Targaryen Who Turned Dragon

'First, we start with Faith.'

Aerion created a teleportation formation which connected all nine City-states of Essos and main holds of Westeros to King's Landing. This was to swiftly gather the most influential of his nobles in one place. After the nobles entered the formation, Aerion would close it. After the nobles had gathered in King's Landing, Aerion instructed them to move into the Great Sept of Baelor.

The Emperor stood behind the Father, his black Targaryen robes contrasting with the bright surroundings. It was not the silver crown atop his head which gave him absolute authority, no, it was the tyrannical yet breathtaking aura around him. His ruthlessness and decisiveness certainly played a factor in that as well. More importantly, under his rule, the Seven Kingdoms had seen more than eleven years of prosperity.

"Your Grace... why the Grand Sept, of all places?" The High Septon inquired.

Aerion did not even glance in his direction. "Gods... the New Empire of Valyria has quite a few of them. Most of these 'Gods' are false idols while the others are feeble and unreliable. The Faith of Seven... this so-called God is false and does not exist."

There was a wave of gasps among the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms.

"I, on the other hand... stand before you."

"..."

"Not only do I stand before you, but I have surpassed each and every one of these 'Gods'. Tell me, who do you have greater Faith in? I, Aurion Targaryen, the Emperor of New Valyria or some 'Gods' who you've never truly seen or heard from before? The Old Gods... what power do they have compared to my own?" Aerion glanced at the Starks and Northern Houses. "They are powerless. With a single wave of my hand, I can burn every single Weirwood tree in existence."

"Of course, I wouldn't do such a thing... but I am certainly capable. Soon enough, most of you will have power far beyond your imagination. The 'Gods' of old will become a topic of amus.e.m.e.nt." Aerion smiled. "I will do my very best to swiftly transition this Empire forwards into this new Era and it begins with this simple declaration..."

"From henceforth, I shall be the Emperor and God of this World! As your Faith in these 'Gods' diminishes, your Faith in this Dragon Emperor will only strengthen. I can already see it... but I will not force this change as it will come naturally." Aerion chuckled as he sent several books at each prominent noble. "For now, you are to return to your holds and comprehend these guides. They should get you all up to date with the profound way. Please do send a raven to the Red Keep if you have any further questions. That concludes my speech."

"Everyone who is not a Targaryen may now leave."

All of the nobles left without much hesitation, observing the manuals which Aerion had given them. Most were copied not too long ago in the Star God Realm as he had commanded for a few. The High Septon remained due to a few uncertainties, mainly regarding his position as High Septon.

"Your Grace... what of my position as High Septon?"

Aerion smiled. "The Faith of Seven won't be immediately disbanded so you still have a year or two left. Naturally, all who believe in the Seven will eventually be converted so you may still have your luxurious rank. Though, Varys does tell me of your unholy actions at night... perhaps, I should strip you of your rank now and find a more suitable replacement."

"Hahaha... Your Grace, I can still change for the better. My faith in you is absolute so I would never go against your wishes. I will become the most virtuous man in Westeros if that is what you truly wish, never again will I..."

"Hmph, indeed, I require a replacement for the position of High Septon... or High Priest as you would only embarrass me further. I require someone more virtuous and... stronger. Simply put, you are unworthy." Aerion drew Blackfyre.

"Yo... Your Grace... you... you can't ki... kill me."

"I can't?" Aerion pointed Blackfyre at his c.h.e.s.t. "One slight push and you are a dead man."

The High Septon gulped. "But... justice... there has to be a trial..."

"I am the Law." Aerion bluntly stated. "I am Justice. My judgement is final and no one can say anything against it.... unless they wish to be humbled, of course."

"My dear, it would be best if you do not take his life. He might not be the most virtuous man but he still deserves to live... furthermore, your daughters are present, it would not be wise to kill a man here." Margaery spoke out who, technically, counted as a Targaryen due to marrying into the Great House.

"Gentle, as usual," Daenerys remarked.

'He is unworthy of even staining my hands.'

Aerion glanced at Margaery before returning his gaze onto the High Septon. "You are fortunate that I am a fair man, however. I wouldn't stain the Great Sept of Baelor with your sickening corpse nor would I stain my hands with your unworthy blood."

Aerion lowered Blackfyre.

"Thank you, Your Grace."

"Give me your little crown."

The High Septon nodded and took off his crown, almost dropping it out of nervousness. He presented it to Aerion, bending his knee while doing so. Aerion took it from his hands and observed the crown.

"It's quite grand," Aerion remarked as he placed it in the Seventh Heaven Realm for future use. "You are no longer the High Septon. A greater purpose awaits you now."

"And... that is, Your Grace?"

"The Night's Watch."

"... As you wish, Your Grace."

Aerion smiled. "Rise and serve my half-brother well. He'll need you to... hmm, in truth, I don't know if you have any use. A dummy in practice, perhaps. Nevermind that, go and join the Starks before the teleportation formation closes. If you don't make it, I'll have to fly you to the Wall which won't be pleasant, to say the least."

The High Septon did not speak for the fear of angering the Dragon, nodding and moving along.

"Royal Father, for how long will you be staying this time?" Naerys asked, rather sweetly. Like the rest of his children, she was extremely beautiful for her age. She was only nine, with her tenth nameday coming right before Aerion's thirtieth.

"I believe that in six years she will be quite the beauty and capable ruler. She has such sharp violet eyes which comes from both yourself and Daenerys along with the beautiful silver hair... you won't be giving away this jewel to anyone outside of House Targaryen, right?" Rotias chuckled.

'You already know the answer to that.'

"So you will continue the Targaryen traditions."

'Indeed, the traditions will continue. The Blood of the Dragon must remain pure.'

"I will not be leaving anymore." Aerion smiled and pat her silver head of long hair. "My conquests have all ended... Naerys, what does a conqueror do after his conquests have ended?"

"They settle and stabilise their lands... I believe."

"Mn, Naerys, you are correct. Everything is already stable, however... so it is time to build an even greater land. With change, comes instability once more... but, over time, this change will result in something far greater."

"We should not stay here for long, the Red Keep is a far more suitable place to converse," Daenerys stated.

Aerion nodded. "Indeed, it has been quite some time since I sat on the Iron Throne."

"No one has sat on it, not even your Hand or myself, in your absence."

"Oh, Stannis hasn't?"

"He firmly believes that only the Emperor of New Valyria is worthy."

"Strange, but it does show his dedication," Aerion remarked.

~

Aerion went outside of Planetos and realised that most of the continents were, indeed, erased from existence. Only two continents remained; Westeros and Essos. He recognised the more eastern parts of Essos despite never going there.

'The Golden Empire of Yi Ti... along with the northmost of Westeros, amusingly enough, these are the only lands I do not rule in all of Primal Chaos.'

He observed the surrounding star realms.

'The Star God Realm is right there...'

"The Transcendent Being has made things more convenient, it seems. You don't have to construct a teleportation formation."

'I will need to restrict Planetos from most of my subjects, slowly integrating the two...'

"That would be wise." Rotias agreed.

~Two months later

Aerion allowed his greatest subjects and those he considered worthy to enter Planetos to celebrate his thirtieth nameday. King's Landing was completely crowded despite its expansion... it was the most prominent event in recent memory. Even his previous wedding was completely overshadowed. This was because Aerion was the Celestial Dragon Emperor of Primal Chaos and newly declared God, of course.

There was a Grand Tourney which had a set of amusing victors. Daeron won the Archery Competition after a little bit of practice which certainly surprised Aerion. There were two Melees, one where cultivation strength was allowed and one where it was prohibited. Robb easily swept through most of the competition and claimed victory. The other Melee was far more exciting, ending with an intense duel between Viserys Targaryen and Ser Jon after nearly a hundred other combatants were defeated. The Architect emerged victorious, something which had become a common occurrence in recent years.

In the Joust, cultivation strength was also prohibited. Aurion participated, dismounting a couple of opponents until he met Ser Barristan Selmy, who swiftly dismounted him. The Finals ended up being Robb against Ser Barristan Selmy. Shockingly enough, Robb was unhorsed after breaking several lances. Aerion then grabbed a lance and mounted his destrier, challenging the Finalist. He redeemed his friend by unhorsing Barristan Selmy in a single exchange. Barristan Selmy still got the rewards for first place despite his embarrassing loss as Aerion wasn't an official participant. Nor did he need the money anyway.

Now, after the Grand Tourney's end.

His crimson cloaked fluttered as he walked the path to the Red Keep from the entrance of King's Landing. This was to present himself to the commoners who could not enter the halls. At least, they would get to look upon His Divine Grace.

Once he reached the top, he was met with Robb and Barristan Selmy, two of his Lord Commanders.

"Feeling any younger, Ser Barristan?" Aerion jested. "You certainly look younger to me."

"I do feel younger, Your Grace. It will only be a matter of time before these wrinkles completely vanish."

"The grey hair, too. You'll be serving House Targaryen for a very long time, I'll make sure of it."

"When was the last time you celebrated your nameday, My Lord?" Robb changed the subject.

"Hmm, I did celebrate but it wasn't quite as grand as this."

Aerion opened the doors to the main hall and walked inside, followed by his two subjects.