Here we are with chapter 5 then, as the Golden Company begin to prepare for their general's personal mission to stop a wedding. I do hope you enjoy it.

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The air was calm and quiet, that silence only broken by the flapping of large, leathery black wings. The Dragon was baring his teeth, looking for its prey as it soured over the land. He veered left, and then veered back to the right again, eyes open. It soon saw what it was looking for and brought it's wings into its body, swooping downwards at pace.

The green dragon was unsuspecting until it was too late, and the black crashed into it with teeth and claws ferocious in its slaughter, tearing chunks out of the green's flesh.

Luke awoke with a cry, sweating. Panting to catch his breath, he looked outside to see the moon was high in the sky and it was still late at night. He closed his eyes once more but knew that sleep wasn't going to come. Groaning, he slipped out of his bed and put a robe on to cover his torso before making his way out towards the gardens.

He had gotten to the balcony that he and Jon had taken for their training yard and noticed that he wasn't alone. Daenerys was also awake, staring out to sea as she often did. He walked over to her, saying nothing as he leaned on the stone balcony beside her, looking westwards over the moonlit ocean.

"What's marriage like?" She asked.

Luke turned to look at her, unsure of what to say. "Mine will be a lot different to yours, sweet sister." He told her gently.

"Tell me anyway." Dany told him.

"Valarra was my bed warmer before she was my wife." Luke shrugged. "It was a physical relationship that grew into more. She learnt how to please me, then she became my confidant of a night, and then she ended up becoming a valuable advisor at times. I grew to care for her and she was of noble stock, so I wed her."

Dany didn't look to comfortable. "So please him and life will be easier." She said to herself. "I don't know how."

Luke placed his hand on hers. "You learn with practice." He saw her still looking unhappy at the prospect. "But it won't matter for you, not yet anyway."

"What do you mean?" Dany asked.

"Jon rode eastwards a few hours ago, he should be meeting up with my army any time now." Luke admitted to her. "Soon enough, I'll have 22,000 men lining the walls of Pentos and below. I'll have ballistae, I'll have my elephants…"

"You have elephants?" Dany interrupted, disbelieving.

"Two dozen of them." Luke told her, mocking offense. "Magnificent beasts. In times of war we spike their tusks, they've been known to break cavalry before many a time, ideally they will do again."

Dany chuckled, before snapping her head to look up at Luke in horror as she registered exactly what he meant. "No Luke you can't! Viserys will be furious, he made a bargain…"

"Do you know anything about the Dothraki?" Luke asked her, interrupting. Dany shook her head. "They hate any form of water that their horses can't drink. This plan by Viserys was doomed to fail from the start. The savage would wed you, bed you under the moonlight and hopefully he would be dignified to do it away from his Khalasar but that's no given, and then we'd all have to ride to Vaes Dothrak to bless your union with their gods. We wouldn't be ready to invade for years." He took both her hands in his and made her face him. "I may have not been here, you may have thought me dead, but you are my sister, and I will not have you defiled by a Dothraki screamer that will take you and keep you at the wrong side of the continent. You deserve a Great Lord, one that you like to spend time with and can grant us 30,000 spears."

"But Viserys…"

"Viserys has been scorned by too many people to be able to make sane decisions about you." Luke said bitterly. "He yearns for home, and admittedly the thought of 40,000 Dothraki screamers is enticing, but he's never been to the Dothraki Sea, he doesn't know their ways."

"And you do?" Dany asked.

"Not as well as some." Luke admitted. "But we fought a lesser Khal a couple of times when he thought he could scare Volantis into handing over slaves and gold, we stopped them."

Dany nodded, staring back out to sea. "You can beat them?"

Smiling, Luke kissed his sister on the cheek. "I will beat the Khal in single combat, and then if his horde of savages decide to take offense to that, then we shall crush them." He reached into his sleeping bottoms and pulled out a golden coin, handing it to Dany. "Our word is as good as gold." He told her, repeating the company motto.

Dany grinned, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Thank you." She whispered, admitting to herself for the first time that she could get what she wanted.

Luke's words had convinced Dany, and after some rest she was determined to tell Viserys that she wasn't going to marry this Dothraki Khal. She made Luke wait outside of Viserys' room as she knocked and announced herself. Entering, she was almost knocked over by the fleeing Lyseni girl that Illyrio had given Viserys for his stay, and she saw a naked and hardened Viserys rise out of his bed unhappily, moving to cover himself. She averted her eyes as he spoke.

"Why are you interrupting?" He asked sharply. "I was busy."

"I don't want to marry the Khal." She said, stronger than she had done before.

Viserys groaned childishly. "We've had this discussion." He told her. "We need his army."

"No, we don't." Dany insisted. "Luke's promised that his men can handle it. They're on their way here now!"

"Luke promised!" Viserys exclaimed mockingly. "How do we know what his promises are worth? We've known him all of a few months. I promise that this marriage is needed for us to go home, and my promises are worth more than our brother risen from the dead."

"He has elephants…" Dany began. "He's going to challenge the Khal to a duel!"

Viserys began laughing. "Then he's even more of a blustering imbecile than I thought. The Khal doesn't lose."

"Neither has…" Her argument was cut short as Viserys slapped her painfully on the cheek.

"We don't know him!" Viserys shouted, irate. "You will marry Khal Drogo, or you'll wake the dragon!"

"No." Dany said, not letting the tears fall as she held her hands to her cheek. "I won't."

"Right." Viserys' eyes were terrifying. "You've done it. You've woken the dragon!" He grabbed her wrists and threw her against a wall. She curled into a ball looking to protect herself as Viserys leered over her, when a figure rushed in and grabbed Viserys, one large hand covering his nose and mouth, and the other restraining his arms by wrapping it around Viserys' torso. Viserys struggled for a moment, trying to elbow Luke to free himself but the younger was also the stronger, and it wasn't long before Viserys passed out. Luke picked him up and placed him on the bed.

"Are you ok?" He asked. Dany shook her head, tears flowing freely down her face now. Luke sat beside her, placing an arm over her shoulder and bringing her in close so she was crying into his shirt. "It will be ok. Nobody else will hurt you." He insisted, running a hand down her hair soothingly.

Luke had put two of his own personal men outside of Viserys' chambers to make sure that he stayed there as soon as news came through to the manse that the Golden Company were close. After letting Dany know to stay in her rooms and quickly explaining to Illyrio to get the city prepared to lock its gates, Luke once again got into his armour and made his way to the battlefield.

Outside of the Sunrise Gate Jon had set the men up as discussed, with the archers marching past him to man the walls. He met Jon as the latter was marshalling the trench digging efforts. Riding out to greet his friend and mentor, Jon almost smiled at seeing him.

"I see you've brought me an army." Lucerys grinned.

Jon bowed his head. "And a few sellsword groups, they're joining the archers inside the gates though ready to make a move once the Dothraki have charged."

Luke snorted. "Cowards."

"I've brought you two other gifts as well." Jon noted. "Follow me."

He rode down the lines of the men towards the left flank where the soldiers were still filtering in and being marshalled by two men. One was the hulking figure of Franklyn Flowers, the bastard of Cider Hall, and the other Luke hadn't seen for at least 4 years.

"Ser Jorah Mormont." He called, slowing his horse down as they reached the pair. "I thought you'd disappeared on us."

"I had to return to my wife." Ser Jorah told him.

"Who left him for a fat Lyseni." Franklyn Flowers laughed. Jorah just glowered at the ground.

Jon cleared his throat. "Ser Jorah spent some time with the Dothraki, he can be your envoy and your translator. I found him on the road, he was to attend the wedding."

That aroused Luke's suspicions. "Is that so?" He asked.

"I was hoping to pledge my sword to the rightful King of Westeros." Jorah admitted. "And to aid the Princess into adapting to Dothraki life. I had not expected to see Pentos mount a defence."

"I'm mounting the defence." Luke admitted. "Targaryen's do not lower themselves to lie with horse lords."

"As you say." Jorah bowed his head.

"That isn't all." Jon said. He reached back and untied a scabbard from his horse. Luke grinned as the familiar handle came into view. "Princess Valarra sent this despite our wishes, saying that she feared for you less if you had the blade." Luke untied his own sword belt and swapped Truth for his own Valyrian Steel blade, Blackfyre. He ran his thumb over the ruby in the pommel and thanked Jon.

"Don't thank me yet." Jon noted. "We have a few hours to get this into a defensive line. The entire Khalasar are close."

It took five hours for the Dothraki to start filtering into the eyesight of Lucerys atop the walls of Pentos, and as soon as the first few horses were spotted he made his way down and out of the gates to mount his horse. As it had been decided that Jon joining them out in the open was a folly considering he was second in command, Luke rode with Ser Jorah, Rolly Duckfield, and one of the serjeants Ser Brendel Byrne, to meet with the Dothraki a few hundred feet away from the line of elephants. One of the company's Red Priests had also pushed him to join, though Luke rarely had time for him and couldn't even remember the man's name.

"Go, Ser Jorah." Luke said when he halted his horse. "Bring the Khal to me for talks."

The Northern exile bowed his head and rode off into the horde of Dothraki, and Luke was waiting for another half an hour until the thundering of hooves that indicated the Khal's and his bloodriders arrival.

"Khal Drogo!" Luke greeted as the Khal and his men stopped. The long-braided warrior said something in his guttural language, and Ser Jorah translated.

"The Khal wishes to know why there is an army in between him and his bride."

Luke sniffed arrogantly, holding his head up high. "Because there will be no wedding. The Princess Daenerys is not the Khal's to take. If he wants the blood of Old Valyria, then there are plenty of whores in the Free City that he can steal."

Ser Jorah translated, and Luke stared down the Khal as his eyes grew narrower in rage. The Khal went on a lengthy rant, and Luke waited patiently, barely blinking as the Khal went on.

"The Khal says that he shall have his bride, and he shall cut down every man, woman, child and beast that gets in his way. He shall make slaves of the silver haired boys and force them to watch as he puts a son in their sister." Jorah stated.

"No." Luke said with a smirk. The Khal understood that word and his horse reared. "He will turn home and find a wife elsewhere. Or if he must have my sister, he can duel me on foot for her."

Ser Jorah relayed the message, and the Dothraki began speaking to one another in their language. "They are saying that a foreigner is not a worthy Queen, and that they should ignore your request and sack the city anyway." Ser Jorah told him. "But the Khal is considering it, saying that he won't be defeated by a boy in an iron suit."

"It's the finest Volantene Steel." Luke pouted jovially. The Khal spoke to Jorah once more.

"He consents to your fight." Ser Jorah told him. Luke nodded, as the two leaders dismounted and grabbed their weapons. Luke had Blackfyre only, and Drogo pulled out a great arakh.

Luke began to circle around, enticing Drogo to attack. The Khal was clever though and circled with Luke. He said something mockingly in Dothraki which caused the bloodriders behind him to laugh. Throwing caution to the wind, Luke flicked his wrist and Blackfyre spun in a circle, before the Targaryen brought his other hand to the hilt and drove downwards hard. Drogo ducked to the left and ducked underneath the blade again when Luke slashed at him. Stepping backwards to reassess, Luke smirked at the dancing Khal. That got the bigger man to lunge, swinging his black bladed arakh powerfully, but it only got as far as Blackfyre. The blades scraped against one another until Luke pushed it away from him and snapped his arm back, slashing Drogo on the arm.

First blood was spilled, and Drogo's eyes narrowed in anger. Luke decided that the Khal was done playing with his food now, and Drogo used both arms to drive the arakh into Luke. The Targaryen had been trained for so long though that he was able to duck out the way and parry when necessary, moving with a speed and grace that had to be seen to be believed.

He grew overconfident though, and when he moved to attack again Drogo spun underneath his reach, and it was only Luke's reflexes that stopped the arakh from driving into his hip, and instead it only kissed him slightly. Grimacing, he could feel blood escaping his body.

"Right then." Luke muttered, teeth clenched. He drove into the attack, raining one handed and two-handed blows on the Khal, nicking him rarely. Both blades were colliding with one another at an incredible pace and it took all of Luke's training to keep the Khal from hitting him again. The Khal was good as well though, sneaking his blade downwards and catching Luke badly in the outside of his left leg.

The Targaryen dropped to his knee, his spare arm immediately finding the wound. His eyes blazed with rage as he saw Drogo turning away from him, gloating to his bloodriders. Luke fought through the pain and rose to his feet again, hearing Valyrian muttering from behind him.

"Lord of Light allow his King's Blood to protect him. For the night is dark and full of terrors." The muttering said, repeatedly. Luke kept his eye on Drogo who had turned back to Luke. He held his arakh high, and the Targaryen ran his bloodied hand along the flat edge of his blade to prepare when suddenly Blackfyre erupted in flames.

Drogo staggered back at the sight, his eyes showing a tiny hint of uncertainty in them. Luke looked down at his sword grinning, letting the flames lick his other hand before he brought the flaming sword down to his leg, and cauterised his leg wound. He then moved forwards, swinging the flaming sword around to add to Drogo's uncertainty. Luke lashed out, and as the swords clashed the flames danced, close to Drogo's bare torso.

He forced himself forwards though as he drove his blade towards the Khal, with the flames doing their bit in worrying the Khal. Drogo went for the kill, ducking a swipe from Blackfyre and bringing his sword back at Luke's neck. The Targaryen though was ready for that, and parried the arakh hard, and the black steel bounced off the Valyrian giving Luke an open body to aim for. He slashed at Drogo, and blood began to pour from his left arm to his right shoulder as the Valyrian Steel found its mark. Drogo dropped to a knee and tried to lash out again, but Luke brought Blackfyre back up and locked swords with the Khal, He saw Drogo move for his knife belt and the Targaryen roared, shoving the arakh back to the side and forcing his arm across his body, letting Blackfyre impact with the Khal's neck.

Drogo dropped his sword as his hands rushed up to stop the blood flow, leaving Luke the opportunity to move around to Drogo's back and grip his long braid, severing it with Blackfyre. He turned around to face the Dothraki horde as Drogo fell to the ground with a thud, holding the braid up for all to see as he let out a victorious roar. Flinging the braid over his shoulder, he saw the bloodriders look at him with a mix of pain and hatred, and Luke watched them turn their horses and move to join the main Khalasar.

Luke turned to his own men, who were concerned. He stumbled over to his horse, trying to mount up but failing. He felt arms around him, lifting him up onto the saddle. "They're going to attack." Jorah said. "They're calling to raze the city to the ground as punishment."

"Then let me get to my men." Luke wheezed, tired out. "I need…"

"You need to get back to the manse." Rolly stated outright. "You've been stabbed."

Luke looked down and found that Rolly was right. Sticking out of his midriff just underneath the plate armour was a dagger handle that Drogo must have driven in when Luke had slashed his throat. "Oh…" He muttered, before the pain caught up to him and he slumped forwards in his saddle, losing consciousness to the sound of Brendel Byrne barking our orders for them to retreat.

I hope I did that justice in showing how good both of them are, as the fight was supposed to go on for a long time. Luke prevailed though! Of course he did, or this story wouldn't be very interesting would it. He took some heavy wounds though.

Drogo's taunt to get Luke attacking was something along the lines of "Speak to your gods, Valyrian, for when I am done here your bones will be nothing more than food for the crows and your sister will weep as I take her like a dog with your blood still on my hands." But I couldn't find a translator that would turn it all to Dothraki.

The Red Priest was a late addition into the fight, but it made sense to me that the company have its own, especially as they are permanently based so close to Volantis. The man had a vision of Luke fighting there and simply did a Melisandre in asking for the Lord of Lights protection, and Luke's blood on his hand gave the spell the power it needed.

As you can see though the day is not over, and there's still a battle to be had. That will be the entirety of next chapter though!

I hope you all enjoyed this. I love seeing your thoughts so please leave either a review if you want to, or if you'd prefer to ask something and get a quick response PM me as I check them regularly and answer as soon as I can.

Reviews:

ChimChim84: I prefer the theory that they are one and the same to be honest.

Fire: Luke is definitely a dragon.

DaddyChad: No. Dany was a special case, she was (almost) Dosh Khaleen, she was twice unburnt, and she rode the most formidable mount in the world. Luke is just a man that killed the Khal, so the usual fracturing of the Khalasar will happen.

C.E.W: Luke also has the city.

jojoboy914: Thanks!

Rnij: His name is spelt Lucerys, after Lucerys Velaryon from the Dance of the Dragons. You'll have to keep reading.

jiubantai-taichoCalmejaneJose: Luke isn't Dothraki, he hasn't been a part of any Khalasar and has no interest in it. As already stated it's a different case to Daenerys entirely.

fdiggin: I think you're the only one to guess that he's be injured. You'll have to wait for the dragons too, a little bit spoilery!

Finn2468: No.

Silver crow: He's kept his heritage fairly hidden, so most people only know him as Captain-General Lucerys of the Golden Company. It's only really Lys that know him as a Targaryen.

oneironaught101: Jon will be a man of the Night's Watch, so he won't come into it until a lot later.