I just want to congratulate the show on its incredible Emmy performance, and while I'm glad they didn't win two certain awards (cough best writing/directors cough) the show as a whole deserved it's phenomenal takings. One day I hope I can forgive it enough to enjoy the re-watch, but for now I guess I'll stick to writing my own versions…

I've edited this chapter a bit to get rid of the performance Luke does at a certain point… On a reread it didn't quite go how I initially wanted it to go so I changed it to this.

I own nothing but Lucerys and Visenya.

Volon Therys soon settled into some form of normality, and it wasn't long until a section of the Company marched out under Luke's leadership towards Tyrosh, where a rumour had been heard that King Aenys' crown was currently in the possession of a very rich merchant. Luke had offered Viserys the chance to join them, but the eldest Targaryen had refused, claiming he would get to know his new home a bit better.

Daenerys had begun to feel right at home in the sprawling Volantene town. She had struck up a good friendship with Valarra, and the pair spent the majority of every day together. They had recently started walking through the area nearest the Golden Tower together so that Dany could learn her way around, and they found themselves walking towards the riverside one afternoon, chatting amiably about Valarra's past.

"So how long has it been since you've seen your family?" Dany asked.

Valarra thought for a few moments, her silver hair loose and catching the light breeze. "I saw my brother Lotho in Volantis a year or so ago when he was on a diplomatic mission for Lys, but I've not seen my Mother or sister Elaena since I was taken."

Dany felt bad for her sister by law. "I'm sorry."

Valarra smiled brightly. "Don't. The first few months were tough, but I grew to love Luke. Now we have a beautiful daughter to show our love. I was invited back to Lys a few days back, so hopefully I will get to visit them with Visenya soon."

Dany truly hoped so. The pair walked arm in arm down the bank of the Rhoyne that flowed through the city, just generally chatting about all sorts of things, when they soon heard a muffled scream. Valarra was curious and went towards the noise, her right hand holding her hip. Dany followed nervously. "We should get guards." She hissed.

Valarra shook her head, and walked into an alleyway where she gasped at what she saw. Viserys was crushing a girl up against the wall, fumbling at her dress. The girl was writhing around trying to break free, but the Targaryen male was too strong.

"Viserys!" Dany cried. Viserys looked up, rage in his eyes. That was enough though, as Talisa Maegyr bolted from the alleyway in tears. Dany took a step forwards. "How could you, she was Luke's guest!"

"She was a whore." Viserys waved away, sounding drunk. "She came on to me."

"It didn't look like it." Valarra growled. "You come into our city…"

"Your city?" Viserys laughed. "You're a bed slave that used sorcery to make my weakling brother fall in love with you, this isn't your city." He pointed up at the Golden Tower in the distance. "You see that banner?" They looked up and saw Luke's own personal banner, an idea borrowed from King Aegon II and something that Luke had been known to say was Aegon's only good idea, a golden three headed dragon on a black field. "That is my banner. I am the head of House Targaryen, so by all laws this city is mine."

Valarra laughed loudly. "You own nothing." She spat on the ground. "You are not worthy of leading these men, you are not worthy of your family."

Viserys's eyes narrowed and he took a step towards Valarra. "You dare." He snarled. "You dare talk to me like that. Me? The last dragon!"

Daenerys's breaths grew shorter and raspier. "Please, she didn't mean it. We'll leave you be." She pleaded with her brother. Valarra turned to her and shook her head sadly.

"No, sweet princess. I meant every word." She said softly, before turning back to Viserys with a glare. "You run along to your chambers. I pray to Saagael that you stay there until Lucerys gets back."

Saagael was a Lyseni god that was also known as the Giver of Pain, and Viserys knew it. "You little cunt." He snarled, walking forwards again. "You dare threaten me? I am your King you slut! You've woken the dragon!"

"No." Dany gasped terrified, and she tried to block off Viserys' path as he made for Valarra, but he just back handed his sister out of the way and Daenerys went sprawling to the ground.

"You dare harm your sis…" Valarra began angrily, but she was cut off when his hand wrapped around her throat and Viserys shoved her forcefully into a wall.

Viserys put his face closer. "You know, Lucerys married without my permission, and I never got the chance to take my right to the First Night." He smirked in his madness. "Mayhaps I will now."

He reached down and pulled Valarra's dress up, briefly exposing the dagger she had strapped to her hip. Valarra luckily had a hand free, and she wrenched the blade out of it's sheath and thrust it into Viserys' shoulder.

He stumbled backwards, roaring in agony. Valarra dropped to the ground coughing, trying to catch her breath. "Go." She wheezed at Dany. "Run!"

Her shame would live with Daenerys until the end of her days, but the Targaryen Princess was terrified of her brother when he got like this. Her vision was spinning after the blow, and in such a state she could only do as she was bid.

She ran all the way to the Golden Tower and ran into the man that she had given the day off, the knight of Bear Island, Ser Jorah.

"Princess, calm down." He said quietly, pulling out a cloth and dabbing her eye. Daenerys hissed at the pain and saw that the cloth had specks of blood on it. "What happened?"

"Valarra…" She panted feeling extremely light-headed. "Trouble. Riverside."

That was all she could get out. Daenerys passed out suddenly, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she dropped forwards. Ser Jorah managed to catch her, and he shouted at somebody in Valyrian to take Dany to her room.

Ser Jorah didn't hang about though, as soon as Dany had been passed over to the serving girls and Jorah was sure that she would be fine, he went to investigate. Knowing the rough route that the girls had taken, he walked cautiously with his hand on his sword pommel not knowing what to expect.

It was half an hour later when he came across the scene. Initially impressed at how far Daenerys had ran, that soon turned to horror when he saw Valarra lying prone on the ground. Her dress was ripped exposing her breasts and she wasn't breathing. Jorah rushed towards the girl and knelt down trying to feel for a pulse or anything. He couldn't.

Sighing, he took off his cloak and covered the woman's face and chest up before picking her up. He remembered the younger Lucerys' rage from years back, and the knight was certainly not looking forward to what would happen when he returned from Tyrosh.

As it happened, Luke returned to the city late that night. The Golden Company men that had accompanied him to Tyrosh were all in high spirits, and some had even got some prizes of the feminine kind to take back to their houses, but Luke and Jon were more subdued.

"We'll find it." Jon repeated for the thousandth time as they rode at the head of the columns through the gates of Volon Therys. "It has to be somewhere."

"It was a big gold crown that is 250 years old, Jon." Luke rolled his eyes. "It's likely been melted down by now."

Jon shook his head. "Have some faith, My Prince." Was all he said.

Luke snorted in amusement before facing the direction he was riding in once more. He was surprised to see a bit of a crowd gathering on either side of the streets, all bowing their heads and looking at the floor mournfully.

Luke wasn't an idiot. "Something's happened." He told Jon in the common tongue so the locals wouldn't understand. Jon was looking slightly alarmed also and so together they left the column and galloped towards the Golden Tower. Dismounting and handing their horses over to the stable hands, Luke burst into the entrance hall, the candlelight flickering in his eyes. He was greeted by a serving girl who was in tears. Unable to speak in her grief, the girl took Luke's hand and dragged him up the tower towards his room.

Luke was about to protest at the unseemly behaviour, but all noises died within him as he saw the room. Daenerys was crying inconsolably in one of the corners, with Ser Jorah trying to comfort her. Viserys was sat at the desk looking angry yet thoughtful as he rubbed his shoulder, while lying on the bed peacefully was Valarra.

She was too still, Luke thought to himself. Without a word he swept over to her side, his fingers grazing her hands. "They're cold." He said to himself aloud. "Why are they cold?" It was then he saw the bruises on her neck. Finger marks that had evidently squeezed as hard as they possibly could. Luke choked on a sob, his hand coming to his mouth to try and stop the noise. "Val." He whispered, leaning over and touching her forehead with his own. "Wake up for me, tell me you're ok."

"She's dead." Viserys said bluntly from behind Luke. The confirmation made it worse, as Luke gripped the linen on the bed tightly, his knuckles going white.

"How?" He asked through gritted teeth. Nobody answered and so Luke turned around to face the rooms occupants. "HOW!" He roared.

"The Pentoshi!" Viserys cried, standing up suddenly, his stool flying backwards. "A Pentoshi assassin. They wanted revenge."

Luke felt a tear drip down his cheek. He wiped it away with his hand and stared coldly at Viserys. "Where is he?" He growled.

"Dealt with, brother." Viserys laid a comforting hand on Luke's shoulder. "He won't trouble us again, nor will Illyrio."

Luke shook his head. "No, no I need to deal with him myself." He said, half deliriously. He turned to Jon. "Summon everyone. We're going to war."

"Luke…" Jon said from the doorway, the pain in his eyes at seeing the boy he brought up in so much agony. "This isn't wise."

"Wise?" Luke laughed bitterly. "Wise? I don't give a FUCK ABOUT BEING WISE!" He stood closer to Jon and shoved him with both of his hands, although the strong Connington didn't go anywhere. Luke shoved Jon again, his eyes now stinging from the tears. Luke choked out another sob, melting into the embrace of his father figure. "She's gone…" He cried, falling into the arms of his mentor.

"I know my boy." Jon said, as soothingly as Jon Connington could be. "I know."

"I want it gone." Luke whispered hoarsely. "I want Pentos razed to the ground, I want the head of Illyrio, and all the other men that dare to defy the dragon. I want them all to burn, to die screaming as I watch."

"They will pay." Jon said exactly what Luke wanted to hear. "But we have more important issues at hand. Valarra needs to be burned, and you have a daughter to think of."

That snapped Luke out of it. "Visenya." He said sharply. "Where is she?"

"Safe, with three handmaids and Ser Caspor protecting her." Ser Jorah said coldly. "She is safe."

Ser Caspor Hill was another Westerosi exile and one of the toughest knights Luke had ever known, so he was happy at that arrangement. "Good." He said. "Good, keep her there, I will see her soon." He looked over at Dany, who was still sobbing, albeit silently now, in the corner. "Ser Jorah, take her to her chambers and give her some milk of the poppy." The knight nodded, escorting Dany out of the room. Luke reached his hand out as she went past and they briefly held hands before she left. "I want to be alone with her." He told the other occupants. Viserys walked straight out, but Jon lingered for a moment. "I'll be fine, Jon. I just need a moment."

Jon bowed his head and shut the door behind him, leaving only Lucerys in the room with his deceased wife. She looked so peaceful, Luke thought as he stripped out of his armour. Wearing only trousers he climbed onto the bed beside Valarra and rested his head by her shoulder. "Goodnight, my love." He whispered, before sleep consumed him and he dreamed of dragons emerging from the fire.

He was awoken by dainty hands caressing his long silver hair, and thinking that last night had only been a dream, he smiled and mumbled. "Morning Val, I'm sorry I didn't wake you."

"It's me, Luke." He heard his sisters voice. His eyes flew open and saw Daenerys sat on the edge of the bed leaning over him to stroke his hair, her eyes red from crying. "I didn't want you to wake up alone."

Luke turned over to the other side of the bed and found it empty. "Where is she?" He demanded.

"Being tended to." Dany said soothingly. "Ser Connington is arranging it all for a pyre tonight."

"A pyre." Luke repeated, his voice breaking. "How did it come to this? I thought I taught Illyrio to not mess with the dragon."

Dany shut her eyes and breathed in deeply. "Viserys lied." She said quickly.

That confused Luke. "What?" He asked bluntly.

Controlling her breathing, Dany repeated slower. "Viserys lied. It wasn't the Pentoshi, it wasn't Illyrio."

Luke sat upright, trying to process this information. "Then what happened?" Dany looked reluctant. "Please." He begged.

"Viserys was raping Talisa." She whispered. "Valarra and I… we were walking and heard them. She got him to stop but he grew angry and… and…"

"And he killed her." Luke whispered darkly.

"I tried to stop him, but he hit me too." Dany was tearing up once more as she lifted a hand to a scab on her face. "Valarra told me to run, but I should have stayed I know what he gets like…"

Luke shook his head, his thoughts whirling with rage but keeping a calm face for his sister. "You did what you were asked to do, don't apologise for that." He told her.

"But she died because I ran." Dany whispered.

"She died because Viserys killed her." Luke said, and saying it out loud made it even worse. "Well he won't get away with it." He snarled.

"No, don't!" Dany gasped. "Luke…"

"He murdered my wife, the mother of his niece, in my city." Luke growled. "He must pay."

Dany was in pieces, shaking her head in fierce opposition. "You don't know what he'll do…"

Looking at her then, Luke realised fully that this wasn't the first time that Viserys had hurt Dany. He reached out and cupped her cheek, his anger fading slowly. "He has harmed you before?"

Dany didn't want to say anything, but the sad look in his eyes made her nod her head. "Never badly, only when we had been kicked out again, or he had to sell Mother's crown…"

Luke shook his head. "He never should have laid a finger on you." He got up groggily and put some unflattering clothes on, not caring how he looked. "I promise you, Dany." He told her honestly once he had put shoes on as well. "I will sort it. You will never need to worry about him again."

Dany looked alarmed, but the thought actually gave her a glimpse of hope. She nodded slowly and Luke seemed to take her meaning. He came towards her and kissed her on the cheek, although the corner of his lips barely touched the corner of her own. He didn't seem to notice however and fled the room quickly, leaving Dany alone, her hand gently stroking the place where his lips had touched.

At midday the two brothers were riding southwards where a few acres of forestland could be found. It was a favoured spot of Luke's when he wanted to go hunting, and Viserys had been encouraged to go with him.

The area was no more than an hour away, and they dismounted their horses and took out bows and spears to comb through the woods quietly while on foot. Viserys found a rabbit burrow and managed to snare one of the creatures, while Lucerys was just struggling to stay in the frame of mind he was showing to his brother.

"Come, let's start a fire and cook it." Luke said to his brother, gesturing back to the direction that the horses were. Viserys just shrugged and followed along. "Your arm seems injured." Luke noted.

Viserys looked on, questioningly. "I injured it fighting off the assassin." He said shortly. "Lucky I killed him when I did."

Luke just nodded, the thought of everything that had happened yesterday still so raw. "I'm glad we did this." He admitted. "We have never really spent much time just you and I, have we?"

Viserys shook his head. "Only when you were younger and Mother would sneak me into your chambers."

Luke nodded. "Of course, Father wouldn't hear of us being alone together in case one of us was murdered." He didn't remember a lot of his childhood in the Red Keep, but he remembered just enough for Jon to have filled him in as he grew older.

"A fair request, given the circumstances." Viserys shrugged, hoisting the rabbit over his shoulder. "The Usurper would have paid a King's ransom for either of us."

"Yes well, he's dead now." Luke said grimly. "As is Ned Stark, as is Jon Arryn, as is Valarra. All dead."

Viserys bristled. "She seemed a good woman, I'm sorry." He said. Luke stopped in his tracks, trying to work out if he meant that. "At least you'll always have little Visenya to remind you of her."

Luke couldn't help it, but he smiled. "Yes, she's the spitting image of her. She'll break many hearts in Westeros."

Viserys grinned. "The Princess of Dragonstone, yes many of the Lords will clamber over one another at my feet to get but a kiss off of her."

Luke wanted to scream that she wasn't his to sell off, but at that moment with Viserys laughing and walking ahead, a twang was heard, and then a squelch. Viserys gasped breathlessly and gagged, an arrow protruding from his neck.

Viserys coughed and turned, falling into Luke's arms as the younger Targaryen lowered his older brother down to the ground before coughing again, spluttering blood into Luke's face. He coughed once again, only this time it was weaker as his hands fell to his sides, and he moved no more. Luke was deathly still, checking for any signs of life. When he couldn't hear breathing he shook Viserys once, and then once more just to be sure. Realising that Viserys was dead, his face changed from anguish to contempt, and he shoved the elder man off of him, making Viserys thud unceremoniously on the ground. Luke got to his feet and wiped the blood off of his face with his sleeve. He caught his breath, and then said. "Good shot." He turned to the direction that the arrow came from and saw a silhouette appear, wearing the familiar Valyrian Steel sword Truth at his hip and his famous, cropped ginger beard.

A grim look was on Jon Connington's face. "You've made me a Kingslayer." He said gruffly.

"I didn't make you do anything." Luke snapped. "I didn't tell you to do anything. But you know me well enough now, Jon. You knew that this needed to happen months ago."

"I feared it would need to." Jon corrected. "I never wanted this. For all his faults, Rhaegar loved him once. Your mother loved him."

Luke didn't even have the emotional strength to feel guilty. "He was a cunt." He said bluntly. "He was my brother, and I loved him once too, but he murdered my wife and I shan't mourn him." He turned back to the body and spat, saliva smacking Visery's vacant face.

"Lucerys." Jon warned. Luke turned to him with a glare, but Connington had been around enough Targaryen's to be cowed by it. "That is not how a King behaves."

Those words hit home. "A King…" Luke whispered. Jon withdrew Truth and got down on one knee, burying the point of the sword in the dirt.

"The King is dead. Hail, King Lucerys the First of his name. Rightful King of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First Men. Rightful Lord of the Seven Kingdom's and Protector of the Realm." Jon announced, although nobody else could hear.

Luke shook his head. "Stand, please. Not now…" He trailed off, thinking of Valarra. "I can't, not yet."

Jon did as asked but said. "Whether you want it or not, you are the true heir of Aegon the Conqueror and his line. We will sit you on the Iron Throne, Lucerys. I promise you that."

Dany didn't react when she saw Luke bring back Viserys' dead body to Volon Therys and place it on the pyre with Valarra. In truth she was glad that he couldn't hurt anybody anymore, but then again he was still her brother, the one that protected her while growing up. As she thought that though she looked at the woman who was still shaken by the events. Talisa had insisted she come to the funeral, but Dany was worried that this would be too much for her now that Viserys was to be given to the flames as well.

Luke had immediately taken Visenya and held her closely, apologising to the babe for not being there earlier. After showering the baby with hugs and kisses, he turned to Dany. "We need to burn them now."

She looked up at the sky and saw dusk was falling and nodded. She looked back at the pyre and an urge came over her. "We need the eggs on there too."

That surprised Luke, but to his credit he didn't argue, he just barked an order in Valyrian to a serving girl who went to grab the eggs, and then to Malanar, the Red Priest that had aided him while fighting Khal Drogo, asking him to perform the ceremony.

Daenerys couldn't concentrate on the words of the ceremony. She supposed it was beautiful, a number of the men in attendance couldn't keep their emotions in check as the Red Priest gave his speech. Even Luke gave a speech, but she would never remember that either. Her eyes remained solely on the three dragon eggs propped up on the kindling in between the two corpses.

Before she could react, the pyre was lit. "For the night is dark and full of terrors!" The Priest cried, and Dany found herself repeating the statement, even if the sentiment behind it was empty.

Luke was also unable to tear himself away from the flames as the pyre lit up. Dany noticed a solitary tear fall from his face, but his eyes shone bright purple as the flicker of the flames illuminated themselves in him.

The next morning was easier for Lucerys. He woke up moved to the window, carefully sidestepping Daenerys who had stayed with him for the night so that they made sure the other was alright, and he quickly checked on Visenya in her crib. When he was there, he surveyed the city, going about their day as if the day before just hadn't happened.

He looked up in the sky then, and his full attention was gathered by the bright red streak across the sky. A red comet.

He felt hands wrap around him, Daenerys having woken up in the process. She stared up at the comet as well. "What do you think it means."

Luke didn't break eye contact. "Some would have it mean a victory in war, or an election win for the Tigers." He explained. "I'm sure in Westeros each region has a separate meaning. They are all wrong." He turned back into the room and stared at Visenya's crib. "It is an omen, sister. A message for us. We will retake our throne and destroy those who stole it from us, and the Gods have given us the means to do so."

Dany followed his vision and grinned, as the high-pitched screech of the three baby dragons was heard throughout the room.

I struggled a bit with this chapter, but after three rewrites this is as good as I could get it so I hope that you like it. Some extremely important events happen though. Viserys killed Valarra, and was killed by Jon Connington in return, and the dragons were born! I'll go more into detail about the dragons next chapter, but I will only be making one name change, as of course they wouldn't name one Drogon here.

Hopefully the next chapter will come soon, although I'm away the next two weekends so won't have much time to write.

Reviews:

TheOnlyKing: It's not my best work, but it did the job!

alec potter: You didn't have to wait long ha!

xXLannisterCrusher64xX: Your feeling was spot on! Nope, no Red Wedding here.

Silver crow: Yeah the new cover image is a decent enough picture for Luke, so I thought I'd change it. Volon Therys is thriving yeah, especially with the Golden Company and Volantis being on such good terms.

Cboylan: There's an attraction there but at the moment it's purely innocent. They have roles to play and they won't win the Iron Throne without alliances.