With the focus of a majority of the ASOIAF franchise being in Westeros, GRRM doesn't give us much for named territories in Essos, let alone the Disputed Lands which is only important for Maelys. Because of that, I'm using a combination of the CK3 AGOT mod as well as my own imagination for named places.

Hope you guys enjoy the story.

Daemon IV Blackfyre

247 AC

House Blackfyre. To some the rightful heirs to the Iron Throne, to most a branch of legitimized bastards attempting to reach above their station. The Blackfyres had long since lost their noble reputation. With the death of Daemon I Blackfyre during the first Blackfyre rebellion and Bittersteel decades later, some denied that the Blackfyres even still existed.

Now especially, the Blackfyres barely hung on. Six years prior the old Bittersteel finally met his end, forcing the remaining Blackfyres and the Golden Company he'd created to wait and lick their wounds.

With the death of Bittersteel, the sword from which the Blackfyres got their name was lost as well, somewhere buried in a pile of corpses towards the Myrish-Pentoshi border.

With his father slain during the fourth Blackfyre Rebellion and his house's biggest supporter reduced to a golden-encased skull on a pike, Daemon Blackfyre had to fight to prove his worth.

The Golden Company picked up contracts at a rate not seen since Bittersteel's younger years, and had proven that even with the death of their founder they were still one of the greatest forces in Essos.

Daemon had proven himself a natural born leader and his cousin, Maelys, had distinguished himself as one of Essos' greatest warriors. The hulk of a man stood a head and a half above both his peers and enemies, wielding warhammers and greatswords with no more difficulty than a child with a stick.

With Daemon's mind and Maelys' might, it wouldn't be long before the Blackfyres claimed their rightful seat on the Iron Throne. Discussion amongst his men had already started, debating on when they'd sail the Narrow Sea and wage war on Westeros once again.

Daemon wasn't in any rush, however. The lessons borne from his slain ancestors instilled a sense of patience in him. They'd lost their allies in the west decades ago, and the Golden Company weren't numerous enough to take the Throne alone. They'd continue as they have been, completing contracts and further establishing themselves as a major player in Essos.

One of those contracts brought them to Myr once more. Tensions had once again risen from the northern Myrish magisters and the southern Pentoshi princes. The Golden Company had been hired by the Myrmen to claim the disputed territories, and so Daemon found he and his men marching north.

Out of the Free Cities of Essos, Daemon favored Myr the most. Not only were they a constant contractor, but Daemon enjoyed their culture as well. The Myrish women had caught his eye especially, where he'd established himself as a fine patron to many brothels and whorehouses as he traveled.

Daemon had long ago decided to keep himself unmarried until he finally sat atop the Iron Throne, but was more than welcome to the thought of bastards before then. His house had been established by a legitimized bastard in the first place, and they were in no position to turn down more Blackfyres.

He'd tried to convince Maelys to father children of his own, but the man seemed to only care for the battlefield. He was sure his cousin would come around eventually, but until then it was up to himself to secure the future of the Blackfyre line.

Said future was what brought him to the sight before him. Before taking their current contract, Daemon had received a letter from a Myrish whore claiming to bear his child. He'd been with the woman multiple times in the past, but wanted to confirm her claim himself the next time he was in Myr.

The babe before him was undoubtedly his. It bore the olive skin of its mother, but the platinum blonde hair atop its head, as well as the dark purple pupils of its eyes all but confirmed its Blackfyre heritage.

"He's only a few moons old. I wanted to wait for your return to name him." The whore spoke, Janys if he remembered correctly. She maneuvered the blankets covering the babe to better show his features, motioning for the mercenary captain to hold him.

Daemon did as such, taking the sleeping babe in his arms and slightly bouncing. He shared a brief look with Janys, his eyes of purple locked on to hers of blue. Seconds passed before he spoke.

"Aelyx," a soft smile formed on the whore's face, one that quickly dropped as Daemon turned away from her, babe still in his clutch. "He will be coming with me." He passed the sleeping babe to an accompanied member of the Golden Company, ignoring the alarmed shout of the boy's mother.

"What are you doing? Give him back!" The whore shouted as she rose from where she'd been seated. Daemon paid her no mind, the movement of the two guards accompanying him quickly faltering any thoughts of hostile act.

This was his firstborn child, a son on top of that. Daemon knew better than to leave him in the care of a whore. The Blackfyres would sit upon the Iron Throne sometime in the future, and this boy would serve as his heir should he not birth any legitimate children.

Having multiple options was a testament to the Blackfyre house. A house doesn't survive the losses they'd faced without them.

However, Daemon wouldn't be the one raising the boy. He couldn't do his duty as leader of the Golden Company and be a father at the same time. A bit of paranoia towards Maelys' increasing ambition also flashed in his mind. He turned to the man he'd given his son to.

Ser Bryce was one of his most loyal soldiers. Descending from a Westerosi house, Butterwell or Bracken if he remembered correctly, Ser Bryce's predecessors followed Bittersteel in exile to Essos decades ago. Since, they'd remained loyal to the Blackfyre cause, serving as captains in the Golden Company.

The man still held onto the nobility of his forefathers, and Daemon knew he'd be a good mentor towards his son until they returned to Westeros.

"You are to take a band of men and return to the Broken Lance. Raise him as a Blackfyre, but not as an heir. I will not see my house split in two," Ser Bryce gave a nod before leaving, heading towards the stables of the city. Daemon finally turned his attention back to the whore behind him, her cries and screams growing louder.

The glint of his sword struck the eyes of his son's mother, turning her screams of anger into ones of fear. "You have served your purpose," he spoke, his voice calm and cold. "May The Mother bless you in the afterlife." The woman tried to run, but the small hut she called a home gave her no such room to do so.

The sensation of steel striking skin was something he'd grown accustomed to, making him feel as if he were the strongest man in the world. Although it wasn't to the same degree as his cousin, Daemon also enjoyed the thrills of battle.

The whore's screams turned into croaks until they finally ceased to exist. Daemon glanced at the blood on his sword for a moment longer before turning towards the exit once more.

"Clean this up and make your way to the stables. The border is only a few days away." A grunt of conformation was all he needed before the blonde-haired man made his exit from the scene behind him.

Now, he had a battle to prepare for.