A story where Naruto is a Targaryen born at the time of the Dance of Dragon's, this concept honors George R. R. Martin with the best intentions of hoping that the new series proves to be just as good as season 1-7 of the original series, and here is to hoping he will make a show on the Conquering, Jaehaerys the Wise's reign, the Blackfyre Rebellion's, Robert's Rebellion so we can have a true series based off some of the best books ever written.
Summary: Prince Naruto Targaryen, Heir to the Iron Throne and King Viserys Targaryen has not been seen for five years since he set sail to Old Valyria. He has no dragon, no guards, no way of letting those he is close to that he is alright. Sadly, the Prince wasn't seen ever again; presumed to have perished in his adventures. History doesn't remember blood, it remember's names... his name will be one of those. However, when one of those who is remembered as the bloodiest returns, how will the current era handle the power set to inherit it all?
Naruto x Daenerys x Kinvara x Doreah x Irri x Missendei x Sansa x Arya
The King had been summoned. For what reason, he knew not. But, he heeded the call of his Hand. Sitting in the chair that sat in the middle of the council room he sighed as he gazed upon the two men, "Well, you called me, here I am." he said seriously, "What is it you wished to speak to me about?" he demanded.
Otto Hightower, his Hand, sat nearby calm and collected, "I consider the matter urgent, that of your succession." he said calmly.
Lyonel Strong, the current Master of Laws, was baffled. What in the name of the seven could he mean, "And who else would have a claim?" he asked.
"The second born. As the prince has not been seen in the last five winters, it can be assumed he shall not return. We all know that nothing survived the destruction of The Doom, and if by chance anything did he could end up much like the last King's sister, except he has no dragon, and he takes no guards with him to the old lands." Otto stated.
"Rhaenyra? She has no claim, she is unable to sit on the throne as long as the Prince is still out there." Lyonel stated.
"He hasn't been seen in these last five years, you yourself proposed the keyword of 'if' Lord Strong." Otto responded, "Essos, Bravos and the other Free cities have not seen sight nor hair of him, and by all accounts the succession should move down the line of right and blood."
"No Queen has ever sat on the Iron Throne." Lyonel challenged.
Another man, dark skin and shining hair, poke up in contempt, "Lord Strong is right, the King has an heir. Prince Naruto Targaryen. To challenge his right as both the eldest and lawfully is to go against the crown of the seven kingdoms." he stated. This was Corlys Velaryon, the Master of Ships. Also known as the Sea Snake.
"If not the Prince, then another mayhaps?" Otto sneered out.
"And who would that be?" Viserys demanded in annoyance.
"Your younger brother, Daemon Targaryen." Oto said calmly.
"I will not be made to choose between my brother, my son, nor my daughter. If you suggest such a thing again, you will be short by a head, am I understood. My son is alive, and he will return in due time. I am still viable to rule my kingdom, and until such a time where a heir must be decided it will go to my brother until my daughter sires a proper heir in the unfortunate case that Naruto does not return. There is your verdict, now get out before I have you dropped from the highest levels of the sky with no way to save your miserable life." the king warned with a snarl, the men quickly leaving before any words could be spoken.
XxX
Alas, it was not meant to come. Prince Naruto did not return to claim his birthright, nor did he ever come to attend his father's funeral when he perished. The great Civil War that took place between the loyal bannermen of House Targaryen and the dragons would become one of the bloodiest memoirs of history: The Dance of Dragon's. Upon conclusion, it showed that most the dragon's were dead, slowly dying off, and becoming inbred creatures that couldn't live for more than a few years. When the Mad King finally took his seat, the world of men changed as Aenys Targaryen slowly lost his mind to the madness within himself.
Robert Baratheon would soon mount a rebellion over his love Lyanna Stark being taken from him by the crown prince Rhaegar Targaryen, slaying the Prince at the Trident; his chest being caved in as the rubies adorning his armor flew through the air and filled the river upon his death.
Now; more than 367 years after the missing Prince had vanished into thin air, the world shifts towards balance once again, and with it, a new hope for all mankind.
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He awoke with a harshhackling cough, dust flying from his maw as he tried to quell the chest aching pain. He slowly rolled over to his side, eyes closed and sqeezed tightly. He pushed himself to his knees through sheer force of will, his own inner fire blazing like a thousand suns. He couldn't remember what had happened, what day it was, nor how may hours might have passed since he had fallen into a unknown hole in the ground somewhere in the ruins of his ancestral homeland, the land of his people. He gagged, and then he retched roughly, thick splattering sounds of something freeing itself from his stomach, unknown contents pushing themselves out of his flesh.
"You've awaken, this is good news for us both." a deep voice spoke causing the young man to slowly open his eyes and turn his gaze towards the speaker.
"W-Who are you?" he questioned through haze filled eyes.
He felt his eyes clear at last and wished that they hadn't. Just what the hell was this monstrosity before him?
The being... is a translucent, gaunt spectre with a demonic visage. It is much larger than an average human, possessing long, shaggy, white hair, from which two red horns protrude, as well as purple-coloured skin. It is draped in a large white kimono and carries a set of prayer beads. (1)
"I go by many names. You, as a follower of the Seven, know me as the Stranger. As for why I am here, well, that is because I am here to shape the destiny of men for a much better one, Naruto of House Targaryen."
Ok, a little bit of history/knowledge on the Faith of the Seven. As it says, there are Seven God's of he Faith. Those God's were-
The Father: Judgement is said to belong to the Father. Additionally, he protects "his children" and is often prayed to for justice, and the phrase "may the Father judge [him/her/them/you] justly" is often said among followers of the Seven.
The Mother: Is said to be a loving and protective aspect of the Seven. She is often asked for mercy, and to keep loved ones safe. Offerings can be made to the Mother when a woman becomes pregnant, to praise the Mother for giving the gift of life.
The Warrior: is always depicted with his sword, and protects followers of the Seven from their foes. The Warrior is often prayed to for courage, before battle to watch over soldiers, give them strength, keep them safe, both in battle and outside of battle,and help warriors to victory. He might also be asked to bring peace to the souls of the slain and give comfort to those who are left behind.
The Smith, depicted with his hammer, is the mender of broken things who puts the world of men to right. Septons teach to pray to the Smith for strength, and sailors might make offerings to the Smith prior to launching a ship, as to keep their ships safe. Followers of the Seven can show their devotion to the Smith by wearing a small iron hammer about their neck.
The Maiden: is a beautiful, innocent looking young woman. People might pray to the Maiden to keep young women safe. A mother can pray to the Maiden to lend courage to her daughters and guard them in their innocence, while a bride might light candles in thanks if a suitable marriage offer is made. A woman may ask the Maid for forgiveness when admitting to having used sex to convince men to do her bidding.
The Crone is an old, wizened and wise woman, whose statues often show her with a raised lamp in one hand. People pray to the Crone for wisdom and guidance.
The Stranger is neither male nor female, yet both at the same time. He is the outcast, the wanderer from far places, less and more than human, unknown and unknowable. His face is the face of death. He leads the newly deceased to the other world. Those who feel like outcasts might light a candle for the Stranger.
There you go.
Naruto forced himself to his feet, swaying as he stumbled towards the supposed God, "I-If you're really the Stranger, then why the hell am I still alive?" he questioned as he drew his sword, the tip of it held in the middle of this creature's neck.
The strange creature gently moves it to the side and begins to tap his fingers up the length of the pole, before he flicks it out of Naruto's hands with frightening ease. Leaning in close, the monster gave Naruto several sniffs, smelling him like he was a dog smelling a piece of meat, "Most men reek of fear they meet me face to face." it stated in a calm manner, not at all affected by what had just happened, "In you I sense hope~" it said surprisingly curious. Never before had anyone felt hope when in his presence.
"You said, I was needed to change the destiny of men, if that is my purpose in this life, then I will do it to the best of my abilities. The God's themselves never deign themselves to trifle with ordinary men, the fact you are now; it gives me hope that there will be a better future for all of those who take their fates in their own hands." Naruto responded to the Godly being.
The Stranger smiled, "Ah~ And what better way to play the game than to force yourself upon the board?" it said pleased, "You are one of the last remaining members of your House, the wisest due to the fact you were raised in every kingdom from Dorne to Winterfell. You know the rules better than any other, thus you make a most perfect candidate for the plans we Seven have in mind for you."
"What do you mean?" Naruto questioned.
"Don't act so surprised. We Seven resurrected you for a purpose. We find you are more worthy of this gift than even your Great Great Grandfather; Aegon Targaryen the Conqueror himself. You are bold, smart, and unleash your families bloodthirsty tendencies on those deserving." it told him.
"I don't kill unless I have to, and I'm not bloodthirsty like my Great Uncle Maegor, I'm not into that kind of bullshit." Naruto growled.
The monster suddenly grabbed the blond by his throat and lifted him up off his feet, "Lie to me again and and I'll open you from your belly to your brain and feed you your intestines!" it growled out angrily.
"F-Fine, I do kill, but never have I been stained by the blood of the innocent. I-If you really are a God, then you are also All-Knowing and know my words to be true." he gagged from the deities grip.
"And just how many lives have you taken just to do what needed to be done hmm? Must have been a solid thousand or two easily from the smell alone~" it said smirking.
"Around that very number." Naruto said in a hoarse voice.
"And when you put them to the sword, you must have felt something right? Tell me, what did you feel? Shame? Horror? Power? Something along those lines yes?~" it questioned. When he wasn't given an immediate answer the beast snarled, "Answer me~!" it snarled out.
"Nothing! I felt nothing. A greater crime than the act itself." Naruto said quickly.
"Then why spill blood, if not for the pleasure of it?~" the creature questioned.
Naruto gulped, but readily responded, "Because men do not fear swords. They fear monsters. They run from them. By putting those men to the sword, I somehow spared ten villages more from my families dragon's-a fate worse than any death. Sometimes the world no longer needs a hero. Sometimes what it needs... is a monster." Naruto told the entity.
"And you believe you know what it means to be a monster? Hmm?~" the Stranger asked quietly. Tightening his grip a little, the monster ignored Naruto's strangled breathing as he made a small cut in his neck drawing blood. Opening its maw widely, Naruto watched as the creature growled and extended its tongue and licked the blood off. Upon retracting its tongue with a throaty growl, it seemed to have a pleased look on its visage. And then the monster spoke in an eerily calm voice, "You have no idea... but I'm going to show you~" he told Naruto.
Releasing Naruto the creature turned around and walked away to the center of the cave, "For centuries, the Dragonlords who resided here used this pit you find yourself in to birth thousands of magical powers that even made us God's their toys, slaves to their powers and all that defied them. Thousands of innocents now call this place their resting place. I have been waiting for all this time to have my vengeance upon those who have wronged me, my kin and those who need the justice." The monster spoke, "In these walls...These people aren't resting peacefully, their souls linger behind in their bones, crying out for mercy and pleading for someone to avenge them~" it told Naruto as it motioned to the hundreds of skeletons around.
"For all this time, these moldering walls of this cave have been our gallows. Our souls are bound to it, until the ones who continue to use our powers and call it their own are put to a permanent end. Condemned to wait until it stops~" it said calmly before turning to point at Naruto himself, "Oh~ how I have patiently waited an eternity for a man of your strength, your gifts, your will. A man worthy of the dark and all its powers~" it spoke as it grabbed a skull and slammed it down on a rock to crush it, "For if I am your salvation, you are mine." it started honestly as it turned to face Naruto and lifted its wrist to its mouth and bit down hard enough to draw blood from its veins.
Holding its bleeding appendage over the skull, the demonic being allowed it to fill the base of the skull with its black blood until its wound healed up.
When it was finished it walked up to Naruto and motioned to the broken skull filled with blood, "Drink." it commanded Naruto, "You will have a taste of my power. The strength of 100 men. The speed of a falling star. Dominion over the night and all its creatures. To see and hear through their senses. Even heal grievous wounds." it told Naruto.
"At what price?" Naruto asked.
"A very astute question." it responded, "But if you must know, then you will slowly begin to lose grip on your own humanity. Your morals will slowly begin to strip themselves away from you. Death will become as natural as breathing and those who stand in your way regardless of intention might just end up on the count of numerous deaths caused by your hands. Allies will turn to enemies, enemies into allies. Your entire reality will become a blur until all that remains, is the embrace of death itself of which there is no escaping from~" it told Naruto.
"And if I should learn to control this power?" Naruto asked.
"Then you will have unlocked a power that no other human will have ever had before. Even the the Old God's shall be but a child compared to your might. The ability to control the power of the void itself, and the power to destroy the world over will make you a living god with no equal~" it told Naruto calmly.
"And if I should succumb to the power?" he questioned.
"The price would be worse than if you'd never stepped in here. For I will be set free, having granted the darkness a worthy offering~" it told Naruto, "You will become its vessel as I am. A scourge on this earth destined to destroy everything you hold dear. Your lands, your people, even your precious Kingdom and all those whom you call subject~" it told Naruto as the blonde walked over to the skull filled with blood.
"I would die before I harmed them." Naruto responded harshly.
"Indeed you will I'm afraid, but I, on the other hand, will at last be free to unleash my wrath against the ones who dared to control me. It will spark the age old rivalry of death. Interlocking all who breathe in an immortal game. And one day, I will call on you to serve me, my pawn, in an immortal game of revenge." it told Naruto with a smirk upon it slipping out.
"This is not a game!" Naruto called out.
"Ah, but what better way to endure this new life you are about to partake in? For this, little prince, is the ultimate game~" it said condescendingly, "Light versus dark, good versus evil, hope versus despair. And all the world's fate hangs in the balance~" it told Naruto as it gently picked up the skull and presented it to the blond.
"Then it will be my great pleasure to disappoint you." Naruto said to the demon as he took the skull from the demonic being.
"Drink." it told Naruto as the blonde cradled the bowl of blood in his hands. Looking at the creature standing in front of him, Naruto lifted the skull, and drank the blood of the Death God, "Let the games begin~" it said calmly as Naruto finished consuming the blood and threw down the skull, spitting some of the blood out in disgust.
Feeling something weird was going on with his body he looked to the demon and asked, "What now?" in a shaky voice.
"Now, you die, and darkness begins to fall~"
Naruto gagged heavily as he gripped his throat, and then; blackness enveloped his vision.
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He inhaled deeply, and he sat up, he was in a river, well on a bank of a river. He looked around, he was still in Valyria. The water splashed around him as he rose up to his knees. He was looking at the ruins of a once glorious castle made of what he assumed to be white Marble. Tree's and vines had long since claimed the once lavish courtyard. The once languish courtyard was ruined as dozens of the stones had been ripped out of the ground. Moving to stand up, he planted his hand down on a large rock, only to grunt as it crumbled beneath his new found physical prowess.
Rising from the water, he looked at his bloody hand and watched as it healed before his very eyes, "That's useful." he whispered to himself. The sounds of nature swirled around him, unimpeded as life moved rising, this time without crushing a rock, he took note of his surroundings. The sound of wolves or wild dogs sounded in the distance, but then another sound infiltrated his hearing, causing the prince to turn where he watched in wonder as a spider was wrapping up its prey caught in the webbing it had put up. It was spectacular to be able to see it in the dark.
Hell, he could hear the small growls the spider made as the dragonfly cried out in panic as it was enveloped in the wrappings put around it. He looked around, the sounds of dogs nearby as they yipped and played drawing his attention as he watched, somehow someway, their very body outlined his vision in a colorful display, birds flying past them and even a couple deer grazing nearby were all revealed to him in the darkness. And then, the prince turned his gaze upwards, gazing up at the infinite blackness of the sky. What he saw, he couldn't physically describe in mere words.
The stars quickly shifted and changed, dozens of shooting stars flew by in a flash, and the night was no longer dark, it was a bright day nearly with all the light of the stars he took into his gaze. He wanted to laugh in excitement, of the incredible feeling he had in his gut at the moment. It was unlike anything he had ever experienced before in his short life. A peculiar smell entered his senses, and he couldn't help but be drawn to it, and follow the scent he did. He easily pulled away a few tons of stone on his own in mere minutes, a task that would take a entire team of dozens weeks or months, he did it in mere minutes.
He soon dug into a dark hallway, a tunnel more like, but with his new sensory perception he had need of no light from a torch. He slowly took the steps downward into the darkness of the unknown castle, and he soon entered a crypt... no, it wasn't a crypt... it was a whole Armory! He laughed in excitement as he turned slowly to take in the sight of the large room filled with what he would call the most wealthy vault of solid and pure untouched Valyrian Steel in all of the world. Oh sure you could find the mythical metal in the rare dagger and sword from several houses in Westeros and several in the Bravos lands, but never in a quantity like this.
There were even full suits of armor as well, one he definitely would wear at any tournament, but it was so bulky he might not even be able to move it.
He walked around the suit standing on the rack, taking it all in. The suit was a heavy dark armor over with the exception being the head as there was no helmet. The shoulder pauldrons were reminiscent of the upper portion of a dragon's skull, the lower jaws connected together over the chest right above ones collarbones. The upper arms were spiked down to the elbow with black steel that was sharp enough to cut through dragon scales. The forearms bracers and hands were covered in similar colored metals that were spiked in straight rows of metal, the knuckles of the gloves down to the first knuckle were spiked as well.
The chest was covered in a dark ebony platinum metal that was made up of a series of stacked plates-similar to that of a dragons- which were tied around the back using small chains which hooked together. The legs were given thinner protection, but not as constricting. The armors legs are ebony steel with silver kneecaps that take the in the form of large spikes welded on. Under this armor was a black steel ring styled chain link armor as added protection meaning he would need a bare tunic and pants under the link armor. In a weapons rack next to the suit were a series of weapons. He picks two of them up and holds two weapons in hand, a large spiked mace with a harpoon lower end and a spiked Morning-star in the other.
He took note of how light they were, very fluid in their motions. The powerful large mace barely weighed like anything, he figured it'd weigh as much as he did, but he also remembered he had super strength, that of a god's own now, and guessed it would usually take a normal man both hands to wield it. Not necessarily true as it was actually hollow within the mace portion. He had been trained to use many forms of weapons as a noble born prince, trained by some of the greatest knights gold could hire, and he was quite skilled by his own standards if he did say so himself. He also knew where his weaknesses lay from this as well.
Setting the weapons down, he begun to look through the wondrous room more and he saw a strange sight, a weirwood bow-rare to see them as the tree's were nearly extinct and he had only seen five in his entire life time, three in the North alone one near King's Landing and one beyond the wall when he rode his grandfather's dragon once on an adventure. The bow was white, but there were red splotches he knew were from sap long since dried on the wood. It was elegant, and very sturdy. The wood of the weirwood is an excellent, though expensive building material because it does not rot.
He would definitely be keeping this one, he always wanted one but his father said it was a wasted purchase of the wood and real kings fought on dragons. He wasn't like his father in believing that the dragon's would be around forever, he knew that all men needed skills in all forms of combat. Swords and spears to mace and shield, all forms would make him a very capable warrior. Oh sure, he loved dragon's, and he loved flying on the ones who allowed him to, but never did he think that one of the ones from his families vault would hatch for him. He had come to Valyria in search of the vaults and storage rooms said to have been built for this very reason.
He wasn't greedy by any means, but he did have desires he hoped to see fulfilled, and a vault of eggs born of dragon's not of his own house would definitely give him what he wanted. Apparently from what his father said, even the eggs which had turned to stone were never dead, just needing a powerful form of magic to awaken the beasts within, but sadly he didn't know how. Naruto sure did, he had watched as the dragons back home had burnt a dead animal or such over their eggs and seen the animals born from within crawl out of their shells and eat the remains left to them by their mothers.
This was where he had come to procure his families future, so the dragon's wouldn't die of inbreeding and could spread their genes and repopulate their species so they could roam once again free and content. He saw axe's, he saw halberds, he saw swords, he saw unfinished suits of armor and several pallets of ingots of pure Valyrian steel itself. He would have to keep this place a secret for sure. He entered a room and grunted as he found a locked door of stone. Placing his hands on either side, he forced it open and as he entered he paused with wide eyes. This... this would make his families dynasty unchallenged for untold ages!
It was a vault of dragon eggs, untouched and unbroken. Each egg was the size of his head, and there were hundreds of them lining the walls in small sand bowls with colors that ranged from white and gold, Black and red, blue and purple, green and bronze to who knew what that color was and so many mixes and combinations. However, located in the dead center of the room; sitting on a pedestal was a solid black egg in a bowl of green fire; he knew it as wildfire which was the second deadliest fire after a dragon's flame. It had a cap of pure gold lining the top and bottom but it was untouched by human hands other than the gold caps adorning the ends of the egg.
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"HEY, you little prick, learn to share!" Naruto groused to himself to the sizable beast who took his remaining portion of the pig from his fire. He had hatched four of the eggs-the solid black, a Gold/Red/Black egg with slightly blue capped ends, a green/bronze, and a pure white egg he had found in the vault. He had been raised around dozens of dragons, of many ages, and never before had they given him as much trouble as these four. The beasts might be young, but they grew fast-incredibly fast. Already the largest-that being the solid black one he had a whole month before hatching the final three eggs he decided to claim for himself before he sealed the room off from the outside once he gathered everything he desired.
From oldest to youngest the dragons were named with old Valyrian names; Alduin-World Breaker, Toruk-Last Shadow, Belgabad-Indomitable Spirit and Jarnunvösk-Pure Heart. He had been hoping for more than one female from the clutch, but sadly Jarnunvösk was the only one; her frills were slightly larger than her brothers so he could tell she was the only one. Of the four dragons he could already tell that Alduin saw himself as the Alpha of the pack-he had to constantly yell at him to obey, and that he heavily desired Jarnunvösk as his mate.
Alduin was a whole month older than the other three dragons, and he wasn't afraid to push his siblings around for this either. Alduin was, is, mastodonic and has an entire upper body covered in thick black scales. His entire back was covered in large spines acting as a sort of armor, and extended down to the tip of his tail. His lower body, specifically his chin, chest, stomach, inner tail, and thighs are light in color, and appear to be rather smooth while managing to look like stacked plates. The dragon's eyes are bright crimson with a black sclera and hold a untold amount of power and fury within. The large dragon-which was as large as a large elephant nearly was-could be ridden much like his siblings. He has a triangular head with horns sticking up from the back of his head with a smaller pair hidden behind them. Alduin also has a large mouth filled with very sharp teeth, and has claws with long, sharp, black nails. Alduin has large bony wings resemble a bat's, with rippled tips and a pair of claws extending out from the center. The two legs that hold the beast up are muscular to its body proportion and were a lighter shade of black on the inner portions. All in all, a fine young dragon. He was most certainly large enough to ride. Alduin was roughly 68 Meters (223 Feet) long with a wingspan of 75 Meters (246 Feet) making him near the same size as Ceraxes when he was 10 or so years old.
However, Toruk was definitely the more unique of his siblings. Toruk is primarily colored red and yellow, with black stripes and blue crests on the top of the head and under his lower jaw. The crest on Toruk's head is razor sharp and can be used to injure or disembowel prey, or cut vegetation obstructing flight. The dragon also has a large brain cavity, flexible, membranous wings stretched taut over a powerful bone structure, powerful talons for grasping prey and perching, a long tail he uses for flight control, powerful wing's for high performance, and large hooked claws. Toruk also has powerful jaws which can open at a wide angle, capable of cleaving a mountain lion in half-for a dragon his size. Despite his superior vision, he are unable to see directly above his head, most likely due to the very pronounced brow ridges above his eyes. The wingspan of the dragon is currently larger than 65 meters (213 feet.) and his body was roughly 60 Meters (196 Feet) making him the second largest of his dragons.
This meant that Toruk was slightly smaller than his elder brother Alduin and was easily able to be ridden at his young age. Toruk's wings are composed of individual finned members that can separate to act as a slotted airfoil, or overlap and seal to form a solid surface. When separated, they can rotate individually to induce or retard vortex formation. These finned members are not unlike the primary feathers of many birds. The fiber composite bones help the animal to achieve flight through the atmosphere. Toruk retains all four limbs, with his wing's talon's serving as the "stabs" and its rearmost pair have taloned feet which are used for grabbing prey while diving or to provide a stronger kick while taking off. Toruk has two large yellow eyes with black pupils. Due to his size, the dragon would not be a dense jungle hunter like wyvern's, but would have very little trouble on the plains or near cliffs or mountains, where it could feed on mid-sized animals or wyvern's.
All in all, he is a very intimidating dragon.
The dragon's are all roughly 7 years old currently, and still growing incredibly fast.
There was, however, one thing that stopped him from leaving. That being his own decision to stay as he decided he would require a few more weeks before venturing out of Valyria as he finished trying to harness his own personal abilities he had been discovering ever since he drank the blood from the Stranger when he was in that cavern. He knew he was reaching the end of all his own powerful abilities, bu he truly wished to control all the darkness within him, to ensure nothing would jeopordize his home nor his people. He wasnt stupid enough to think he had all the basics down, and he most certainly arrogant to think he could control all of his abilities if something went wrong.
"Assholes the lot of you." he groused to himself. He forgot that dragon's could be gluttonous creatures, his sister's dragon was a prime example.
The Iron Throne is an asymmetric monstrosity of spikes and jagged edges and twisted metal. The throne was constructed by Aegon I Targaryen from the melted, twisted, beaten, and broken blades surrendered by his enemies, or wrenched from the hands of the dying. According to the songs, it took a thousand blades to make. The Iron Throne is "massive", "ugly", and "asymmetric". The throne is a symbol of conquest. The Iron Throne is located on a high platform in the throne room within the Red Keep. It can be reached by climbing steep iron steps in the Great Hall, and the small council has a table at the base of the throne.
Because of the fanged steel behind, it is impossible to lean back on the iron seat of the Iron Throne. Aegon I intended for it to be uncomfortable, believing that "a king should never sit easy". The points of the twisted blades fan out like talons from arms of the throne. Even after three hundred years, some of the blades are still sharp enough to cut. The Iron Throne is known for being dangerous to its occupants. King Viserys I Targaryen cut his left hand to the bone after stumbling, and Maester Gerardys had to remove two fingers to save his life. According to Septon Eustace, an armor-clad Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen was seen with cuts on her legs and left hand after sitting the throne for the first time, which led some to believe she had been rejected by it.
King Aerys II Targaryen was cut so many times that he became known as "King Scabby". According to the stories, the Iron Throne is capable of killing a person, and has done so before. King Maegor I Targaryen, for instance, was found dead on the Iron Throne, his arms slashed open from wrist to elbow on jagged barbs, and with a blade through his neck, emerging beneath his chin. Although various culprits have been considered as having possibly murdered Maegor the Cruel, many still believe the king had been killed by the throne itself.
Currently one Robert Baratheon was the Ruler of all of Westeros, and he had just been informed of a very realistic threat to his reign. He had been ruling ever since he took King's Landing, and he would rule until the day he died, his son Joffery would take over and Seven knew that he was anything but a just heir, he was as bad as the Mad King if not worse, hell even Maegor the Cruel was a saint compared to his little shit (not really his just made to be his heir in name as he was truthfully a incestuous bastard born from his mother's own twin brother's loins) of a heir, and he was most certainly not ready to leave the realm to Joffery.
Robert inhaled deeply as he looked down at the Spider, one Lord Varys, and clenched a fist, "How accurate are your little birds, because I swear unto you Varys, that if this is a lie, your head will be on a pike and your body chopped to bits and scatted to the winds so that you shall never rest peacefully." he swore, his House motto coming out with every word. Ours is the Fury indeed, for Robert Baratheon held a wrath like no other for the House whom he had overthrown in his bid for revenge and hatred to the one who took the love of his life.
Varys nodded his head nervously, "I assure you, Your Grace, that every word I speak is truth. Why would a Spider lie, there is no reason. But, word from my little birds in Essos claim to have seen large reptiles resembling the descriptions of Dragons similar to the Targaryen beasts when they still soared through the sky. Four to be precise, a large solid black dragon, a crimson and gold dragon, a green dragon and a snow white beast that hides in the clouds. I have no idea as to why these dragon's have revealed themselves now of all times, but I believe that the Dragon's search for Daenerys Targaryen and her Brother Viserys Targaryen. As you yourself know, the beasts only listen to Targaryens who were the only remaining house to breed and control dragons when they were in power. I believe they will use this as an incentive to begin waging war with you and your dynasty being put into jeopardy." he explained.
Robert growled, "The House of the Dragon robbed me of the woman I loved, and I butchered their line to the last with the exception being Viserys and that bitch Daenerys when they escaped to the other side of the world. I will not let them come back to power with a brood of dragon's at their back where they can breed and burn everything to the ground, not when I was the one who ended it." Robert snarled, "Summon every Lord of every House in the Seven Kingdoms, High Born and Low Born houses, I want them all here in a months time, if they don't answer the call, consider them traitors to the Seven Kingdoms and the Crown where they are stripped of their lands and titles as Lords." he commanded.
"At once Your Grace."Varys said before he left without another word.
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1: the Stranger is Portrayed by the same actor who plays Tywin Lannister and the Master Vampire in Marvel's Dark Universe; Charles Dance, an amazing actor in both the GoT series and movie Dracula Untold, glad I was able to use such a scene for this.