Here we go then as we finally leave Essos behind, with all three remaining Targaryen's arriving in Westeros.

I hope you all enjoy the chapter. As always I own nothing but Lucerys.

Daenerys had been in Dorne for three weeks by the time she had met her betrothed. Her days had been following a routine so far. She would wake up and check on Visenya, making sure a wet nurse fed the baby before she had any food herself. Then she would take a walk with both of the dragons that had come with her to Dorne and the wheelchair bound Prince Doran Martell until midday where she would take the baby and bathe in one of the numerous pools with Talisa.

She was in one of those pools when the large frame of Areo Hotah arrived to collect her. Making sure she dried both Visenya and herself off, she made her way into Doran's inside lounge area, where the young Trystane was sat on the sofa on his Father's right-hand side.

"Ah, Princess." Doran welcomed. "Come, meet Trystane."

Trystane Martell was a skinny young man of 14, and he instantly rose and moved over to Daenerys, kissing her spare hand. "You are a rare beauty, Princess. I look forward to getting to know you better."

"The pleasure is mine, Prince Trystane." Dany smiled courteously, keeping hold of Visenya. "I have heard many good things about you."

"My Lady is too kind." Trystane smiled. "But if you would excuse me, I should cleanse myself. It was a long journey."

Dany bowed her head to him as he departed, before sitting down on the sofa he had just vacated, rocking Visenya gently. "He is a good boy." Doran explained. "My illness keeps me from venturing far, so Trystane is the one that meets my subjects. He will be a fine Prince of Dorne."

"I only hope I can be a good wife to him." Dany told him what he wanted to hear. Doran shifted in his seat, pulling out a raven message.

"I received this last night, from King's Landing." He told her, passing over the letter.

Dany unfurled it and read it, the words making the hair on her neck stand tall. "Lord Tyrion offers his bastard niece for Trystane in return for an alliance against Stannis Baratheon." She read.

"A bastard according to Stannis." Doran corrected her.

"And my brother, the King you swore yourself to." Dany told him firmly. "We had a deal."

Doran nodded. "We did, we also had one over a decade ago that got broken." He took the raven message back, staring at Dany intently before breaking into a smile and ripping up the raven message. "But you must not worry, I would never sully my son with Lannister filth. The Imp can keep his bastard niece. I swore an oath to your brother that I shall keep. Our men are moving into the Stormlands as we speak razing the Dornish Marches. Soon we shall break through and reap havoc on those lands while Lucerys takes King's Landing and puts as many Lannister skulls on spikes as the Red Keep can fit."

Dany breathed a sigh of relief. "Have you had any word from him?" She asked.

Doran shook his head. "Only that His Grace passed through the Stepstones a week ago, with any luck he will have taken Dragonstone already…"

Lucerys Targaryen stood on the deck of his ship Vhaegon as the wind howled around him, whipping his long, silver hair up in a frenzy. The sky was clear and the sun beaming down on them as the ship sped forwards towards the island in the distance. He could vaguely see the jagged stonework of his ancestors rising above the black cliff edges, and all he could think of was that he was home.

"Dragonstone, Your Grace." Ser Barristan commented. "The seat of House Targaryen for 500 years."

Luke frowned. "My mother died here." He said grimly.

Ser Barristan looked mournful as well. "She did, but she would be extremely proud of her remaining children I am sure of it."

Luke appreciated that. He then untied a ribbon around his wrist, his dead wife's favour, and tied his hair up so it didn't get in his way. "My sword." He called out, and his 13-year-old squire Edric Dayne ran towards him and handed him Blackfyre, already in its sheath and belt. Luke tied the belt around his waist, his silver armour reflecting the sunlight. "How do I look?" He asked Barristan.

"Like a King." Barristan replied.

Luke snorted in amusement. "Not quite yet, Ser." He then turned to his squire. "You know your role?"

Edric Dayne nodded, he was originally Beric Dondarrion's squire but had fallen ill before the Tourney for Ned Stark so couldn't go to King's Landing with the Stormlander. Then news had reached both Ned Dayne and his aunt Allyria that Beric had been slain by the Mountain, so the pair had returned to Starfall just in time for Dorne to rally behind Lucerys. He looked small in his chainmail, his purple surcoat proudly sporting the sigil of House Dayne. "I'm to stay with the ship."

Luke nodded, ruffling the youngster's hair. "Good. We won't be the first to attack the beach, but you are still the heir to Starfall. I won't have you die on my watch." Edric didn't look overly happy but knew enough to not argue. Luke turned back to face Dragonstone. "The wind is in our favour." He noted. "Signal Jon to commence the invasion and prepare the scorpions."

The shout went up as the crew of the Vhaegon rushed around preparing the long-range weapons. Luke stayed where he was, watching as other ships in his armada raced forwards towards the few ships that had remained to protect Dragonstone bearing the colours of Stannis Baratheon.

A couple of hours later it was done. Stannis' ships had been sunk and the Golden Company were unloading onto the beach preparing to assault the first gate. Luke lowered himself into one of the rowboats, and once he had been joined by Barristan and the men from his own ship they sailed over to the beach of Dragonstone.

As the boat hit the sand, Luke felt his breath hitch in his mouth. The sounds of dying men and clashing steel lessened to him as he stood, stepping off of the boat and feeling his right boot sink slightly into the damp sand. His left soon joined, and after 18 years he was standing on Westerosi ground once more.

He knelt down on one knee and pulled off his black leather glove of his right hand, gripping the sand in his fingers and letting it fall out of his hand. He felt a tear roll down his cheek and quickly wiped it away. He then heard a high-pitched squeal and felt claws digging into his shoulder, as the black and red form of Valaxes joined him on the beach. As he looked at his dragon he heard cheers and looked over to see that the battering ram had broken through the first gate. Smirking, Luke rose to his feet and unsheathed Blackfyre. Dragonstone would be his.

Not for the first time Luke was grateful that Renly Baratheon had claimed Kingship over Stannis. The Lords of the Narrow Sea didn't have a large number of men, so Stannis had had to take a large majority of them with him to siege Storm's End. That meant that once the Company had made it through the first gates and up the long and numerous steps that separated the castle from the beach, it was relatively easy to take the castle. A mix of Baratheon and Florent men had resisted, but Luke had 85 times the number of men that had been left behind, and it wasn't long before Luke entered the castle.

He stepped over a handful of bodies as he made his way through the main tunnel to the entrance chamber, where Jon Connington was covered in blood with a number of Company soldiers standing by a yellow banner, with a black stag prancing inside a fiery red heart in its centre.

Luke stepped up to it, all eyes on him as he stopped before the sigil of Stannis Baratheon. He eyed the black stag for a moment, rage filling him. He reached up and felt the fabric of the banner before roughly tugging it and watching as it fell to the floor. The Company cheered at the action, but Luke just felt bitter.

"Dragonstone is yours, Your Grace." Jon Connington said proudly, as two men opened the doors to the throne room. Luke couldn't say anything as his eyes locked with the obsidian carved throne. Instead he just walked inside, the room feeling dark and cold even as light filtered through the windows, illuminating the Targaryen sigil carved into the floor. Luke stopped to look at it for a moment before walking over it and up the steps, stopping once again in front of the throne carved out of rock. He ran his hand over the rocky surface, relishing the feel of the warm stone before he turned around to face the room, sitting down in the throne.

The room had filled up behind him, and as soon as his arse had touched the seat Jon had led them all in bending onto one knee. "The Dragon King!" He shouted.

"THE DRAGON KING!" Came the cry from everyone in the room. Valaxes chose that moment to fly through the doors and roar his infant cry, soaring through the room before settling on the top of the throne. "THE DRAGON KING! THE DRAGON KING! THE DRAGON KING!"

Luke just sat there. They still had to ensure the surrender of the castle but for that moment he didn't care. He was home.

Once the company left the throne room and left to secure the castle Luke made his way to the Chamber of the Painted Table. He stood in the doorway for a moment admiring the view out of the open section on the other side of the room before looking down at the table itself.

The Painted Table was marvellous. Carved from a large block of wood in the shape of Westeros as it had been over 300 years prior, it showed Luke every river, mountain and settlement of the continent. Chairs were laid out around it, and Luke noticed that the figures of Stannis' preparations were still laid out. He saw the Stark Direwolf deep within the Westerlands, with the Lion of Lannister at Harrenhal. He saw stag and rose figures together at a settlement called Stonebridge, although the name had changed to Bitterbridge during Maegor's reign. More rose carvings were at Highgarden, with the Martell Sun firmly within the Red Mountains.

It was a helpful layout. Luke hadn't known that Robb Stark had broken through the Golden Tooth, nor that the Vale were seemingly absent in all of this. He studied the map carefully when Jon entered the chamber.

"Your Grace. We have captured Selyse Baratheon as well as Stannis' daughter, Shireen." He reported. "We also have Axell Florent in the cells. Everyone else of any importance sailed with Stannis."

"Very good, Jon." Luke told him happily. "Here, come take a look at this." He gestured to the table. "What do you make of it?"

Jon looked carefully. "The Lannister's are scared to move. Move to the West to face Stark and King's Landing is vulnerable, move to the East to protect King's Landing and they gift the Westerlands to Stark."

Luke agreed. "They're caught in a stalemate. It's Renly that looks the most threatening and they all know it."

"It leaves King's Landing open for the taking." Jon noted.

Luke concurred. "We will not rush, however. We have Dragonstone and will have sent a clear message to the rest of Westeros. Houses will declare for us in time. For now, I must pray."

Jon had a nervous look on his face. "I fear that won't be possible."

"Why not?" Luke asked quickly.

"It seems that one of the Red Priestesses has found her way into Stannis' employ." Jon explained. "A number of the prisoners began cursing that we'd be punished by the Lord of Light, and the Maester told me a story about these fanatics storming the Sept and burning the statues of the Seven."

Luke's hand snapped into a tight fist. He was raised in Essos so was fairly tolerant about religion so long as others were the same. Malanar was fairly tolerant, and that's part of the reason Luke kept the Red Priest around, but this was too much.

"Find out how many of these fanatics were involved and hang them all, highborn or lowborn I don't care." He snarled. "String up their remains over the edge of the steps. They can feed Valaxes for the next few months."

Jon didn't hesitate and bowed his head. "At once."

"And we need to get new statues carved." Luke announced. "I can't bring myself to move any further until I can speak to the Gods."

A couple of days after taking Dragonstone Lucerys held his first true council meeting in the Chamber of the Painted Table. He stared out to sea as his council sat around the carved continent admiring his many ships at anchor.

"Varys has sent us word." Connington was saying. "Renly Baratheon is dead."

That captured Luke's attention. The Targaryen turned around and leant on the Dorne end of the table. "How?" He asked.

Lysono Maar shrugged. "I have heard many things." He told Luke. "Some say it was one of his own Kingsguard, some say Stannis himself snuck into his tent and killed him before slinking back into the shadows."

"Varys also mentions Catelyn Stark." Jon told them.

That concerned Luke. "If Robb Stark was looking for an alliance with Renly then they would have crushed Stannis and the Lannisters with ease." Luke commented. "Yet another reason to be grateful for Renly's demise."

"The Florent's have joined Stannis in full, as have the Stormlords." Maar continued. "The rest of the Reach… not so much."

"That's still 100,000 men at least." Barristan commented.

"And it also means that Lord Tyrell's daughter is a widow." Jon told them.

Luke stared at him, understanding the hint that Connington was trying to poke him with. "Are you serious? Wed the woman that wed my enemy?"

"Look at it practically." Jon stated. "The Reach has the largest force. Tywin Lannister won't be shy in trying to turn the tide of his war by bringing them into his grasp, we cannot allow that to happen."

"She married a Baratheon." Luke grimaced.

Maar had a strange grin on his face. "He was a sword swallower, Your Grace. I doubt he could bring himself to fuck her."

"That's… not the point." Luke sighed, realising halfway through opening his mouth that it could be an excellent point. "I'm still grieving." He tried.

Jon stood up. "It's been months now, and we cannot afford to let the Reach join with the Lannisters. I appreciate you want more time, but I don't believe we have time to spare."

Luke shook his head defeated. "Very well." He groaned. "Send a raven to Highgarden. Remind Mace Tyrell of the agreement that you signed, apologise for having broken it myself and forgive him for abandoning us for Renly. I shall wed and bed his daughter for his support."

Jon felt bad for a split second but shook that away knowing that this union would be the most important thing that Luke could possibly do in his reign. "There was one more piece of news. Winterfell has been taken."

That truly surprised the entire table. "You jest." Luke stated.

Jon shook his head, a smirk on his lips. "Theon Greyjoy was Ned Stark's ward and has betrayed them. The Ironborn now hold vital points in the North."

Luke thought it through. "So Robb Stark is torn between pushing on in the South and rescuing the North. Tywin Lannister is torn between King's Landing and the Westerlands and Stannis Baratheon will be torn between rescuing his daughter and avenging his wife and attacking King's Landing." He surmised. Grinning, Luke looked at the majority of happy faces around the table and said exactly what everybody there was thinking. "Excellent."

Oberyn Martell was glad to be off of a boat. He had barely had a chance to settle back in at the Water Gardens before he was put back on a ship and sent to Dragonstone to relay information to their new King. The Martell Prince was escorted through the first set of gates by a rather attractive young man in the golden armour of the Company, but he stopped himself from flirting when he saw the bodies dangling over the side of the stairs up to the castle.

There were at least three dozen, all strung up naked by their feet. Oberyn didn't recognise any of them, mainly because the majority of their faces had been torn off by sharp teeth. As he climbed the steps he noticed the black dragon tearing off a chunk of the lone woman's breast. Grimacing, he hastened his movements up to the castle.

He was greeted in the Chamber of the Painted Table by Lucerys and Connington, the latter still wary around the Dornishman. The King looked happy to see him, however. "Prince Oberyn." He welcomed. "Welcome to Dragonstone."

"It has been a long time since I was last here." Oberyn admitted. "My sister Elia had just given birth to Prince Aegon and I was on my way into exile."

Luke saw the angry look on the Dornishman's face. "They will be avenged." Luke promised.

Oberyn smirked. "They shall be." He agreed. "And I hear we have one less King to worry about."

Luke snorted in laughter. "The War of the 5 King's." He mocked. "Apologies, 6 King's, Balon Greyjoy has crowned himself once again."

"Stannis will be dead soon enough." Oberyn all but promised. "We have moved our men into the Marches, and he needs a victory to maintain his credibility. Dragonstone fallen and his daughter captive, he needs to either retake Dragonstone or defeat us."

"He will come here." Jon said gruffly. "And we shall be ready for him."

Luke nodded. "Yes, we will." He looked up to Oberyn then. "How is Visenya? How is Daenerys?"

"Settling in well." Oberyn told him. "Visenya is enamoured by the Water Gardens it seems. Before I left your sister had taken to bathing in the waters with the babe."

Luke smiled. "I'm glad." He admitted. "Keep them safe, if I am to fall then Visenya shall be the Queen. I would have Prince Doran sit on the Council of Regents."

"You shall not fall." Jon said firmly.

Luke just smirked. "I do not plan on it, old friend. But I must be ready for it."

Oberyn shook his head. "Well try to avoid it at all costs, or I may regret bringing you this gift..."

The day after Oberyn's arrival all of the important members of the Golden Company had been summoned to the throne room. The room was so packed that only a small walkway joined the throne to the doors. Valaxes was perched on the top of the throne and Jon Connington was at the front of the room stood underneath Luke's personal banner, the Golden Dragon on a field of Black, talking with the new Septon of Dragonstone as the doors opened.

In came Luke. His hair had been cut to a more manageable shoulder length and brand-new armour had been forged. Black steel the Targaryen sigil prominent in rubies on his breastplate. He also wore a crimson cape decorated with barely visible darker red dragons, and Blackfyre was on his hip as always. He looked more a King now than he ever had done before. He was flanked by the four members of the Kingsguard as he made his way through the crown and up to the obsidian throne. Luke then knelt on both knees before the throne as the Septon cleared his throat and began the ceremony, praying that each of the Seven aided him in their own ways. Luke was barely paying attention to all the pomp until the Septon got to the end.

"In the Light of the Seven." The Septon cried out. "I now proclaim Lucerys, of the House Targaryen, First of His Name. King of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First Men. Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm." Luke felt the crown of his ancestor placed on his head. Oberyn had brought the crown of Aegon the Conqueror, lost for over 100 years in Dorne after Daeron the Young Dragon had died in his failed conquest wearing the Valyrian Steel circlet adorned with rubies. The steel felt cold on Luke's forehead, but he didn't make a noise. The Septon took a step away once the crown was rested on Luke's head. "Long may he reign!"

"LONG MAY HE REIGN!" Came the shout from behind him. Luke stood up and turned to face the crowd, who waited in anticipation as he sat himself down on the obsidian throne before they all erupted in thunderous applause.

Valaxes stretched out on his hind legs and flapped his little wings behind Luke, roaring as loudly as the little dragon could. Luke realised that this may not be as impressive as some of the coronations in history, but he was determined that this day would go down in the history books as the official beginning of his long reign, and that nobody would stand in his way until he sat on the Iron Throne.

Long may Lucerys, the First of His Name reign!

Dragonstone was taken fairly easily thanks to Stannis not even thinking about the Targaryen's taking him in the rear. He certainly isn't going to be happy when he finds out what has happened, nor will he like what is about to happen to his daughter…

So with travel times this puts us into Season 2 Episode 6 and the war is about to truly start in earnest. Obviously things will be a lot different from now on. Doran obviously has torn up Tyrion's offer so Myrcella is in King's Landing, Robb hasn't met Talisa as she's with Dany in Dorne, and Stannis has more to worry about than just King's Landing…

I hope you all enjoyed the chapter. If you have any thoughts please don't hesitate to review or PM me about it, it encourages me to write more when I see those emails pop up!

Next time: We delve a bit further into Westeros as news of Lucerys taking Dragonstone spreads.

Reviews:

Fdiggin: I like to think of Luke as a man that judges each person's actions, not the actions of their ancestors. He isn't Aerys so while he has distain for Ned and his role in the rebellion, he won't hold that against Robb. He hates Jaime because no matter how much Luke hated his Father, Jaime still killed him when he'd sworn an oath to protect him. He doesn't know the true circumstances behind it however, and he won't meet Jaime for a long time so his opinion may change.

TheOnlyKing: Some will inevitably welcome it. Others, not so much…

Silver crow: Viserion is Dany's dragon and as in canon, while he was a horrible person Viserys still looked after her from her birth.

Cboylan: They both have roles to play for their house…

ABEBOABDU: Viserys was still Luke's brother, so he wanted the death to be over with quickly so he could move on from it.

Hail King Cerion: Varys is firmly on Luke's side… We will get Tywin's thoughts on Luke. Yes he's amassing a formidable army, and with Dragonstone in his grasp Luke is in a good position.

Dunk an Egg: I update each story as and when I have a chapter ready. Sometimes this story grips my attention and sometimes Black Wolf Reborn does the same, so I'm never entirely sure which one I'll update next, now that Renly is dead Margaery is technically back on the table… No the dragons will be big enough to ride as per the show, although with Daenerys being smaller and Viserion growing at a normal rate that may be sooner for her than it is for Luke…