We have now reached Season 2 Episode 9 of the show timeline. So as of right now Jon has been captured by the Lord of Bones and Ygritte, Sam Tarly has discovered the Dragonglass cache, Theon has taken over Winterfell and pretended to kill Bran and Rickon, while Luwin has discovered that the Stark children are actually alive and hiding in the catacombs. Those as of the moment are the storylines unaffected by Luke's presence.

Also a reminder that this is a 74 chapter story at the very least. Those worried about character progression or Luke winning super easily shouldn't worry, there's a long way to go yet and so many things are due to happen.

I own nothing but the OC's. All other locations and characters are the property of George R R Martin or HBO.

It was the fourth day of the siege that persuaded Tywin Lannister to send out an envoy. Before that the Red Keep felt happy at being able to knock back the Targaryen host, but when another force of close to 30,000 Reachmen approached from the Gold Road with the obvious grandeur that came with Lord Mace Tyrell, Tyrion noticed that even his Father looked resigned to their fate despite Kevan arriving a few days before the city gates were barred and adding another 10,000 men to the numbers of loyalists inside the walls of King's Landing..

And so it had come to pass that Tyrion, the scorn of House Lannister, was chosen to be an envoy. Taking only Bronn and Podrick Payne with him as the Dragon Gate was opened, the dwarf sighed dramatically. "If I die, kill the Targaryen first. My Father would pay you handsomely." He told the sellsword, knowing that he had mostly been chosen because his Father saw him as expendable.

"Your Father would pay me handsomely for killing you, I wouldn't even need to get myself tangled with this sellsword Dragon." Bronn shrugged.

Tyrion grimaced. "You're probably right." He admitted, taking one step, and then another, towards the large golden canopy. Tyrion took a note of all the banners that had been planted on the path up to the tent, the golden dragon on a field of black the most notable amongst Tyrell, Connington and Martell banners. His attention was then drawn to the golden skulls tied to pikes outside of the golden canopy. There were just under a dozen of them, but it was the largest one that grabbed him more than the others, as Tyrion also noticed a second skull tied to it, one no larger than a child's fist.

He must have been staring for a while, as a recognisable voice sounded from in front of him. "It was uglier when it still drew breath."

Outside the entrance stood three men all in white scaled armour, a long white cloak draping behind each of them. Tyrion eyed them all up, spotting a large, muscular and brutish looking man and a young redhead with a neatly trimmed beard either side of the only one amongst the trio that Tyrion recognised. "Ser Barristan. I had rather hoped not to find you here. Dismissing you was ill done."

"I am grateful for it, Lord Tyrion." Ser Barristan responded cordially. "It allowed me to wake up and serve the true King."

Grimacing, Tyrion knew that the famous old knight's presence among the Targaryen host would only make Joffrey less amenable to peace. He looked back at the skulls. "That is Maelys the Monstrous?"

Ser Barristan nodded. "His Grace may be a Targaryen, but he is also the leader of the Golden Company, and they are steeped in Blackfyre history. Despite their long-term opposition to his house King Lucerys has left the golden skulls of his predecessors unmolested."

Tyrion looked up at the dullest looking of the golden skulls at that moment, and while the others had the gold dry on top of the wounds that had slain them only leaving the odd ridges or dents, this one in particular had a large crack down the centre of the skull. "All of them?" He smirked.

"Ser Aegor Rivers. Bittersteel." The red-headed white knight answered, the venom obvious in his voice.

Tyrion understood then. "A man that must bring many emotions to your King's mind. The architect of his families greatest foes, but the founder of his apparent salvation."

The red head simply growled, and Tyrion felt like he should stop with the history lesson and get on with what he was here outside the safety of the Red Keep to do. "We come under a white banner." He gestured over to where Pod was stood holding the cloth.

"His Grace will see you and you alone, Lord Tyrion." Ser Barristan nodded, stepping to one side and holding the tent flaps to allow Tyrion through.

"I would feel better with my guard." Tyrion said cautiously.

Barristan's eyes were firm. "And I will not allow the enemies of my King to walk in his presence with live steel."

Tyrion mulled it over for a moment but finally nodded when he could see no way of getting around the request. "Wait here, Bronn."

Bronn shrugged again. "Don't go getting yourself killed now."

Ignoring the sellsword, Tyrion stepped through into the tent. A large table had been laid out, and five men were sat down staring intently at the lone dwarf. On the very left sat Oberyn Martell, then an elder man with the same shaped golden pin that Tyrion's father was wearing on his breast, then in the middle sat a young man wearing the crown of the Conqueror, before lastly sat Lord Mace to the Targaryen's left and Ser Loras Tyrell was on the far right as Tyrion faced them. Tyrion gulped nervously as five sets of eyes bore into him, and the dwarf moved into the centre of the tent.

"Lord Tyrion Lannister." Ser Barristan announced, having entered the room behind Tyrion. "This is King Lucerys Targaryen, First of his Name. Rightful King of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdom's and Protector of the Realm. Captain-General of the Golden Company."

"Some impressive titles." Tyrion remarked, staring at the man claiming to be Lucerys Targaryen, his silver hair and royal purple eyes making it so obvious that he didn't even need the Valyrian Steel and Ruby crown atop his head. "But only one that you truly hold as we speak, Captain-General Lucerys. I was impressed at your restraint in not destroying the remains of your bastard branch outside."

The Targaryen was amused, and Tyrion thought that the wry smile on his face was more dangerous than if he was scowling. "The past is already written, I cannot change it through petty fits of anger no matter how much I would like to. Bittersteel's skull felt my blade once, but after that what was the point? He was dead long before I took my first breath, killed in some gods forsaken field far away from his homeland. Better to use the tools of House Blackfyre to plan my return, and make no mistake, by the time this is all over I shall be sat the Iron Throne, Lannister, ready to dispense the dragon's judgement on all who sought to bring her to ruin." He leant back in such a relaxed manner Tyrion could see comparisons to how Joffrey sat on the Iron Throne. "It is your job now to try and convince me how lenient I should be with those that massacred my family. House Blackfyre tried and failed and the last of them was cut down with the very blade they took their name from over a year ago, perhaps I should do the same to all of you?"

That last statement interested Tyrion a great deal, but he didn't have time to question it when the Targaryen's Hand of the King spoke up. "You have terms?" Jon Connington asked gruffly, looking like he was eager to get this over and done with.

Tyrion nodded. "Straight to the point, I see." He muttered, holding up the letter that his Father had pressed into his hands already sealed. "From Lord Tywin Lannister, Hand to King Joffrey Baratheon."

Oberyn snarled at those words, but a quick look from Jon Connington stopped the Dornishman from speaking. Tyrion quickly stepped forwards, handing Lucerys the letter before returning to his spot out of all of their reach barring the Kingsguard knight behind the Lannister. He was desperate to get out of there and return to safety behind the walls, but instead he did his duty and waited, watching as Lucerys glared at the crimson lion seal before snapping it unceremoniously, unfurling the parchment and letting his eyes roam over it. "By the decree of King Joffrey of the House Baratheon, titles, titles, titles." Lucerys muttered with a tone of boredom. "His noble Grace bids me to strike down my banners and bend the knee towards him, as the rightful heir of King Robert Baratheon." That name was said with a tone that sent chills down Tyrion's spine. "Who won the Iron Throne by right of conquest."

"That wasn't the justification Lord Arryn used when he visited Sunspear to see my brother." Oberyn scoffed. "Doran told me that he had never heard the Princess Rhaelle mentioned so much in all of his life."

"Lannisters will murder and lie however they see fit to justify themselves." Connington said, glaring at Tyrion.

Lucerys cleared his throat and continued. "In return for bending the knee and joining King Joffrey in his fights against the traitor Stannis Baratheon and the traitor Robb Stark, Lucerys of the House Targaryen shall be granted the Lordship of Dragonstone and all its vassals, to hold in service of House Baratheon from now until the end of time."

"Impressive words." Loras Tyrell mocked. "Yet it doesn't mention the rest of us."

"Different peace deals will be made once the leader of this insurrection has agreed." Tyrion explained. "I am sure they will be favourable the quicker you bend the knee."

Lucerys scoffed. "Favourable? Do you know what would be favourable, Tyrion of House Lannister?" The Targaryen rose to his feet, leaning on the table with both of his hands and glaring at him with such venom in the Targaryen's royal purple eyes that even Tyrion, who had perfected the art of staring at others to make them feel uncomfortable, once more felt chills running down his spine. "My three-year-old niece Rhaenys, not having been stabbed half a hundred times. My baby nephew Aegon, not having his head dashed against a wall." He stood fully upright then, grabbing the parchment and ripping it into two, before ripping the halves into half again. "I recognise this Joffrey as neither a King, nor a Baratheon. You tell your bastard nephew that I will have his unconditional surrender and I might allow him to take the Lannister name to live in exile in the Westerlands. You will place Tywin Lannister, Gregor Clegane and Amory Lorch in chains and have them thrown at my feet to face my judgement for their crimes against House Targaryen and House Martell. Anything less than that, and I shall lay waste to your armies with the words of my House."

Fire and Blood. Tyrion simply gulped. "Ser Amory Lorch is already dead, I'm afraid." He explained, amazed at how he could still compose himself. "He was killed earlier this year in an assassination attempt on my Father."

Oberyn Martell roared. "NO!" And threw his goblet fiercely onto the grassy ground, Dornish Red spilling everywhere.

"Oberyn." Lucerys hissed warningly, stopping the Dornishman from raging further before he turned back to Tyrion. "That is unfortunate." The Targaryen stated in a calmer manner. "But the other demands still stand. Tywin Lannister, Gregor Clegane, knelt before me in chains. Joffrey surrendering his throne to me and accepting my judgement on him and his siblings."

Tyrion shook his head. "My Father is the regent and will have the final decision, he will never agree to that."

"He must." Lucerys said, almost mournfully as he knelt down and pulled out a large wooden crate with the Targaryen family sigil draped over the top of it. "If he doesn't, then be sure to explain to him exactly what will happen to him." Tyrion watched on entranced as Lucerys undid a pair of bolts, before lowering the crate's door out of the dwarf's sight. "Māzigon bē, Valaxes." Lucerys said gently, tapping himself on the shoulder before placing his arm back down.

What happened next would stick with Tyrion for as long as he would live. From behind the vision obscuring crate came a chirping sound, and Tyrion watched Lucerys Targaryen's arm as a creature Tyrion had only ever seen in dreams before crawled up towards the man's shoulder, turning around to face Tyrion before stretching out its wings.

"Impossible…" Tyrion whispered, in awe.

"You have one day." Lucerys announced, tickling the dragon under its chin. "If the Dragon Gate is not opened with my demands met by nightfall tomorrow, I will attack." He sat back down, tossing a bit of steak up in the air. The black dragon cried and jumped into the air, torching the meat quickly with a small burst of dragon fire before grabbing the meat and chomping on it viciously, hovering in the air.

Tyrion could have watched that for hours, but a hand on his shoulder began to guide him away. "Come, Lord Tyrion." Ser Barristan said calmly. Tyrion walked backwards out of the tent with his eyes constantly trained on the winged creature before the tent flaps were closed once again and he was brought out of his trance.

From the inside of the tent the departure of the dwarf was met with mostly indifference. Luke very quickly summoned Valaxes back to him, giving the dragon another piece of meat. "Well done." He praised the black and red beast.

"They won't accept." Jon Connington stated, and Luke simply rolled his eyes.

"Of course they won't. Tywin Lannister is far too stubborn." The silver haired King admitted. "But he needed to know I was serious. Tywin is a veteran of half a dozen major conflicts whereas I am scarcely known this side of the water."

Oberyn snarled. "You have respected commanders even in the eyes of those this side of the Narrow Sea, he would be a fool to dismiss you."

"He won't dismiss you, Luke." Jon made clear. "And he has personally suffered enough at the hands of Stark to know not to underestimate you despite your age, but he will still never surrender."

"Good." Oberyn grinned darkly. "I want him to beg for his life."

Luke only had a couple of vague memories of his Father's Hand of the King, but neither of them suggested that Tywin would do anything close to begging no matter how much Oberyn played with him. "I want him alive when we take the Iron Throne." He told the men inside the tent firmly. "Tywin Lannister is the true power behind those walls, not Joffrey Waters, not the dwarf, not the whore Queen. Tywin needs to be the one to see the empire he built over the bodies of babes crumble before he is dealt with in front of the entire realm."

Oberyn looked unhappy. "You will ruin my fun, first Lorch is kept from me, now Lannister?"

Luke smirked. "Clegane is all yours." That made the Dornishman happy.

"This is all well and good." Loras input from his seat. "But we still need to get inside the city."

Jon Connington was usually an unsmiling man, but he let himself show a little smirk. "I have an idea about that actually…"

Within the walls of the Red Keep and high up in the Tower of the Hand, the Small Council met once again. Tyrion entered the room to see the nervous faces of his sister, Pycelle and Varys, mixed with the calm face of his Uncle Kevan and the usual cold face of his Father.

"Well?" Tywin asked before Tyrion had had a chance to sit down. "Did he strike down his banners and surrender?"

Tyrion shook his head. "He is almost as stubborn as you, Father, and fearsome too."

Cersei snorted in amusement. "You were scared of a child?" She asked with glee.

Tyrion nodded honestly, not falling for her traps. "He has a powerful army behind him, and every single one of them have either a hatred towards ourselves or a wish to see us toppled. He has Ser Barristan Selmy at his side wearing the white cloak. And then there is the creatures…"

"We know they have elephants." Kevan stated bluntly. "Enough whispers followed from Crackclaw Point of those."

"But they haven't been used yet." Tywin added. "He will seek to use them here. His full strength charging at us."

Tyrion shook his head as he poured an overly large glass of wine. "It is not the elephants that have me worried, Father." He gulped down a large mouthful. "It is the dragon."

A small silence followed that statement, followed by another snorting laugh coming from Cersei. "You have gone mad." She grinned. "That was a banner, Tyrion, not a live animal."

"The Targaryen rejected our terms and offered terms of his own." Tyrion snapped angrily. "He wants you." He nodded at Tywin. "As well as Ser Gregor knelt before him in chains. He wants Joffrey to surrender the Iron Throne himself and then perhaps he will legitimise him as a Lannister, though I believe he will just kill him." He sighed and took a large gulp of wine. "I told him that you would ever agree to that and so he reached under the table and pulled out a crate. He unlocked it and retrieved a dragon!" He was waving his arms in exasperation. "I saw it with my own eyes, a black scaled creature with red colouring on its back and wings. The size of a dog for now, but dragons grow quickly when they are free to roam."

Varys shifted nervously. "This would confirm some… alarming reports of the funeral of Lord Rosby, Lord Hand. There was no body, and there is reportedly charring on the road to Duskendale."

"Dragons…" Pycelle stammered. "Impossible…"

"I SAW IT!" Tyrion roared, slamming his goblet against the table and spilling the drink inside. "I saw a dragon, and I also saw the discontent amongst the people of the city when I passed them as the smell of feasting filters over the walls. If we are not careful, we will all be burned alive. If we are stupid, we might just be torn apart by a mob before the walls are breached."

Tywin brought a hand to his chin as he thought. "Kevan, take as many men as you can and secure the gates further. If any of the people try and attack from the inside, treat them as you would the invading army." Nodding, Kevan rose to his feet and departed. As the door closed, Tywin turned back to Tyrion. "You were right, I will not accept those terms. A battle is inevitable now." Then he looked at Cersei. "Bring the women and children into the Maidenvault. Have Ser Arys with you for protection." Cersei nodded and got to her feet too, but a final word from Tywin noticeably made her blood boil. "Send Joffrey to me, he will need to be visible for his soldiers."

"He will not fight." Cersei snarled at her Father, but Tywin just glared back.

"He will do what I tell him to do." Tywin explained coldly. Cersei looked like she wanted to argue but the glare from Tywin stopped her before she could start, and she simply huffed and stormed out of the room.

Tyrion looked gleeful, his prior fear of the living dragon he had seen almost moved to the back of his mind. "That will never get old." He joked, drinking some more.

"Enough." Tywin stopped the dwarf before he could get going. "You will also get your armour on. You will also be on the walls."

Tyrion Lannister's amusement was gone as he felt the colour leave his cheeks, and his imagination was quickly filled with his little body roasting in dragon fire.

Night fell and gave way to the day, and Luke spent the majority of it training with his men and preparing them for their tasks. When the first sign of sundown began to peek through the clouds and the gates to the city remained firmly shut, the Targaryen knew that Tywin Lannister had refused his demands.

"Ned." He called out, and almost immediately his Dornish squire dutifully appeared at his side.

"Your Grace." Edric Dayne bowed his head in greeting.

"Go and find Lord Velaryon and Lord Redwyne." The Targaryen began. "Tell them to keep their eyes trained towards the Dragon Gate. If they see a flaming arrow in the night sky, they are to attack. Then come back here, I'll need my plate armour."

Edric Dayne bowed again and ran off to find his horse, leaving Luke to take a long drink from a water skin before he returned to his tent with those of his Kingsguard that were in the camp. "Barristan, Caspor, you will be with me." He told them all on the way. "Rolly, I want you with Jon."

"My place is with you, Your Grace." The youngest of his four Kingsguard stated, and Luke noticed that his friend was actually hurt.

The Targaryen stopped and placed his hand on Rolly's shoulder. "You will be with Jon, my friend. And his mission is possibly more important than my own."

The knight didn't look happy, but he bowed his head in acceptance anyway. "As you command, My King." He said, before walking in a different direction to go and join Connington.

They reached the tent then and Luke was pleased to see his plate was already laid out. He began to strip himself of the training armour he had been wearing when his squire entered the tent and Luke could finally get himself completely ready.

He caught his reflection as Ned was tightening the last straps on his shoulder pauldrons, and Luke was very impressed with himself. The black steel was polished and shining in the candlelight, and the rubies on his chest in the shape of his sigil were sparkling. On his arms as well he had integrated his golden rings of service to the Golden Company. He knew he would be a target, but at that point he didn't care, just being amazed at the spectacle he saw looking back at him in the armour that showed both his past, as well as his future as the head of House Targaryen.

"You're ready, Your Grace." Ned Dayne stated, moving to pick up Blackfyre's sword belt, and Luke nodded his agreement.

"Fine work as always." Luke praised, as he moved his arms up to allow Edric to tie the belt to his waist. He then waited for Edric to tidy up his hair underneath his chainmail coif and saw the young man grab the black steel helmet.

He had heard stories of extravagant dragon helms, mostly of Daemon Blackfyre's and his elder brother Rhaegar's, but Luke hadn't wanted something quite so awkward to wear nor so obvious to grab, so he had arranged for the smith to make one in the fashion of his Father's old Kingsguard helms, but with the edges lined in gold and the steel detailed like dragon scales to mark his connection to the dragons and to differentiate from the Kingsguard helms he had added a retractable visor to better protect his face. The Targaryen felt ready as he let Ned hand him the helm and held it under his arms. "You'll be involved in the fighting this time, Ned." He told the 14-year-old. "You're ready."

"Thank you, Your Grace." The boy bowed politely, grabbing his own sword and shield and strapping them to his body before grabbing Luke's own shield, a heater shield with his own personal golden sigil adorning it. Luke had Edric strap the shield to his left hand to finish him off, and with a deep breath, the Targaryen led the young Dayne now pulling a bone horn necklace over his neck out of the tent and into the darkness.

His armies were gathering in their lines, and so Luke, Ned and the two Kingsguard Knights made their way to the front of the formation, where he saw Black Balaq wearing his distinguishable feather cloak as well as his arm rings stood next to a brazier. "I presume we've had no surrender." Luke stated.

Balaq shook his head. "They've moved into battle positions on the walls." He pointed the top tip of his Goldenheart bow up at the Dragon Gate. Luke followed the gaze and sure enough in the distance he could see specks of Red and Gold atop the walls.

Narrowing his eyes in acceptance of the situation and trying to psych himself up for the coming fight, Luke simply nodded his head the once and said. "Do it."

Balaq smirked and nocked an arrow, dipping the point into the lit brazier and setting the arrowhead alight. He pulled back on the string as far as it would allow and aimed the bow up in the air, just angled away from them. The archer took a deep breath, let the air out of his lungs and then released the string. The arrow shot up into the air, high above the height of the Dragon Gate and the vast majority of the city.

"If they didn't see that, they'll hear what comes next." Balaq chuckled darkly.

Luke agreed with that statement, and he turned to Ned Dayne, giving a silent nod. Ned Dayne picked up the horn around his neck and with a deep breath of his own, blew into it. The sound of trumpeting elephants quickly followed, and Luke turned his focus solely onto the gate that separated him from his city, counting down the seconds until he stepped foot inside it once more.

The Valyrian that Luke says to Valaxes, 'Māzigon bē', means 'Come Up' according to a couple of English to Valyrian translators.

I realised after listening to the History of Westeros Podcast on the Golden Company (part of their Blackfyre Rebellion series) that the wiki leaves out a fair bit when it comes to the actual people within the company, as well as underestimating what the potential impact of a Targaryen coming into power in a purely Blackfyre creation would be. I hint at some of that background here in a Tyrion POV and will go further into that with Luke later on down the line.

I really enjoyed writing the parlay. Tyrion is such a fun character to write from the perspective of and I wanted to show that scene from his POV to show how Luke comes across to his enemies.

What do you think Jon's idea is? Guesses down in the reviews please!

Finally however, the battle lines are drawn, and the assault is about to begin… I really wish I could draw so I could show you all my true idea of Luke's armour. But alas, I can't, so I hope you all got the idea from my description.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter!

Next Time: The Battle for King's Landing begins…

Reviews:

Gtopia: Ignoring the fact that you're asking about character progression with over three quarters of the story left to go, of course he will have some. The dragons are grown enough to burn a couple of prisoners as they're bigger than Dany's were in Season 2. No Westerosi Lord will be neutral in this, they'll either want the Targaryen's or not.

Suppes1: Thanks! It wouldn't be a massive thing, more like a short story with a few chapters, but the post The Golden Dragon world I've started to create looks to be too big for a single chapter.

Tony McNucklz: I don't know how well known the Frey betrothal was outside of the Riverlands in fairness but I didn't even factor that in when I thought of it haha. Nymeria is the diplomat of the Sand Snakes for sure so as you say it makes the most sense. The thing with the Bolton temptation is that Luke would only do something like that if he can't bring Robb to the table. Despite how hypocritical this may sound after last chapter, he doesn't just go around blaming the children for their Father's actions because he remembers his own Father. The Baratheons and Lannisters are the exceptions to that rule though.

Guest (grievances): Luke knows what his Father was. He may be a Targaryen and quick to anger, but he's understanding that for the most part, the sins of the Father are not those of the son.

Guest (consequences): Yes, he will face consequences, some rather massive ones towards the end of the story. As for respect and allegiance, he has the undying allegiance of the Golden Company, he's acting exactly like Aegon the Conqueror in how he deals with those that surrender and those that don't, and he's still young.

Anonymous: If I were you I would call a therapist, that's some extremely disturbing thoughts and opinions.

McMysterio: Yeah it's a different Tywin here. With the Reach in opposition and actually under a capable and war wanting King like Luke their massive numbers are extremely useful in just pushing Tywin into a sense of desperateness. It's not even like they could have hired a bunch of other Sellsword companies either because most of them will have been defeated by the Golden Company over the last 90 years or so. The Lannisters certainly won't make it easy and Tywin won't surrender easily.