Author's Note:WHAT IS UP MUCKAAAACHUNGAAAAS!? IT'S TRAVEZTY! And today, I'm going to be bringing you all a very special story this October! It's not going to be limited to October though, it is going to be something consistent! So let me give you guys some context on this story… A long long time ago, Longclaw 1-6 and I had discussed how we could actually do a Vampiric Game of Thrones/A Song of Ice and Fire story, and the result of that was a story I wrote called "Draculya: A Song of Ice and Fire". After looking at it's stats, it has 11 Reviews, 49 Favorites, and 49 Follows, something that I am immensely proud of! So any of you who were a fan of that story, consider this as a Reincarnation of that story! Now before we get down into the Nitty-Gritty of this story, I would like to inform you guys of several changes from the original story.

The First Change is that I'm actually going to be combining the Historical Voivode Vladislaus Dracula with his Vampire Counterpart, but in my own way. Recently, I have been doing research into Vlad III Dracula, the Impaler, thanks to the YouTube channels "ExtraCredits", "The Infographics Show", "History Profiles", "Knowledgia", the Movies "Bram Stoker's Dracula", "Van Helsing", the Animes "Hellsing Ultimate", "Castlevania", "Rosario + Vampire Seasons 1 + 2", the Videogames "Castlevania: Lords of Shadow series", "Legacy of Kain Series", and and my own research into both the Historical and Literary Draculas, on top of Dungeons and Dragons 5th Edition. Thanks to these resources, I was inspired to create my own version of Dracula. More on that later.

The Second Change is that I'm going to be including Vladi's siblings into this story which, until I watched ExtraCredit's videos on Dracula, I didn't know that Vlad had any siblings. After watching it, I actually got several ideas for Mircea and Radu, especially after I learned that Radu was considered the more handsome, more social, and more charismatic of his siblings, especially with the Ottomans. As for Mircea, as much as I've researched, I could only find the fact that Mircea was extremely against Vlad II Dracul's alliance with the Ottomans, was an able Military Commander, and a Master Cavalier, and despite his opposition to the Ottomans, he truly loved his brothers. This to me will play into what I have planned for Mircea and Radu in this story!

The Third Change is what I plan to do for these three brothers. In the original story, I had attempted to recreate the Castlevania Anime's Golden Trio of Alucard, Sypha, and Trevor Belmont through the means of Vladislaus Draculya, Victoria Frankenstein, and Abraham Van Helsing. This, however, was not a perfect balance of what I had thought, as such I have gone back to the drawing board and recreated my golden trio with the express interest of keeping Vlad and his family together, with Mircea and Radu replacing Victoria and Abe. Now to explain what I have planned for these three brothers, I have decided to exploit two major themes with House Draculesti: Vampirism and Draconic Themes. I plan on doing this by way of having Mircea, Vlad, and Radu all being not only Dhampirs, but also 3 out of the possible 6 Draconic Subclasses in Dungeons and Dragons 5th Edition, with the brothers being a Drakewarden Ranger, a Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk, and a Draconic Bloodline Sorcerer respectfully.

As for my reasoning for each of these, I will give a brief explanation, starting with Mircea. Now as I explained above, Mircea is an able military commander, a cavalier, and, above all, passionate about loving his family. Now what does this sound like? Answer: The Targaryens! They are an extremely hotblooded group who, when in a perfect family unit, are extremely protective and loving of their families, despite the madness, but as Oberyn once said in a segment about poisons "For a man who knows his heart, is passion not a form of madness". Not only that, Drakewardens are one part foot soldiers and one part cavalry, so having Mircea being a Dragon Rider would make perfect sense for this young dragon.

For Radu, with what more I know about him from ExtraCredits, I know for a fact that Radu was not only considered extremely handsome for a Dracula, but he was also extremely intelligent, charming, and charismatic, with having mastered an array of skills that included the Turkish Language, the teachings of the Qur'an, Logic, Mathematics, and Philosophy. This, in my mind secured him an easy pick for a Draconic Bloodline Sorcerer. However, I wanted to also translate how his diplomatic skills would also translate into the art of Draconic Sorcery, and how Radu's powers would only be amplified by his charms. Personally, I don't like Radu, but I will endeavor to make him a better version of himself than he was in History.

Finally, we come to the big man himself, Vladislaus III Tepes Dracula, and this one will be something of a controversial pick. You see, out of all of the members of his family, Vlad embraced his draconic heritage the most, and I wanted to express this by turning him into a Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk. Now I know everyone is going to hate me for making Vlad a Monk, but I honestly can't see Vlad being a Purple Dragon Knight, or a Cleric/Paladin of a Dragon God for a few main reasons. For the Purple Dragon Knight, it's not only a very weak fighter subclass, but it is far too… Compassionate to mix well with what I have planned for Vlad. For the Cleric, while I will take inspiration from Alucard from Hellsing, I don't want to have Vlad swear himself to a Dragon God. As for the Paladin, while he was a member of the Order of the Dragon, the fact that Vladi, in history, was anything but a staunch paladin was pretty damn obvious if you did your research. Besides, while everyone does consider Monk to be the weakest class in D&D, and in some cases rightly so, the only reason for that is because the Monk is a Slow-Burn Class, it's abilities build up much slower than the other classes, but once it hits 7th Level, it starts cooking with Gas. However, the RAW Way of the Ascendant Dragon is far too underpowered for my purposes, so I will be using my Homebrew Version of the Ascendant Dragon to give it the leg up it needs.

Now, one last thing, before I begin the story, I have come across in my research that Vladislaus actually had 3 Wives (technically two wives and a lover) throughout his lifetime, and this is was later featured in the original Dracula Horror Film, the Dracula Novel, and in the Movie Van Helsing, though they weren't the exact same people in history. But I'm actually thinking of doing the same thing, and I got a really good suggestion from Longclaw 1-6, a friend and senpai of mine in the GoT/ASoIaF Fanfiction community. However, I will leave that as a surprise to be explored later.

Anyway, I think that is enough out of me for now, please be sure to Follow, Favorite, Review, and Share this story with anyone and everyone you know who likes Game of Thrones/A Song of Ice and Fire, Dungeons and Dragons, and Historical Figure Content! Catch ya on the Flipside! BLOOD FROM STONE!

Chapter 1: Bloody Tears

King's Landing, the Crownlands

Prince Rhaegar Targaryen, taking a drink of water, sits as he looks at his friend, Kingsguard member Ser Arthur Dayne, sitting down with him as they try to wrap their heads around what King Rhaegar had been told only a few hours ago by King Aerys Targaryen… Prince Rhaegar is going to be betrothed to Lady Lyanna Stark of Winterfell, something that even Oberyn Martell, initially angry with Rhaegar, had been convinced to calm down and think. Oberyn had realized that Rhaegar hadn't wanted this, and that, despite the King's attitude towards Elia, and her fragile health, Rhaegar truly loved her. "This is getting insane!" Rhaegar says, "Father is losing his mind more and more by the day!"

"My Prince, I know how you feel, but that is why we asked Ser Oswell to get in contact with Lord Walter…" Ser Arthur Dayne says, "Have patience, my Prince, Lady Elia knows what she is doing."

"Ser Arthur is right, goodbrother!" Prince Oberyn says, "Besides, what could possibly go wrong?"

"Famous last words…" Rhaegar says, but then suddenly they hear the sound of a trumpet, that of the palace guard, sending out a call for help, and… "That was from Maegor's Holdfast!" The trio rush over to the Holdfast as fast as they can, the palace guards rushing with them, and as they approach, they hear a little girl screaming. Bashing down the door to the room, Rhaegar and Oberyn are the first to see it, Elia on the ground, her throat torn clean out, to the point of the bones of her vertebra have been exposed, and a man standing at the window sill, looking at them with glowing red eyes, his black hair noticeable. "STOP!" Rhaegar shouts, drawing Blackfyre, and charging at the man, who jumps from the window… Rhaegar looks over the edge, only to see a cloud of black and silver mist flying away through the air.

"Elia!" Oberyn says, rushing to his sister's corpse, the man crying as he holds her in his arms.

"Elia…" Rhaegar says, walking to his wife and falling to his knees, tears flowing down the dragon prince's eyes as he reaches for his wife's cheek. Oberyn let's go of his sister so that Rhaegar can hold his wife close… And what is heard next will echo in Oberyn's mind forever, Rhaegar let's loose a scream that one could swear was like that of a dragon mourning the loss of his mate or rider, the anger and sorrow echoing in his roar. It is almost as if all of King's Landing can sense their Prince's grief and sorrow, and quickly, the word spreads throughout Westeros of the Death of Elia Martell.

After Three Days, Rhaegar sits alone as he mourns for his wife, sitting in her favorite spot within the Red Keep, only for Oswell Whent to walk over, "Ser Oswell?"

"My Prince, I am glad to have found you, despite the circumstances… I may need your help." Ser Oswell says.

"What is it?"

"My brother, Lord Walter Whent, has had to evacuate Harrenhal… After the news of Princess Elia had reached Harrenhal, and not more than a few hours after word had arrived, he had seen a man cloaked in the black shadowy smoke flying into the tallest tower of Harrenhal. He had attempted to send his men out to capture the criminal, but he has been slaughtering his men one by one." Ser Oswell explains, "It's gotten so bad that my brother has had the area sealed off to prevent anyone from escaping… At night, there are deaths being reported of soldiers and knights and soldiers having their throats torn out in the same way as Princess Elia, and they are powerless to try and stop it. I need to get to Harrenhal to deal with this creature, but I know you and Lord Oberyn would like to join me in order to be able to help."

"If it means I can avenge Elia, then I will do it, but if even your soldiers can't kill him, how are we going to?" Rhaegar asks.

"Perhaps I can help…?" A voice appears from above them, as they see something hanging from the ceiling, in which movement is seen as a pair of large bat-like wings open up to reveal a man standing on the ceiling, before dropping down and landing before Prince Rhaegar and Ser Oswell Whent, who reach for their swords. "Be calm, my Prince, Ser Knight… I am only here to help!"

"Who are you, and what are you doing here?"

"Hunting down the creature that killed the fair princess… Though it seems I arrived too late…" The man says, to which Rhaegar looks at the man before him, seeing what looked to be, shockingly, a reflection of him, with a few major differences… The First is that of the man's long, curly, unkempt black hair falling down to his shoulders, with matching eyebrows, whilst there is a neatly trimmed mustache on his upper lip, with a small patch of hair on his lower lip. There are also the menacing green eyes that Rhaegar can't get out of his mind, which give off a cold and terrible appearance to him, making him appear more threatening than he is. His eyelashes are also longer, with thicker eyebrows, ending with a slight reddening to his face. Rhaegar looks at this man, the man's wings slowly folding against the man's back, feeling a strange sense of familiarity, and, strangely, longing, as if a missing part of him was right in front of him. "As for who I am… Allow me to… Introduce myself… I am Prince Vladislaus… Tepes… Draculya… Of Wallachia…" He stands and bows to Prince Rhaegar, smirking, revealing that, like Elia's killer, he too has long canine teeth.

"What are you?" Rhaegar asks, reaching for his sword, only to find the man who was in front of him leaning against him. "What the!?"

"My my, your highness, you certainly have never faced a Vampyre before have you?" Vlad asks, to which Rhaegar draws his sword, only to find the man grabbing Rhaegar's wrist, then slamming his palm into the Prince's chest, and then, in a rapid flurry of movements lands two more palm strikes into Rhaegar's chest, causing the Prince to fall to the ground, coughing.

"You-" That is when the man has his sword at Ser Oswell's neck.

"Is this all that constitutes a Kingsguard? I'm disappointed… That Vampyre will rip you apart before you know what hit you…" Rhaegar looks up at the man, growling as he looks at him, but sees the man pull his sword back and then proceed to sheathe it, offering Prince Rhaegar a hand. "I've hunted and fought them before… So allow me to capture the fiend… And I promise you, vengeance shall be yours…" Rhaegar looks in the man's eyes, though seemingly threatening due to his facial features, the Prince can see no deception in his eyes. The Prince takes the hand offered to him, Vlad helping the man stand up.

"What is this creature you are talking about?" Rhaegar asks.

"It is a Vampyre, a creature that is neither living nor dead…"

"Impossible!" Ser Oswell says.

"Oh really? Then how do you explain a half-Vampyre like myself?" Vlad asks, pulling his cheek and revealing his fangs.

"If they are truly the living dead, how do we kill them?" Rhaegar asks.

"How to kill them is easier to know than to execute… You see, the magic that keeps a Vampyre "alive" so to speak is actually a more fragile magic in practice than it is on paper. Vampyres have several weaknesses, having suffered them myself… Physical wounds are fleeting, as their immortal flesh will begin to close as soon as it is cleaved… Vampyres need only fear those wounds which Impale or Enflame… Water, especially flowing water, scorches like acid, and Sunlight's touch is extremely fatal to them, as such they only go out to hunt at night, or wait until a very cloudy day where sunlight is so much weaker that all they need to worry about is keeping an eye on the sky." Vlad explains, to which he then notices the sound of something moving, and they turn to see little Rhaenys walking over.

"Rhaenys?" Rhaegar asks, walking over to Rhaegar.

"Muna visit me…" Rhaenys says.

"What?" Rhaegar asks.

"In dreams…" Rhaenys says.

"Oh Rhaenys… Your muna visits me in her dreams as well…"

"She said… "Song of Ice and Fire must not be silenced before it plays"..." Rhaenys says.

"Child…" Vlad says, kneeling to her, closing his eyes, "Great Princess, please enlighten me… Did you say "The Song of Ice and Fire"?"

"Kessa… Who are you?" Rhaenys asks, to which Vlad opens his eyes.

"I am a Vampyre Hunter… I hunt the monsters that killed your mother…" Vlad says, smiling at the little girl, keeping his fangs hidden. "Do not worry, your mother will be avenged, I will make sure of it!" Rhaenys looks at the man, with wide eyes, and looks at her father, "I was just being hired by your father to kill the creature."

"Kepa?" Rhaenys asks.

"This man…" He hesitates, "He knows the kind of creature we were going to face and how to fight it, so we were going to ride to Harrenhal to fight it. With this experienced hunter at our side, we will have our victory."

"You're not going anywhere without me!" Prince Oberyn says, walking out of the shadows. "Even if I don't know what kind of creature we face, I will be there to aid in the death of my sister's murderer. She won't be able to rest if I do not do so!"

"I would welcome your aid… Uhm…"

"My apologies, Prince Vladislaus, this is my goodbrother, Prince Oberyn Martell!" Rhaegar says.

"Uncle!" Rhaenys says.

"I see, my apologies for being so rude, my Prince, I would be glad to have you join the hunt…" He smiles at Oberyn, and then suddenly his eyes glow slightly as he looks at the trio that will be joining him. 'Prince Oberyn Martell, Race: Yuan-Ti, Class: Monk (Way of Mercy), Background: Noble… Ser Oswell Whent, Race: Human, Class: Paladin (Oath of the Crown), Background: Noble… Prince Rhaegar Targaryen, Race: Dragonborn, Class: Ranger (Conclave: Undecided), Background: Noble… Not a bad balance in this one, but still, not a great one, considering they are all 3rd Level. The dangers in this world are abysmally low… If they were to face a real Vampyre, then things will certainly be more perilous.'

As Rhaegar and his little party prepare to set off to hunt the Vampyre, Vlad makes a stop at the Sept of Balor, looking to Statues of the Seven, and finding the Statue of the Stranger. Looking at it, he recognizes the Visage of the Goddess who had saved his life and kneels before it, bringing out an amulet on a golden chain, a silver crucifix and begins to speak in another language. A Septon, noticing him, walks over to the man and looks at him. "Are you lost, my friend?"

"No, I have found who I am looking for…" Vlad says, looking up to the Statue of the Stranger.

"Why do you seek to Pray to the Stranger, my son?"

"Because it was Death who saved my life…" Vlad says, holding the symbol in his hand, "I should not be alive, and yet Death spared me…" He looks to the priest and shakes his head, "Forgive me, I am a foreigner in a foreign land, and my faith has us worshiping four gods instead of Seven…" The Septon is about to say something when Vlad looks at him, "Tell me, Priest, how do I perform a prayer to the Gods of this country?"

"Why do you wish to know?" The Septon asks, venom in his voice.

"Because this deity I stand before is one that my country worships as well… Death… For it is thanks to her we find comfort in passing, and live every day to our fullest…" The Septon looks at Vlad, a bit conflicted, but then looks at him, then smiles.

"When we wish to pray to a god, we light a candle to a God that we wish to hear our prayers…" The Septon says.

"Then might I borrow one, I fear I have come unprepared…" Vlad says, to which the Septon nods and provides a Candle, and Vlad gently takes it, running his fingers along the wick, much to the shock of the priest as Vlad lights the candle with the gesture and places the candle before the statue. "Oh Mighty Raven Queen, Goddess of the Purifying Cycle of Life, Death, and Rebirth… Matron of the Ravens, Lady of Fate, and Mother of Winter… I beseech thee, if it be thy will, aid Princes Rhaegar, Oberyn, Ser Oswell Whent, and myself in the hunt of he who defies the Natural Order, so that we may send his soul onto you for divine judgment." Vlad says, placing the candle before the Statue of the Stranger. Vlad then backs away a bit, taking out his holy symbol, and then kneels, whispering sacred prayers… The Septon looks at him incredulously, almost as if he was seeing the dead brought back to life. That is when, much to everyone's surprise, ravens begin flying into Sept, and one of them lands upon Vlad's shoulder, the man smiling as he offers the raven a piece of food, which the animal takes and flies off with the rest of it's murder. "You have my thanks, Priest…" He then gives the man a bag, "My donation to the church for your kindly service…"

"Who… What are you?"

"I am but a Prince of a Foreign Land lost somewhere he doesn't belong…" Vlad says, smiling at the Priest before walking off. The Priest looks into the bag and finds gold coins, stamped with a five tailed comet, whilst the other side is that of a crucifix with flames at the end of each end of the cross. The Septon looks to where Vlad was, only to see the man is gone… Vlad, wandering through the streets, snarls as he looks about the poverty that has stricken the streets, 'A perfect hunting ground for a vampyre, so many people to feast upon, and so many of them homeless, without work, sick or dying…' Vlad then holds his nose as a breeze brings over the stench of the city, 'And the stench of this place to boot, so disgusting! What kind of King would force his people to live like this!?'

"Prince Draculya!" A voice calls to him, revealing it is Oberyn. "There you are!"

"Prince Oberyn, how might I help you?"

"I was looking for you! Rhaegar and Ser Oswell Whent are heading towards the King's Gate, I was asked to find you and lead you to them." Prince Oberyn says, to which Vlad nods as he follows behind the Martel Prince, who, though on a Horse, Vlad seems to be able to keep up with it casually. "You are quite fast for an outsider."

"I trained most of my life as a Monk, speed is the name of our game in combat…" Vlad says, "As I am also of the Way of the Ascendant Dragon, I have the skill and elemental power to back it up."

"Way of the Ascendant Dragon? That is quite interesting…" Oberyn says. "Tell me, how do you find King's Landing?"

"It is a royal mess, to be honest… It's the perfect hunting grounds for a coven of Vampyres… Too many people are homeless and without work, sick,starving and dying, easy pickings for a coven until they've found a place to hide permanently in the city. There are also the fact that the place stinks to high heaven, so hunting vampyres by scent alone would be impossible."

"Scent?" Oberyn asks. "How can you track a Vampyre by scent?"

"A Vampyre, when it feeds, has to constantly relieve itself of urine, and Vampire Urine has an exceedingly tell-tell scent about it, foul and full of a foul smelling element called Nitrogen, which makes them smell extremely terrible, even if they wash themselves. That is why, between hunts, they use homemade scented oils to cover up their smell." Vlad explains, "So King's Landing will not only hide their scent, but there is so much prey available out on the streets alone that it wouldn't take long for them to situate themselves."

"By the gods, if that was how Elia got targeted, do you think it's possible there could be a "coven" here right now?" Oberyn asks.

"Thankfully, as far as I know, there haven't been any signs of Vampire Covens in the city, but you can't be too careful." Vlad explains. "If we make it back, I'll need to keep a close eye on that…" Oberyn nods as they travel to the King's Gate, where the duo meet up with Prince Rhaegar and Ser Oswell.

"Prince Oberyn, Prince Vladislaus…!" Ser Oswell says, "Are you ready to go?"

"Yes, we must fly as fast as we can to Harrenhal, who knows what will happen before we arrive!" Rhaegar says.

Harrenhal, 2 Weeks Later…

Vlad, landing next to the Princes and Knight, they look on in horror as they see what was supposed to be the set up for a great tourney is now nothing more than ruins, how Harrenhal, once filled with life, now reduced to ruin as there are corpses lying about everywhere. "We were too late…" Vlad says, looking at one of the soldiers lying on the ground, moving it's head to the side to reveal the bite marks. "Poor bastards…"

"Walter!" Oswell shouts, calling out for his brother as they ride through Harrenhal's open gates. "Brother, where are you!?" Vlad reaches for his sword and draws it as they start moving through the ghostly halls of Harrenhal.

"Ser Knight, please remain calm and everyone, keep your eyes peeled… The moment you smell something other than decay, warn us…" Vlad says, taking point as they begin to wander through the halls of Harrenhal, wandering through the halls, until they start hearing crying. To this, Vlad leads them towards a locked door, where there was the sound of crying, and Oswell immediately recognizes the voice.

"Alyce!" Oswell says.

"Uncle Oswell!?" Alyce Whent asks from within, rushing to the door, but hesitating to open it. "Please, tell me it is you! If you did, tell me what you sent me for my nameday last year!"

"I sent you a container of Moon Tea, to hide from your father that you were no longer a maiden!" Ser Oswell says the girl opened the door, revealing a beautiful young woman with dark hair and beautiful eyes, her eyes having become swollen from crying and her face stained from her tears. "Alyce!"

"Uncle!" Alyce says, hugging her uncle and crying. "I thought I was going to die here alone!"

"It's alright, Alyce, we're here!" Ser Oswell says, however, that is when they hear a sniffing sound.

"OSWELL MOVE!" Vlad shouts, kicking Oswell and Alyce out of the way of the Vampyre jumping down from above them. The group backs away and Oswell draws his sword, Vlad doing the same as he takes a unique stance while looking at the creature.

"You again!?" The Vampyre says, "Hounding us as ever, you filthy half-breed!" The Creature jumps out of the way as a shaft of sunlight nearly hits it. "Will you ever get enough of killing your kin!?"

"You filthy creatures are no Kin of mine!" Vlad snarls, his eyes glowing green as he snarls at the undead.

"Feh… You and the rest of the people of this world will learn your place, beneath our fangs!"

"Not if I bite your head off first!" Vlad bites back.

"Enough!" Oberyn says, "I am Prince Oberyn Martell of Dorne, and I am here today to put you down, you miserable beast, for slaughtering my sister like an animal!"

"You are all the same meat to me!" The Vampyre says, "Besides, she wasn't the one I was after…"

"Let me guess, Orcus sent you after the "Song of Ice and Fire" correct?"

"How did you know!?"

"Let's say a little dragon had a prophetic dream!" Rhaegar says, "You will die for what you have done, monster, to my wife, and for traumatizing my daughter!"

"Feh, you know nothing, Rhaegar Targaryen!" The Vampyre says, "Still, it will be interesting feeding on a Dragonborn's blood, I've never tasted Dragon before!" Vlad snarls and then glares at the creature, "And I will silence the Song in the name of my Master!"

"Not if I have anything to say about it!" Vlad says, snarling. "Ser Oswell, get your niece out of here, we'll cover you, and no matter what happens, stay in the sunlight!"

"Understood!" Ser Oswell says, growling as he has to abandon his prince, but Rhaegar gives the knight a nod, giving the man his permission to save his niece. As they retreat, Vlad opens his wings and flies up to the Vampyre on the ceiling, drawing his sword. The Vampyre snarls as Vlad swings his sword with one hand, slashing the Vampyre, who hisses loudly in pain. Snarling at the Vampyre, Vlad lands on the ceiling and begins by swinging his fist, his hand bursting into Emerald Flames. Rhaegar and Oberyn look in shock as they watch Vlad's burning fist miss, only for a second attack, a burning kick, striking the vampyre in the chest. Oberyn, snapping out of his shock, takes his Spear and concentrates as he focuses, looking at the Vampyre, knowing he might only get a single shot at this, carefully aims, and then throws. The Vampyre, turning to the Nobles, finds itself being impaled by a snake-crested spear as it forces him to fall from the ceiling, and land on the ground hard, the vampire snarling in pain.

"Nice shot, my prince!" Vlad says, smiling at Oberyn! "Next time though, aim for the head or the heart, landing a shot there will kill a vampire instantly!"

"Noted!" Oberyn says, to which the Vampyre snarls as it picks itself up, all three princes watching as the slash that Vlad had made immediately begins to heal.

"A mortal's spear, piercing me? But how!?" The Vampyre asks. "There should be no magic in this world!"

"Ah, but that is no ordinary spear." Oberyn says, "I have come across many a Valyrian Steel Dagger in my time, and I had their blades readjusted into the spear heads I am famous for." To which the Vampyre glares at Oberyn, "So you shouldn't be so cocky!"

"DAMN YOU!" The Vampyre shouts, charging at Oberyn, swinging his 3 inch long talons at Oberyn, the first one barely missing, but when it goes to swing for the second one… Everyone then hears a maniacal laughter, in which Vlad looks at the Vampyre with amusement as it trips over a rock and lands in an area where the sun is flowing through the main door, and immediately, it's body catches fire, the Vampyre screaming in bloody agony.

"NOW MY PRINCE!" Vlad shouts to Rhaegar, "STRIKE HIM DOWN!"

"Elia…" Rhaegar prays, thinking of his late wife, and the happiness they had together, "Lend me your strength!" Rhaegar shouts, his sword catching fire as it does so, the Prince too focused on the Vampyre to notice as he rushes forward, raising his sword above his head. "FIRE AND BLOOOOD!" Rhaegar strikes out at the Vampyre with all his might, gripping his sword in two hands as he does so, the Vampyre screaming in pain as further burning agony is brought down upon it. Oberyn looks at Rhaegar with his eyes wide as he watches this, only for Vlad to drop down, glaring at the Vampyre with glowing green eyes.

"Time to die!" Vlad says, menacingly, breathing in deeply, in which Rhaegar looks at Vlad, seeing a light glowing in the Prince of Wallachia's mouth, but, when he has the instinct to dodge it, a familiar voice speaks to him.

"It is alright my love… You are a Dragon… Fire cannot Kill a Dragon…" Elia's voice whispers into his ear.

"Elia?" Rhaegar asks.

"FIRE DRAGON… ROAAAAAAAR!" Vlad shouts, unleashing a torrent of emerald hued flames from his mouth.

"RHAEGAR, NOOO!" Oberyn shouts as the flames consume both Rhaegar and the Vampyre, in which Vlad unleashes all of his might into the blast, a dragon's roar echoing as he unleashes his breath weapon… As the flames die out, Ser Oswell rushes back into the hall the smoke shrouding everything, and Oberyn grabs Vlad by his shirt. "You bastard! You murdered my good brother! Now Rhaenys and Aegon are orphans thanks to you!"

"I wouldn't be so sure about that…" Vlad says, looking over to where Rhaegar is, finding that the Prince is not only alive… But Unburnt… What's more, Rhaegar seems to be holding something in his arms, much to the surprise of everyone, but Vlad, seeing something in his arms…

"Rhaegar?" Oberyn asks, shocked.

"My prince?" Ser Oswell says, Rhaegar's clothing having burned away, but in his arms is a little scaly creature, climbing up Rhaegar's body to reveal it's image… A Beautiful Bronze Dragon with Jade colored wings, eyes, and crests, with black horns, talons, and teeth, climbing up his body and looking at both of them. "A Dragon…!" The two men, and Lady Whent, kneel before Rhaegar, seeing Dragons have come again, in which Vlad smiles proudly.

"But… How?" Oberyn asks.

"Rhaegar knew what he had to be all along…" Vlad says, "I just gave him the means to which he could embrace his destiny." The little Dragon then stands defiant against the world, roaring loudly…

Kingsroad, to King's Landing

With the aid of the People of Harrentown, which had, thankfully, only just recently started suffering under the Vampyre's hunger, as well as the Septon of the Town, they held a funeral and mass burial of the brave and innocent people who had died because of the Vampyre, and Vlad, being ever kind that he was, would have flowers of Garlic placed upon the graves of those who had suffered at the Vampyre's wrath. Unfortunately, Alyce Whent, having suffered so much at the hands of the Vampyre over the past two weeks, decides that, instead of inheriting her family's lands and titles, she decides to travel to Oldtown to become a Septa, her entire family slaughtered because of what happened. Vlad, feeling guilty about what had happened, would pass onto her a book, one that contained all the Knowledge his people had about Vampyres, and how to identify and hunt them…

After this, the trio would make their way back to King's Landing, and during the first night, Rhaegar would look to see the little dragon as they camped by the fire, looking at the rabbits they had caught for dinner, Rhaegar looking at the little creature. "Dracarys…" Rhaegar says to the creature, gently, who would tilt his head, confused. "Dracarys, Vermithor…"

"What is all this?" Vlad asks, a bit intrigued.

"I'm trying to teach Vermithor how to breathe fire."

"Breathe Fire?" Vlad asks, "But isn't he too young to do so?"

"Dragons can breathe fire soon after they leave the shell, they just need the proper motivation to do so." Rhaegar says, "Vermithor…" Rhaegar says, looking the little dragon in the eye, "Dracarys…" That is when Vermithor opens his mouth and then breathes down upon the rabbit meat, cooking it, much to Vlad's shock. "Good boy!"

"That's impossible!" Vlad says, his eyes wide, "A Drake shouldn't be able to breathe fire this soon!"

"A Drake?" Rhaegar asks, "What do you mean?"

"When you took on the full blast of my dragonfire, you were bathed in so much draconic energy that it awoke something in you, that something manifested into Vermithor." Vlad explains to Rhaegar, "That turned you into a Drakewarden, a form of draconic rider from my homeland, which makes Vermithor a Drake, not a Dragon. Drakes don't usually gain the ability to breathe fire until they turn 8 years old, or gain a certain level of combat experience! That's why I'm so baffled!"

"Then what does that make Vermithor?" Rhaegar says.

"I do not know!" Vlad says, trying to wrap his head around it, "This is unheard of!"

"Perhaps…" Oberyn says, looking at the two of them, "Perhaps it's because your country doesn't exist…" Vlad then looks to Oberyn, who smirks. "Tell me, where exactly does the country of Wallachia exist in Essos, because it does not exist in Westeros…" Vlad, wanting to open his mouth, can't find the words to speak, "You don't know? Or because you're not from either Westeros or Essos…? Or perhaps, not even this world at all."

"I…"

"I also never heard of Vampyres existing in any of the legends throughout my travels, the only thing that comes close is the Black Goat that the people of Qohor worship." Oberyn says, "You also mentioned the name of a creature named "Orcus"... I never heard of such a creature in my travels as well…"

"Tch…" Vlad says, sitting down, "Fine you got me…"

"So tell us, who are you really, and where do you come from?"

"I'm Vladislaus Tepes Draculya of Wallachia… I was born in the Material Realm of Mundos…" Vlad looks to Oberyn, "The Twin World of this one… Planetos…"

"Planetos… That's the name of our World?" Rhaegar asks, looking at Vlad.

"Yes… I come from the more magically inclined twin of this world known as Mundos… Our Worlds are separated by a Veil… According to the legends of Mundos, long long ago, a great battle was fought between the opposing forces of the Old Gods and the New Gods… The battle was so intense that, in order to put an end to the fighting, the Old Gods and New Gods decided to split the world in two… They took the Civilizations that were situated upon Ulthos and Sothoryos, and transported them to Mundos, whilst Planetos retained the populations and peoples of Westeros and Essos… On Mundos, Wallachia is one of the names of the Kingdoms in the region you know as the Riverlands, and it's capital, Targoviste, was situated in the exact same location as Harrenhal…" Vlad explains,
However, while the Geography is the same, everything is different… The Seven Kingdoms do exist, but it is more of an empire of 8 individual kingdoms, each ruled by a King, while the Emperor Reigns from Dragon's Reach, where King's Landing stands… And my house, House Draculesti, is my world's version of House Targaryen. The only difference is that Harrenhal was given to me by my father, Vlad Dracul, in which my other 2 Siblings were also given castles of their own."

"Then that means a member of my family is your counterpart in this world!" Rhaegar says, "Is it one of my stillborn or dead siblings… Is it Viserys? Or is it one yet to be born?" Rhaegar asks.

"Pardon my rudeness, but I'm looking right at him." Vlad says, which shocks Rhaegar, Oswell, and Oberyn, however, Rhaegar couldn't deny what was being told to him. "You and I are the same… However, where the difference between us lies is that one of my older siblings managed to survive his birth… However, he was forced to abstain from taking the throne, due to the fact he became a Drakewarden, like yourself."

"And why are you here?" Oberyn asks.

"Orcus, the Demon Lord of Undeath, has set his sights upon this world, and is working to free an old servant of his from imprisonment in the Land of Always Winter, hence why this year is being called "The Year of the False Spring"... He needs the cold to preserve his undead minions long enough so that they can finish their task…"

"Then how do we stop him?"

"We technically can't…" Vlad says, "Not until the Song of Ice and Fire is born…"

"And who is this Song of Ice and Fire!?" Rhaegar asks, getting annoyed.

"Your secondborn son… I overheard it, but you're betrothed to Lyanna Stark, Correct?"

"Yes, but why…?"

"The Pact of Ice and Fire!" Oberyn says, figuring out. "House Targaryen never provided a bride for House Stark, correct?"

"Yes… Father mentioned that but…"

"There you go…" Vlad says, "As for myself, my world lost it's Song of Ice and Fire, I won't let it happen here, and that's the end of that." Rhaegar looks at Vlad, seeing the anger and sorrow in his eyes, and realizes that he had likely lost his own wife and child to the conflict.

"One more question, did you bring anyone with you from your world?" Ser Oswell asks.

"I did, but currently, they are all sealed away in hibernation, until I can find a place for all of us to live safely, why?" Vlad asks, to which Rhaegar no sees where Ser Oswell is going with that line of questioning…

King's Landing…

Aerys Targaryen sits contemplatively as his maddened eyes look out towards his court, looking out at everyone who has gathered here for the latest session, his eldest son, Rhaegar, standing to the side with little Viserys, whilst his wife, Rhaella, looks worriedly as Aerys's eyes look towards the doors. Grand Maester Pycelle stands to the side holding a scroll as the doors open and walking into the Throne Room, Vlad walks towards King Aerys the Second of his name, dressed in leather garments of red and silvery-gray, a house banner hanging off his right shoulder, bearing the symbol of his house, a Red Dragon upon a Silver Field. He is dressed in the finest silver pants with matching leather boots, with a doublet, all of them silver material with accents of red as Vlad walks over to the Throne Room. Much to those looking, there is some sort of mountings upon his back that they do not recognize from any nation. There are metal pauldrons on his shoulders, with matching greaves on his lower legs and bracers on his forearms, the man walking to the throne, and then kneeling.

"Here stands Prince Vladislaus Tepes Draculya of the House Draculesti, a foreigner from a distant land known as Wallachia within the Great Grey Forest of Mossovy… It was thanks to his aid and experience that Prince Rhaegar, Prince Oberyn Martell, and Ser Oswell Whent were able to identify and destroy the Beast of Harrenhal, and avenge the murder of Princess Elia Targaryen and the massacre of House Whent." Grand Maester Pycelle says.

"What is that you bear against your back, Demon Hunter?" King Aerys asks.

"Oh these?" Vlad asks, smirking, to which Vladi then unfolds them, revealing a pair of wings. "A simple aid in helping me hunt my demonic quarry which… Unfortunately, they have found their way into Westeros, your Grace."

"Are those bat wings?" A noble mutters.

"Is he a Winged Man?" Another asks.

"SILENCE!" Aerys shouts, but then looks to Vlad once more, "You have done my people a great service, and though it appears, as you might think, a symptom of a deeper problem, I know you will require a place in which to house your fellow Demon Hunters until the problem is dealt with. As such, for your good service in aiding my heir, Prince Rhaegar in defeating the Beast of Harrenhal, I declare that you shall be granted the Castle of Harrenhal, with all of it's intended lands and incomes, to be held by your sons and grandsons, from this day, until the end of time."

"You honor me beyond words, your highness… Now I should try to acquire some sons and grandsons." This causes a chuckle to stir throughout the court, in which King Aerys lifts his hand.

"I actually have the perfect plan for that…" King Aerys says, madly. "Do you know of the plots of Tywin Lannister, my Prince?"

"No, my King, what plots do you speak of?"

'Old gods preserve me, here we go…' Rhaegar thinks.

"Tywin plots against the Iron Throne, my prince, he seeks to bring me down through whatever dastardly means he desires, having attempted to usurp my power once before, when I thought he was my closest friend and confidant…" King Aerys says, "However, I had obtained one thing to keep that bastard in check…" He then motions his hand to Ser Jaime Lannister, "His prized heir as my Kingsguard… Now all he has is a feeble woman whom he had sought to marry my son to, and his imp of a son whom he wishes was not his."

"A very wise decision, your grace…" Vlad says, though, internally, he is wanting to rip King Aerys's throat out right now… 'Raven Queen preserve me… And I thought my father was terrible!'

"However, this doesn't secure my victory or safety from the Lion's fangs or claws… Unfortunately, the Beast had claimed the life of my son's bride, Princess Elia Martell of Dorne, damnedable snake that she was, she did her duty and produced two children for my son…" Aerys says, smiling wickedly, "However, now that I have Dorne's support through his son, I now need to secure my Northern Flank… However, there is another choice I wish to exploit… My son tells me you claim the Blood of Old Valyria, do you not?"

"I do, your grace, as well as some of the lost martial arts of Old Valyria itself." Vlad says.

"Then I must ask, with my desire to secure my Northern Flank, and screw over Tywin further, how would you do this?" King Aerys asks.

"Me, your grace?" To this, Aerys nods, and Vlad thinks on it. "Well I do not know much about the houses of this country just yet, but perhaps marrying Rhaegar to the most powerful Family in your northernmost territories? As for humiliating the Lion of Lannister, why not marry his daughter to somebody who is of equal status to Rhaegar, yet not connected to the Iron Throne?"

"Such as yourself?" King Aerys says.

"If we are speaking hypothetically, maybe?" Vlad asks, not liking where this is going, to which Aerys laughs as the madness hits him.

"Excellent, Excellent! You do not disappoint! You think like a dragon just as I would hope!" King Aerys says, smirking as the fire fills his eyes. "I hereby call this meeting of the court adjourned!" After this, Rhaegar and Vlad sit in the gardens as Rhaenys plays, and Vlad is cursing up a storm under his breath.

"By all the- I walked right into that and I didn't even realize it!" Vlad says, "And I thought my father was a madman, this is just a whole other level of madness!"

"Your father was also a madman?"

"Yes, but unlike your father, whose madness, from what i understand, was induced by visions and torture… My father's madness was induced by circumstances and spoiling due to being a hostage, and having to try and balance two conflicting interests." Vlad explains, "By the Gods, how am I going to get out of this mess?"

"I think you should calm down and think about this for now, we've bought ourselves time, time enough that we should get to work on the project that Elia and I were working on to change things." Rhaegar says, to which Vlad calms down.

"Yes… I should get to Harrenhal and see about figuring out what to do with my new lands… I will need a few months to get things in order." Vlad says, "Plus, I think your father is going to want a grand stage to be set for his little "surprise"."

"I know… It's best we get started…" Rhaegar says, sighing, "I guess this is goodbye for now…"

"Take care, brother…" Vlad says, shaking hands with Rhaegar.

"Vladi!" Rhaenys says, walking over, and presents Vlad with something she made, a crown of flowers. "Here! For you!"

"Aw, why thank you!" Vlad says, smiling at her, taking it and putting it on his head. "I must be heading out now, be a good girl for your Kepa, okay?"

"Okay…" Rhaenys says, to which Vlad nods and flies off…

Winterfell, the North…

Sorting through the messages that have been piled upon his desk, Lord Rickard Stark is sighing as he tries to sort everything out… However, in one universe, where fate had been cruel, today it was kind as, Lord Rickard would end up finding a message with a Wax Seal, containing the sigil of House Targaryen upon it. Rickard, opening it in a flurry of movement, reads it closely, his eyes widening… It hasn't been long since he had heard about Princess Elia's Death, and the Massacre of House Whent… Now though… What he holds in his hand is something extremely shocking to him.

"Lord Rickard Stark…

I have not ever written to you before, but since the death of my gooddaughter, Princess Elia Martell, it seems that my son is distraught and heartbroken. In my wisdom and compassion for my son, I have been thinking about naming a new bride for him, but I do not wish to contact Tywin about what has transpired. The Ravenous Lion seeks only to take what rightfully belongs to House Targaryen. However, speaking of rights, I had recently stumbled upon an old document signed by our ancestors long ago during the Dance of the Dragons, a Pact of Ice and Fire that has gone unfulfilled for some time. I cannot let this stand, and my son is in need of a bride to mend his wounded heart. So I hereby extend the offer to finally fulfill his pact, even if it is not to the terms as stated, offering my son, Prince Rhaegar Targaryen to your Daughter, Lady Lyanna Stark. We will be hosting a Grand Tourney at Harrenhal, which now falls under the leadership of House Draculesti, within half a year's time, and I expect your answer before then, so I may make the big announcement.

King Aerys Targaryen, Second of his name."

Rickard, rereading it, looks with his eyes wide in shock… A Royal "offer" from the King… This is one he cannot refuse, but then he finds the one with the Seal of House Stark upon it, and he reads the words of his son, Ned.

"Father,

My friend, Robert Baratheon had asked me to send this request for a marriage alliance between the North and the Stormlands. Having been recently elevated to the Lordship of Storm's End, he is seeking a beautiful wife, and I believe that Lyanna might be the perfect woman for Robert. On a side note, don't tell Lyanna this, but I'm also worried for Robert. His whoring and drinking is getting too far out of control, I am hoping that marrying someone good and honorable like Lyanna will be just the kick in the jewels he needs to straighten up his act, knowing that Lyanna will castrate him if she finds out he betrayed her. Lord Arryn and I believe this is our best move to get Robert to mature and grow, we're running out of options to be truthful, especially with the fact that Robert has sired bastards already. The final decision is yours and Lyanna's, and whatever the two of you decide, I will honor it.

Your son,

Eddard."

Rickard, looking at these letters, especially Eddards, begins to think about what is going on, and to try and work his mind through it, sets to work through the rest of his work for the day, trying to think through all of this. As this is happening, Lyanna Stark, in the training courtyard, manages to knock down her younger brother, Benjen, and the young man groans as he lands from his sister's final blow. "Ow…" Benjen says. "Good one.."

"You're getting better, Benjen!" Lyanna says, smiling at her brother as she helps him up. "Have you seen Father today?"

"No, he's usually here when he isn't busy." Benjen says, looking around, to see Bran walking towards them. "Bran!"

"You two seem to be up and at it again!" Bran says, "Have you heard the news in the south?"

"What news?"

"From what I heard, there appears to be a group of monsters from Mossovy in Essos that got illegally transported into Westeros as part of some sort of plan by the Lannisters, and that a Prince from Mossovy's Demon Hunters has come here in search of the creatures. He calls these creatures "Vampyres"." Bran says, "It's a bit strange, don't you think?"

"It is strange but…" That is when they hear something, alarm bells, and everyone looks around, with the soldiers shouting.

"SOUND THE ALARMS!" A Soldier calls out.

"VAMPYRE!" Another calls out, and that is when Lyanna turns to see something she would never think she'd see, a woman pinning down a child and ripping out it's throat, drinking it's blood as soldiers rush in to try and fight the woman, only for the creature to lash out at them with three inch long claws and rip them apart. Acting on pure instinct alone, Lyanna grabs Bran's sword off his belt, rushing towards the creature. The Vampyre looks towards her and it snarls at her, rushing to her… Only for a rather agitated looking flash of light to erupt from out of nowhere and hit the creature square in the chest, and for a burst of flame to hit it as well. The Creature snarls as it turns towards the source of the attack, much to Lyanna's surprise, a pair of hooded figures charge towards them, one of them wielding a staff of some kind, holding it before the creature, almost as if using it as a shield. The Vampyre snarls as it blocks it's eyes and the other hooded figure puts away his bow, before charging in with talons erupting from it's claws. What happens after that is a spectacle as the creature fights the two figures for several moments, before, finally, as the Vampyre, out of breath, is impaled by a long, sharpened wooden spear through the heart, before the figure lifts the creature into the air slightly before planting the spear into the ground.

To the horror of those who are watching, the creature's flesh begins to liquify and explode off of it's body as it turns into a slurry of liquid ash, and, once all of the flesh melts away, all that is left as a skeleton that is still wet with the liquid ash, everyone listening to the agonized screams of the Vampyre before it is fully dead. "Ilinitsos isse lyks…" The taller of the two says, the two men tapping their foreheads, their covered navels, then their two shoulders before holding their hands in prayer. Lyanna, looking at them, but being the first to recover her wits, walks over to them.

"I thank you, good sers… Though I think I could've handled that creature myself!" Lyanna says, her voice full of confidence.

"Not seeming to be rude, while your confidence may be well placed, you knew not the creature you were to face." The Older of the Two figures says, "A Vampyre is not an opponent so easily beaten without magic…" They turn towards Lyanna, and the figure in hooded robes walks over to the boy. "Radu, can you help him?"

"I can, thankfully the monster didn't tear out his throat…" He then gently lifts up the boy into his arms and places his fingers against the boy's neck, whispering indistinctly. As he does so, a beautiful golden light flows from the man's fingers, closing the boy's wound and causing him to look at the man, and begin shaking, shedding tears. "There there, my child, you are safe now." The man known as Radu says, smiling as he gently embraces the boy. The boy's parents rush over, calling the child's name as Radu gently hands him back to his parents.

"Thank you, good ser!"

"I am no knight, ma'am, but I was happy to save your boy." Radu says, "He will have nightmares of this for weeks but…" He then produces a necklace out of his pocket with a strange symbol upon it, "Should any creature like that try to attack him again, have him force the creature to look at this, and he shall be safe."

"Thank you…" The man says, to which Radu nods and turns to Lady Lyanna.

"I suppose we should introduce ourselves…" The Eldest of the two men says, removing his hood, revealing long black curly hair with menacing green eyes. "I am Prince Mircea Draculya… And this…" He gestures his hand to the younger man who removes his hood, showing similar features, only more handsome, "Is my younger brother, Radu… We would like to apologize for the attack, we were hunting this Vampyre, but we lost track of it until we caught it's scent a few hours ago in the direction of this keep."

"Despite that, you saved our people, Prince Mircea." Bran says, "Winterfell is in your debt. On behalf of my father, Lord Rickard Stark, I thank you for your intervention when you did."

"The honor is ours, my lord…" Radu says, smiling. "In any case, we must get going, we have heard our brother, Vladislaus, is planning on making his home a keep in the south… We must find him and figure out our next moves."

"Wait!" Lyanna says, "How about the two of you rest for today before you move out? You're the first person to show us how to kill a Vampyre, I think that's earned you a hot meal and a cold drink!"

"An excellent idea, sister!" Benjen says, smiling. "It would certainly do well for these good men to be given food and supplies, as well as a day of rest before making their way south."

"I…" Radu says, looking at Mircea, who nods.

"Very well, but there is one more you have not accounted for!" That is when there is a roar echoing across the clouds as a black shadow flies down towards Winterfell, and Mircea raises his hand towards the creature, the beast slowly flapping it's mighty wings before landing on the ground. What everyone in the castle sees is a Black Creature that stands 6ft tall at the shoulder, and, from the tip of it's snout to the tip of its tail, is 24ft long, with a mighty wingspan of 48ft that closes and fold against it's back, the creature standing on four legs as it's bodily proportions are like that of a wolf, but with the stance and structure of a cat, the creature looking at Mircea, who pets it's head. "My Drake, Balaur, requires food as well, if you can provide a few swine, then it will be enough for him."

"A dragon…?" Benjen asks.

"No, a Drake, but still no less a spectacle than a true dragon, isn't that right boy?" Mircea says, the beast licking Mircea's cheek like a dog. That is when Lyanna slowly approaches Balaur, looking at him in awe.

"He's beautiful…!" Lyanna says, to which, much to Mircea and Radu's surprise, the creature allows Lyanna to pet him, but the brothers simply smile as they immediately take a liking to this woman.

"Well, consider your request for Balaur done!" Brandon says, to which Mircea and Radu bow respectfully, and the two thank them for their hospitality, proceeding to follow the young lord inside the castle…

Harrenhal

Vlad walks to the edge of the water leading to the Isle of Faces, and Vlad finds a boat to guide him there. The ride is short, but the Dhampyre finds himself standing before a creature in the weirwood forest of the Isle of Faces. "You have done well, Vlad the Impaler… Now, as agreed…" the creature turns to the forest as soldiers begin marching through the treeline, and Vlad smiles as he looks upon his brothers in arms. The waters of the lake part as the army marches towards Harrenhal, Vlad smiling as he sees all 24,000 Soldiers making their way towards the castle…

When the people of Harrentown see the Army marching towards them, they are initially in a panic, only to calm once their Prince, Vladislaus, calms them, and assures them that they are with him. To this, the men bring forth supplies for the villagers, showing their good faith as Vlad tells them that, in the coming weeks, new arrivals will come, and Harrentown will be expanded upon, and that soon, they will continue with preparations for the Grand Tourney. The army marches through Harrenhal's Gates, and as the men set about to not only cleaning up the place, but also setting everything right, Vlad flies up to the top of the Kingspyre Tower, and looks over his new land with a smile upon his face, and, for everyone to see, Vlad unleashes a steady blast of dragonfire from his mouth, displaying to the world that the Son of the Dragon, Vlad the Impaler, has laid claim to his castle. Poenari Fortress may have fallen to the Ottoman Vampyres, but Harrenhal will become the new Castle Dracula, and the House of the Dragon, Draculesti, will not topple so easily this time.