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Author's Note: Hello everyone, here we are with the third chapter. Please read and review generously. I hope you all enjoy it. I thank everyone who has reviewed. It helps. This chapter is about Rhaenys Targaryen, daughter of Rhaegar Targaryen and Elia Martell. We will see how her life has gone, and in the net chapter or so, we are going to see a strong battle between Rhaenys and Lyarra.

Yes, Rhaenys is initially an enemy, but eventually she will be an ally and Lyarra's sister. We are going to explore why she is so mad and upset. She has lost her home, her brother, and her mother because of her father. She has been used as a pawn, and she desires to go back home, but she wants to know Lyarra one day and is curious as to why Rhaegar gave up everything and ruined his name and house to ensure that she could be brought to the world. Things will be interesting here and Rhaenys is an accomplished fighter with a dragon of her own, named Meraxes. The fight with Lyarra will be something

Speaking of Lyarra, she will sit the Iron Throne in the end. She has a good story and ruling will be a form of atonement for what Rhaegar and Lyanna did and Lyarra will rule wisely, fairly, and with justice. Lyarra will be the ruler that Westeros has been needing for some time and her reign will one day be looked upon as great as Jaeherys I's reign was.

As for Dany, she is already a conqueror and a Queen. Essos bows to her and Braavos does as well. Her last conquest is Valyria. And one day, she will rule Valyria as its empress and be one of the heroes of the Long Night. She will come to Westeros as she is part of the prophecy as well as Rhaenys. Only the Three Heads of The Dragon can end the Long Night. The common link between the three of them will one day be Uzumaki Naruto.

Perhaps, Rhaenys will gain Dark Sister or an OC Valyrian Blade. And Daenerys will have one of her own.

Oh, and Faegon will make an appearance in this story. He is the First Big Bad to defeat, and he will be a formidable opponent. Without further ado, let us begin.

To AVL04: Thank you for your review, I appreciate it. I think Robert's Rebellion was a lie in a small way. Lyanna was not raped, I think. She ran away willingly, I think. Yes, the war started because of King Scab's bullshit actions. Please feel free to correct me if I am wrong as I stilll need to brush up on the lore. I am still lacking there.

Chapter Two- A debt must be paid

She had been watching them, watching them for some time. Everytime she saw them, she was filled with anger. She used the shadows and range and distance to avoid being detected. Her anger was not directed at the man solely, rather, it was more meant for the woman next beside him. She wondered how that woman could sleep at night knowing what her birth had led to. It did not feel right that this woman had it all; a man who thought the world of her, a dragon, and a mighty weapon. She clenched her hands hard as she could feel her blood flow. She truly hated this sight.

She hated how that other woman laughed, and how she lived her life so carefree with a man by her side. She had no right to laugh like that. She had no right to be happy, not when it came at the expense of others. That woman's very existence was the reason that many people had lost their lives and their loved ones were now dealing with the repercussions of Robert's Rebellion. That woman's very existence ripped apart and destroyed her family and left her displaced and at the mercy of pathetic men. And yes, that woman's existence was proof that her father never loved her mother, and that the love her mother held for her father had all been in vain. In the end, Rhaegar Targaryen was just as mad as her grandfather.

Rhaenys Targaryen was seething as she looked upon Lyarra Snow. Rhaenys had no idea how she survived King's Landing and how she escaped the place. Her baby brother Aegon had been killed, dashed against the wall by the Abomination that Rides, Gregor Clegane, the biggest butchering bastard in all of the Seven Kingdoms. And to add insult to injury, he had raped her mother covered in her brother's flesh and then murdered her by splitting her in half with his Greatsword.

She was paralyzed when she witnessed all of this. All she could do in that moment was watch, unable to do a thing. She sobbed for her brother and her mother. Her mother and brother were unrecognizable and she thought she would be next. At least she could be with them in the afterlife.

Death did not come for her that day. Instead, she had blacked out. And instead of seeing her mother and brother again, she woke up in an expansive manse. Somehow, she was saved by agents working for the bald, perfumed man known as Varys, and his friend the Cheesemonger, Illyrio Mopatis.

After that day, she was left with dealing with the aftermath of her trauma. She could not sleep well and she would be plagued by nightmares of her family dying and being reduced to nothingness, and of Gregor Clegane, and the emotional wounds he had inflicted upon her.

Originally, Varys and Illyrio spoke to her kindly and warmly. They called her Princess and fed her and clothed her in the finest silks. They had treated her kindly for quite a while; and when she was having nightmares, Varys would come and hug her. She could see pain and sorrow in his eyes and conflict in them, as well as his steel.

However, she wanted to go home. She was tired of not getting any answers for her questions. She heard them talk about that they had great plans for her, and that she was meant for something special. She had no idea what their plans were for her, and she did not care for them. She wanted to go back home, to Uncle Oberyn and Doran, and to Dorne, and live there in peace. Instead it was Varys and Illyrio who wanted her as back up for something, something she had no idea about. However, she swore she saw conflict and doubt, and even sorrow in Varys' eyes when it came to her and their plans.

Rhaenys was done playing games. And their store of goodwill had run thin. Since she would no longer dance to their whims or entertain and listen to them, they decided to abandon her to life's harsh realities, while secretly keeping an eye on her.

She was cast out of that expansive manse and forced to beg on the streets, to live among the poor and the helpless, and for the first time, she realized what they had to go through on a daily basis; she realized through their struggles that the common man and woman seeks food, smiles, and the comforts of home and family, not the games the nobility plays with the lives of the innocent.

She did not want to remain under Varys and Illyrio's thumb. Illyrio has grown tired of her games and decided on a nastier approach. She was beaten and starved for her disobedience and for trying to run away. However, the rage and pain she felt eliminated her tears and physical pain. No matter how much she was beaten, no matter how much she was starved, she never lost her fire. She remembered the cruelties inflicted on her and vowed to never forget or give in. She would return these lessons in kind one day.

She endured the beatings, the hunger, and the taunts about her loneliness. She endured the jabs at how her father had thrown it all away for a Northern whore and how he got her mother and brother killed. She grit her teeth in anger and swallowed her bloody tears. She swallowed the anger she felt about her father and how he ruined their lives. And worst of all, she swallowed her bloody tears at seeing her mother's last belongings sold away in front of her. In place of tears and sadness, Rhaenys felt… rage.

She was a Martell and her House's motto was Unbent, Unbowed, Unbroken. And she was half-Targaryen and she would bring Fire and Blood upon her enemies. The blood of the dragon coursed through her veins. They had made a mistake in fucking with her, and she would repay them in kind.

She decided now to play a new game of her own. She would use them and then destroy them when the time came. She pretended to be cowed and feel weak and subservient. And once her benefactor felt she was ready to listen and learn and understand, she was fed and clothed properly once again. She was taught to wield a blade and spear as fine as any warrior. She was educated well and learned to speak other languages to give her an edge. And as time passed, she had grown into quite the deadly and exotic beauty. Her black hair, her tanned skin, and her dark violet eyes made many a man do a second take.

Rhaenys had learned that The Golden Company had been pledged to her. Somehow, Illyrio Mopatis had convinced its leader that Rhaenys Targaryen was their best chance of going home, and that she could make that happen. Rhaenys did not care for the Iron Throne. As far as she was concerned, it was a useless poison that corrupted the majority that sat on it. In her mind, people wasted their lives fighting for an ugly chair. No, she had greater matters to contend with. She would entertain Illyrio, but she had no intention of sitting on that ugly chair, and she had no interest in Blackfyre supporters. They hid their intentions well, but she knew what they were in the end.

Apart from the ruination of her family and the trauma and trials she had endured, there was one more thing that she would never forgive Varys and Illyrio Mopatis for, and that was the matter of her aunt Daenerys.

That poor girl was under her nose the whole time and Rhaenys could do nothing but pretend that she did know her. While she sympathized with Viserys, she hated him for his cruelty to his sister. She hated the perfumed, bald fuck and his fat accomplice for arranging marriage to Khal Drogo. She heard that she was raped and lost her child because of a witch. She hated how her aunt was used and abused by others.

Most of all, she cursed her powerlessness. If only… if only she could reach out to her, let her know that was not without family in this harsh world. Perhaps… it was not wise to speak of paths not taken. This was another thing that she would never forgive that duo for; one they day would pay. If she could meet her aunt again, she would ask for her forgiveness and she hoped she would get it.

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She was shaken out of her musings as she could hear Lyarra's laugher. Rhaenys cursed her thoughts as she could no longer see them. Oh, she would deal with that bastard child soon enough. She had a debt to pay, and Rhaenys would see it though. Oh, she did not want Lyarra's life as she was no kinslayer. Despite everything, Lyarra was still her sister. Unfortunately, they could have no bond in this world. There was too much pain, grief, and bitterness in her heart for something like that to ever happen.

Rhaenys had left her vantage point and began walking a good distance until she found a particular cave. She had whistled slowly and she could hear rumbling from the cave. And a smile had graced her lips as a blue dragon, ferocious, wild, proud, and mighty had emerged.

Rhaenys gently embraced it as the dragon trilled for a moment. Whether it was to curry favor, or to manipulate her, Illyrio had given Rhaenys a dragon egg and she managed through some arcane text. Nevertheless, she named it Meraxes, after the fierce mount of Queen Rhaenys the First. She only hoped her dragon would have a better fate.

Her dragon was pitch black, with the odd orange and green scales adoring parts of her body. They were kindred spirits as Meraxes hung on the every word of her rider. Rhaenys never tried to control her, and Meraxes was loyal to her master. She felt her sorrow, her grief, her pain, and her desire for blood. She would follow her master to the ends of the Earth. One thing was true about a dragon; when you earned its loyalty, it would make the greatest friend and greatest weapon.

Rhaenys marveled at the size and might of her mount. And as she whispered to her in Valyrian, Meraxes' eyes lit up as she roared to the heavens and unleashed a stream of white hot flames. It was as if Meraxes was staring into her rider's soul and understood the task at hand.

"Come, my darling. We need to go and meet… family. And yes… if she steps out of line… we will deal with her accordingly. Now, let's go hunt a wolf."

Meraxes roared as Rhaenys gently sat on her saddle and they flew off into the sky. Rhaenys went to confront destiny and to gain answers to the questions she sought. Today, she would decide the fate of Lyarra Snow.

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The sun was shining and the birds were chirping as Lyarra sat outside her manse, basking in the shade of a tree as she was enjoying the weather. She held Blackfyre in her hands and she was polishing it and maintaining its upkeep with a cloth and a touch of oil.

She marveled at the famous Longsword that once belonged to Aegon the Conqueror and graced the hands of many Targaryen Kings, unworthy and worthy. The sword looked far different than when it was lost. It was now decorated with strange markings and text. Not to mention the colors; the sword was blood red tinged with black and silver. The sword screamed and represented power, nobility, and strength.

Lyarra still could not understand how Naruto found the blade. The blade was lost to the world, and Naruto found it out of nowhere, using his strange abilities. Not to mention the fact these markings, text, and runes signified that Naruto had done something to the blade itself. Naruto talked about how the sword had a Worthiness Enchantment, something she had never heard off, nor understood.

Naruto told her that Blackfyre could only be wielded by one it considered worthy of its might. Naruto told her that magic was in the air, and that her blood called to Blackfyre. She really had no idea what that meant. However, his other words gave her pause.

Naruto told her that Blackfyre was capable of immense destruction and it could intimidate and put fear into the hearts of many. The sword was not meant to merely convey worthiness and nobility, it was meant to convey sheer might, might that Lyarra was yet to master.

Lyarra hoped to prove herself worthy of Naruto's belief in her. She had no idea why he chose to put this much belief in her when he could rule Westeros better than she ever could. She wondered why he chose to be a mentor rather than a conqueror. One thing was for certain, she hoped to live up to his belief in her. She hoped she would be a great Queen for the people. And she hoped one day he would be her mate.

The damage her mother and father unleashed upon Westeros was still being felt to this day. She knew her father had his own supporters, but she had no idea how the North or her cousins would react to her parentage, not to mention the South and Daenerys Targaryen. She knew when the truth of her existence came out, there would be hell to pay. And she had no idea whether the people would accept her. She had many decisions to make and they would not be solved overnight.

She got up slowly and sheathed her sword as she meant to walk inside. And then, as if a sixth sense went off, she heard the roar of a dragon. It was not her dragon, she could recognize its roar. She looked to the sky and saw a dragon hovering high in the sky, and saw a woman clothed in black and red jump down from the dragon and land on her feet. Ghost was at her side in a mere moment as he snarled at this unwelcome guest.

Lyarra narrowed her eyes at this intruder. She was wearing clothing similar to the Targaryens of old, carrying a spear of unknown origin. Something in Lyarra's mind was telling her that the spear was no ordinary weapon. The woman removed her hood, and Lyarra saw one of the most prettiest women she had ever seen in her life; raven colored hair, light-brown skin, and striking purple eyes. The woman had a small smile on her face. Everything about that smile screamed danger, as well as that weapon. It looked ornate and special. Was this woman a Valyrian, or some long lost Targaryen?

The woman then spoke, and Lyarra felt Goosebumps over her skin.

"May I come in to your lovely home, I want to talk."

"You would not find me good company!"

"Oh, that's not true. I brought wine, a lovely Dornish Red. Come, you should enjoy the wine and we should talk."

Lyarra reluctantly opened the front door as the woman nodded to her dragon and sauntered in. The dragon landed on the ground, watching Lyarra and the wolf beside her. Lyarra took a deep breath and wondered what new drama had come into her life.

If there was a fight to be had, this Mysterious Stranger would lose this dance.

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Unknown Location

A man bowed to his leader, scared and afraid as to whether or not he would be allowed to keep his life. His leader looked to the sky with a calm expression on his face. And when he spoke, he did everything he could to not sweat.

"Does she suspect anything?"

"No, your grace. She does not know anything and she knows nothing about you.

"Good. When she returns, we will enact the plan. I want no mistakes. Is there any doubt to your loyalties?"

"No… no, your grace. We, the Golden Company have only vowed to serve you, our master, Aegon Targaryen. That girl means nothing."

"Good, that is good to hear. I hope you keep that sentiment close to your heart. Now, go."

The man scurried away as his leader looked to the sky. He looked at the clouds and smiled.

"It seems the pieces are in play. Soon, very soon, I will make my move. Heheehe… this world is mine. Hehehehhehhehe…HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!"

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The Journals of Lyarra Snow

Subject: Blackfyre

Titles: The Sword that Forged the Dynasty, The Sword of Kings, The Sword of The Conqueror

Description:

Blackfyre is the Sword of Kings, the personal weapon of Aegon the First, and the weapon that forged his dynasty. Blackfyre was once lost to the world, but then found by Uzumaki Naruto. Somehow, someway, Uzumaki Naruto has enhanced the blade and made it mightier.

Apart from a Worthiness Enchantment, Uzumaki Naruto has stated that Blackfyre has the power to destroy its enemies with extreme force. When this blade is held by its wielder, it gives off powerful warmth. It is capable of generating and unleashing heat in the form of white hot flames as well as black flames that can burn for seven days and seven nights.

It is truly a fearsome weapon. Yet, my mate's words at describing this sword intrigue me. Naruto describes the blade as a weapon of peace, yet one that can cause calamity. He has stated that this weapon can cause immense destruction and bloodshed, and only in the time of greatest need, will Blackfyre unleash its true might.

My mate also stated that Blackfyre was forged in the heart of the Fourteen Flames by arcane and powerful magic now lost to the world. Yet, he found a way to duplicate it and enhance the blade even further. I do wonder what these runes and this text decorating Blackfyre mean.

Time will tell if I am truly worthy of this weapon.

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Blackfyre Weapon Chant- "Now, let me tell you a story. When the Sword of Kings was found once more, the sky parted and the ground quaked as the legendary blade of kings awoke. The roar of the dragon and the wolf signifies the celebration of victory. Now, die and be silent. Obliterate, Blackfyre!"

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Rhaenys Targaryen's Spear- An Ornate and mighty weapon forged through chaotic and unknown magic taught to the Valyrian Weapon smiths from the Shadowlands. It is an unbreakable weapon, sharp and mighty. The spear contains immense magical power, and when this energy is concentrated, it can be fired to release an immense explosion.

Rhaenys Targaryen wields it as an expression of her will and steel. It represents the will of House Targaryen and House Martell, a weapon that cowers in front of no one, and demands respect for its might.

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Chapter End

Well everyone that is the chapter. Please read and review generously. I hope you all like it.

I have written some more information on Blackfyre and Rhaenys' weapon, as well as her mind and how she grew up under the thumb of another. Needless to say, the next chapter will be explosive as Rhaenys and Lyarra duke it out. It will be a great fight, and one I hope to do justice. Rhaenys will not be an enemy, but an ally later on. She wants to get out the pain in her heart, and it's going to be an emotional fight.

There will be more information about Meraxes in the next chapter, as well as other weapons such as Dark Sister. There may also be other OC Valyrian Steel weapons we see here. After the next chapter, we will switch to Daenerys Targaryen and what is happening in her corner of the world, maybe.

We got a tiny glimpse into Faegon. He will be one of the big enemies of season 7. There will be more written about him possibly in a few more chapters.

If you have any ideas and suggestions, please do share. The weapon chants still need to be refined. There is still lots of work to be done for this story, and the next chapters will be longer if need be.

Real life and family can sometimes be a serious pain. Still, I will do my best to write and stick to a normal schedule as best as I can no guarantees though. I need to find a second job and start dealing with doctor appointments; such fun times all around.

Stay safe and much well wishes to you all. I hope you all are doing well in your lives and I hope the rest of the year goes well. See you all in a new update.