Lots of people are seemingly a bit annoyed at Luke marrying Valarra. I get it, she's not Westerosi, she's not Dany or Sansa or Margaery or any of those that will probably help in the future, but she plays a role in the story and I'll ask you to trust me. This is chapter 3 of a 75 chapter story, so we are still very early on!

In any case, Luke makes it to Pentos here and meets his siblings! Let's get straight into it.

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While the main host of the Golden Company was gathering near the ruined city of Ghoyan Drohe under the command of Black Balaq, Luke had taken only Jon and a handful of his most loyal sellswords further West, and they entered the Free City of Pentos through the Sunrise Gate and kept moving westwards.

Luke had only been to Magister Illyrio's manse twice before. Once as a toddler when he first arrived in Essos after being smuggled out of King's Landing, and once after earning his knighthood to listen in on a meeting that the former commander Myles Toyne had had with the magisters of Pentos. The gates to his sea view manse were still the same as he remembered though, with the pot-bellied Unsullied guarding the main gates.

"Stop." One of them said in bastard Valyrian. "Nobody is to enter Magister Illyrio's palace."

"He'll want to see me." Luke said, not allowing the famed soldiers to intimidate him with their spears. "Tell the Magister that the Company wish to speak with him."

One of the Unsullied began barking something in Ghiscari that Luke couldn't understand, but the very man that Luke wanted to see was walking towards them before the Unsullied could do a thing.

"Lord Connington!" He said graciously, arms wide in a greeting. "What a pleasant surprise to see you in Pentos on this fine, sunny day."

"Magister." Jon greeted with his teeth clenched. Luke smirked at the interaction, knowing that Connington didn't think very highly of the fat cheesemonger.

"Come, welcome to my palace once more, Prince Lucerys." The Pentoshi said, greeting Luke with an awkward hug once the gates were opened. "What a fine surprise."

"Where is my brother?" Luke demanded to know. "Where is my sister?"

"In time." The man said diplomatically. "You must be tired from the road my friends. Come, let me get you settled in your rooms and you can have baths drawn, and we shall meet for a drink this evening."

The group of sellswords were led up to the manse and taken by servants to rooms. Luke had a rather attractive girl bathing him, barely 16 years of age. Once he had been scrubbed with a whole range of scents and lotions, Luke was surprised yet grateful to see a rich set of clothes fit for a noble set out, black with red details down the sides, the colours of his house. He was led to a large chamber where Illyrio was already sat with Jon Connington, who had also changed into his house colours, white and red.

"Very Westerosi." Luke said dryly as he sat down and allowed one of the slaves to pour him some wine.

"I thought it would make you feel at home, my Prince." Illyrio told him. "My Lord." He nodded to Jon in addition.

"I'm the Lord of nothing now, cheesemonger." Jon said gruffly.

"For now." Luke said quickly. "When we take back out throne I shall insist that your seat and lands be given back to you, Jon."

Jon didn't smile, but he nodded his head in appreciation. Illyrio smiled widely. "Now." The Magister began. "I must ask, why are you here now? This was not the plan."

"The plan." Jon laughed bitterly. "The plan was to arrange marriages with Westerosi Houses. The plan was to give Dorne a King and a Princess, as well as the Reach a Prince. Not to give a Dothraki horde our best bargaining chip."

Luke wasn't sure what Jon meant, but kept quiet for now. "An unfortunate turn of events for sure, but the young King grew restless, and you turned him away."

"Toyne turned him away." Jon argued. "The boy was a fool."

They were talking about Viserys, Luke realised. He remembered a few years back when Myles Toyne had sent him on a diplomatic mission with the former paymaster Harry Strickland to recruit men in Myr, to only come back and hear whispers of the Beggar Prince. He had raged at the former Captain-General for weeks afterwards for not allowing him to see his brother.

"He was desperate." Illyrio shrugged the insult off. "And I hear that your charge broke this pact before we did."

"With no help from me." Jon muttered.

"I was not aware of any pact." Luke answered strongly, defending himself against both of the other occupants of the room. "But in any case, the power of Lys stands with me, a Free City willing to pay for a host of men willing to cross the Narrow Sea, not a horse pack that are frightened by a bit of salt water. This plan with the Dothraki will not work."

"This plan brings 40,000 screamers to our King's side." Illyrio had a fake smile on his face.

"My King." Luke said sharply. "Or are you willing to swear fealty for the entirety of Pentos to House Targaryen and make us the Eight Kingdoms?"

Illyrio stared at Luke for a few moments, and so Luke stared back not backing down. Illyrio broke the contest, laughing aloud. "Ah Ser Connington, you've done a fine job with this one. He is a commander, a leader. He will be very useful when we take back the throne."

Luke felt patronised but said nothing. Instead he took a sip of his drink. "I've raised him to be a King, as I was tasked to do by his brother, Rhaegar."

"Before it was known who we could save." Illyrio pointed out. "Nevertheless, he will make an excellent hand to King Viserys…"

The door opened, and a young girl poked her head around the door. Luke's eyes widened in realisation and he could only stare. "Magister." She said.

"Yes, Princess." Illyrio smiled widely.

"I… sorry, I didn't realise you had visitors." Daenerys Targaryen said shyly.

Illyrio shook his head. "Nonsense. Come child, meet my guests." He said. Luke saw Jon look at the Pentoshi in disbelief. "You may have heard of Jon Connington."

Dany nodded. "Viserys told me you were our older brother's friend Ser. It is an honour." She curtseyed.

"The honour is mine, Princess." Jon nodded politely.

"And… ah I'm afraid this may be difficult for you, Princess." Illyrio admitted bashfully. "You see… for yours and your brother's protection we had to spread a little falsehood around the world. What is it you know of your family?"

Dany looked confused. "My Father was murdered by his guard. My Mother died in childbirth with me, and I had three brothers but two died so Viserys is all that I have left." She answered.

Luke stood up and his royal purple coloured pupils met her own violet eyes. "No, Princess." He answered softly. "To protect our family I was spirited away, and news of my death spread to deceive our enemies. I am your brother, Lucerys."

In a rare moment of unladylike behaviour, Dany had run off at the revelation. Illyrio had made to go after her, but Lucerys had insisted he should be the one to go. He followed her to her room to find the door left slightly ajar. Opening it slowly, Luke peered in to see Daenerys at the balcony staring out to the Narrow Sea.

"I often come here and imagine crossing. To see King's Landing and our Father's throne." Dany said quietly, somehow knowing it was him. "Viserys would tell me all about it. All about our family and what was taken from us both." She turned to face him, her cheeks wet with tears. "He told me you were dead."

"He thought it true." Luke told her, stepping forwards to narrow the distance between them. "Everybody did. I was hidden away deep within the Golden Company for years, training under another name, having to dye my hair a certain blue to stop my eyes from looking Valyrian, always on the move with a sellsword army because it was too dangerous to show who I really was." He spat bitterly. "But I was told everything too. I learnt our histories in addition to the little I actually remember. All I wanted was to be with Viserys and you, Daenerys. All I wanted was a family."

Dany smiled softly. "I want to call it madness, I want to believe you're one of the Usurper's hired knives trying to kill us both, but I can feel it in my bones." They were inches apart now, and Dany lifter her hand to touch Lucerys' cheek. "You are my brother."

Luke smiled, emotions beginning to get the better of him. "Yes, sweet sister. I am." He leant down and hugged her tightly, feeling her arms cling to his neck. He lifted her into the air with ease, she was so skinny and so light. Placing her down again, he reached out to the side of her face and tucked her hair behind her ear. "You must tell me everything about your life. I've only heard snippets."

"Our life has been all over the place." Dany admitted with a laugh. As brave as she'd ever been, she took his hand firmly and led him back into the room, sitting him down in a chair. She told him all about her early memories in Braavos with Ser Willem Darry and the red door, and she told him about being forced out of that house and moving from city to city, having to eventually sell jewels and a crown to survive. The story about the crown made Luke grow angry, but he kept his cool for the sake of his sister and told her about Lys.

"I won the crown back." He told her as Dany finished her Lys story.

"You did?" She asked.

Luke nodded. "I'd just taken over the Company and heard a rumour about two foreign exiles having to sell a priceless heirloom for a few gold coins. Jon guessed it was you and Viserys and I had to do something. Luckily Myr wanted better dominion over the Disputed Lands and gave us a contract. So I sacked the city and won us back our Mother's crown."

Dany looked gleeful. "So you are the sea demon! Have you got it with you?" She asked eagerly.

Sadly, Luke shook his head. "It's safe in our tower though." He admitted. "You can come and see it soon."

Dany's tone grew sadder at those words. "I can't though. I'm to wed Khal Drogo of the Dothraki."

Luke felt bitter but held his angry tongue. "You want this?"

Dany seemed almost torn. She opened her mouth to speak a couple of times before saying. "I will do what I must for our House."

That was the end of the conversation it seemed, as just as Luke went to open his mouth to counter, a servant came in.

"My Princess, My Prince. Magister Illyrio has called for you to join him for supper." The man said. "Prince Viserys will be joining us."

Dany smiled. "Thank you." She said sweetly. Standing, she gestured for Luke to rise and she placed her hand upon one of his biceps. "You can escort me to dinner, brother." She said cheekily. Laughing aloud, Luke let Dany lead him towards the hall of the manse.

It was a bit of a quiet dinner that night from what Luke was used to, but he didn't care one jolt. The hour was growing late and Viserys still hadn't arrived, but Luke was telling Dany all about his adventures with the Golden Company. They were laughing about Myles Toyne winning a war thanks to out drinking an opposing general when the doors to the hall burst open to reveal another Valyrian looking man. Luke turned and saw his older brother for the first time in over 15 years.

"Illyrio!" He exclaimed, already half drunk by the looks of it. "That Lyseni girl you gave me is an absolute delight! The tongue on her…" He quickly realised that they had guests. "I wasn't aware we had guests." Viserys added, narrowing his eyes in suspicion at Jon. "Ser Connington, what a surprise."

"Your Grace." Jon bowed his head briefly.

"How long has it been, a few years?" Viserys asked.

The greying Connington corrected him. "4 years."

Viserys nodded. "That's right. I drank a toast when news of Toyne's death reached me, the arrogant fool." Luke clenched his teeth and bit back his anger at the insult of his deceased mentor. "I suppose you now lead the company? Have you come to swear yourself to my cause now?"

"I don't lead, I only follow." Jon answered calmly.

"I lead." Luke told him firmly, standing up from beside Dany."

Viserys narrowed his eyes inquisitively. "I don't know you." He said slowly. "Dany aren't you going to introduce me?"

Daenerys sipped her water. "This is Lucerys, Viserys. Isn't it wonderful! Our brother didn't die after all, he's here and has an army!"

Luke took a step towards his brother gingerly. "Hello brother." He said softly.

Viserys looked incredulous, but then burst out into an erratic laughter. "What nonsense is this?" Viserys laughed. "My fool brother was kicked in the head as a child and died instantly, my mother mourned him for months right up until her death! It is a vicious lie!" He was shouting at the end, shaking with anger.

"I was smuggled away." Luke answered. "And hidden to keep the Usurper from finding us all."

Viserys withdrew his sword and held it steadily under Luke's neck. "I don't like being lied too." He whispered menacingly. Luke stood firm however, staring into his brother's lilac eyes. Viserys must have done the same, as he stepped back and dropped his sword arm to his side, his eyes wide in recognition. "Mother always loved the colour of your eyes." He told Luke slowly, realisation setting in. "They were the same colour as her Grandfather's, she said. I often looked at you to see something she loved so much." His sword dropped to the floor, and he held his arms wide. Luke grinned, and welcomed the hug. They both clapped each other's backs happily before pulling away with smiles on their faces. Viserys looked around to see concern on Jon's face, but happiness on Dany's and Illyrio's. "Well then, let us feast to this miraculous reunion!"

The food was incredible as to be expected from one of the richest men in the world, and they all relaxed into what was more of a lounge area for some wine. Illyrio had brought out one of the finer Dornish reds in his collection and had the servant girl that had bathed him earlier pour it out.

"A fine wine to remind you of your home continent." Illyrio had said as Viserys' cup was the last to be filled. The elder Targaryen grinned, pulling the girl onto his lap and began to fondle her breasts, and Luke presumed that this was his Lyseni woman.

"So, you run the Golden Company now?" Viserys asked, pinching a nipple through the soft fabric.

Luke nodded. "After Myles Toyne died it was decided I was old enough, and although some questioned it I beat all others at the choosing."

Viserys was pleased. "How many men?"

"22,000 as it stands." Jon answered, knowing more about the finer details of the Company. "More join all the time though, thanks to Luke's successes."

"He was the one that sacked Lys, Viserys." Dany answered happily, sat on the same sofa as her youngest brother. "He won back mother's crown!"

"And a Valyrian Steel sword along the way." Luke grinned, patting at Jon's sword Truth, still in its scabbard on the table beside Luke. Jon had insisted on leaving Blackfyre at camp and giving Truth to the Targaryen leader, knowing that Luke wouldn't give it up and that Viserys would have insisted it belonged to him.

Viserys nodded. "Impressive." He admitted. "I'm still unsure of how you survived King's Landing though, brother. And why it was only you that was saved."

"That was me." Jon intervened. "Your Father was keeping you and Queen Rhaella close to him, Your Grace. Princess Elia and her children were being kept in Maegor's Holdfast under guard. When your brother Rhaegar returned and Prince Lucerys was the only one allowed outside he planned it all with a heavy heart. I had just been exiled, and I was to take Luke with me, and if the worst should happen I was to raise him as a leader and a warrior within the Golden Company. Ser Willem Darry brought him out for his first sword lesson and they went past the stables. We planted a body of an already dead child and managed to smuggle Luke out of the Red Keep."

"So the body that Mother mourned after the cremation…" Viserys said slowly.

"Was a street urchin that had died a few days earlier." Jon admitted. "The Spider arranged it all."

"I didn't know what had happened until a few years later." Luke told Viserys. "We had heard you were in Braavos, but by the time I could convince Jon that I wanted to see you, you had moved on."

"We then did as I was instructed. I trained him, he squired for me and I knighted him." Jon told the room. "Toyne though, he grew obsessed with the idea of Luke being the true heir and groomed him for it. That's why he turned you away those years ago, and why Luke wasn't in camp to meet you."

Viserys turned to Luke darkly. "You were groomed to rule?"

Luke nodded unflinchingly. "Myles wanted that for me it's true." Luke stood up, taking Jon's sword and unsheathing it. "And that came in handy by the time I was leading the Company myself. It's why I was able to retrieve mother's crown, the crown of Maekar, the crown of Aegon IV and that of Aegon III. Most of our family heirlooms are now in my possession, with more being searched for throughout both Essos and Westeros."

Viserys stood too, pushing the whore off his lap and having his hand on his pommel. "Then what do you want?" He asked, darkly. "I am the elder. I am the dragon."

"Viserys please." Dany pleaded, but Viserys shot her a dark look and she slunk back into herself.

Luke took a step forward, Truth low at his side. "I want what I've always wanted." He answered honestly. "The Usurper and his follower's dead. The red dragon of House Targaryen flying across all of the Seven Kingdoms. Justice for our Father, for our niece and nephew, and for our brother." He took another step. "I want a family. I want us all to be together, taking back our throne from those that stole it from us. You are the elder yes, I've always known it to be true even with Toyne grooming me." Luke slammed the point of the sword into the stone floor and sunk to one knee, bowing his head. "And I will serve you with all that he taught me. From this day, until your last day."

He could hear the other occupants bated breath as he stared at the stone floor, waiting for a reaction. His eyes looked to Viserys, and he saw his brothers hand move away from his own sword. "Rise, brother." Viserys finally said. Luke did just that, sheathing Truth. "It means a lot, that you are swearing your sword to me. Truly it does."

"I mean every word." Luke told him.

"And loyal service shall be rewarded." Viserys grinned. "Once we sail across the Narrow Sea, kill the Usurper and his brother and win back our Throne. You shall be my Prince of Dragonstone and Hand of the King."

Luke grinned, nodding his acceptance. "I would be honoured, Your Grace."

The two met once again in an embrace, and Luke heard Dany sob happily behind him. He pulled away slightly and gripped Viserys' head in a show of friendship, and the two drank to their future conquests.

The meeting went well! While I'm going for the true Valyrian purple eyes I felt it clear that a 7-year-old Viserys would remember one of the things that his mother truly loved and would recognise his brother's eyes, so the conflict was cut a bit short there only to ramp back up a bit later on.

Luke is just happy to have his family back. So far all he really knows is that Viserys and Dany have been hustled from place to place losing all their wealth in the process. He doesn't really know how deranged Viserys is yet nor how unfit he is to rule.

Dany also isn't the same girl as the show of course, she's back to the timid season 1 episode 1 girl that has been abused all her life. With Luke there though caring for her, that will change in time, but she needs to grow to trust him.

Thanks for all your reviews, follows and favourites! Please let me know what you think, and I'll be back with chapter 4, where our three Targaryen's meet Khal Drogo for the first time.

Reviews:

TheOnlyKing: In this story House Rogare are the only family that stayed in power after the Sacking of Lys, so they do have that same power. Lucerys literally married Lys when he married Valarra.

loupeux: Viserys thought that Luke had his head kicked in by a horse and died as he said in chapter 2. And yes, you find out here.

Mach9330: He's certainly going to try.

Hail King Cerion: The elephants will certainly be a part of things…

oneironnaught101: It has been over a year since they met but yes already! He knows, he just also knows he's not as worthwhile as a King or a daughter. As seen here Viserys was immediately pissed that a) Luke was hidden when he ate with them and b) they turned him away. Jon knows what Viserys is like from that meeting but needs Luke to come to his own conclusion.

fdiggin: I'm two chapters into a multi dozen chapter story… things that are fact now won't stay the same. As for why Luke was smuggled out, Rhaegar was a realest. Luke was a thirdborn son, Viserys was Aerys' personal choice as Rhaegar's heir because the others were too Dornish and Rhaegar's own children, and he kept them close as hostages to Dorne. Luke was the easiest for a non master spymaster to smuggle out.

ChimChim84: Only in Game of Thrones could we hope for incest haha!

Sasha: She had only slept with Luke before they wed and is a Lyseni noble lady… it's not a horrible match. And he expected Dany to either go to Viserys or another Great House to form an alliance.

C.E.W: You make some valid points…

Guest (Eggs): The eggs are somewhere in that manse, so it makes sense that a sell sword would be able to sniff out a score… No, there won't be.

alec-potter: At the moment he's just the heir not the King.

Dipsyy: If she's still around when they head to Westeros, that's not certain.

Silver crow: Volantis certainly do, I'm not so sure the rest of them do, they're more nervous at the thought they could be next. Pentos probably do as well due to Illyrio's influence, but I'm sure with Luke's wish of stopping this wedding and Drogo's inevitable reaction that will change. I agree about keeping the claims down, but then all Luke saw was his incest product dad become absolutely crazy, so his views are a little less in line with his ancestors. He will form a better opinion of Viserys once he's gotten over the reunion aspect of course.