Braavos

Matt's journey to getting rich started by flying over Braavos, his figure hidden by a metal skull shaped mask, - on the claims that he had a horrific scar on his face- and a cloak to avoid being recognized, getting the undivided attention of it's inhabitants and most importantly, the Sea Lord.

He introduced himself as Eredin Breacc Glass and after the pleasantries were exchanged, he negotiated with the Sea Lord, able to convince him to buy horses from him, through appealing to the merchant nature of the man, as well as the power controlling one of the backbones of the society would give him.

The deal was simple, he would get the horses, no questions asked by the Sea Lord, and he would buy them all. To this end he was given people to work with, workers who would herd the horses to Braavos, and men that would see to looting the Dothraki. He would keep the loot, and the wages of the workers would be paid by the Sea Lord, in return he would sell the horses below the market price.

The deal was shook, the plans were made, and then Matt made his way to the other cities, convincing their respective rulers that it would be more profitable for him to destroy the Dothraki once and for all and get paid for it, then keep paying them ransom forever. He asked that the deals be kept secret from the populace. His reasoning was he couldn't be everywhere at once, and if the Dothraki heard it, they may just raid the cities as revenge.

His real purpose though, was far more selfish. He simply wanted to get paid by as many of the cities as possible, all for doing the same work. After all there was no need to pay for a job, when others were going to do it anyway.

After two years, multiple Dothraki hordes burnt to ash, generous rewards from each city paid for it, horses sold, whatever gold and other valuable belongings they had - except for the Valyrian Steel accessories he had kept for himself, a ring there, a bracelet here- exchanged for gold dragons, and deposited to his account in the Iron Bank, discretely of course, he had three million golds in his account, though he had spent a bit, getting himself a mastercrafted armor. He was stuck between the designes, one of Sauron's armor, and one of Eredin's armor from the Witcher 3. He finally decided on Eredin's armor, seeing as he was using the Elf's name anyway.

He also spend a rather impressive amount, buying whatever Valyrian Steel objects he could find, which wasn't much because almost no one was willing to sell.

Of course, it wasn't all rain and sunshine for him.

Having dragons, beasts capable of burning entires armies on their own, came with it's fair share of problems. Everyone he met who had unmarried relatives tried to offer them as a wife to him, sometimes offering him more multiple wives, to tie him and his power to their families.

And the assassination attempts, which he had expected.

He avoided most of them by never staying in the cities, always sleeping in some secluded place, but there were some close calls.

Especially from the Faceless Men.

While their attempts were good, having dragons with him saw their attempts end in failure. Though, he had a close call, with the Golden Company of all things.

He was able to explore Braavos, as no one knew his face, he could simply throw a cloak over himself and go enjoy what Braavos had to offer. He made sure to stay away from drinking, no need to blurt out who he was in a drunken state, and pleasure houses, leaving nothing to Lady Luck.

A serjeant - thanks Martin, for your terrible sense in naming- belonging to the Golden Company, somehow had discovered his identity, though he did not have the oppurtunity to question the man on how.

They had drawn him to a trap when a little girl run up to him, asking him for help and running off.

"Such a cliche move" he had thought as he followed the girl with his horse, wondering who was targeting him. Seeing two dozen men belonging to the Golden Company, he regretted that choice.

Rather than stay and fight, he galloped his horse through the men barring his way and ran, the sellswords on his tail. He had drawn them outside of the city, to the place his dragons were staying, all the while taunting them to ensure they would keep pursuing him.

Soon as he was close enough, he whistled, a sharp sound which was answered by the roar of the dragons, which was when the sellswords realized what he was doing.

They tried to run, but he barbecued them all.

Knowing it wouldn't end there, he went to the headquarters of the Golden Company. He burned the archers they had, as well as half their Elephants, and threatened to end the legend of the Golden Company if they did not comply.

After questioning the commander- he had learned the serjeant that came after him was hired by some rich merchand from Braavos for protection, and they did not know anything about his plan to target him.

The merchant did confirm their story when he questioned him and he was inclined to believe him, if only because they would have sent more men had they known his identity.

He also questioned them on the whereabouts of Blackfyre, the Valyrian Steel sword of House Targaryen, lost after the death of Bittersteel. They did not know and the only information they had was it was somewhere in Pentos.

Which most likely meant Illyrio Mopatis, and he lost the chance of taking it, without even knowing.

But he wasn't going to give up so easily, he was going to have his magical sword, or the closest thing to it, and no one was going to stop him.

As such he decided to employ the Golden Company for this endeavor, free of charge of course, as a way of making up for the actions of their serjeant.
He told them about Illyrio Mopatis, and how he most likely was the sword's current owner, and instructed them to bring it to him and their slight would be forgiven.

He did not care how they did it, long as they did.

One other thing he did was sending the slaves he rescued from the Dothraki and sending them to Braavos, with some coin to ensure they could rebuild their lives.

While most were ordinary folk, amongs them there were some craftsmen, blacksmiths mostly, and a rare glassmaker or two.

Three and a bit over a half years into his exile, something extremely interesting happened.

He received a letter, not from Robert's family, because they did not how to send him one, nor his identity, nor from someone from the Free Cities.

It was from Aerys Targaryen, the King of the Seven Kingdoms and a lot more titles he did not bother to read. In essence, it was Aerys kissing up to the Dragon Lord Eredin Breacc Glass, offering him land, a keep, a princehood, his eldest daughter Shaena as a wife and a position in his court.

"If only he knew" he had wondered, "what would be his reaction?"

The thought kept amusing him whenever he remembered the letter.

His only answer to the Kingsguard that delivered the letter- Ser Arthur Dayne, the Sword of the Morning and Ser Barristan the Bold, who in his opinion was the best of the White Cloaks- was that he did not plan to leave the Free Cities for another year and a half, and would only visit the Seven Kingdoms then.

They had left in peace, though he could feel the remnants of Robert hoping they would start a fight for some ungodly reason, just so he could rearrange Rhaegar's bff's face.

Another year and a half spent in the Free Cities saw his fortune grow more, as the supply of horses were cut really low, he simply shifted his attention to other markets, mainly spice and arms.

Blackpepper, being a really important trade item in the medieval age of Earth, was much the same here, so there was always coin to be made from it, especially as no one in their right mind would think of attacking ships protected by a dragon rider.

And seeing as the Free Cities were always up in an arms race against each other, he did not lack buyers. War was good for business after all, though not for the values of a modern day person.

More so, he had couple more armors and weapons forged for himself, giving crude drawings he had to artists, having them redrawnto his specifics, each designed after different cultures of Earth, and other fictional universes, ranging from Samurai armor and a Katana, Bearded Axes, Scimitars, Spartan Shield and Spear and a Xiphos, to the armor and mace of Sauron , to the Stag Armor from the Guild Wars, - he could feel Robert's satisfaction at that- he had quite the personal armory.

Though, he was best with the hammer - curtesy of Robert- and sword, after he spent countless hours training, hiring the best tutors he could find.

Being rich was nice.

Finally, he also decided to learn magic, or ways of protecting himself from magic, and spent rather exorbitant fees on that.

He did not want to end up like the show Renly did, or burn his own daughter like show Stannis did. His success in this field was mixed, he did find some rituals supposed to protect him from evil intent, but he couldn't be sure of their effectiveness.

But, one of the sorcerers he consulted claimed the magic of his dragons, long as they were alive and bonded to him, would shield him to some degree from " the influences of the evil".

He couldn't question the man as he seemed to crash from whatever high he was in.

All in all, after deducting his spending, he had about four million golds, a massive fortune, seeing as if he remembered correctly, was how much the Targaryen treasury had after the rebellion.

Braavos
End of Robert Baratheon's Exile

Matt was getting ready to leave, his helmet removed in front of people for the first time in the last three and a half year. He had loaded up his most valuable belongings to ships and had them sail to Storm's End, while other things, such as the two Valyrian swords he had acquired and named after two of his favourite fictional swords, Stormbringer from Michael Moorcock's Elric and Nightblood from the Warbreaker series.

Sure, they didn't have any magical abilities, but at leastRobert was pleased about the names, especially the Stormbringer, owing to it's previous name before he had it re-forged. It felt good to have one over the Targaryens, especially as they were unaware of it.

His musings were cut short "Imagine my surprise at hearing that the Dragonlord himself had finally removed his helmet and it appears there is no horrific wound on him" came the voice of a man he got to know well over the last years.

He turned to the Sea Lord of Braavos, and offered a smile " Well, I just wanted to do a big reveal when I returned home, and didn't want to spoil the surprise"

"As you say, Lord Eredin, or should I say Lord Robert?" asked Ferrego Antaryon with his ever present smile.

"Robert is fine Lord Ferrego"

"You know, when I first heard a heir to a great house was in my city, I tried to learn more about you for possible business oppurtunities, but what I learnd wasn't flattering at all, so I never approached you. Knowing you as you are right now, either my information was faulty, or you went from a foolish and arrogant child to one of the most dangerous and rich man in the known world, all in the span of half a decade."

"Ouch" he exclaimed, putting his hand over his chest " that was hurtful my friend"

"That does not answer my question, my friend"

His smile waned and he looked away, watching the horizon.

"Before, I simply did not bother to use my head, nor did I care about being the best I knew I could be" turning to Lord Ferrego with a dead serious look, which he reciprotaed " Now, I care very much about it"

Their showdown was interrupted, when "Hah!" exclaimed Lord Ferrego, a rare thing for a composed person like him and held out his arm" Go well my friend, and may your coffers always be full, and may the waters bring you profit"

Taking the offered appendage with a grin " May we meet again, for even more profitable ventures", put on his helmet and took of.

His destination?

His possible future home.