The Rise of House Black

Chapter 2: A Wraith and the first Conquest.

A/N: I'd like to thank miketheklym, djma46, death444, scream sky, cdevil100, Guest, , Bisaster, naruto, bigfan22, Isles, Perseus12, thunder18, greenarrow07, mika, Eriador12345, Guest, ficreader2011, Sheba Winchester Potter, Hulk9970, alpha, francisvirus, Overlord6161, Bittersteel, Nathan, Griffindorks, Ultor, alecpotter, comodo50, AnimeA55Kicker, Kego66, mmayank, Arkane007, Hikari Nova, Guest, Necromancy94, Guest, THE BLACK PRINCE OF DARKNESS, Lazymanjones96, .9, Vruon, toile grant, Greed720, Guest, arnix, seven eight five, gefan1, jiubantai-taichoCalmejaneJose, AvalonRivers, Shoveler, Light Lord Cybergate, hellfire45, Corvus Rigel Black, kossboss, hari92, Hiei-Uchiha, Nysk, Dr1zzy, Jon Potter 99 and anarion87 for your reviews.

Bisaster: No Hadrian knows about them, but he doesn't know how they work.

Guest: Thanks for that, I have to admit that it makes sense what you said. So the placing of his swords will be switched, dunno where just yet, but they will change.

Comodo50: Yes, it's a harem story and it will be canon people. Tasiri and Lissi won't be included in the harem.

mmayank: I will try to update as much as I can, though I won't have another chapter out until after the weekend.

Light Lord Cybergate: Hadrian will look after his followers and make sure they are cared for, but he will be cruel to his enemies. Which is to be expected after the life he has lived.

Jon Potter 99: No one can match him in terms of pure power, but that doesn't mean everything.

Hope this clears up any questions that you have, if not just ask me them in a review or PM me and I will get back to you as soon as I can. I will be offline this weekend so I will get back to you Monday afternoon.

It had only been a year and a two months since his arrival in what was eloquently named, the World. He had become a Khal, changed the way Dothraki viewed Magic and created his very own city, named Black Dothrak. Yet, Hadrian never once forgot his old world and those he lost there. In that world, there were only six people he missed conversing with through the use of the Resurrection Stone.

His parents James and Lily Potter. The two had been so understanding of Hadrian's need to change and no matter what he did, they never stopped loving him. Even when he committed terrible acts such as carrying out massacres.

Then there was Remus Lupin, his surrogate Uncle. He had been the first man to tell him what his parents were truly like. To remind him that his parents loved him when he had been but a love starved child. Even when Hadrian had been the unwilling cause of his son's death, Remus never hated him, never cursed his existence. He knew that accidents happened and that you can't stop everything bad from happening, no matter how powerful you are.

Next was Sirius Black. No matter how short their time together was, Sirius had given him the parental love he craved so much. Even when stripped from that world long before it was his time, those short moments they spent together where the best of his life.

Then was Andromeda Tonks. The woman who became a surrogate aunt and mother to him. She taught him the true value that family held and even when he wasn't a very good godfather at the start, she still gave him the chance to prove himself to her and Teddy.

Finally, Teddy Tonks. The boy was his son in all but blood and just getting a simple from the boy made him happy, made him feel like he had accomplished one good thing that day. The two would spend hours, flying on their brooms, playing pranks on one another, practising Magic and sometimes just doing normal Muggle games. Teddy had reminded him that despite the shitty life he lived, that his life still had meaning. Teddy and Andromeda had been that meaning.

Both had been stripped from him before he was ready.

Subconsciously, Hadrian gripped his wand tightly as he sat upon a bed of the ship he was currently in. The gentle swaying did nothing to sooth him and his anguish. The pain of watching his godson slowly and painfully die before him, to watch as the light in his eyes slowly dimmed into nothingness was the most painful thing he had ever suffered.

The Elder Wand clattered uselessly against the ground as his emerald eyes stared at his trembling hands.

He had more power in these two hands than hundreds of Wizards and Witches combined and yet, he had been incapable of doing anything except watch. No matter how much he scream, how much he raged, he couldn't reach his godson.

Even after killing everyone and anyone that could have potentially been involved in his godson's death he had killed. The thing was, even after killing them the rage was still there. The pain slowly returning and he couldn't take it. His mind focused all that pain and hatred upon those that had nothing to do with his godson's death and killed them anyway. There was no light, dark or grey. There was only rage and pain.

Shakily, Hadrian reached up and grasped a small pendant hanging around his neck. Opening it up, Hadrian looked at the three figures inside it smiling happily. On one side was an aged, yet still beautiful woman with black hair smiling down at the young boy in the centre before placing one hand on his shoulder. She then turned to face up at camera.

Next to her was himself, he too looked down at the boy with a smile before picking the boy up and placing him on his shoulders much to the boys delight if his laugh was anything to go by. The woman looked at him and the boy with a smile before all three turned to the camera once more.

They were like a family.

Closing the pendant, Hadrian clenched his fist tightly as a few tears streamed down his face. Though in an orthodox way of breaking him from his brooding, Hadrian slapped his face a few times before standing to his feet, breathing heavily. He walked towards the wall and placed his head against it before he slammed his head against it a few times.

He stop abruptly when he heard someone knock against his door. Taking a few moments to calm down and take control of his emotions once more, Hadrian turned to the door and opened it.

Drargo's fist was mere inches from knocking on the doors surface once more when the door opened and shock was clearly seen on his face as he stared into the emerald eyes of his Khal.

"What is it, Drargo?" His voice was slightly harsh due to been interrupted, something Drargo picked up on. He bowed as a sign of apology before rising.

"We have arrived at Astapor." Hadrian's eyes bored into the nervous brown ones of Drargo before he nodded his head. Drargo stepped to one side so that Hadrian could move past him and then they walked up onto the deck of the boat.

With him he had sixteen Dothraki riders with him. At first they had been wary and even had a severe case of seasickness however, a simple spell from him sorted that problem out straight away. As for the crew, they had been nervous about allowing Dothraki onto their boat. Once again, Magic sorted that problem out as well.

Memory Charms, a wonderful piece of Magic.

With it, Hadrian made it seem like the Dothraki were in actual fact bodyguards hired by himself. They accepted it quite well after that due to it been quite a common occurrence. Then they had set sail for Astapor where Hadrian would purchase a large amount of Unsullied.

From what Jaqen H'gar reported, there were around ten thousand fully trained with another eight thousand in training. Hadrian's visit today would buy him those ten thousand and place a reserved order for the eight thousand in training (A/N: the eight thousand in training are the ones that Daenerys collects in canon). After that was done, Hadrian would return to Black Dothrak and summon his commanders. From there they would decide on the best course of action.

So far, Hadrian had one plan in mind. That plan was to go nowhere near Astapor, Yunkai or Meeren. To attack one would mean attacking all three. He currently didn't have the manpower to do that and then hold them. Nor did he have the manpower to fight off Braavos, Volantis, Pentos or any of the other bigger cities in Essos should they decide he was a threat that needed dealing with straight away.

Not only that, but Astapor was also the training ground of the Unsullied and while they were slaves, Hadrian could quite easily free them afterwards. Fighting was all they knew, it was all they could do.

He and Drargo waited for a few moments as the ship came to fully dock at Astapor before departing. They had to pay a small fee of ten Golden Honours, but it was a small price to pay and then they were off. They garnered a few wary glances due to the weapons they carried, Arakh's put under a Glamour Charm to look like ordinary swords.

While Hadrian had grown used to the sight of slavery, his childhood had forever scarred him and seeing slavery sometimes drove him mad with rage.

"Welcome, you must be Sirius Black?" A bald man with extravagant and expensive robes greeted cheerfully with his spread wide in greeting. Hadrian himself had worn his only set of dress robes. He had his armour underneath, just in case the Good Masters double-crossed him. Over the top he had robes made from Acromantula Silk, they were coloured black with silver and green linings. Overall, Hadrian looked every inch of a rich noble.

"I am and you must be Karzyns mo Nakloz?" The man inclined his head while bowing. Hadrian copied this action while their guards studied one another.

"Come, come. Your envoy said that you were interested in buying Unsullied. I have some ready and lined up for your inspection." Hadrian gave a false smile of thanks to the man and the two took the lead of their groups as their guards followed after them.

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Kinvara, a beautiful Red Priestess and one of the high-ranking leaders in the faith of R'hllor, also known as the Lord of Light. As was common among the Red Priestess, Kinvara wore a tight-fitting red outfit that accentuated her womanly figure.

She had arrived in Astapor a week ago under the guidance of the Lord of Light. The reason for her visit was unknown to her, but she had felt something from R'hllor she hadn't ever felt from him before; fear. Her Lord and saviour feared something out there and had trusted her to find out what it was and eliminate it. Pride and joy filled every fibre of her being as she realised this.

Then Kinvara had felt it, a very powerful magical signature. It called out to her like a beacon, drawing attention to it like a naked woman walking through the street.

She trusted her senses and the Lord of Light as she walked towards the holder of such great magic. It had been a man, a very handsome young man that looked to be in his early twenties. The amount of magic and his handsome features made her feel desire that Kinvara had never felt before. The most prominent feature was his emerald eyes that contained barely restrained power.

That hadn't be the only thing that caught her eye. No, she had noticed the way the weapons belonging to the guards of the man shimmered slightly. One minute they looked like ordinary swords, the next they looked Like Arakh's.

Illusions.

From what she knew, the Warlocks of Qarth in the House of Undying were very skilled in illusions. Perhaps he was a Warlock from Qarth? She didn't know, but what she did know was that the Lord of Light sent her here for a reason, this man was that reason. He was her target and as a loyal servant of R'hllor she would eliminate the threat.

Carefully, she masked her magical signature as well as she could before following the man.

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The woman fought she was unnoticed as she followed him. Her magical signature was very low and many Meagi would be unable to sense her approach. However, he was no ordinary Wizard and easily picked up on her signature. Besides, her outfit wasn't exactly discreet and would draw the eye of many men, add that with her natural beauty and you weren't exactly suited to sneaking around.

As soon as they entered Karzyns home – he didn't really know what it was, he was just guessing – they made their way into the gardens before moving up a flight of stairs. The stairs themselves were a little worn down and eroded in places. At the top they entered a ruined courtyard, the pillars were destroyed and the raised platform on the opposite end was also eroded in places.

However, what drew his eyes the most were the group of Unsullied in an eight by eight square. They stood completely still, living and breathing statues that were dressed black pants, black armoured tops, helmet, shield and a spear. They looked as disciplined as the rumours made them out to be. That was a good sign, a very good sign.

"Here we are, a mere fraction of those waiting to be bought." Karzyns voice was filled with both arrogance and glee. "You're spokesman said that you were interested in purchasing some of the Unsullied. How much do you wish to buy and how do you plan to pay for them?"

Hadrian pulled out a small bag and pulled out a single Galleon. Karzyns eyes became alight with greed as Hadrian handed him the coin for further inspection.

"Pure gold." The Masters voice was but a whisper as he held the gold coin like one would with baby. Then he turned to face Hadrian with a smile upon his face, the two men shook hands with Karzyn doing so with more enthusiasm. "Very well my friend, how many do you wish to purchase."

"My spokesman said that you have ten thousand fully trained and eight thousand in training. I would like to purchase all ten thousand currently trained and ready, then reserve the eight thousand in training." Karzyns greed was practically overflowing and Hadrian smirked internally. He loved doing business with men such as these, they were so easy to manipulate and use for your own means. "How much will that be?"

Karzyn spent a few moments mulling it over and Hadrian used a small Legilimency probe to read his surface thoughts. "Twenty thousand of those gold coins will be enough to purchase the ten thousand, another ten thousand to reserve those in training."

"Ten thousand for each." Hadrian countered.

"Unsullied are in high demand and I have an interested party Volantis that are willing to pay a lot of money for them." Karzyn argued.

"Do you think I'm stupid?" Hadrian's eyes narrowed as he turned to face the man square on. His arms were crossed over his chest as Karzyns eyes looked anywhere except at him. "My spokesman has already worked out the worth of my gold and I know for a fact that a single coin could purchase two Unsullied. I was willing to pay you ten thousand, one for each Unsullied. That is more than they are worth."

"That is…that is…" Karzyn couldn't come up with a way to argue against this point as he realised that the Hadrian wasn't as stupid or as desperate as he had hoped.

"That is a fair price." Hadrian continued. "One gold coin for each Unsullied. Now its nine thousand for the entire ten thousand. That's as high as I'm willing to go." Karzyn went to talk, but Hadrian hadn't finished yet. "Just bear in mind, I am friends with someone I'm sure you've heard of by now, Khal Hadrian." Karzyn gulped in shock. "What do you know of him?"

"N-nothing much, just that he has a Khalasar of seventy-five thousand." Karzyns forehead was gleaming with sweat due to the tense atmosphere and the nervousness he felt.

Hadrian smirked devilishly. "Those numbers are grossly underestimated." Karzyn and his guards grew more nervous as Hadrian's smirk became deeper. "He and his Khalasar have grown restless and are currently deciding which of the bigger settlements they should sack. A single word from me and well, Astapor could be that settlement."

"N-now, now th-there's no need to be so hasty." Karzyn hastily said as Hadrian inclined his head for the bald headed master to continue. "Nine thousand you said, for the ten thousand fully trained, yes?"

"I did."

"How about fourteen thousand for the ten thousand and…" His voice rose in pitch when saw Hadrian's eyes narrow dangerously. "The eight thousand been reserved just for you."

"I can agree to those terms." Hadrian shook hands with the trembling and sweaty hand of Karzyn. Pulling away, Hadrian sneered at the man and flicked his hand as to get rid of some of the sweat on it. "How long until the Unsullied are prepared?"

"I shall have them prepared within a few hours." Before Karzyn could finish, Hadrian chucked the bag of coins at the man. The bald headed master fumbled around with it for a few moments until he properly gripped hold of it.

"Have them ready within two." Karzyn opened the bag before looking inside. Closing it back up he bowed, something Hadrian returned before had and his guards walked away.

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Kinvara waited patiently as she watched the man enter the large plaza. At first she had been in the unknown when it came to his reasons for visiting Astapor. She had her assumptions of course, rich nobles only came to Astapor to buy Unsullied as protection. Now that he hadn't entered this plaza she knew that was exactly his reasons for visiting Astapor.

While it made it more difficult to kill the man, she could manage it. However, it would be at the cost of her own life. It didn't matter, the Lord of Light would welcome her with open arms when she died.

Quickly, she moved round and waited in the mountains, she knew that the plaza would exit onto the mountains. Kinvara was not disappointed as the man rode out upon horseback with thousands of Unsullied at his back. They didn't setup camp at all until they made it to the Skahazadhan River. Three days of marching with only minor rests for food and water. Not enough time for her to carry out her mission.

Now though, as they setup a small primitive camp as small groups went out, patrolling the area. It didn't take much effort for her to get inside the camp and sneak around. However, it did take her awhile to find the man's own personal tent.

Slowly, Kinvara parted the flaps to his tent and looked inside. Her eyes instantly looked onto the large male shaped lump on the bed. A quick scan of the rest of the tent made it clear that she was the only one beside her target present. As she moved closer to the bed, she pulled a hidden knife from her sleeve and raised it into the air.

Without a sound, she brought it down upon the figure repeatedly in the head, neck and into his side. Reaching forward, she gripped the sheet covering his body and tugged it away.

It was her target.

'Such a shame, for one so handsome to have incur the Lord of Light's anger.' Kinvara thought as she brushed her hand down his cheek.

"If that were actually me, I might just let you touch me." Spinning around, she went to stab her blade into the owner of the voices abdomen. Only to find another hand gripping her wrist tightly, stopping the knife mere inches away from piercing the skin. "Hello, follower of R'hllor."

"You." She turned around to face the figure on the bed, only for her to see pillows in its place.

"So R'hllor sent you to kill me." Hadrian said after reading her mind. "I'm honoured, truly. Even more so that he spent such a beautiful woman to do so." Kinvara jerked head away when Hadrian's caressed her cheek with the back of his free hand. This act only made him chuckle in amusment.

"Go on then, get it over with. Kill me." Raising an eyebrow, Hadrian freed her hand and walked towards the bed. He moved the pillows round and began removing his clothing until he was only in his Basilisk-hide pants. Despite herself, Kinvara found her eyes fixated upon his well-defined torso.

"Don't tempt me." Hadrian replied blandly as he laid down upon his bed. "The only reason I haven't killed you yet, is because I know what you really desire." Kinvara narrowed her eyes at the man. If he thought she could be easily swayed from her loyalty to R'hllor, then he was grossly underestimating her and overestimating himself.

Hadrian locked eyes with her and instantly found himself in a world engulfed in flames. Her mind was practically focused entirely upon it. He instantly noticed it for what it was, a very powerful Compulsion Charm mixed with what seemed to be a bastardized Horcrux. It held the soul, but also a bit of its power as well.

'Interesting. This is very powerful Arcane Magic, it creates fanatical loyalty for those it is a part of. Very difficult to break as well.' He channelled quite a large amount of his magic into her mind and instantly the fires dimmed into nothingness. 'And done.' No wonder the Lord of Light was seen as the weakest God, he needed a lot of followers to make up for his lack of power.

Pulling out of her mind after a thorough scan of it, Hadrian turned to regard Kinvara more closely now. Her skin became much healthier and her hair became much smoother and much darker in colour. It seemed the Arcane Magic used, was also stealing her life force to fuel it.

"You only joined the faith of R'hllor to learn the magic they possess. You were never loyal to any God, you didn't believe in them. What you didn't know was that to learn the magic of R'hllor, you had to gain part of his soul. Thus, you became fanatically loyal to him." Kinvara clutched her head slightly as she scrunched her eyes in pain. "I removed that loyalty and his soul, but the power he put into you is still there."

Groaning, Kinvara dropped to her knees in pain. Hadrian smirked and stood up from the bed.

"What is your desire now, Kinvara?" The woman looked up at him with distrust clear in her eyes. Hadrian continued to smirk down at her. "Ah, I see. You wish to learn the magic that I use, don't you?"

"Yes." Her voice was but a whisper as she rose to her feet.

"Then, Kinvara. Rise as the first of my Wraiths." Kinvara bowed as she accepted that while she had just escaped the servitude of one master, she now served another. At least this time she had done it of her own free will.

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Black Dothrak hadn't changed at all since his short time away from it. The walls were a tiny bit higher, and the crops had been harvested. The farmers going about their usual work and planting new crops to replace those that had been harvested. Unlike most farms, Hadrian had his farmers harvest whatever crops were ripe, even if they were the only ones that were ripe.

Nothing else had changed.

Reaching the wall, Hadrian looked up at the guards on the wall. Instantly they opened the gates allowing Hadrian, Kinvara, Drargo and the Dothraki inside. The Unsullied on the other hand, stayed outside due to his insistence.

Dismounting, Hadrian handed the reins of his horse – a beautiful beast with dark, midnight fur – to one of the Lhazareen's and then turned walked up onto the wall. Kinvara and Drargo followed him.

"Unsullied." The killing machines stood to attention simultaneously. "You've been slaves your entire life. You were expected to live and die as slaves. I offer you something more than a simple life of killing. I offer you freedom." Kinvara turned to her new master in shock, she didn't know what he was doing but allowing the Unsullied freedom would mean less capable fighters. "If you no longer wish to fight, lay down your weapons and enter my city now."

None of the Unsullied moved, each staring up at Hadrian. Then one of the Unsullied began slamming the butt of his spear into the ground. More Unsullied copied this action until all ten thousand were slamming their spears into the ground repeatedly.

Smirking, Hadrian turned to Kinvara who was looking upon the Unsullied in shock. "Have some faith in me, Kinvara. Drargo has no problem with that." The former Red Priestess looked towards Drargo who was staring at her smugly.

Kinvara glared at the Drargo, the Dothraki had made his dislike for her very clear in the short few weeks that they had been together. At first she had cared very little for it, but now it was just getting annoying.

Hadrian watched the interaction with amusment. "Open the gate." He shouted and with it, the Unsullied marched inside. Thankfully, Black Dothrak had many houses that were vacant as Hadrian had planned for such an event. Though, more houses would have to be built beyond the wall due to the steady flow of Lhazareen's.

Speaking of the Lhazareen's, maybe he could begin expanding his empire out from Black Dothrak to encompass Lhazar. Though he would have to make sure that the Dosh Khaleen were dealt with. They had begun meddling in his affairs recently.

It had first been simple things such as, sending riders out to tell him he had been summoned. No one commanded Hadrian Orion Black to do anything and these old crones believed they could. It was blasphemy! After he had failed to bend to their will and dance to their tune, they began sending large Khalasar's to deal with him. Each numbering twenty thousand or so.

As of recently, they had stopped doing these things. Probably because the remaining Khal's with large Khalasar's had grown a brain and decided that going against Hadrian and his incredibly large Khalasar was not in their best interests.

Speaking of Khal's, one Khal Drogo had managed to gain a very large Khalasar numbering forty thousand. Apparently one Illyrio Mopatis had gotten in touch with the Khal and offered him a wife in the form of Daenerys Targaryen. This fact alone didn't bother him, but when Drogo took his new wife to Vaes Dothrak as was custom should Drogo get his wife pregnant. If the Dosh Khaleen ordered Drogo to attack Black Dothrak then it could cripple his army indefinitely and could take years for it to fully recover. He couldn't allow that.

The Dosh Khaleen had to be dealt with soon.

As Hadrian, Drargo and Kinvara multiple former slaves came towards the three and praised the emerald eyed Wizard for giving them a safe haven. It wasn't surprising to be honest, every city in Essos dealt with slavery one way or another. Every master had at least a hundred slaves minimum, keeping track of them all wasn't easy and therefore more than few could escape quite easily. They just never did because of the fact that there was no safe haven to go to.

Now small groups of escaped slaves were seeking shelter in Black Dothrak, at least a hundred slaves per day would turn up. Soon, Hadrian would need a new town or city to look after.

Entering the Great Hall, the group of three moved up to the top floor where he and his council would meet. The council was small for now, he had the mayor of Black Dothrak, Mirri Maz Duur. Her job was to deal with the minor issues of Black Dothrak's population, this meant that Hadrian could focus on the bigger issues. Not only that, but it was her job to see each person to an equal share of food, a job and find a home for the newcomers.

Then there was Drargo, his second in command and eventually one of the generals of his army. With time, Hadrian's army would grow in size and therefore Hadrian couldn't be the sole leader. Drargo would then gain his own army and would have the mission of conquering cities and defending his empire.

Finally was an elderly Dothraki known as, Rhazo. He didn't speak much, only ever speaking when he had something to input into their meetings. Other than that, he kept to himself. His job was to keep track of the army. To make sure that the men/women were doing their assigned mission, been fed enough and also getting the training they needed. He also took into account their requests if they wished to be transferred from one assignment to the other. His stern, but also considerate personality made him very suited to the profession and the results spoke for themselves.

That was it so far for his council, but Mirri Maz Duur had hired multiple trustworthy individuals to do some more of her own jobs. She had one of the Lhazareen that would keep track of the amount of food been produced, the amount of people working and also the complaints and requests of the workers.

Then, she had six people that would listen to the complaints of the common folk and they were also the one to put forth laws and so on. They were also in charge of making sure that if any laws were broken by an individual, that they were punished.

Mirri Maz Duur was the one that kept track of the amount of people entering the city and assigned them the jobs that best suited them, but also the ones they wished to have. She was the one who also distributed the food amongst everyone and assigned them their own homes as well.

"So," Hadrian took a seat at the head of the table, with Drargo taking the one beside him. Mirri Maz Duur was on Hadrian's opposite side with Rhazo directly across from him. Not knowing where to go, Kinvara moved to stand behind him. "What has happened in my absence?"

Rhazo made a small motion of his hand. It was a motion all had agreed on that indicated that they had something to say. No one else could speak until they had repeated the motion.

"Your army now numbers one hundred thousand. Seventy-five thousand of which, are all Dothraki, the remaining twenty-five thousand consist of former slaves. However, I don't know the exact number of how many Unsullied you have brought with you. Either way, I will have the slaves spend some time training with the elder Unsullied as to gain more experience." Hadrian nodded his head and with that, Rhazo made the same hand motion.

Mirri Maz Duur was next as the final member of the council that had yet to speak. "We have gained an abundance of food and our storages are never going below dangerous levels. However, with the arrival of the Unsullied, we now have no extra space for any slave that should arrive."

For a few moments, she paused as to allow Hadrian to think of possible solutions to this.

Then she continued. "There are no complaints and very little in the terms of crimes. Some of the newer Dothraki have attacked a few Lhazareen, but they have been punished. The main problem though, is the shortage of space for any slaves wishing to seek refuge."

"That problem will soon be solved." Hadrian said. He stood up and placed one finger on the table. His finger was placed on Qarth and then it moved to New Ghis. "Qarth currently has the smallest number of slaves out of all the cities in Essos, around twenty-five thousand. It has an overall population of six hundred thousand. However, from what Jaqen has reported, it can hold up to a million before it begins to overflow."

"You plan to take the city then?" Rhazo asked rhetorically while also stroking his long, greying beard. "What of its military power?"

Hadrian smirked, Rhazo had been one of the few Dothraki hat spent the time learning proper military tactics. He also knew about the power that knowledge held.

"Its military numbers around twenty thousand men, barely enough to man all the battlements without spreading themselves thin. However, it is a city designed to be man with both a large amount of soldiers, but also a minimum amount of soldiers." With this information, Hadrian then moved his finger to New Ghis. "New Ghis on the other hand has a large amount of slaves, two hundred thousand."

"Freeing them would increase the amount of workers we have." Mirri noted. "More workers, more food, more soldiers." The last two words she said while looking at Rhazo and Drargo who looked pleased by this. Despite the changes to their culture and lifestyle, they were still warriors at heart.

"They have more soldiers than Qarth, thirty-six thousand to be exact and they are much better fighters. They also have a navy, something we lack." Drargo and Rhazo looked a little pale when they fought of the sea. "A full frontal assault on New Ghis is not in our best interests as there walls will be much better defended, Qarth on the other hand we can starve them out. Their source of food relies mostly on trade with very small farms providing only a little food every year."

"Cut off their food supply and then we can starve them out." Hadrian nodded his head.

"This is the plan…" He went into depth on what he had in mind. Rhazo and Drargo offered their own input before Hadrian stood to his feet, the others copied this. "You all know what to do." The three councilmembers bowed and left the room leaving Kinvara and Hadrian alone.

"You trust me enough to allow me to listen in on your future plans?" Kinvara asked. Hadrian snorted in amusment as he stood up and turned to face her.

"Hardly." Hadrian took walked towards her and Kinvara moved backwards until her back collided with the wall even then, Hadrian continued until he had her pinned between the wall and body. "What I trust," He cupped her cheek and Kinvara blushed at the contact. His hands were calloused, but gentle. "Is your desire for knowledge and your desire to live. You tell anyone." He leaned down so his breath caressed her ear making her shiver in pleasure. "And I'll make you beg for death."

Then he pulled away and walked towards the exit.

"Get something to eat and then go to sleep. Your training will begin at first light." Then he was gone leaving a terrified, but equally aroused Kinvara behind.

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The first thing Kinvara noticed when she awoke, was the fact she was staring into a pair of wide and curious brown eyes. The eyes of a child. Pulling away, she took note that the child was very small and seemed to be just on the verge of malnutrition. No doubt she had been born into slavery and was only just recovering from the life she had suffered.

"Hello." The child smiled and then tugged at her hand, Kinvara took this as a sign of the child wanting her to get out of bed and so she did. The fact she was naked didn't bother her very much, never had. The child smiled up at her and then indicated towards the pile of clothes in the corner. "You want me to change into them?" The child nodded his/her head – Kinvara couldn't really tell as the child didn't have any features associated with a singular gender – and the former Red Priestess began getting changed into the clothes.

The fabric of the clothes was very peculiar. As she brushed her fingers over it, she got the distinct feeling leather, though it was much firmer and felt like scales. Putting them on, she looked down at herself and noticed that they were incredibly baggy and far too big for her petite and lithe frame.

To her fascination, the clothes began shrinking and moulding to suit her body perfectly. They were tight-fitting like her previous clothes, though they were all black and as she pinched the fabric, she noticed how they felt like a second skin.

'Amazing.' Before she could continue marvelling at the clothing, the child gripped one of her hands and began pulling her out of the Great Hall. For the first time, Kinvara felt a real smile cross her features, not one of the fake ones that she usually put on. They walked through the streets in the early morning as the sun was just beginning to rise. Only a few people were out doing their jobs and she was amazed at how they acted.

They joked and talked with each other like they were the best of friends. Each performing their assigned tasks, while having fun. It was amazing really, the fact that Hadrian had only started been a person of note just over a year ago made it even more amazing.

Soon they came across a large training ground. There were quite a large number of former slaves practising drills and whatnot under the instruction of a few Unsullied. A few Dothraki were also around training. Though they trained by fighting one another constantly. Then, she saw her new master.

He was fighting four Dothraki warriors simultaneously and was winning. Surrounding them was a semicircle of former slaves and Dothraki cheering on the five fighters. All of them were topless wearing only leather pants, though Hadrian's seemed to be made of the same fabric as hers.

The fight didn't last much longer after that, Hadrian efficiently dispatching the four of them with minor effort. Once he had done, Hadrian helped one of them to their feet while laughing. He moved towards the crowd and took two small bags from Drargo before moving back to the men. Giving them all his insight on their fighting styles.

"You overreach when you go for a horizontal slash, it puts you off balance." With his critical analyse of the four men's fighting style, he turned to face Kinvara and the child. Drargo took note of this and with a quick glare in her direction, turned to three Dothraki and indicated for them to fight.

"Master." Kinvara bowed and Hadrian smiled at her before turning to the child.

He crouched down and ruffled the child's hair, much to his or her delight. "Thank you, Qiri." So the child was in actual fact a girl, and seemed to hold a form of hero worship for Hadrian. Not that she could blame her, if someone had freed her from a life of slavery, then she would have been eternally grateful, in fact Hadrian had saved her. "This is yours." He pulled out a small bag and Kinvara just managed to see gold inside of it. "Run along now, I'm sure your mother wants to see you."

The girl nodded and rushed off leaving the two behind.

"She doesn't speak much, does she?" Kinvara asked as the two walked towards a more secluded area.

Hadrian shook his head in response. "No, when she was but a baby, her mother's master grew tired of her constant crying and had her tongue removed. She nearly died, but she was strong and grasped onto life, not letting it go." Kinvara felt her anger grow to new heights at this singular act, to cut the tongue of a baby was something that she would make them pay dearly for.

"How could they?!" Hadrian regarded her curiously before a smirk crossed his handsome features.

"One thing you should know by now, is that all humans are capable of atrocious acts. It's all a matter of whether we have the desire and the ability to do those things. Give people reason and the chance and I guarantee you, that they will all do it, even the honourable ones when pushed too far." Kinvara slowly nodded her head in agreement.

Eventually, they came to a stop and Hadrian turned to face the former Red Priestess.

"So, what do you plan to teach me?" Kinvara inquired curiously.

"You have an unnatural affinity for fire due to your past relations with R'hllor. All fire based magic will come easily to you, but first I need to test something." He crouched down while pulling a bag from his side free. He opened it up and then reached in.

He then placed the contents of the bag on the floor and Kinvara looked at the numerous sticks. Each were very well-made and seemed to be crafted by a master craftsmen.

"These are wands." He picked up one of the longer wands and she took note of how his magic seemed to flow into the wand. "I want to see if your magic can respond to it in a similar way to mine can.

"What do you mean? Why shouldn't my magic respond to them, yours does?" Hadrian gave her a smile that said she didn't quite understand his meaning.

"My magic is different to yours. While you use the magic that is around you, I use magic that is inside me. From what I can sense, you also have magic inside you though it is unrefined and untrained." While still confused, she got the basic idea of what he was saying. "Simply pick up one of the wands and we shall see which one responds to you."

It didn't take long until she found her wand. It was the fifth one she picked up and something about it just called to her, she felt like she had been missing part of her and was now finally reunited with it for the first time.

"Now that is a good wand you got there, a powerful one as well." He looked at the wand closer before looking up at Kinvara. "Cedar wood, perfect for those who are perceptive and perspicacity. The owners of wands made from this wood don't normally look that impressive in fighting terms, but are in fact dangerous adversaries. A slightly above average length for a wand, which represents your personality. The wand itself is nice and supple showing that you are willing to adapt."

Kinvara looked at her wand closely, as if truly seeing it for the first time. Did her wand really represent that much about her personality?

"Now for the core, a Dragon heartstring. A core that will produce very powerful wands and from past experience I can tell you that they will greatly increase your power and control over fire based spells." Hadrian placed the wands back into the bag and stood up, with the first wand he had picked up in his hand.

"What of your wand?" Kinvara asked and Hadrian raised his up.

"My wand is known as the most powerful wand in existence. The Elder Wand, created by the Many-Faced God himself, who is also known as Death." Kinvara looked at the Elder Wand with something akin to trepidation as she gained an inkling on just how powerful her master was. "It is made of Elder wood, fifteen inches long and has a Thestral Tail-hair core. Now then, enough about that. Let's begin your lessons shall we?"

Kinvara nodded her head as Hadrian moved further away from her.

"Now then, I will teach you the three most basic rules of magic. Will, intent and imagination. When doing magic you have to will something to happen. You have to desire that thing to happen with every fibre of your being. You need intent as you need to be determined for your magic to do as you will it. Imagination is needed as your magic needs to see what you want to happen so that it may do as you wish it. These three things allow you to use your magic."

Kinvara nodded her head as she raised her wand into the air as to copy Hadrian's own action.

"Now, I'm going to fire multiple spells at you until you can form a shield to block them." Before she had time to even respond, Hadrian fired mutliple stinging hexes that Kinvara leaped to one side to just barely avoid them. "Ah, ah, ah. No dodging, form a shield."

Steadying her breathing, Kinvara gripped her wand and placed it in front of her. Two stinging hexes came at her, but nothing formed to protect her and so she grunted as they struck her.

As her lesson continued, Kinvara was reminded of one saying that she had overheard from a group of commoners one day. Pain is a great motivator.

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A month passed quickly for the former Red Priestess as she spent most of her time practising her magic. Most of the time Hadrian would be with her, but sometimes Hadrian wouldn't be present as he had over things that required his attention.

As for her skills in magic, Hadrian had been correct in saying that she had an aptitude for fire spells. After learning the basics of Transfiguration, which was the art of turning one object into something else temporarily, – as the magic put into it would eventually run out – Hadrian began to teach her fire based magic. Most of it was based off a single spell, 'Incendio' and then it was about manipulating the fire produced from it in different ways, through the use of Transfiguration. However, Hadrian had also begun teaching her a spell called, 'Fiendfyre.' A branch of magic that had a destructive potential similar to Wildfire.

Currently, she was stood in the Great Hall with seven other individuals. Hadrian was one of them, as was Drargo and two Dothraki. Finally there was the Unsullied commander, Grey Curse and two Unsullied.

Hadrian stepped forth and held out a rope. "Each of you grab hold of this." Everyone did so without hesitation, Hadrian's magic had never done anything to harm them and they doubted he would change that now. "Potter." Then they were gone, it was as if they had never been there to begin with.

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Hadrian sat in the centre of the Temple of the Dosh Khaleen. It was one of the few prominent permanent buildings in Vaes Dothrak and it left much to be desired. The only thing that made it special was because of the old crones that ruled from here. That's what they did, ruled under the guise of advising. Ultimately, they were the true Dothraki rulers, not the Khal's.

That was about to change.

Already, Drargo and the two Dothraki with him had gone to find the Dosh Khaleen and he could feel them walking this way from their bedchambers. A quick glance around the room reminded him that he was alone.

Smirking, Hadrian turned to watch as the Dosh Khaleen were roughly dragged into the room. "Welcome." He spread his arms wide in greeting as he stood up and allowed the Dothraki to push the Dosh Khaleen to the ground. "I'm sure you know who I am, but if you don't. "My name is Hadrian Orion Black, also known as Khal Hadrian." He bowed and gave the woman a cocksure grin that made a small number of them blush.

"You are no Khal!" The High Priestess of the Dosh Khaleen spat out before one of the Dothraki punched her in the face.

Hadrian raised one hand, stopping the same Dothraki from hitting her once more. "Now, that wasn't very nice. It hurt me, right here." He pointed to his heart. "Well," shooting to his feet, he began walking around the Dosh Khaleen. "Can any of you tell me why I'm here? No one, well that is disappointing." He turned to Drargo and the Dothraki and saw the mirth dancing in their eyes.

"Can't believe you command the Khal's." Drargo sneered at the women getting glares in response.

"We only advise the Khal's, we do not command them to do anything." One of the Dosh Khaleen argued getting eye roles from the men.

"Please, do you think you're fooling anyone." Hadrian drew the attention back to himself. "You only advise them to do what you want them to do, just like when you sent their Khalasar's to destroy my city. Thanks for that by the way, the numbers you provided for me have proved invaluable. For that reason I won't kill you." The Dosh Khaleen looked relieved by this.

"Then why did you come?" The High Priestess questioned and Hadrian looked at her.

"Just to warn you that I can sneak in here without anyone knowing and that I could kill you at any time. Think about the next time you try to have me or the people of my city killed." He warned and then left the temple, the Dothraki followed after him.

"Who does he think he is?!" One of the Dosh Khaleen hissed in anger.

"We should have Khal Drogo kill him, he will show that foreigner what it means to be a true Khal." The High Priestess looked at the two widows and shook her head in disappointment.

"We will do nothing for now." The High Priestess stopped the rest of the Dosh Khaleen from joining in on their little scheme. A scheme that would result in all their deaths. "Khal Hadrian will meet his end one day, it is just a matter of time."

"I doubt that." The Dosh Khaleen wiped round and looked at Kinvara in shock, their eye then taking into account the sight of the other three Unsullied. The three widows on the outside were impaled with spears before they could even utter a sound and the rest made a run for the door. Only to two made it through before flames sprouted up in between them and the doorway. Another screamed in pain as her skin slowly melted away from her bones, while the remaining three Dosh Khaleen's moved back towards the centre of the temple.

"Meagi!" The High Priestess screamed in outrage at Kinvara.

"I am but the apprentice." Kinvara walked forwards as the flames that surrounded the Dosh Khaleen split apart before reforming. "My master is the man you plan to kill, but you won't live long enough to do anything with that."

"Khal Hadrian said he would let us live!" The High Priestess was the only one that could find her voice after what had just happened.

"No." Kinvara countered. "He said that he wouldn't kill you, he didn't say anything about the rest of us." Brandishing his wand, all the flames in the temple convened upon the three final members of the Dosh Khaleen. They barely even had time to scream before they died.

For a few moments, she and the Unsullied watched as the Dosh Khaleen burned to death before Kinvara got rid of the flames with a single flick of her wand. Then the four of them left the temple and out into the open air.

Hadrian sat on the steps with Drargo on a few steps below him. As for the two Dothraki, they were just pulling their Arakh's from the dead bodies of the Dosh Khaleen that managed to escape.

Kinvara moved down to stand on the step that Hadrian was on and looked out onto the thousands of tents surrounding the temple. None had seen the flames, partly in fact due to Hadrian placing an illusion around the temple to make it seem as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

"Is it done?" Hadrian didn't even turn to look at her when she nodded her head. "Good." He stood to his feet and raised his wand into the air. From it, a red spark shot into the air.

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Rhazo followed the red sparks into the air with his eyes. His eyes hardened as he raised a horn to his lips while taking a deep breath. Closing his eyes, he released all the air that had been built up and a large sound resonated through the air.

The very ground shook as thousands of Dothraki screamed as they rode past him down towards Vaes Dothrak. Quickly and efficiently, they rounded up every single inhabitant in the village and dragged them towards the temple, where Hadrian stood waiting. He looked over each and every single person within his eyesight, his mental probe searching into their minds for any information of worth.

"My name is Hadrian Orion Black. Khal of Black Dothrak." His voice extremely loud due the amplifying charm he placed upon himself. "I have taken Vaes Dothrak as my own, the Dosh Khaleen are no more." He nodded his head and Drargo pushed the burnt and charred bodies of the Dosh Khaleen down the stairs and onto the ground.

Many Dothraki screamed and cursed his name because of this, but it mattered very little to him.

"Silence!" He roared and instantly any noise from the crowd was silenced. "Get on your knees and accept me as the new ruler of Vaes Dothrak. My word is law and you will do as I command."

He gave them all a few minutes to come up with their choice on whether this is what they want. Quite a few of them dropped to their knees, mainly the slaves and the traders.

Nodding his head, Hadrian continued. "For those of you still standing you have three choices. First, you join the rest and kneel. Second, you leave Vaes Dothrak and never return. Or third, you die." A few more dropped to their knees while the vast majority of those standing turned and left. However, there were still a few who stood staring at Hadrian defiantly.

Seeing this, Hadrian nodded his head and those Dothraki loyal to him killed those standing. They were quick and painless, as to honour them for their bravery.

"Slaves of Vaes Dothrak." The slaves lifted their heads up and stared at Hadrian. "You are no longer going to be without freedom, you are free!" There was a loud cheer and Hadrian watched it all with a smile upon his face.

Things were finally falling into place.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed the chapter and please let me know what you did and what you didn't so that I can take into account what you have to say. It will mean a lot and will help me to make this story more enjoyable for you.