Author's note: Yeah, I felt like writing some Game of Thrones, so here it is.

Lots of things happening in this chapter, primarily some changes to have a couple divergences from canon. At this point, this fic is going to be AU. Both with the changes I'm implementing along with Naruto changing things up.

There might be a couple of typos, but I just finished typing this out and wanted to post it so sorry in advance.

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High Valyrian: "Italics"

Bastard Valyrian: "Bold"

Dragon Communicating 'Example'

Westerosi: "Normal"

Dothraki: "Underlined"

Thoughts: 'Thoughts'


The rhythmic march of Unsullied echoed throughout the area as Daenerys rode atop her horse. The paved roads helped her entire Army march considerably faster than usual. It was a nice change of pace, given her previous circumstances.

Roars echoed from above Daenerys as she looked upward and found herself gazing upon five Dragons. A smile splayed across her features as she watched her children fly high above with their two new, larger companions. It was almost as if they were playing a game of tag as she watched them chase after one another.

It still amazed her at how fast the five Dragons were growing, especially Naruto's and Kushina's. Her three children had grown larger than horses at this point. Though the Uzumaki duo's Dragons had already outgrown her children.

Daenerys had no clue why Naruto and Kushina hadn't taken them into the skies quite yet. Fulgrym and Seafyre both were large enough to carry them. She could only summarize that they wanted them to grow older.

An older Dragon would be devastating to have. Its hardened scales would make it impervious to arrows and simple weaponry. There were a rare few things that could harm Dragons. Magic, ballista's and other Dragons were but a few things that could kill a Dragon.

Viseryes constantly spoke of how Dragons were unbeatable when they were children. His fantasies of bringing the Dragons back and retaking their family's lost throne on the back of Dragons echoed in her mind. Though now, he wasn't in that vision.

Instead, Daenerys found herself fantasizing retaking the Iron Throne with both Naruto and Kushina at her side. Atop massive Dragons, armies burned away, Castles melted, people cheered their names. They'd go on to establish Dynasties that would change the world for the better for good.

Daenerys tightened her grip on the reins of her horse as she felt a determined look come across her face. It may have been a dream for now, but it wouldn't be for long. Her fantasy would become a reality, no matter what.

Shaking her head, Daenerys attempted to calm her thoughts as she focused on riding her horse. It was better to be in the here and now instead of fantasizing. Her dream might... might become a reality should everything go right.

Though, if there was one thing she had learned during her short life. It was that life never went the way one thought it would. There were always twists and turns along with proverbial kinks in the road.

Daenerys took in another deep breath as she felt a wave of calm wash over her. Ever since Naruto had performed that ritual on her, she felt... different. It was almost like a weight had been lifted off of her shoulders, and she could finally take in a deep breath of air.

As much as she hated to admit it, Daenerys assumed that she must have inherited some of her family's rampant madness. A shudder crept up her spine as she imagined the things she may have done had it not been for Naruto. The atrocities she may have committed, the people she would've killed.

All because of something she couldn't have controlled.

That's why she'd forever be grateful to Naruto. He gave her the first good night of rest since she was a child. Not that it mattered because he was now the one giving her plenty of restless nights.

The vivid memories of Naruto and Kushina together echoed through her mind on many lonely nights. She'd been tempted to go out and seek a potential partner to help with her... needs. Though, she doubted she'd find anyone with a similar... package like Naruto.

Naruto made her late husband seem so... small. She found it incredibly ironic, while a part of her may have cared for Drogo. She couldn't help comparing the two. One was a horse Lord, while the other was a Dragon Lord of old.

Daenerys couldn't help but feel that maybe she was stepping over some boundary by just thinking about Naruto in that light. Though, she quickly moved past that after rationalizing it. It wasn't like Naruto was the most morally right person under the Faith of the Seven.

'Dragon's don't bow to anyone,' Naruto's voice echoed in her mind.

While she found it somewhat... self-righteous that they as Valyrian's would refer to themselves as Dragons, she quickly remembered what he told her after that.

'To be a Dragon Lord, one must have the will, the drive, the confidence, and respect to command their Dragon. Never delude yourself into thinking you're one of them. That's only for fools,'

Daenerys couldn't help the smile that came onto her face as she recalled that minor lesson Naruto had taught her. The stark differences between Viserys's teachings of being a Dragon compared to Naruto's. Her brother had been so forceful and violent. Whereas Naruto was gentle and kind.

Slowly but surely, over the past few weeks, Daenerys found herself seeking more of Naruto's lessons or just watching him. Whether he actually taught or she just watched him work. Recently, she'd found herself wanting to spar with a sword.

That mere thought alone set something alight inside of her. A hunger to learn something new from someone she found herself infatuated with. No longer did she want to be a Princess. A mere woman who had to be protected by other people.

No, she wanted to be a Warrior Queen like Visenya Targaryen. Visenya had conquered Seven Kingdoms with the help of her two siblings and three Dragons. She had Naruto, Kushina, and five Dragons.

The possibilities were endless. They could usher a new age of peace and prosperity upon the world. They might even be able to work together and bring back a Unified Valyria.

"How're you feeling, Khaleesi?" Jora's coarse voice asked from beside Daenerys, seemingly snapping her out of her daydreaming and back to the present.

The older Knight couldn't help the grimace that came onto his face as he lowered his head at his Queen. He knew just how stressed she might have been given the dead children marking every mile to Meereen. Even after years of battle, dead children still weren't easy to look at. He doubted someone as green as her felt any better than he did.

"Other than... the obvious, I'm feeling fine. The 'Good' Masters will get what they deserve soon enough," Daenerys said with fire in her voice as she recalled the faces of each and every child they had passed thus far.

Their mere attempt at trying to ward her off by showing their brutality only fueled her loathing and drive to usher them to their graves. If they wanted to treat innocent children like this, she'd treat them the way they deserved to be treated, like animals. After all, only a beast could do such things.

Though, she hadn't seen war yet. She knew she was a naive child in that aspect. There were plenty of things she hadn't seen or experienced. Hence why she continued to seek advice from all the people she trusted.

And every single one of them told her to slaughter the so called Good Masters.

Kushina had been extremely vehement on that matter. Daenerys could never recall seeing the easy-going woman so... angry. And judging by the look on Naruto's face, it had been a very long time since he had too.

Daenerys had a suspicion as to why she had acted that way. She had easily noticed the slight swell her belly had taken. It was hard not to since she had quite a lithe stomach previously.

She had yet to congratulate the two and tell them how happy... and begrudgingly jealous she was. Though, she'd keep the last bit to herself. There was no point in ruining such a moment for the two of them over petty envy.

"Ser Jorah," Daenerys began as she turned to look at the grizzled man. "How much longer until we reach Meereen?" she asked as she stared at the graying Knight.

"Not much longer, Khaleesi. We'll be there soon enough to deliver your justice," Jorah answered with a serious look as he adjusted his grip on his reins.

Jorah couldn't help but be somewhat anxious at the idea of taking Meereen. The city itself was essentially a fortress. Being built on high cliffs and having massive walls surrounding it.

And while their army wasn't entirely made up of slave soldiers, the added defenses they had more than made up for the lack of quality. All they'd need was a decent company of archers to rain hell down on them while they sieged. A siege in itself would take months to even years.

Even with eight thousand Unsullied and roughly two thousand mercenaries they now had, it would take forever. And that was if everything went according to plan. Though, knowing Daenerys and her determination, Jorah was sure she had something planned.

"Khaleesi, must we take Meereen? The siege will be long, and we'd lose hundreds of men that could be put to better use elsewhere," Jorah said, expressing his doubts as he looked at the walls of Meereen.

"Ser, I said that I'd free every slave, and I meant it," Daenerys said, her face serious and her voice full of conviction.

"And you're not doing it alone either," A sudden voice all too familiar to Dany's ears said as he stepped beside Jorah. "Ser Jorah, myself, and the rest of our fine group is here to help you," Naruto added as he smiled at them.

"Might you have another trick up your sleeve, Naruto?" Jorah asked as he stared at the man beside him. Naruto had been nothing but good to everyone in the group, but a part of Jorah knew that he could be dangerous.

Naruto scratched his chin for a moment in thought as he stared at the city. The formidable walls would be a hindrance to them without any doubt. And there was the fact he hadn't quite wanted to take Fulgrym out into battle due to his age.

"I'd pacified cities like this ages ago, but that was on the back of a Dragon... the more diplomatic way if you could call it that. Was to have agents from the inside either convince them or lead a revolt of some sort," Naruto said after thinking for a moment.

Naruto turned to look at Daenerys and noticed the smile on her face as she looked on at the city. After taking it upon himself to inspect some of the goods, they were carrying. He'd noticed hundreds of slave collars and even more weapons.

'Incite a revolt, huh. So that's Daenerys' plan,' Naruto thought as a similar smile made its way onto his lips. She was proving to be quite the thinker. They wouldn't even suffer a casualty if everything Naruto thought she might do went correctly.


Naruto bit back a groan as he ignored the sun bearing down upon them. While the heat never bothered Valyrians like himself, it was annoying when one was clad in full armor. Stretching his legs, he did his best not to seem too bored.

The field they were on was vast. Whoever laid out the initial plans for Meereen knew what they were doing as not a sliver of cover was in sight around him. There was only the same shade of sand for all the eye could see until Naruto looked up at the wall.

It wasn't the most impressive structure in his life. Though given the fact that Old Valyria's construction methods were lost to all except him and his mother, Naruto assumed it was grand with modern standards. He could only guess how far behind the masses were compared to his old country.

Looking around, Naruto saw rows upon rows of Unsullied. All clad in identical black armor, armed with the same weapons. Had it not been for the varying heights, he would've thought them all the same people.

Naruto felt a grimace come across his face as he thought of the Unsullied. It was modeled after the armies from Old Ghiscar, and it definitely showed. He could vouch for some of the soldier's battle prowess. They were well trained.

Though Naruto wasn't upset at how well disciplined and trained the soldiers were, he was upset at whom they resembled. Why they resembled a nation which his forefathers had burnt to the ground infuriated him. Meanwhile, the remnants of his people were nothing but pleasure slaves.

"Don't frown too much, or you're going to ruin that handsome face of yours," Kushina purred beside Naruto, pulling him from his thoughts.

Naruto tore his eyes off of the Unsullied as he looked at the woman beside him. He drank in the sight of her wearing her Valyrian steel ringmail dress as he noticed the slight swell of her stomach. Just the sight of it brought a smile to his face and a heavyweight upon his shoulders.

It was likely one of the few things in Naruto's life, other than Kushina, that brought him nothing but unadulterated joy. On the same note, it carried on a sense of urgency as he felt like he needed to prepare. With the way things were now, he had a feeling like a target was on their back. The priestesses foreboding message from when they visited the temple echoed in his mind sometimes.

Naruto had the sudden urge and need to want to build a better, safer world for his child and wife. The mere thought of them living with a target on their back filled him with anxiety. That wasn't a life he wanted for them, and if he had to forge a new world to do so, he would.

Gods be damned.

"What's on your mind?" Kushina asked as she ignored the shouting from spectators on the wall, focusing solely on her life partner. A frown marred her face as she noticed he was still deep in thought.

Kushina brought her hand up against Naruto's face as he finally turned to look at her. The grimace he had on his face was gone, but her intuition as both Naruto's lover and mother told her he was still thinking about something. Hell, she could see it in those violet eyes of his.

Whatever he was thinking about, it was something that bothered him. And Kushina had no intention of letting it eat away at him alone. She'd find out what it was as soon as she could.

Before Kushina could ask another question, she recognized that Daenerys and her two knights were looking towards them. She realized that she had... more or less ignored what Daenerys' had asked them. Clearing her throat, she did her best to not look flustered as she elbowed Naruto, getting his attention.

"Hm... what?" Naruto said, confused at why everyone was looking at him. His mind had been... elsewhere, and he really had no clue as to why everyone was staring at him. "What did I miss?" he asked as everyone sighed.

"Naruto..." Daenerys began as she seemed to think of how to word her sentence before she sighed and continued. "Would you be my champion?" she bluntly asked.

"Sure, who am I fighting?" Naruto answered, not really in the greatest state of mind as he stepped forward. Only to feel a hand wrap around his gauntleted arm as he turned around to look at his mother.

Naruto raised an eyebrow as he noticed the look of hardly restrained anger on her face. He only sighed in response as he stared at her for a moment. She had been clingy as of late, more so than usual, likely due to her pregnancy.

And he knew she wasn't too enthused on the idea of him fighting when he didn't need to.

"I'll be fine. We both know that," Naruto said in a reassuring voice as he tried to comfort Kushina. Years of training and fighting had given him the confidence he needed to fight against whomever, whenever.

"Still, you know how I feel right now," Kushina whispered back at him, anger, not necessarily direct at him lacing her tone. Those violet eyes of hers darted from him to Daenerys as she bit back a sneer.

"I know, and that's why I'll be back as soon as I can," Naruto whispered back with a smile as Kushina narrowed her eyes at him. He could see the conflict raging inside of her violet eyes before a pout came onto her face as she huffed.

"Fine, but hurry," Kushina said as she begrudgingly let go of Naruto.

Naruto smiled back at his mother before turning his focus forward. Resting his hand on the hilts of his two Valyrian steel swords, he stepped past Daenerys and her Knights. He stretched parts of his body as he soon found himself standing only a couple hundred feet from where he once was.

He focused vision solely on the man on horseback just across from him. Naruto found the gaps in parts of the 'Champion's' armor. Not that it mattered. Valyrian steel would cut through it like butter.

Though, as he focused more and more on the man, Naruto slowly felt his hearing fade away. And soon, he could hear nothing but his own heartbeat. Not long after that, he felt an agonizing headache suddenly hit him as he shut his eyes in pain.

When he finally managed to open his eyes again, Naruto found himself somewhere else, and it was most definitely not Meereen.

Naruto felt his heart begin hammering in his chest as he looked around for any sign of Kushina. Though, all he could see was a dense set of trees as he ran forward. Somehow, he could feel where she was, and there was an undying sense of urgency. It was so bad that the hairs on his neck were standing on edge, and he could hear his breathing.

Every breath came out in a rasp as he breathed in the cold air. Snow layered the ground and trees. His arms felt like jelly, and his legs ached with every step, but he pushed forward.

The familiar roar of Dragons in the sky, high above him, caught his attention as Naruto could see their massive shadows thanks to... fire burning something in the distance. He could hear the sounds of a battle taking place as screams of terror filled the air before they were suddenly silenced. It was nerve-racking to Naruto, but he pushed forward, his sole goal on protecting Kushina.

Naruto soon found himself trampling onto a paved pathway, and he decided to follow it. The stone path led him to a frozen pond as he felt himself come to a stop. His violet eyes narrowed as he saw what he assumed to be a Weirwood tree. As he stepped closer, the face with the bleeding eyes only confirmed his suspicions.

The wind suddenly picked up as it howled in Naruto's ears. He could feel the bitter cold bite at his body as he steadied himself to not get blown back. He had to take a knee and plant his sword into the ground as the blizzard picked up strength.

And just as suddenly, Naruto felt everything around him disapparate. The chilly wind was gone, leaving only the bitter cold as he managed to open his eyes once more. It felt uneasily calm as he stood up once more. He could feel the chill of winter in his bones as he looked around.

Hearing something akin to ice cracking, Naruto spun around as he abruptly felt on edge. Adrenaline surged through his veins for what felt like the hundredth time as the noise erupted all around him. It echoed all within the forest as he slowly recognized human figures... amongst other things surrounding him.

He tightened the grips on the swords in each of his hands as he held them out and slowly spun around, keeping each of them in his vision. Naruto saw the shapes of weapons in the humanoid's hands, and the... creatures were all much bigger than him and carnivorous judging by the sounds they made. He felt his face morph into one of utter coldness, matching the temperature around him as his heart raced.

Despite the cool look he had, Naruto could feel the despair and anguish wrenching at his heart. He could feel all of his muscles tensing, already prepared for a fight. Longing for the warmth of fire and Kushina suddenly hit him as the mysterious figures slowly inched toward him.

A bitter sigh left Naruto as he felt fire rush through his body. Instead of quivering in fear or despair because of his situation, he embraced it. He knew it was the point of no return. And for some reason, he felt ready to sacrifice it all.

If this was the end, he'd face it with a smile.

The ice chattering picked up as Naruto suddenly heard his name echo loudly over all of it. Turning at the sound of someone calling him, he narrowed his eyes as he slowly made his way towards it. Though, he soon stopped dead in his tracks as he could finally make out a small detail from the figures around him.

A pair of bright, icy blue eyes peered towards him as Naruto felt a shiver creep down his spine. The image of them seared its way into his very soul. It felt like whatever it was looking at him was... inhuman, and he could feel the malice radiating from it.

The sound of someone, his mother, his mind slowly recognized calling his name had him collapse to the ground.

Naruto took in a deep, shuddery breath as the world around him changed. He could vaguely make it out the sand of Meereen beneath him as he felt a pair of hands wrap around his chest. The sounds of someone shouting sounded so far away as he shut his eyes.

All that was on his mind were those icy blue eyes staring into his soul before his consciousness faded.


Daenerys found herself frozen in place as she stared at the smoky black armor-clad man that was Naruto. The dark armor that appeared to soak up the light was drenched in blood, providing many with a spectacle of the myriad that was Valyrian steel armor shining in the blood of its enemies. She was in awe but full of fear nonetheless.

Her mind slowly replayed what had just happened in mere seconds.

When Naruto had stepped out onto that field, she felt the air shift around him. He had frozen in place as Meereen's champion charged towards him. Though, right after she blinked, the screech of metal twisting and morphing filled the air.

She had barely caught a glimpse of his helmet, which to many had twisted into an unknown creature. Though, she recognized it with ease as it was something her mind only rationalized as a small Dragon's skull. The very next moment, her eyes could barely keep up with what had happened.

In a burst of speed that no normal man should or could possess, Naruto had blitzed forward. Sand and what little soil was in the ground had been kicked up as he was upon Meereen's champion in seconds. To call it a fight would be vastly incorrect.

Daenerys could only describe it as a massacre.

Those two Valyrian steel swords Naruto wielded tore through the man's armor in seconds, not even giving him a moment to scream. She had thought Naruto would stop there, but she was wrong. Viciously, he continued his onslaught on even the horse.

Blood and guts decorated the air as everything had gone silent. No cheers could be heard from Meereen any longer as silence permeated the air. Everyone, including Daenerys herself, found their eyes glued onto the Valyrian man as the sand greedily drank up what it could.

Daenerys felt her heartbeat quicken as Naruto turned to face them. She'd never seen the gentle, calm Naruto so... savage. Though what she saw next terrified her.

Those violet eyes of his, which she had found comforting, were filled with nothing but a cold fire.

Then he took his first step towards her. Daenerys had watched in no mixture of fear and awe as both Jorah and Barristan jumped in front of her, swords drawn and ready. The sounds of Unsullied soldiers rushing towards her filled her ears.

"Stop," A single word, uttered by no one else than Kushina, all but deafened Daenerys as Naruto halted in place.

Turning her head, Daenerys watched with wide eyes as Kushina walked towards her son, her right hand held out towards him as her left faced her. Hearing the sounds of someone straining in front of her, she turned her focus to Jorah and Barristan. Both Knights appeared to be frozen in place, as the sounds of them attempting to move continued to grow louder.

"Kushina, what's happening?" Daenerys asked, reverting to her mother tongue due to the fear and anxiety filling her. When she had asked Naruto to be her champion, she had expected him to win with ease and return to them with a smile.

Not this.

Daenerys felt another hint of fear trickle down her spine as Kushina focused on her. Those violet eyes were narrowed into a fierce glare as they pulsed with power. Never before had she felt so small under someone's stern look as she did now.

"Be quiet," Kushina all but hissed, shocking Daenerys and... wounding her pride. It had been months since anyone had talked to her that way, much less Kushina, who was easy-going.

Daenerys could only assume it was because of how dire the situation was. Nevertheless, she found herself shutting her mouth as the crimson-haired woman etched ever closer to her son. The sounds of the Unsullied marching towards her filled her ears as they formed a protective barrier around her soon.

Soon, all Daenerys could see were glimpses of Kushina as the woman glared at the Unsullied in front of her. Her eyes pulsed with power once more, and Daenerys was sure she could feel the magic in the air. And she didn't take that as a good sign.

While she knew some of the capabilities of Kushina, Daenerys was positive she was holding back so much knowledge and power. She certainly didn't want to be on the receding end of that destructive power all because of a misunderstanding. She didn't want to harm Naruto or Kushina, but her men saw the two Uzumaki as threats.

"Don't harm them!" Daenerys ordered, albeit shakily, and Dany felt Kushina's eyes land on her. The glare had lessened to a degree into a look of what she assumed was gratitude.

Another pulse of power surged forth, this time from Naruto as Kushina whispered to him. Fiddling with her dress, Daenerys helplessly watched on as Kushina continued calling his name, and soon he collapsed into his mother's arms. His helmet had morphed back as his eyes returned to normal.

Daenerys only hoped everything was alright. Judging from how he was standing, Naruto was exhausted. And she doubted Kushina could hold up a man of his stature.

With the wave of her hand, two Unsullied moved out to help Kushina carry Naruto as he soon collapsed. Daenerys sighed as she watched Kushina and the two soldiers urge Naruto off the field. She doubted she had made the best impression on the people of Meereen, but she would carry out her plans of taking the city.

All she could hope for was that everything would proceed smoothly, and Kushina would find out just what happened to Naruto.

She made a mental note to check up on the two Uzumaki's later as she steeled herself for the plan she had prepared.


A man with short, graying hair and an unkempt beard stood on the deck of a ship as it sailed over a vast ocean. All his brown eyes could see was water, and he could taste the salt in the air. Davos sighed as he spun on the heel of his foot and nimbly made his way across the deck, avoiding any of the crewmen as they attended to their duties.

Their ship, the Fury, was the flagship of the fleet of ships Stannis commanded, which a majority of now sat at the bottom of Blackwater Bay. It was rather pleasant given the circumstances, though they had a skeleton crew due to the... shortages of able bodies. Though, that was something they sought to remedy with this journey.

Nimbly making his way to the Captain's quarters, Ser Davos sighed as he nodded at the two guards stationed outside the doorway. One of them peeked their head open and informed Stannis, who was residing in the quarters whom it was.

Soon the guard held open the door, and he made his way inside. The room, much like the rest of the ship, was very bare. Only the essential furniture for living and planning battles could be found as Davos stood a couple feet away from a man sitting in a chair.

Stannis Baratheon, the true heir to the Iron Throne, sat in the chair as he turned to look at him. Despite being the younger brother to the late Robert Baratheon. Most would assume he was older, likely due to the receding hairline and short greying hairs upon his head.

Davos knew it was the stress that Stannis was currently under. He had the entirety of his family's lineage riding on him, and he could not fail. Nor would he if he had anything to do about it.

"Your Grace," Davos announced himself as he bowed his head toward the one true King.

"Ser Davos," Stannis acknowledged the man with a nod of his head. His hand was curled into a fist that he rested his chin on as he continued thinking.

Davos continued to stand at attention as he flexed his hand. Stannis had always been a quiet, stern man, but now it was even more than that. After all the losses they had suffered, he had veered away from listening to his advice, not that he could blame him.

"How much longer until we reach Braavos," Stannis asked, finally turning his head to look at Davos.

Despite how calm and collected Stannis sounded. Davos knew he was under immense pressure. Even from six feet away, he could see the wrinkles and creases upon his face.

"If the sea and winds are in our favor, about a week, Your Grace," Davos answered as Stannis quietly hummed in acknowledgment.

Stannis turned his focus away from Davos as he stood up from his seat. He focused on a large table just a couple feet away from him as he walked toward it. It was a map of all of Westeros and Essos, having points of interest where they last heard certain armies or groups of mercenaries were.

A renowned mercenary group caught his attention as Stannis laid his finger on the point of interest.

"Any new news of the Golden Company?" Stannis asked as Ser Davos stepped just adjacent to the table, his hands crossed behind his back. Being on a ship in the middle of a sea had cut them from receiving any ravens holding said information.

All they had was the simple knowledge of what other Captains on passing ships said to them.

"None, Your Grace. All we've heard are rumors of them headed to Meereen," Davos answered as he thought of the mercenary company. Roughly twenty thousand men, all skilled at fighting, cavalry, and war elephants, were employed by them. More than enough men to turn the tide of war.

Stannis silently looked at where the Golden Company had been or were currently stationed. They were supposedly in the vicinity of Volantis. Likely defending the city from the Dothraki.

Stannis narrowed his dark blue eyes as he continued staring at the map. If they were supposedly heading to Meereen, that meant two things. Either someone had hired them to possibly attack the Targaryen girl and her Dragons along with her followers.

Or, something else happened. While Stannis doubted Daenerys Targaryen had the money to hire the Golden Company, he wasn't entirely sure. The Golden Company could be seeking out what he had promised them, a return home.

And with three Dragons of her own and two Dragons from... Valyrian allies. Given a couple of years, Daenerys could very well keep up with the potential promise. Stannis couldn't help the minute feeling of dread creeping up on him.

The two mysterious Valyrian allies Daenerys had come across didn't help with that feeling either. It wasn't every day that two people from what was widely considered a dead race came back to the world of the living. Especially with the knowledge and powers they supposedly possessed.

"We can assume that the Dragon Queen has taken Meereen by now," Stannis muttered as he adjusted the map with the help of a quill.

"Likely because of her allies," Davos added as he shifted around on his feet.

Turning his focus on the man, Stannis eyed the Knight, who looked uncomfortable about the talk of Daenerys.

"You've never been one to hold your tongue before, Davos. Speak," Stannis ordered as he straightened his back and awaited his response. Davos, unlike many others, didn't wither underneath his stare as the man quickly righted himself.

"Your Grace, might her two allies be the ones from all those years ago?" Davos asked as he recalled vivid memories of a terrible storm and tired mother.

The storm had raged all night long, the sea's massive swells, and the cracking of thunder. The sky had been hard to see that night, yet they sieged the island. Cleansing whatever little resistance was there only to find someone they hadn't expected.

"Ser Davos, we vowed never to speak of this again," Stannis voiced, his eyes narrowed as his second-hand man shut his mouth.

"That we did, Your Grace," Davos quickly replied as he was pulled from his memories by Stannis' authoritative voice.

"And, it's not like it could be them," Stannis added as he put his hands on the table. Davos had confusion splayed across his face as Stannis sighed. "The Valyrians with Daenerys allegedly have red hair," he continued.

Stannis turned away from his... friend as he returned to his seat. It was rare that he thought of that day, let alone talk about it. For what happened was something that could've had both him and Davos hung for treason.

Stannis never regretted what he had done on that day. For he had saved the life of a woman who had faced nothing but torture and torment. The kind woman deserved nothing but happiness. And he'd grant that to her if possible.

For as dour as he could be, all he could hope for was the happiness of that woman and her daughters, even if they were enemies now.


Awakening with a sudden gasp, Naruto quickly leaned forward before clutching at his head as he shut his eyes. The light felt like it was blinding, and his body felt like it had been dipped in ice. He heard the audible snap of someone's fingers, and the light suddenly vanished as he managed to open his eyes a little.

The agonizing headache and chill remained, but at the very least, he could see now.

He found himself in a very unfamiliar room. Smooth, pale yellow tiles lined the floor and ceiling. The room was well furnished, with multiple cushioned chairs and tables all over the place. It was somewhere he would expect what was considered royalty to live in this day and age.

Propping himself up on the backboard of the bed, Naruto searched for water as he felt his chapped lips and dry throat announce themselves to him. Thankfully, someone had left a cup and jug of water on a nightstand. Quickly pouring himself a cup, he downed the refreshing liquid.

Pure and utter relief coursed through Naruto as he poured another cup and drank it as quickly as before. His chapped lips faded, but his dry throat remained. He was alive even if he was a bit cold.

Having his senses return to him, Naruto heard someone breathing beside him as he turned to the side and came face to face with Kushina. A teary pout was splayed across her beautiful face, and he could barely register her quivering lip. Before he could utter a word, Kushina threw her arms around him as she bear-hugged him, causing him to fall back onto the bed.

"Kushina?" Naruto whispered, his voice hoarse as he instinctively wrapped his arms around her.

"I was so scared," Kushina whispered back into Naruto's ear as his shoulder began to feel wet. Her voice sounded strained as she buried her head in his shoulder.

"I... what happened?" Naruto confusedly asked as Kushina moved back and sat on his lap.

Naruto's vision had finally begun to clear as he recognized Kushina staring at him hard. Those violet eyes of hers looked like a million thoughts were going through them, and he suddenly felt nervous. It wasn't often his spitfire of a mother was... quiet.

"Do you remember anything that happened?" Kushina asked, almost gently as her face inched closer towards his. He felt her cool hand resting on his forehead as he shook his head to answer her.

"I was in a forest... there was snow everywhere, and I was alone," Naruto began as he continued to clutch at his head. A shiver went down his spine as he recalled the bitter cold. "I walked for a couple of minutes before I came across a Weirwood tree," he added as Kushina continued to stare at him. She was straight-faced as she continued listening.

Naruto suddenly felt like he was crazy as he recalled what had happened. It all felt so real, but he was still here. He couldn't make any sense of it.

"Take your time," Kushina assured him as she took his hand in hers.

"The Weirwood had a pond beside it, but then I heard fighting and the roaring of Dragons. It echoed all around me, and then there was a blizzard," Naruto voiced as Kushina tightened the grip on his hand. "Then there was this noise, and I just felt... like it was the end for me. Like I crossed some sort of line,"

"Did you see anyone... or anything?" Kushina persisted as Naruto shivered once more. She narrowed her eyes at him as her husband shifted uncomfortably beneath her. "You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to,"

Naruto shook his head as he took in a deep breath. He had vowed to never keep a secret from her, and he wouldn't start now. Even if it scared him, he'd tell her.

"There were the figures of people and creatures all around after the blizzard let up. I couldn't make any of them out, but I could tell they wanted to fight," Naruto started as his mind replayed the memories in his head. "But it didn't happen, I heard you calling my name, so I came running. And before I knew it, I saw these... blue eyes, and here I am," he finished as he exhaled a shuddery breath.

Just remembering those eyes had Naruto on edge.

Kushina shifted on Naruto's lap as she stared at her son. What he had said almost sounded like he had a vision. Not entirely unusual for Valyrians. But for it to happen while they were awake was something else.

It sounded like Naruto must've had some sort of trance or vision because when Kushina watched him fight, it most definitely wasn't him.

Naruto had spent years refining his skills, and he had become one of the most elegant as well as one of the most devastating swordsmen Kushina knew of. She'd watched him fight off multiple men at once and win. But what he had done upon that field was nothing short of pure savagery and ferocity.

At first, she'd assumed he'd lost control of his emotions and had gone berserk. And in a way, Naruto did go berserk. Kushina grimaced at the thought. She was of the same mind as her Grandmother concerning the armor and its destruction.

The rumors about the armor echoed in Kushina's head as she turned her head to look at the berserker armor. Even from over eight feet away, she could sense the malice radiating off of the armor. The fact Naruto had even convinced her to allow him to wear it was a miracle in itself.

Kushina shuddered as she shut her eyes and faced forward toward Naruto. Her affinity for magic made her sensitive to objects and items crafted with sorcery like Naruto's armor. Though only things created with intense amounts of certain emotions could cause her to feel repulsed.

Naruto's armor reeked of death, bloodlust, anger, and fear.

With her eyes shut, Kushina brought one of her hands up to the mark on her neck. Running her fingers along the red and black swirl on her neck, she shuddered in anxiety. She could still feel the fear, anger, and bitter acceptance that emanated through her bond with Naruto.

Despite the trance Naruto described he was in, he still fought like a man possessed. Perhaps he was? Kushina had no clue.

Feeling Naruto shift beneath her, Kushina froze him with the use of her magic as she opened her eyes and looked at him.

"Don't move too much. Your body was put under immense strain thanks to that armor," Kushina scolded with a pout as she undid her magic.

"When will I be able to move normally again?" Naruto asked with a grimace as all of the body aches finally hit him. His arms felt like jelly, and his legs throbbed in agony.

"Soon, hopefully," Kushina began with a frown as she traced the swirl on Naruto's neck with her index finger. "I healed you as best as I could, but you did a number on yourself," she continued as she leaned back.

Naruto went quiet as he looked around once more, taking in their surroundings. He could hear the sounds of people cheering outside and the screeches of Dragons. They must've been high up in the sky due to how close the Dragons sounded.

"Where are we?" Naruto asked as Kushina clambered off of his lap and rested beside him.

"In one of the Great Pyramids of Meereen," Kushina said, shocking Naruto as he craned his neck to look at her. "You've been out for three days," she explained as she leaned her head on his shoulder.

Three entire days, Naruto knew so much could happen in such a short time.

"Mind telling me about everything that happened?" Naruto asked with a smile as Kushina smiled back at him and nodded in return.


Shouting and marching could be heard all around as a woman sharpened her sword inside of a tent. She wore a white linen blouse tied to keep her breasts from falling out and had brown leather riding pants on. Her brown boots and gloves sat on her desk as she brushed a strand of hair out of her face.

One of the most alluring features was her hair, which was colored ashen-gray, almost silver. Her hair framed her face and reached just past her shoulders, so she had tied it up into a bun to keep most of it out of the way. Her emerald green eyes narrowed as she looked at the letter on her table. Opting to ignore it, she dragged a finger alongside the scar just under her left eye as she sighed.

It was likely the only blemish upon her fair skin. A result of being negligent during her training. Though at least she wasn't missing an eye. Her mother had always told her to look at the bright side of things because things could always get worse. Sheathing her sword in its case, she turned at the sound of someone entering her tent.

The woman walked towards her. A smile on her face as she sat on the chair just a couple of feet away from her. Just like her, she was equally as beautiful, regal even.

Her silver hair was much longer, reaching the midsection of her back, and was braided with pieces of jewelry lining her luscious hair. A grin spread across her full red lips as she looked at the sword on her desk. Those lilac eyes of hers filled with nothing but pride as she adjusted her strapless pale gold dress.

"How was your training today, dear?" She asked as the ashen-haired woman sighed.

"You know how it was, mother. All of the people I sparred went easy on me," She grumbled out as her mother giggled at her, causing her to groan.

"Of course they did. Those men wouldn't want to hurt one of the two princesses we have running around here now, would they?" Her mother teased with a smile, which faltered when she looked at her face.

Feeling bashful all of a sudden, she turned away from her mother as she put a hand over her scar. Even though it happened over a year ago, she was still uncomfortable with it. Especially when people looked at it.

Her mother's hand pushed aside her own as she cupped her cheek and forced her to return her gaze on her mother. A gentle smile was on her face as she felt her run her thumb along the scar. Leaning into the palm, she sighed before frowning at the older woman.

"You're going to have to get used to it sometimes, dear. Sometimes it's better to wear your scars than to hide them," Her mother's regal smile was still in place, though there was a deep pain in those lilac eyes of hers.

"I know, sorry," She replied as her mother shook her head.

"You shouldn't be feeling this way anyhow. After all, you're going to be meeting your sister before long!" The older woman exclaimed with a hopeful smile on her face.

"I just hope he doesn't ruin it. You know his advisors have been making plans regarding her," She all but hissed out as she thought of her nephew. He was nothing but a pretentious cunt, in her opinion. He always thought he owed everything around himself, including her.

Her mother held a finger up to her lips, causing her to shut her mouth. She internally screamed as she stopped her foot on the carpet below. She knew the camp had ears all around, yet here she was talking about him openly.

Nevertheless, she ranted on in her mind about what a cunt her nephew was. He had always been an impudent brat, even when they were younger. It had gotten worse throughout the years until it got to where they were now.

It was safe to say that she couldn't fucking stand him.

Taking in a deep breath, she sighed and attempted to calm herself. There was no point in being angry. She'd only make more mistakes. Instead, she decided to focus on the future.

And so far? Her meeting her older twin sister and two other Valyrians was definitely something she was looking forward to. She couldn't wait.


Chapter End


Yeah, I know I said I'd try and work on the DxD fic next, but I was just feeling Game of Thrones. It's hard to get shit out of my head unless I write it down so it's a pain in the ass. Sorry folks.

Hope y'all enjoyed the chapter.