Targaryen Who Turned Dragon

Viserys was uncomfortable for the entire time. There were many things that made him uncomfortable, from the barbaric behaviour of the Dothraki to Daenerys' extravagant wedding gifts. The three dragon eggs? Those should have gone to him, not his little sister. Khal Drogo didn't even bat an eye at him, as if he didn't even exist. The only thing keeping his composure was the promise of the Iron Throne. Imagine 40,000 Dothraki screamers in Westeros... then add on the Loyalist forces and you have an army big enough to conquer the Seven Kingdoms! It wasn't a pleasant thing, his sister being married off to a horse lord, but the Iron Throne was more important... at least in his eyes.

On the other hand, Daenerys was more than just uncomfortable. She was just thirteen, almost fourteen, years old and she was married to a warlord. She was frightened of what awaited her when the day ended. She thought of Aerion, the last time she'd seen him was a few days after his 15th nameday. He was confident and determined to provide for her and Viserys, which he succeeded. She heard of his various victories and soon found gifts of gold, more than enough to live a life of a noble. This luxury soon faded when Aerion was caught in 'The Great Storm' and his Kingdom soon followed. If only he had been alive... she wouldn't have to go through this, she would be safe.

Luckily for her, the wedding would be cancelled... due to a shocking event which no one saw coming. Not her brother, not Illyrio and certainly not the Khal.

~

Aerion came crashing down from the sky. He looked down and noticed a city in the distance. Aerion completely forgot to activate his Profound Floating Technique until the last second. This led to him just landing on the ground without any sustained damage. He looked at the ground and there was a small hole. Soon Robb and Izanami followed.

Aerion looked around and it took him a few seconds to process the events occurring around him. Even after realising what was happening, he couldn't believe it. All sound seemed to stop as the people stared at the God-like being who stood before them. His aura radiated a sense of superiority and mystery. He was handsome, impossibly so. He didn't even need to speak... his mere posture demanded respect. Aerion walked up to the seated Khal and looked at Daenerys. He smiled and turned to the Khal.

*SLASH*

Blackfyre showed no mercy, piercing straight through his neck. His head rolled onto the ground. Aerion kicked it away into the sea.

BOOM.

What can I say? I'm just that strong.

Three men suddenly rose in anger, drawing their weapons and lashing out at Aerion. Unfortunately... it didn't go so well for them. Aerion blocked all of their strikes with visible ease and once he got bored, their arakhs were cut in half. He finished them off with a single strike... in an instant. The Khal and his three bloodriders, all dead within a few moments. Aerion cleaned Blackfyre with his wind and glanced at the Dothraki Horde.

What do I do with the rest of them? The question crossed Aerion's mind. He had heard of their prowess in battle but he wasn't too keen on having an army of barbarians. Besides, they spoke a whole different language and acted strangely. Aerion decided to make them scatter, so he summoned Rhaegal.

"ROAR!!!!"

Rhaegal knew what to do, he flew up and began to breathe fire. After three rounds of fire, every Dothraki was running for their lives. Rhaegal had killed about a thousand or so, he was clearly holding back. Aerion had taken the three dragon eggs while that was going on. When the Dothraki were gone... the surrounding area grew silent.

"Fool."

Aerion narrowed his eyes at Viserys and walked towards him.

"I... I can explain... GAH!"

Aerion punched Viserys in the gut. It was a strong punch, definitely more than enough to make him feel pain... not enough to kill him. He was his uncle, after all.

"You truly are a disgrace to the Targaryen name."

"How... I thought you were dead?"

"I was dead, then I was reborn. Anyway, I'll be on my way... for I have Seven Kingdoms to conquer. Robb, you'll take care of Viserys."

Aerion climbed Rhaegal and invited Daenerys to join him, she didn't hesitate. Aerion left Viserys outside the walls of Pentos as Rhaegal flew into the sky.

"Did he just leave me...?"

"Yeah, mate. Now you're under my gracious care." Robb patted his shoulder.

"Who in seven hells are you?"

"Don't you know of Aerion's famous vice-captain?" Robb responded, slightly offended.

"No... haven't heard of him."

Robb sighed. "Apparently I didn't advertise myself enough. When you're in the shadow of someone as great as the Pirate King, it's very hard to stand out..."

"Robb, is that you?"

"Jon... it's been a while and you too, Duncan. We have to catch up on things... but this isn't the best place, is it?"

After Aerion left with Rhaegal and Dany, there had only been a few people left. Four to be exact; Robb, Viserys, Jon and Duncan. Rhaegal's roar had sent Illyrio running for his life and it looked like he wasn't coming back anytime soon, unfortunate. Izanami decided to leave for Bloodstone, where she expected Aerion to be going.

"No, not at all. Let's go to the city."

"A fine idea." Duncan nodded in approval.

"Wait..."

The three pirates began to walk towards the gates of Pentos. They stopped when Viserys spoke, Robb noticed that he wasn't following.

"It seems that my duty is to protect you... but if you refuse to move, how will I accomplish that? Do you want me to force you? Very well, hurry up or I'll drag you into the city."

"Who do you think you are? To threaten the dragon..."

"You are no dragon." Robb firmly replied as he knocked out Viserys. Duncan and Jon looked at him.

"What? He was getting tiresome."

"Fair point... but how did you get that strong?"

"I'll tell you everything, but first, I need some food and wine."

~

"So... how was life after I was caught in the storm?" Aerion decided that he'd be the one to start a conversation.

"It was worse than before... but I lived through it."

"I'm glad you did. Now that I've returned, you won't have to suffer any longer."

"Thank you... for saving me."

Daenerys tightly squeezed Aerion. He laughed in response.

"No need to thank me, it's my duty to protect my family."

"What about Viserys?"

"Robb will take good care of him... don't worry about him. I would've brought him with me but he wasn't worthy of riding a dragon, not after what he put you through."

Imagine if I'd been a day or two late, the Khal would've definitely taken her maidenhood. I'll make sure to give Viserys a suitable punishment when I become King. Maybe marry him off to one of the Great Houses... a matrilineal marriage. That might be a bit too cruel, but fair.

~Bloodstone~

It was an unusually calm day, the wind was tame and so were the waves. There were almost no traces of the pirates that roamed the islands of Stepstones, instead, there were only traders. As soon as the last of Aerion's forces were disposed of, a new Pirate King was chosen. This Pirate King was, in fact, a Lannister puppet, making them the real rulers of the islands. Piracy was officially banned and those who dabbled with it would face the Pirate King's Justice. There was a large faction of pirates who did not agree with this new arrangement, they much prefered Aerion. Unfortunately for them, he was 'dead'. The man who led the 'Freedom' faction was that exact puppet Pirate King. It is truly ironic that he ended up restricting piracy more than Aerion did... yet he was the figurehead of 'Freedom' before. Members of the Freedom faction felt betrayed, and rightfully so. The new Pirate King was called Willis... a very familiar name to Aerion.

"Is that a... dragon?"

A merchant dropped a crate of his goods in surprise. Dragons, those things still exist?

Suddenly a sky-piercing roar filled the entire island and caused many to forget what they were doing... and hide!

It's good to be back... Aerion thought as he looked at Bloodstone, the Castle.

Aerion helped Daenerys get off the dragon. It seemed that there were no guards outside. Perhaps Rhaegal had scared them all off. Aerion opened the gate and walked forward. He told Daenerys to stand back just in case. The man sitting at the throne... Aerion's eyes widened in surprise, he was one of his small council members. There were over thirty guards protecting him, not really great protection against a cultivator... especially one of Aerion's calibre.

"Willis, so you are the man who sits upon my throne? Not Duncan? I wonder... did you betray my cause? Are you that mysterious leader of Freedom?"

"I thought... you were dead! You died in the storm..."

"I did die," Aerion admitted. "But I rose from the ashes a Dragon and now I've come to take what is rightfully mine. And I'm afraid that a traitor like you won't be able to witness." He turned to the guards "Stand aside if you wish to live, if not then be prepared to meet your death."

Some of the shuffled away, others stood firmly.

One of the guards switched sides. "There will only be one King Of The Stepstones and The Narrow Sea... the one most of us served, Aerion of House Targaryen! Not this rebel and traitor."

"I don't know how you escaped death, but my sword will forever be yours."

"I was beginning to think Stepstones would be doomed forever... but it seems I was wrong."

The others soon followed and Willis began to sweat as his guard began to turn against him. Aerion walked up to the throne and dragged Willis off it. He kicked Willis into the guards and sat down on his throne. He was comfortable like a true King should be.

"Prove me your loyalty, butcher the traitor."