Targaryen Who Turned Dragon

The Crimson Dragon roared in agreement.

I then went on a god-like killing streak. No man could stop me. No man at arms, knight, sellsword and even Captain could kill, harm or even touch me. I was an invincible killing machine. Everywhere I walked dozens died. The battle was quickly tipping into our favour.

Through my many duels, I created a technique. It was called "Perfect Counter"/ "Counter kill". The idea was to block/parry/dodge any attack and counter with your own, most likely fatal, attack. This battle was the perfect place to practice it.

Three knights stood in front of me... so much for their honour. All three attacked at once, from the left, right and centre. Damn them for making this difficult. I step back but they attack again, faster than before. Do they ever stop? They should be running out of stamina with their super heavy armour... I will tire them out and finish them when they can barely breathe.

After a minute of attacking and dodging, they start losing their breath. One of them attacks me at snail's pace... this is my chance! I use my superior speed to slash at his neck. He was too slow to block, blood sprayed from his neck. He dropped to the floor and died. Perfect counter.

One knight dead, two to go.

"Damn... you... silver... monkey!"

Just from his voice, I knew that he was exhausted.

"Can you say that louder? Sorry, I just couldn't hear you over your heavy breathing."

He was angered by my taunt and attacked me with all of his remaining strength. I quickly block his strike with my cutlass and slash his arm, causing him to drop his sword. I could see that the second knight was about to stab me. I moved away and threw my shield at him. Then I finished off the disarmed knight.

Now it was one on one. He didn't look too motivated to fight... perhaps he knew that I could end him with ease.

"Aerion Targaryen... I heard you are merciful to prisoners who pledge loyalty. I wish to..."

"You serve the Usurper, no? If you betray him so easily... how am I to trust you? Maybe you will return to him the instant you get the opportunity. I ask again, how can I trust you?"

"I... promise to all the gods, old and new that I will serve you until the day I die. May they punish me if I do not."

Gods mean nothing to me... but, I think he is not lying. I will trust him.

"Well, Ser..."

"Jon, Ser Jon."

"Ser Jon, I accept your loyalty with open arms. You shall be my guard in this battle."

"I shall protect you wherever you go, Your Grace."

Perhaps I'm being a bit too trusting... but I need a strong bodyguard just in case. You never know, even I can make mistakes and, having someone to save me from fatal situations would be convenient, to say the least.

Ser Jon and I begin slaying the Usurper's men together. I have to say, we make a great duo. The battle raged on for many hours, by the end everyone looked drained. I eventually found Duncan, Robb and the ex-Lord. I was quite surprised to find them all alive and well.

"So, ex sellsword, have you fought in a battle of this scale before?"

"No. I haven't, Lord. It looks like you have not either." Duncan responded

"Robb?"

"No, Captain."

"Has anyone?"

...

"We have done quite well for ourselves, surviving most of the battle. Still, we haven't won yet. Let's go for the final push and win this damn battle!"

They all roared in agreement.

We have around seven hundred men left while they have around four hundred. This was the final wave, the final push to victory. Our forces clashed on many sh.i.p.s. The ship I was on had a powerful warrior. Even though he was a bit fat, he could lift his Warhammer with ease. A strong man, he was destroying my men one by one. I have to defeat him.

"So you are the Targaryen..."

He spoke to me. The world around me froze. This man... his armour and Warhammer... it reminded me of... Robert Baratheon. The man who killed my father... the man who took the throne... the Usurper.

Rage flowed through my veins... like an erupting volcano. My inner Dragon roared with fury. My hands gripped my cutlass harder... my eyes focused on him... and I attacked, releasing all of my inner anger.

All of the despair, difficult times, sadness and poverty... it was all HIS FAULT!

He blocked the strike with his Warhammer. My sword shattered in two. I step back and pick up a greatsword off the ground. Our weapons clashed yet again... I could feel his overwhelming strength. No wonder he defeated my father... what am I thinking? How can I beat someone this strong? Is it all over, will my anger be the death of me?

"You are my son... act the Dragon you are."

My father's last words echoed.

No. I will not give up so easily. I will fight this Robert Baratheon... a Dragon fears nothing.

And so, the duel continued. It left the surrounding men in complete awe, the strength of the Stag and the fury of the Dragon facing each other. The pirates eventually defeated the Royal Navy but the battle of the Stag and Dragon continued to rage on. The duel was tipping in favour of Aerion. His wounds kept healing at inhuman speeds while Robert was getting tired. Both also suffered severe wounds.

"Surrender, Usurper... maybe I will spare your life."

Robert saw no point in continuing the fighting, so he surrendered. Duncan shouted a great speech.

"THE BATTLE IS OVER! THE MIGHTY STAG HAS SURRENDERED TO OUR KING, THE RIGHTFUL KING AND DRAGON, AERION TARGARYEN! MAY WE SING OF THIS DAY FOR DECADES TO COME!"

"AYE!"

The Pirate Navy recruited the remaining westerosi, looted the sh.i.p.s and then sailed off to Dragonstone. As always, the Narrow Sea was kind to Aerion and his navy.

"What do we do with the fat king?"

Robb asked

His arms were chained and his mouth was covered.

"We shall see. Perhaps we can sell him to a man who shits gold... maybe, I can use him as a sparring opponent. But one thing is certain, I will not kill him."

Jon joined in on the conversation and asked.

"Why?"

"He is King of the Seven Kingdoms... his death would cause chaos and grief in the realm. He has caused me so much pain... I want to kill him, but I won't... especially when he's chained up. Such a powerful warrior should die on the battlefield."

"As you say, Your Grace."

~Bloodstone~

"Where do we put him?" Robb asked

"Somewhere secure and comfortable."

"As you wish, Captain."

I sit down on the throne of Bloodstone. I feel glorious... I defeated Robert and captured him alive! He is worth more than any ship, navy or castle.

Duncan kneeled on the floor.

"The pirates that joined us have all parted ways."

"Good, what is left?"

"Around two hundred men and five galleys."

"More than I expected, any more news?"

"No, Your Grace."

"You are dismissed."

What a long week... time to sleep. I walk to my bed and fall into eternal comfort.

"I won."

~

The Crimson Dragon ruined another good dream. He stood before me, as always, observing. Then the Dragon did something unexpected... it spoke.

"You are worthy."

What?

Then the Dragon fades and my status is revealed.

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Aerion Targaryen

Level 10 Valyrian Lord

Titles: Pirate King Of Stepstones, Pirate Lord of Bloodstone

Special Abilities: Regeneration, Observe

Traits: Dragon Blood, Attractive, Genius, Strong, Tall, Groomed, Patient, Diligent, Proud, Ambitious

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Strength: 1.3 (2.5)

Endurance: 1.1 (2.3)

Dexterity: 1.2 (2.4)

Intelligence: 1.1 (4.1)

Charisma: 1.3 (2.8)

Magic: 1 (1.5)

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Duelling skill: Knight ☆☆☆☆

Martial: Skilled Tactician ☆☆☆

Diplomacy: Underhand Rogue ☆☆

Stewardship: Thrifty Clerk ☆☆

Intrigue: Amateurish Plotter ☆

Learning: Detached Priest ☆

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Ever since then, the Dragon dreams stopped. My status still showed up every night. A month passed since the Dance Between Dragon And Stag. I would fight with the Usurper every day to get even stronger. My hatred towards him decreased slightly... I respected him in a way.

One day I was sitting on a tree and reading a book. Then Duncan approached me.

"Your Grace, we should reinforce your claim on the Stepstones."

"By doing what, exactly?"

"Forcing all pirates to bend the knee."

"Bend the knee? This is not the Seven Kingdoms."

"It was just a suggestion. Whether you follow it or not is up to you."

Perhaps I will follow this suggestion..., after all, I need more men, sh.i.p.s, power and money. Maybe I could make Stepstones into a Westeros-like Kingdom. Everyone serving one King, me. Stepstones would become a major trading location and the money gained from taxes would be immense. Converting pirates into traders would be no easy task but it would make everyone happy. The pirates could attack anyone who doesn't pay the tax, satisfying their need for raiding. I would be happy from the money coming in and traders would no longer have to fear pirates (as long as they pay the tax, of course). I would also be seen as a benevolent King instead of a bloodthirsty pirate.

The advantages heavily outweigh the disadvantages. I will unite Stepstones once and for all, and make it into the ric.h.e.s.t Kingdom there ever was. Time to get started.

~

"Duncan."

"Yes, my lord?"

"Bring the mightiest pirate lords to Bloodstone... they shall serve me or die. Once that is done, we shall make Stepstones prosper."

"Very well, Your Grace. I shall be back in a week."

~

Before me stood the five most powerful pirates in Stepstones. Greg, Bob, Ren, Willis and Arthur. Collectively, they own about five hundred pirates (they lost many men due to the Battle).

"I take it you mighty Lords know why I have brought you here."

Arthur bent the knee and stabbed his sword into the ground.

"I serve the Dragon."

Willis did the same.

"My sword, sh.i.p.s and men are yours to command."

Greg was a bit more hesitant, but he bent the knee anyway. That left Bob and Ren.

"You expect me to bow to a boy? I work for myself and myself only..."

I grabbed my great sword and threw it, aiming for his head. The sword pierced right through his skull. Bob dropped to the floor like a dead man (because he is a dead man).

"Any more questions to my rule?"

Ren bent the knee instantly.

My next task will be to conquer the Stepstones with my new army. It should take only a few days and be relatively easy. These Pirate Lords combined already own much of the land, we'll only have to go to a few islands. After the conquest, I can begin to bend Stepstones into what I have envisioned.

"Gather up all the men. We shall begin the conquest of Stepstones first thing tomorrow."

The Pirate Lords and Duncan left to rally the men. Scratch that, the conquest begins today! I grab my sword and walk out of my throne room.

~

The Conquest was even shorter than I expected, all pirates surrendered and pledged loyalty to me. Stepstones now belongs to me without a shred of a doubt. I returned to Bloodstone to organise a meeting between my most powerful vassals.

But I had to visit Robert first, he might have been getting lonely. I walk down to the dungeons.

"Was he fed well?"

The two guards nodded. I walked to Robert's cell. It was the best cell in all of Bloodstone... large, semi-comfortable and it has the largest window out of all the over cells.

"How's the King of the Seven Kingdoms doing?"

"Piss off."

"Don't worry, we shall spar soon enough... if you weren't so hateful, I might have given you more comfortable conditions by now. Why do you hate Targaryens anyway?"

I was genuinely interested. What caused him to hate all Targaryens? I didn't do anything to him yet he acts like I killed his mother. Then the answer came.

"Lyanna... My dear Lyanna Stark."

Lyana Stark... sister to Eddard Stark. She is the reason for his hatred?

"Care to explain?"

"No."

Alright. I left the dungeons and entered my throne room. I sat on the throne and decided to read my book, "Weapons of Warfare". One half was about the various defences a castle could have and the other half was about the different types of siege weapons and their uses. A very interesting and useful book.

Then my honourable guests arrived. I shut the book.

"Welcome, my vassals. Follow me."

I lead them to a room that looks similar to the small council chamber, eight chairs. I sat down on the head of the table.

"Duncan, you shall be my Hand."

"But... I..."

"Sit to the other head of the table. You've earned this."

I had a special pin designed. It was identical to the one the Hand of the King wears but this one was Silver. I gave it to Duncan.

"I shall do my best."

"Now..."

I scanned over the remaining candidates.

Ren- Skilled Tactician, Underhand Rogue (Martial, 3 and Diplomacy, 2)

Arthur- Charismatic Negotiator (Diplomacy, 3)

Willis- Fortune Building (Stewardship, 3)

Greg- Flamboyant Schemer (Intrigue, 2)

Robb- Tough Soldier (Martial, 2)

"Robb... you shall be the Lord Commander of the Dragonsguard."

"Dragonsguard?"

"It's still in progress but it will be formed soon enough. Sit, on my left."

Four more positions.

"Willis, Master of Coin, sit next to the left of Duncan."

"It is an honour, Your Grace."

"Ren, Master of Sh.i.p.s, sit next to my right."

"Very well."

"Greg, Master of Whispers, sit next to the right of Duncan."

"Intrigue is my speciality."

"Arthur, Master of Laws, sit in-between Robb and Greg."

It was all done. Since we didn't have a Grand Maester, a chair was left empty. We don't really need one anyway.

We spoke of my plans and how we would execute them. It all worked out. Ren was appointed Lord of Southern Islands, Duncan was made Lord of the Middle Islands and Willis was made Lord of the Northern Islands (apart from Bloodstone).

May The Kingdom Of Stepstones flourish!