only time would tell.

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Chapter End

Well everyone, this is the first chapter. I hope you all like it.

Once again, much credit to Kuronodono 12 for being the originator of this idea and for Adventreader221's contributions here. They deserve lots of credit.

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