I'm sure you can guess what's coming from the title… there's a little time jump here but not too much. I won't ramble on anyway and I'll get right into the chapter.

I own nothing but Lucerys and baby Visenya. Everyone else belongs to either George R R Martin or HBO.

301 AC

The Red Comet still burned brightly in the sky even two months after it had first appeared. The men of the Golden Company had a number of different thoughts, but it was the Red Priest Malanar that Luke had believed, when he had spoken of dragons.

The creatures were a miracle. All the learned men in Volon Therys had come to the conclusion that the mix of Valyrian heritage in both Viserys and Valarra had unlocked something as their corpses burned, hatching the long dead stone eggs. Luke didn't care though as he walked down the winding stairs towards the Golden Tower's main hall. The black dragon, that Luke had named Valaxes after his dearly departed wife, was perched on his shoulder, his tiny head stretching to see as much as it could.

He also had a constant shadow now as well. Though he had refused to be crowned until he had a foothold in Westeros, Jon had insisted that Luke began to recruit for the Kingsguard. Ser Rolly Duckfield was the first to be invited, soon followed by Ser Caspor Hill, the man that had protected Visenya when the call of an assassin had gone up. Ser Franklyn Flowers had been the third man to join the brotherhood, but it was the fourth and most recent man that interested Luke the most. Ser Barristan Selmy had arrived a couple of weeks after the dragons hatched, brought to Luke in chains with Jon Connington calling for his head. Luke had listened to the old man though and had quickly decided to offer him the Lord Commander's role.

It was Barristan who was on his tail now as Luke descended the tower. He was in his room with Dany and his daughter when a messenger had arrived to say that Luke had important guests. He had then donned his finest black garments and quickly made his way down to meet whoever it was.

Jon was already in the room when Luke and Barristan entered, and the Stormlander had his usual gruff look on his face. Luke couldn't see the newcomers face, but his yellow robes gave his allegiance away as they were adorned with the sun of House Martell.

"Prince Oberyn." Luke said, catching the man's attention. "This is a rare honour."

Oberyn Martell grinned. "The honour is all mine, Prince Lucerys." He bowed extravagantly.

"King." Jon corrected.

"We can argue about titles later." Luke waved away what was going to become a petty argument between the two strong minded characters and walked past Oberyn to sit in the high seat of the Golden Tower. He settled into it and stared at the Dornishman. He had brought a rather attractive woman with him. "Why are you here?"

"Straight to the point, I like it." Oberyn grinned again.

Luke sat more upright. "You're either here to kill me on behalf of Westeros. I imagine that news has reached the other side of the Narrow Sea about recent events." He noticed Barristan place a hand on his sword hilt and pushed his shoulder upwards, allowing Valaxes to take off, flying around the room slightly before settling onto a perch that had been made for the three dragons. "Or, you're here to sound me out for an alliance. You hate the Lannisters as much as I do, I'd imagine, and now they are weak."

"I hate the Lannisters more than anybody in the entire world." Oberyn growled, his cheery act evaporating. "They raped and murdered my sister; they stabbed our niece 50 times and they dashed our nephew's head against a brick wall. I would do nothing other than spit on their graves."

Luke smiled, and Barristan relaxed. "Very well then. An alliance does make more sense, House Martell and House Targaryen have long been friends."

Oberyn nodded. "My brother, Prince Doran, he would ask what you know of the pact made upon your exile?"

Luke nodded to Jon, who answered the Prince. "The King knows what we agreed, Oberyn. Too late, however."

"Yes." Oberyn admitted. "It seems that one side of our bargain has been cruelly stopped. My poor niece Arianne dying before her time, and your eldest brother Viserys murdered by assassins."

"Then if you are here, you must have a counter arrangement I'm sure." Luke said quickly, not wanting to think about his elder brother.

Oberyn nodded, reaching into his robes. He pulled out a sealed parchment and handed it to Jon who opened it. Nodding, Jon handed it to Lucerys who read the words.

"You wish to go ahead with the rest of the pact?" Luke asked, surprised. "You won't have a Queen."

"We can't have a Queen." Oberyn said sharply, obviously still affected by Arianne's death. "Unless you'd take one of my bastards of course."

Luke chuckled at Oberyn's rashness. "Unfortunately for you, no I would not."

"Then tying us together through your sister and Doran's heir makes the most sense, does it not?" Oberyn asked.

Luke nodded. "My sister is a kind woman. She has been more of a parent to my child than I have ever been, and that Valarra was ever given the chance to be. She would be good for Prince Trystane I am sure, although I will not agree to it until she has consented."

Oberyn didn't look overly happy but accepted it. "If you would allow me to speak with her about the virtues of Dorne, I would appreciate it. My brother has long plotted against the Usurper and Tywin Lannister, he would not see it broken because of the wishes of a young woman."

Luke nodded his agreement. He needed Dorne just as much as Dorne needed him, if not more. "Of course, Prince Oberyn."

Oberyn grinned once again. "I do have some news from Westeros, if you'd like to know."

"Always." Luke nodded his head. "News of the west comes too slowly for my liking. The last we heard Ned Stark had been executed."

"A grim affair. I had no love for Stark, but he did not deserve the death he got. His heir, Robb Stark, is now King in the North and in open rebellion against the Iron Throne. He has also captured the Kingslayer."

Luke grimaced. "He best leave that traitor alive for me."

"Tywin Lannister was stuck in Harrenhal not knowing where to turn." Oberyn sounded gleeful. "The wolf to his west cannot be left alone, but neither can the Stag to his south."

"Stannis Baratheon." Luke growled.

"Perhaps, but I think he's more scared of the other one. The Reach and the Stormlands have risen for Renly Baratheon." Oberyn explained.

"For Renly?" Jon asked, surprised.

Luke shook his head. "Surely not. The eldest brother comes first."

"Which is what Stannis believes, and he has sailed from Dragonstone towards the Stormlands." Oberyn told them.

Luke burst into laughter, and even Jon had a grin on his face. "House Baratheon at war with one another. Excellent." He chuckled, before turning to Jon. "This is it. This is the moment we have been waiting for."

"It is." Jon nodded.

Luke tuned back to Oberyn. "Dorne is with me?"

Oberyn and the woman both sank onto one knee, dipping his head. "On behalf of Prince Doran, of House Martell. I, Oberyn of House Martell to pledge 30,000 spears to your cause, and an oath to follow you and your kin in perpetuity, Your Grace."

Luke grinned, standing from his chair. "Rise, Prince Oberyn." Oberyn did as bid, as did the woman beside him who Luke guessed was his famed paramour. "We'll find you and your paramour a fine room in the tower. Rest up, tomorrow we begin planning the invasion of Westeros."

After Oberyn and Ellaria Sand were settled, Luke went back to his chambers to see Daenerys watching over Visenya on the large bed, the baby's dragon Rhaegal flying just out of reach and making the baby giggle. Viserion, Dany's dragon, was calmer over in the corner having a snooze. Valaxes woke him up though by barrelling into the white dragon and the two began playfully fighting.

"How was it?" Dany asked.

Luke nodded, settling down on the bed and scooping up his daughter. "Good." He answered. "It was an envoy from Dorne. Prince Oberyn."

Dany's eyes widened in surprise. "Dorne? Do they want an alliance?"

"Yes." Luke sighed. "They offered me 30,000 spears for your hand in marriage to Prince Doran's son."

"Ah." Dany commented. "What did you say?"

Luke leant against the pillow, sitting Visenya on his stomach as he held her upright. "I told him that you would have to consent to any match."

Dany smiled at that. "30,000 spears seem a lot."

"If you ask me it's too many to turn down and anger." Luke sighed. "I'd rather not wed you to anybody, but angering Prince Doran when I have no other allies in Westeros is a stupid move I'd rather not take."

Dany nodded. "I understand." She ran the back of her hand against Luke's cheek, propping herself onto her side so that her other hand could play with his long hair. "This son is the heir I presume?"

Luke nodded. "I wouldn't wed you to anyone other than a Great Lord's heir."

"The Water Gardens sound nice from the books." Dany shrugged. "Weren't they built for my namesake?"

Luke honestly couldn't remember. "You don't have to if you don't want to." He told her.

Dany smiled and kissed his cheek. "You're sweet, but we knew that we'd have to marry for alliances. Dorne sounds wonderful and it's safe."

"I'd have you take Visenya there until the fighting is over." Luke told her. "But I don't want you to think I'm selling you for an army."

Dany shook her head. "Viserys sold me for an army that would never invade Westeros." She insisted. "You're not selling me for a army, I'm helping us win our crown."

The commanders were in the command room by dawn the next morning, a map of Southern Westeros spread out and pinned to the wooden table. Carvings of all the Houses were placed in the relevant capitals, and Luke stood at the head of the table where the North should be in the map.

"Last I heard Tywin Lannister was in Harrenhal." Oberyn told them all, moving three of the lion pieces to the castle. "King's Landing is poorly defended but strong enough." He placed one lion piece on the Capital. "And Robb Stark was at Riverrun." The wolf piece joined the trout piece. "Renly Baratheon has a large force in the Reach of Stormlanders and Reachmen, and Stannis is sailing to meet them."

The relevant pieces were moved. "First thing is to send a message to Prince Doran." Jon explained. "We need the Dornishmen to move into the Red Mountains. Half in the Princes Pass, and half in the Boneway."

Oberyn grinned. "Doran called the banners as I set sail."

"Good." Luke nodded happily, moving the sun carvings onto the border with the Stormlands. "While Stannis and Renly fight it out, we shall use the distraction to move into the Marches."

"They won't be taken easily." Oberyn admitted. "But they shall be taken."

Luke liked the man's optimism. "Meanwhile, the Golden Company shall make a move of their own."

"Storm's End." Oberyn suggested.

"I do not like the look of the bay." Black Balaq complained.

"True, any landing would need to be miles away." Ser Barristan agreed.

"We can cut the heart out of the Stag with it. Take Storm's End and those sitting comfortably in the Red Keep will start to grow nervous." Oberyn argued.

Luke looked at the map carefully. "Storm's End needs to fall, but I'd rather have a strategic base first."

Oberyn looked baffled. "We have Dorne."

"Dorne is good and your men will be excellent." Jon told the Prince. "But we need one further North."

Luke took the dragon piece in his hand, staring at the craftsmanship before he spoke to the room. "This will not be easy. What we are doing is equal to the task that my ancestor Aegon took on when he first united Westeros, if not harder as he had three fully grown dragons with riders. If I am to embark on the same quest of conquering Westeros with the 17,000 men we have under our banner and Dorne, then it is poetic that I start at the same place that he did, a castle which has been left practically undefended by its current Lord." He slapped the dragon piece down on the map, at a small island just out of Blackwater Bay. "Prepare the Golden Company for war, my friends. We set sail for Dragonstone."

17,000 men preparing to ready themselves to sail takes a lot of time, and so the first ship to depart Volon Therys was the Martell's ship, with a few extra bodies. Talisa Maegyr had opted to join Daenerys, the two bonding over Valarra's death, and of course the ever-faithful Ser Jorah Mormont was joining the Targaryen Princesses.

Luke stood on the docks as their luggage was taken on board, and he kissed Visenya on the cheek, saying a silent goodbye before handing the baby to Talisa who took her on board.

"She'll be alright, I'll look after her." Dany smiled.

"I know you will." Luke said honestly. "Look after yourself as well. Once Dorne officially declares for me I wouldn't put it past the Lannisters to send assassins."

At the word, both Viserion and Rhaegal screeched as they flew around the docks, causing Dany to grin. "I think we'll be well protected. It's you I worry about."

Luke shrugged. "I've fought in dozens of battles sister, what's a few more?"

Dany grinned. "The next time I see you, you'll be the King of Westeros."

"With any luck." Luke smirked. He moved in for a hug, holding his sister tightly. Dany reciprocated, a tear dropping from her eye. They parted slowly, with Luke holding both of her hands until she backed away, their arms stretching and fingers touching as she moved further away onto the boat.

Luke stayed in the same spot for an hour at least as he watched the boat sail southwards along the Rhoyne towards the Summer Sea. As soon as the orange sailed ship was but a speck on the horizon he waited, and as it went out of view his entire mindset shifted. He was no longer a brother or a father, he was Lucerys of House Targaryen, and he was going to win back his throne.

The war begins… For reference we are around episode 4 of season 2 as we leave this chapter. Stannis is about to meet with Renly, Robb has just won the battle of Oxcross and Theon is sailing northwards… of course Luke doesn't know all of this yet.

This is also the last Essos chapter. Next chapter will begin at Dragonstone and as far as I've planned, we don't go back across the Narrow Sea again. It's been fun doing something different but I'm eager to write this war and what happens in Westeros.

Quentyn never existed in this story. Arianne was needed for the marriage pact but of course she's not in the show either so she died years ago, leaving Trystane as Doran's only child.

I hope you all enjoyed the chapter. Don't hesitate to let me know what you think in either the reviews or PM's.

Next chapter: Lots of death as Lucerys enters the War of the 6 King's.

Reviews:

HeyStardust: Gracias!

TheOnlyKing: It is a bit rushed, but I have 7 more seasons to fit in and a hell of a lot more story to go, so as Viserys was only a footnote in the story ending it here made sense to me. As for the other part of your review… spoilers!

MillieBelle: In chapter 9 he only offered his siblings the white and the green egg, and kept the black one for himself…

Guest (acting): Because he didn't want Viserys knowing what was happening on the hunt, and in case anyone heard he could claim ignorance. EDIT: I decided to change it in the end, so there is no more acting.

Silver crow: Jon never wanted Viserys to be King but by all rights he was. He's much happier now that Luke is officially the heir to the Iron Throne, or so he knows… Valaxes is Drogon, but the other two keep their names.

xXLannisterCrusherxX: Because the idea for this story came with a particular pairing with a Westerosi woman in mind. I liked Valarra, but she was purely a tool to show that Luke had no issues with the Essosi slavery, and to give Luke a reason to kill off Viserys. She was destined to die from the moment I thought her up.

Jiubantai-taichoCalmejaneJose: Luke would never have done that to his own family, no matter the crimes against him. Better a quick death to lessen the overall pain. If he had Robert Baratheon, or Tywin Lannister, or Clegane/Lorch however, then he would be more than happy to torture them Bolton style.

NeedingOfLifeGoalDude: Valarra was descended from Valyria too, but for me it was simply the Targaryen blood in the pyre mixed with Red God magic.

fdiggin: Close! Valaxes was inspired by Valarra though.

EstarossaTheBasilisk: He's not his Father and he's not dark and angry for the sake of it, but he is a Targaryen and will have his moments…

Silver crow: You were spot on about the Martell's, although I won't spoil anything else.

Hail King Cerion: Welcome back! It may have come too soon, but as I said above Viserys isn't really too important in the grand scheme of things other than to hatch the dragons, which I needed as early as I could.