What up people? Game of Thrones S08 EP 1 is here! Fun fact, I never saw Game of Thrones before August last year. So basically I am freaking lucky, not only was I able to watch every episode continuously without waiting, I had peace of mind that the next season till seventh is there in my Phone. Guess I had to wait from mid February for the 8th Season.

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Enjoy the chapter, there's a lot of Lazy writing, so forgive me. And the auto correct in my phone actually turns Natsu into Matsumoto even after I saved Natsu to the device. I don't know why. And another annoying thing is you will find "tge" instead of "the" because I accidentally pressed on the option above the keypad and it works better than "the".

Chapter 4: The King Beyond the Sea

Acnologia

"You are seeking power..." Barbatos spoke from the corner he occupied. The Dragon did not talk much, but the centuries the Demon has lived let him easily catch on the desires of any being. Especially when his power was to find treasures of his victim's wildest fantasies. But unlike the one's before this powerful entity, he knew the location or the deed to be done to get the item. "I hardly think you can find anything stronger than you in this world and frankly, I am a bit frightened to think there's something that could disembowel you like-" He didn't finish as the air in the room grew thick with a dark energy unlike any he had felt.

Acnologia didn't move from his seat at the table, neither did he stop eating. Words nor actions weren't required to convey his displeasure, the hatred he felt towards the Demon spawn that made him into a bag of bones wasn't measurable. "You seem to know something, something I want."

The skinny demon chuckled at the Dragon's deduction. "You are correct. It is my gift, to know what others want and where to find them. How do you think I run a shop this small and keep a whole family fed?" A growl stopped him from further self praise. He let out a sigh as the Dragon continued to look disinterested at his skill. "You are looking for power err something that could give you an edge this time."

Acnologia stared, there was no look of approval or any change in facial expression, recognising the Demon's claim, which made even the season treasure hunter nervous. "Go on."

A grin broke out on the Demon's face. "Your first object is located in the city you burned." Acnologia looked on, waiting for more. "Uh... it's a sword. Made from Valyrian Steel." There was a disappointed look on the Dragon.

"You think there is a weapon, a lanky blade that will help me?" The Dragon began.

"No. Not yet." Barbatos calmly replied. "But you'll have to make one. If you want the kind of power you need."

"Do you take me for a Smith, fool?" He grunted in annoyance.

"No, but that is where your second object starts, you need to take the blade to Stygai, a city that lies on the Ash river in the Vale of Shadows, northeast of Asshai." He said. "But first you must bring the sword."

"You will show me the sword." Acnologia monotonously spoke.

"What? No I have-" There was a sudden pressure in the room. The Demon King fell to his knees as sweat dripped down from his forehead and on to the wooden planks he stared into as he stayed bowed. "You just needed to ask nicely." He choked out.

Barbatos slowly got back on his feet while panting heavily. He glared at the monster that sat with a hint of a smirk. He wanted to say something, but the Dragon was every bit of what hell can offer and more. So it was a wise choice to simply go with the flow. He raised his staff and held it vertically infront of him as it began to glow. "We'll be leaving Winterfell shortly." With those final words the Demon tapped the bottom of the staff to the floorboard.

Acnologia was unfazed as he stared at the place he was taken. He was back at the place he started. Nothing has changed except for the table and chair he was sitting on. He slowly got up and looked around to find his acquaintance who has seemingly disappeared. He knew the Demon was smart. That means he won't runaway or send him away.

"It is said that, Tommen Lannister, the Second of His Name sailed with a golden fleet of hundred ships to plunder Valyria after the Doo- you destroyed it." Acnologia looked over his shoulder and found the Demon standing near an old beached ship. I guess you were still here when the Lannisters arrived." Barbatos commented with a sly smile. He stared at the ships that were thrown off from the sea and those that were turned to piles of ashes. "I wonder what happened to the Lannister King-oh there he is!" He exclaimed as he saw a skeleton in armour pinned to the floorboard by a wooden pole of a partially destroyed ship. He vanished from his spot and reappeared next to the remains and softly caught hold of the sword and it's case. "I'm just going to...take that. Thank you my lord." He tipped his hat at the skeletal corpse and came next to Acnologia. "I presume you have met these men before?"

"Tch. I don't remember vermins." Acnologia snorted and swiped the blade from the demon. He drew it out and examined the still sharp and shiny blade. "I highly doubt this Steel can do anything for me." He threw it back to the Demon.

"Well...it is said that Valyrian Steel can cut through a Dragon's armour...but I suppose you weren't fighting one to begin with..." He wrapped the sword in a roll and swung it on his back.

"This better not be a waste of my time vermin." The Dragon growled.

"Well we must now travel to the City of Death." The Demon informed turning to the ocean. "That is where your answers-" He didn't get to finish his sentence as a fist punctured through his abdomen before quickly reverting out. As he doubled over to fall with the pain hitting him in waves, the hand that punctured him caught the collar of his shirt. He could feel his golden blood and gore that still covered the limb.

Acnologia pulled him close and whispered to his ears. "Do what you did earlier again without asking me, I'll rip out your heart. Talk to me as if you are my equal again, I'll rip out your soul, do you understand me vermin?"

"Y-yess..." Was all he could muster as he was thrown to the side like a discarded paper.

King's Landing

The Red Keep's construction kept the vast city busy and employed. It was massive and luxurious, fit for a King who has conquered and united seven Kingdoms to a single power, so the grandeur was necessary, afterall the Targaryens were making history. There were masons and builders from across the sea who were brought along with all the imported material. People flooded the newly established capital from all over the Kingdom except for the Northmen. Wagons after wagons entered the city with food and materials from the nearby cities of Rosby, Duskendale and Tumbleton as a sign of support and fealty to their King.

As the afternoon sun hit it's peak, the workers stopped for lunch. Most scrambled to what shelter they could find while some chose to sit atop the structures. The city including the markets and slum momentarily quietened by the heat. But the quietness could only last so long... A shadow engulfed the market and stretched towards the Red Keep's construction sight. The wind bellowed with each beats the wings made of the mighty creature responsible for the shadow.

ROAR!

The sound thundered the city and could be heard even to the next one as a black mass that threatened to consume the sky flew over them towards Aegon's Tower. Balerion the Black Dread. The First and Largest Dragon the people have ever seen. The best armies and the richest Houses bent their knees and surrendered and those who failed died by it's dreadful obsidian flames that melted the mighty walls of Harrenhal and decimated House Hoare entirely.

The Dragon landed next to the temporary residence of the King and bent down while leaning on it's right wing. A man stepped off from the Dragon's back and elegantly walked down it's wing. He was tall, broad-shouldered with purple eyes and short-cut silver-gold hair. He wore a black scaly shirt with armour that had the Targaryen sigil on and even in this heat, he didn't sweat.

"Aegon." The King turned to the voice with a small smile. Only one person could ever call him by his name other than his Queens.

"Orys. You seem to be in thought?" The King asked as he observed the tall man taking deeper breaths than usual. And if it were anyone else, they wouldn't even be able to notice the King's fiercest General and only friend's abnormality. Orys Baratheon, the Hand of the King and the Lord Paramount of Stormsland was a man of great height that equalled Aegon himself and of a slightly bulky figure compared to the King's leaner one. He had ebony hair, eyes and a thick neatly trimmed beard.

"Got flogged by some recent developments in Dorne." It was weird to see two men in heavy armour under the hot Sun not shedding a drop of sweat. But that was the blood of Old Valyria, the blood of Dragons. Aegon's smile fell as he looked at the departing Balerion. "They rejected our offer to be an autonomous region of the Kingdom."

"War?" Aegon asked as he walked towards the entrance. The guards immediately stood erect.

"Possibly. We have a strength advantage and with the three Drsgons, we can secure victory easily." He spoke confidently. Their talks continued about the current internal prob lems until they reached the area of the fort his councillors used. "Oh and our friends in Pentos joined Tyrosh in vetoing our bill to abolish slavery."

Aegon sat at the head of the table and rested his elbow on the armrest and leaned his head on his palm. In front of him laid parchments and other important kingly business sheets. "Balerion would be upset if he has to fly over the Narrow Sea anytime soon again."

Orys chuckled as he sat next to his friend and leaned back. "I can imagine. He was already moody when he came back to Dragonstone after that one time. I suppose we humans aren't the only ones who get lazy over the years." Aegon laughed softly but stopped at the sound of footsteps approaching. The Master of Coins and Lord Paramount of the Trident, Edmyn Tully arrived.

"Edd, how was your journey." Orys spoke first after the newly arrived bowed to the King.

"Your Grace." Edmyn greeted the King who gave a nod back and then looked at the Hand. "Orys, quiet dehydrating. I was already on the verge of drinking my on piss when I got here." He took his seat as Orys and the King lightly chuckled.

"How are things in Riverlands?" Aegon asked curiously.

"Still rebuilding your grace. But the problems are more political so...I don't wish to bore you." Edmyn gave an nervous smile.

"No need to be nervous Edd, everyone in the Seven Kingdom knows their King doesn't like politics." Orys teased his friend, earning a grunt from Aegon.

After the pleasantries were done the trio got down to business. "Your Grace, there seems to be something interesting happening across the sea. Someone has been conquering parts of Essos." Orys said.

"I have heard it too your Grace, the merchants in Lannisport calls him the King Beyond the Sea. He's said to have defeated at least three Dothraki tribes and unified them under his rule." Edmyn told what he heard. "They say he is a pink haired Fire Demon who wield a Dothraki Arakh who has a hundred eyes and a hundred arms on a spiders body." He added.

"He is said to be in control of Kingdoms of Omber, Sarnor and Ifeqevron. The Bay of Tusks also seem to be in his possession according to the merchants from there. And that the Dothraki now stand guard for the ports from smugglers and pirates." The Hand of the King placed a message in front of the King who unrolled it and read. "Our allies from Pentos and Tyrosh are quite scared by this individual as he is against slavery and have been rallying slaves to fight as freemen."

Rhaenys walked in wearing a comfortable red and black dress with a black scaly armour. "What's this talk about Essos, my love?" She walked around the table and sat on Aegon's lap before planting a sweet kiss on his cheek.

Aegon who remained silent till then smiled and returned a kiss of his own. "Orys and Edd seem to have found someone who has tamed the Dothrakis and defeated a few cities. He has pink hair." Aegon added the last part. "I think you mentioned someone with that hair."

"What do you think Orys? You know Dothraki, they are incapable of civilization." Edmyn asked.

The General nodded. "Yes but our merchants say the port authorities are making good money with the extra protection. It seems this man has turned those savages into their version of the City Watch."

"I agree with you Lord Tully. But this one is no ordinary man." Rhaenys spoke.

"You have something you wish to share my love?" Aegon asked.

Rhaenys nodded. "I have met him, a few months before...he defeated over a hundred Dothraki screamers and took on a full blast of Meraxes flames."

"You have said he is not a Valyrian but is in possession of extraordinary abilities, the same man?"

"Yes. The same man...or Demon." She replied with uncertainty.

"You must summon him your grace...if he is an Alchemist or at least share a bit of our blood, he will be a useful ally in solving our political problem in Essos, namely with Pentos and Tyrosh." Orys suggested with great thought and Aegon looked like he was considering it.

"I think it would be better if I summon him Aegon." Rhaenys spoke before Aegon made his verdict. "He's a bit on the dull side from what I saw and responds better to people who he has met before." She added as the men looked at her.

"If you think that is the best course of action, then do it. And if what he told you about his powers are true, then he could be a useful ally." He was not a male chauvinist and let his wives take control of the Kingdom politically as they were better at it than him.

"My King, if it would please you, I would be more than honoured for this quest." Orys gave bowed as he suggested his option. "And I could see if Pentos and Tyrosh will yield for the last time."

"Then you bid your family farewell and get your things arranged." Aegon agreed. "Orys one more thing. If he is a King, I would think summoning him would be a wrong way to start, an invitation would be better and if he is unable to sail back, extent our alliance to him on my behalf."

A month later...

The dock dwellers of the small port city of Morosh looked at the strange ship that sailed towards their port. The city was slowly prospering after the change in administration and the extra protection. Once a breeding ground for pirates, poverty and diseases, now the city climbed to be an acceptable trade point in Essos. They have seen the increase in larger ships porting with more items to trade but not one of this size and definitely not of this stature. The ship's top sail had a sigil with three Dragon's in black and red and beneath it on the larger sail was a Stag.

Orys and his men got off the vessel after it docked and immediately an older gentleman with a long note and a feather came towards them with a massive Dothraki man with his Arakh on holster. "Greetings foreign guests, your galleon would cost 20 silver or one gold per day." The Dothraki simply stood there with folded arms and an disinterested look.

"Gold would be fine, we will be here for seven days." Orys motioned his guard to pass on the money and he gave eight coins to the man. "A gift from Westeros." He gave smile that was returned.

"Also milord, what is your purpose?" The Dock Master asked.

"To meet the King Beyond the Sea."

Natsu

Natsu walked through the tavern door and the men and women inside immediately stood up to bow making the Slayer let out defeated sigh. "Alright, who's here to see me?" He asked, scanning the people before his gaze locked on one specific man. He was in armour that had similarity with what Erza used and a cape with a hoodie. The man immediately stood up, tall and broad, dwarfing the pink head.

"Greetings Natsu of House Dragneel, I am Orys Baratheon, Hand of the King to-" The man began

"Tar-garry-N, Anal, First Name yea yea I get it. What do you want man?" He sat on the bench and looked up, waiting for him to speak.

Never has he had to deal with such a situation. His bodyguards stood up but he quickly motioned them to sit before taking his seat once again. "As I was saying, I came on behalf of Aegon Targaryen's Queen, Rhaenys-" Once again he was interrupted.

"Oh you guys with Ray-Ray and Meraxes? Why didn't you say so? How are they? I gotta say, I haven't seen any Dragons after the two went away. I wonder what happened..." Natsu continued to ramble and go off topic as usual.

Orys was the King's Hand. He was a hardened warrior and a man of diplomacy and decency. But this sort of childish behaviour and addressing a Queen was outright disrespectful. "Silence!" He snapped.

"Huh?" Natsu looked at the King's Hand in confusion.

"I have come here to inform you that Queen Rhaenys wishes you to present yourself in King's Landing." Orys held his temper and mustered all the control he had on to his mind as he spoke each word. This was by far the shortest time anyone has come to annoy him.

"Geez talk about being rude..." Natsu mumbled while giving a dead look. "I don't think I can anytime soon. I have a job to do here. Tell Ray-Ray and Meraxes I am sorry." There seemed to be genuine disappointment in his eyes that Orys noticed. This wasn't the man he was expecting. In fact he saw a boy rather than a man there. Or was it an act? In Westeros, he heard rumours from the spies in Essos about a pink haired Pyromancer who has defeated armies of slavers and hordes of Dothraki. A sudden conversation that lead him here came to his memory.

"Hmm. I suppose the Queen will understand your reasons as valid excuses." Orys said as he ran his fingers over his beard. "But the King wishes to extend an arm over the seas to you."

"Holy shit! He is that big?!" Orys stared at him with an expression that has never crossed his face for decades. Shock. "Or does his body stretch? I mean that is so cool!"

Then he remembered the Queen's words. He's a bit on the dull side. 'Your grace, this man is beyond dull...dull looks smart with him.' He thought as he couldn't believe the rambling idiot. He took a calm breath and explained. "By that I meant an offer of Friendship."

Once again Natau's logic caught the words in the wrong sense. "Great! We are friends!" He swung his arm over the General's shoulder.

"Wha-" Orys couldn't say anymore as Natau started his 'new friend party.'

"Hey, where are my manners! Gus! A round of that nasty crap you middle aged men like on Oreos and his buddies!" Natsu saw Orys try to protest, he didn't know whether it was about his name or the ale and wine but he beat him to it. "Don't worry, it's on me pal!" He cheered as a glass of goat milk was passed to him and ale to the Baratheon and his men. Before drinking, Natsu grinned and leaned over and whispered. "Actually I can't pay because these guys don't charge me. And I don't have a particularly productive job. Yea I dug the huge trenches with my bare hands, but these guys give food water and clothing all the time. So I can't even charge them on that. But forget all of that, DJ hit the beats!" The tavern musicians began to put a nice tune.

"For your information, my name is Deejaysind." The flute man whispered to the girl he was talking to before his 'King's' order. "But for some reason Khal calls me DeeJay."

"I think it is a fun name." The girl giggled and continued to listen to the man who got his insecurities on the nick name checked.

Soon the food, ale and goat milk began to flow through to the tables. The Baratheon guards were out and Lord Baratheon was out of his armour and had his chest open to the Tavern as he and Natsu sat side by side on the bench, leaning on the table as they watched the musicians pack up. The Tavern was soon going to close and only a few remained as the bartender cleaned the counter. They had their eyes a bit red and half closed, the Westerosie from the alcohol and the Dragon Slayer from food and milk.

"Hey." Natsu nudged Orys.

"Hm?" He murmured.

"There's someone in front of you." Natsu spoke in a drunken voice as he pointed a finger at the person infront of him. "And it's...its short."

Orys rubbed his eyes and looked at the figure. "A dwarf?"

"I think it's an elf. Quick! Open the windows. They are afraid of the sun."

"But it's past sundown." Orys pointed out hastily almost panic stricken.

"Ah schlutz!" Natsu leaned down. "Then we must...we must..."

Brenoris couldn't believe what was happening. The Dragon Slayer has become high from over consumption and he got the Lord from Westeros drunk. And now both of them were talking nonsense. "Are you ok milord?" She asked.

"Oh Bee-ny it's you...yea yea..I am feeling great. fucking great Bony!" He sleepily said with a smile. He turned to Orys. "Hey Ory...Ory...listen." Natsu nudged him. "We should start our own business."

"Hm?"

"That...does stuff you know..." He said.

"Yea..." Orys smiled. "It shall...shall be..." He yawned. "... should be be fast... what do we name it?" He asked with a drunken smile. "Zoom! Like Zoom...!"

Natsu smiled. "Yea..yea Zip! Say Zip."

"Zzzzip!" Orys supplied.

"That's it...ZipZoom...ZipZoom...no! No! ZoomZip! ZoomZip!" He exclaimed in joy. Brenoris sighed and turned to the bartender who gave a nod. They will be spending the night here so she went back to her dorm but not before reporting to the Dothraki to keep a guard ready infront of the Tavern.

The next day...

Orys and his men followed the Dragon Slayer to the end of the town where there was a large trench slowly filling up with water. There were guard towers with men every hundred metres and the trench stretched far into the north and south. It was more than a hundred feet wide and a hundred feet deep. The sides were melted to the extent that it was crystallized.

"Those are Dothraki Archers on those posts. And I saw many in the cities and villages too. In fact I think the guards in this towns are mostly them." The Baratheon Lord analysed.

"Yep. They know how to defend the area. It was pretty hard to stop them from plundering and robbing but they are manageable." Natsu said as he got down from Marty. "Anyway, this is the trench you asked to see. No big deal, ten days of work. Rocks were found in the rubble and was used for walls."

"You are saying you built a thousand mile trench of massive proportions in just ten days?" Orys questioned disbelievingly. "I will have an easier time believing that Dragons breath ice."

"Maybe...I haven't really seen one breathing ice, but some can breath light and darkness." Natsu said while rubbing his chin. "But yea. I did. It was hundred miles a day and without any decent fighters, this was the best workout in all my years. Plus with my flames, the sides were melted to walls during digging itself." He then took out a crumbled sheet from his pocket and three it at the Westerosie Lord who caught it and opened the parchment. "And the whole plan was mine!"

There was a neat map of Essos and from the centre he saw a black straight line roughly drawn. "I suppose the line was your idea of a canal?" He asked.

"Yep! Cool ain't it? Although... the whole thing is not straight...I got confused at places. But hey, now it hit a giant river and water would be flowing South straight to the edge of the Red Garbage." He proudly said.

"You mean the Red Waste?" Orys enquired confusedly.

"Yea that...waste, garbage, shit all the same right?" Natsu dismissed his flawed wording. "But I haven't seen red shit...so I think only two." He added with a thoughtful look.

"Why did you dig this in the first place? And why did you lead it to the Red Waste?" The Hand asked.

"Well those Dothrakis and Slavers were attacking at night and when I am not present, and it takes too many Dothrakis and soldiers to defend our people and the cities and the towns and the villages." Natsu revealed annoyingly. "Well, most of the direct attacks and the Dothraki ones have stopped. But jerks attack in small numbers and cause a lot of damage."

Orys observed the smaller man with great interest. He was oddly dressed, immature, easily accepting, easily trusting but the Dothrakis fear and respect him, the slavers are terrified, he has dug out a trench so large and long that it would have taken thousands of men a hundred years to build.

"Friend Natsu, it is time for me to leave. It was a pleasure meeting you and I hope you'll be able to arrive in King's Landing soon." Orys lifted the food for the journey to the port and mounted it on his horse.

"Right back at'cha buddy. I just have a few more things to do cus leaving this country now would mean abandoning my mission and we Fairy Tail mages don't fail at anything!" Natsu boasted.

The Westerosies began to leave in a single file but stopped as their Lord turned his horse around to call the Dragon Slayer. "If you are continuing your conquest, you must go West because Slavery is still holding many." And they left.

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There is no wall surrounding King's Landing as it is built 20 years after Aegon's conquest otherwise I would have added that too.