Targaryen Who Turned Dragon

I was born Aerion Targaryen, son of Rhaegar Targaryen and Elia Martell in 280 AC. Life was pretty damn good before the sacking. I remember my grandfather most, he was a kind and lovely man... at least towards me. I had a twin sister and a baby brother. Even though my sister was is my twin, we looked nothing alike. She looked like a Martell while I looked like a true Targaryen. Then the sacking of the Red keep happened... I ran for my dear life. My dear mother, younger brother and twin sister were all brutally murdered by Gregor Clegane "The Mountain" under the orders of Tywin Lannister. My grandfather was killed by his own Kingsguard, Jaime Lannister... a man that swore an oath to protect his King. The only immediate family members left were Viserys and Rhaella Targaryen.

Eventually, I found my uncle and grandmother. We escaped to Dragonstone, there I was named the rightful King. Then Daenerys was born and my grandmother died because of it. While Daenerys was coming into the world, a great storm was happening in the background. This storm destroyed most of the Targaryen fleet in Dragonstone. We were about to be turned over to the Baratheons but Ser Willem Darry and four other loyal men smuggled us out.

We lived in Braavos with this Ser for five years. He, sadly, died. Then we had to wander from free city to free city. Originally we were warmly welcomed, but that warmth started to fade. We had to slowly sell all our valuables one by one, to survive. Viserys was eventually given the name "Beggar King" which angered me. Our house went from ruling Seven Kingdoms to having to beg to survive.

Then Viserys started acting strangely. His warmth to Daenerys faded, he became colder towards her. Sometimes he would hurt her, other times he would say harsh words. He started reminding her 'not to wake the dragon'. Weirdly enough, he still acted like an older and caring brother to me. Eventually, I had enough of his abuse to Dany and told him to stop. He refused and a fight broke out. I was fourteen and he was eighteen at that time. The odds weren't exactly in my favour... but I won.

How? Well, he was winning at first but then I saw an image of a Crimson Dragon roaring. After that image faded, my body was stronger than ever. It was like the Dragon gave me some of its strength. The strength faded after I won. After that day, Viserys never harmed Daenerys again. That didn't help our financial situation, though.

"We, the last remaining Targaryens, should stand together if we truly want to return home. How do we expect to come back home, if we can't stand together?" – Me, after the fight

When it was my 15th name day, I swore that I would become rich. I couldn't bear to see my uncle, auntie and myself struggling for survival. I asked for just one galley and twenty loyal pirates. I got what I wanted. Then I sailed out of Pentos.

"Don't worry, when I return we will no longer have to beg ... everyone will be begging to us. This, I promise." -My promise to Viserys and Daenerys when I was leaving.

Now I stand on the deck of my galley looking at the endless blue water. My vice-captain was with me on the top deck with me. Then I saw a ship with my spyglass from Myr. It was a small ship with a crew of ten men. I looked closer and it had the banners of... the Usurper, Robert Baratheon! My blood boiled. I'm going to take that ship.

"The ship is close enough! Aim for the sails. Archers, ready... steady... and FIRE!" I order

A dozen flaming arrows flew into the sky, aiming for the sails. The sails burnt away due to the fire. The enemy ship is going to be slower, enough for us to keep up the pace and attack at the same time.

"Archers, ready arrows. Raise your bows... and fire!"

This time, the arrows were aiming for the crew of the small ship. Six were killed, including the captain. The small ship stopped moving and its crew raised their hands. I smiled, perhaps my path to riches will work.

"They have surrendered!" One of my men joyfully shouts

We boarded their ship.

"Right, I'm going to make this simple for you guys. Join me and my crew or die."

One of them spoke up.

"I would rather die than live as a pirate!"

I coldly look at him "Then die."

I draw my sword and slay him.

The other three agreed to join my crew. The Westerosi ship had quite a lot of goods and food inside for its size. The ship itself should be worth quite a fair bit of gold so I'm taking it with me. I left my vice-captain and eight pirates on the Westerosi ship.

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I arrived at Dorne sooner than expected. My strategy is something like this:

Attack Westerosi sh.i.p.s

sell them back

repeat 1 and 2

Profit

Only a mastermind like myself could create such a genius strategy. I sold the westerosi ship to a trader, I was wearing a hood to mask myself. All of the goods were sold at the market, by my men. We made quite a bit of money.

We left to open sea again. My vice captain approached me.

"You're a pretty darn good captain, kid. The men respect and obey your commands."

"Good to know."

Minutes silently passed. My vice captain broke the silence.

"Have you given her a name?"

"What? The ship?"

"Aye."

"No... I haven't thought about it. You have any suggestions?"

"No captain, I do not."

Then a name came to mind.

"How about 'The Mad King'?"

"Sounds great, captain."

And so, The Mad King made his way into the open sea. Even after death, the name "Mad King" shall torment Westeros. The debt of blood shall be repaid...