Braavos

A Cave

Turns out, Dothraki horses - and horses in general- were worth a good amount of gold, as he managed to sell the 5 horses that was his part of the loot, while giving up the other three to be given to the families of the dead guards, for hundred gold dragons.

He also took one of the riders he knocked out as a prisoner, claiming he wanted to interrogate him. The members of the caravan looked at him weirdly, but he managed to drag the rider along long enough.

After returning to Braavos, with no other distraction on the way, he found a cave, big enough, secluded, away from the city far enough he did not have to worry about someone finding him by accident but close enough to go there by horse without leaving the dragons unattended for too long and most importantly, considered cursed by the population so they avoided it.

Which made it the perfect place for him to hide while the dragons grew up enough to ride, seeing as he did not have an army to protect himself and the dragons, and he would have a giant target on his back as soon as the dragons were revealed.

So he was going to hide here, for a year most likely, while hunting to feed the dragons and himself, and only buy the essentials with the money he had.

Including something to drive away the bugs that lived in the cave, because he did not want to die to a venomous bug of all things.

After making sure the cave was secure, and putting his supplies in a dry place, he went and lit a bonfire, finally ready to begin.

What he was about to do did not sit right with him, not at all. But the alternative was worse so he was going to do it.

Looking at the wild man, who glared at him with loathing, he went and took out his flask, filled with Milk of the Poppy and tried to make the man drink.

When the man kept resisting, he lost his patience and punched him till he was out, then simply showed flask in his mouth, forcing him to drink.

If he was going to kill a man by burning him alive, he might as well make it as painless as possible.

Fanning the flames, he waited for a while, letting the drug take effect. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore, the wait making him feel worse and worse, so he dragged the man to the raging bonfire and threw the man.

The action made him almost empty the contents of his stomach but he forced himself to turn away. Taking the eggs, he tossed them to the fire as well, blocking his nose and mouth with his arm so he wouldn't have to smell the burning flesh.

He kept waiting, all the while feeling regret over the death of the Wildling, but he did not know whether the eggs required a human or any live creature to hatch, and he did not want to try to find out.

If it turned out they need a human sacrifice to hatch, then it would be hard for him to find a human he was willing to burn alive in Braavos.

He was brought out of his musings when with a sound akin to a small caliber gun going off, the eggs hatched and three dragons flew out of the fire, looking around and finally setting their eyes on him.

One blue, one red and one golden dragons watched him, while he stood there with his mouth open. Quickly coming to his senses he scooped the dragons up to his arms, shouting in joy.

"Suck it world! I haaaaaaaaave dragons baby!" echoed out his sound as he kept jumping around the cave while the dragons squaked in confusion.

They were going to need cool names.

Finishing his celebrations he gave the dragons a whole leg of ham and proceeded to put out the fire and clean out the burned remains of the Dothraki, burying it to avoid predators.

When he finally went back to the cave, he saw the dragons sleeping, curled around eachother, next to a bone, only thing remaning of the ham. He sat and watched the dragons in wonder.

HE HAD DRAGONS! he squealled internally like a little girl, his joy enough to make him forget how he hatched the dragons.

Now, all he had to do was to name them.

Should he choose something Valyrian? No, he might have the blood, but he didn't see himself as one.

Something like Stormterror or Goldfury? Too edgy he thought.

A memory came to his mind, of a card game he played long ago. He remembered the wins and losses as he dueled with other players, each pack he bought with his allowance opened with unmatched exhiliration.

Of gods and monster battling it out.

Yu-Gi-Oh.

And what do you know, the color of the dragons happened to fit the color scheme of the three of the strongest cards. One of them wasn't a dragon, but whatever. Who besides him was going to know?

He made up his mind about the names, already thinking of how to train the dragons.

So he spent a year in the cave, only going out when necessary, to hunt, to wash and to buy essentials from the city, things he couldn't acquire from mother nature. He sold the pelts of the animals he hunted, earning him a bit of coin, which when used sparingly with his already existing funds, was enough for him.

He also had a saddle crafted for him when the time to ride the dragons came. He had ample time, so he designed one himself, with each part commissioned to different craftsmen to avoid anyone asking questions about why he would need such a big saddle.

He did a bit of market research too, searching for ways to earn enough gold to last him for a life time, should he need it. One idea that came to him was horse trade.

They were used both in military and civilian life, so there was no shortage of demands for horses. While he didn't have the capital to start a horse business, he knew where to get large amounts.

The Dothraki.

They were basically discount Mongolians and more horses a Dothraki Khal had, stronger they were. The idea was simple, kill the Dothraki horde with dragonfire, and take and sell their horses.

Execution of it, he thought, was going to be more complex. He needed workers to gather and herd the horses after he dealth with the Dothraki, who also would have to loot their bodies for any valuables.

He also needed to find someone rich and willing enough to buy thousands of horses at a time. He wagered the Sea Lord of Braavos would be interested, after all, if he had all these horses, he could have monopoly on one of the biggest markets in the whole world. But he would have to negotiate with the man, so nothing was set in stone yet.

He also had another idea.

The Free Cities were constantly theratened by vast Dothraki hordes, and paid them tribue, whether in slaves or in gold to stave off any raid.

Appealing to their pride and offering his services to Pentos and other cities to clean out the Dothraki, while simultaneously looting them and selling their horses to Braavos for gold?

If this worked he could amass a fortune in a couple of years.

However, for now his daily life was more simple than that.

He worked out in the cave as best as he could to keep in shape and avoid losing muscles, put primitive traps around the cave and the surrounding area to create an early warning system after an unfortunate event, just to make sure no one would stumble on him by accident again.

As for the dragons, they grew up well, though they were disgruntled - evident by their huffs and hacking at him- because he did not allow them to fly at daytime to avoid detection. They could only fly at night, bar the full moon.

Their training was both easy and difficult. They were intelligent, incredibly so but they were also willful and could be stubborn. He trained them like he one would train a dog or a cat, with rewards, which he meant he would let them hunt in the forest since they seemed to like it.

Obelisk, the blue one, was headstrong, and could be really aggressive, was the leader. He was also a bit larger than his brothers

Slifer, the red colored dragon, was like the calm before the storm, docile and relaxed one second, vicious and deadly the next.

Ra, his golden dragon, was playfull, liked to hunt more than his brothers, and was the smallest as well as the fastest of the three.

Now, while he did pick some Valyrian whenever he visited Braavos, but he did not know it well enough, or had the desire to, teach them to respond to Valyrian commands. Instead, he used a language only he knew at this world.

Latin.

He learned a good amount to impress that one girl in the university, but nothing came out of it. Now, he taught Obelisk, Ra and Slifer, who he named after the Egyptian God Cards, to respond to Latin commands, to ensure the Targaryen's couldn't use Valyrian to tame them.

That thought strangely pleased him.

Which brought him to the biggest problem he faced.

Robert Baratheon, the original owner of this body.

Or at least, what remained of him. His desires and emotions were still somewhere inside him, and they certainly didn't make life easy for him. His thirst for alcohol, his hatred for the Targaryen's and his desire to take revenge on them reared their ugly heads at the most unfortunate of times.

He resisted however, he did not know when he would have to dive into his savings, and he wasn't going to spend any coin on expensive wines.

He only bought enough to ensure he would have clean drinking water, by mixing it with the water he gathered from the river.

As for the Targaryen's, long as they didn't step on his toes he would stay away from them, if he ever returned that is.

He could always go and retire to the Summer Isles.

A tropical paradise, whose population worshipped a Goddess of Love and were pretty open about their desires? It was like Rubicun III from Star Trek TNG.

There were worse places to retire to.

Matts Cave

1 Year and 4 Months Later

The day had come. He was giddy like a child on Christmas Eve.

The only difference being instead of getting a gift like the newest iPhone or getting a cutting edge laptop, HE WAS GOING TO RIDE A FREAKING DRAGON!

First, he took a bath, shaved his beard and mustache, had a good breakfast and took out his armor and hammer,

He assembled the saddle, and managed to put it on Obelisk after bribing him with food. Stubborn lizard.

It was not something designed by a master, but it would do for now.

Donning his armor, he got on Obelisk, who despite his earlier playing hard to get, seemed to be excited about getting to fly on daytime, while Ra and Slifer looked restless.

Holding the reins, he took a deep breath, "Volare!" shouted in Latin. Obelisk beat it's powerfull wings, taking to the sky immediately, followed by it's brothers.

Matt held the reins in a death grip, his eyes shut, one side scared of falling, the other felt nothing but exhiliration. As Obelisk stopped it's climb and started to fly lazily, gliding in the air, he finally decided to open his eyes.

The sight was breathtaking. Forests strecthed out for miles, and they were high enough he could see the Narrow Sea.

"YEEEEEESSS!" he screamed, barely stopping himself from throwing his hands in the air in celebration. "SUCK IT WORLD, I AM RIDING A FUCKING DRAGON" His shouting was replaced with the pure and utter joy of his laughter, while his dragons roared out in response to his glee.

HIS DRAGONS!

He stopped laughing like a madman eventually, though he was still smiling from ear to ear. Testing out some of the other commands he taught them, like, "Ignis" while pointing at a lake to avoid starting a fire, the trio dived, and bathed the river in flames, vast amounts of steam quickly rising from the surface.

Flying around till nighttime, and savoring every moment of it, they landed on the empty patch near the cave with " Portum".

Soon as he was off the dragon, he went and hugged his face, " You wonderful, wonderful creatures. I love you three so fucking much" while Ra and Slifer came to offer their heads for hugs too.

The only way this moment could be cooler if he had some epic background music to go with it.

It was good to be him.