Targaryen Who Turned Dragon

Then the feast began, celebrating Aerion's coronation and eighteenth name day. It was a grand affair with many powerful nobles in attendance. This was a great opportunity for them to gain the new King's favour. Obviously, everyone dressed well for this event. Aerion represented his position well with his imposing crown, regal bearing and heavenly appearance. If someone were to just happen upon the dining hall, there was no doubt that this person would know which one was the King.

"They are all so courteous now that we have returned... but before, we were strangers... mere jests to the whole lot of them. Do you remember, nephew? All those days we spent begging, barely surviving. Not once did any of them ever think of lending a hand. Not one."

"They would have met with Robert's hammer if they were to do such things. No one would take that risk... not even the long-standing loyalist Houses." Aerion replied.

"You have a point," Viserys admitted.

"Why dwell in the past when you can enjoy the present? Cheer up."

Aerion finished his glass of wine and a servant girl came over to fill the cup. He thanked her and turned to Viserys. Something seemed to be dwelling in his mind, preventing him from caring about anything else or gaining any enjoyment from the event. This was Aerion's name day and he wasn't going to have his uncle acting like that.

"Why are you so miserable?" Aerion asked directly

"What is my role in the Seven Kingdoms... what purpose do I have?"

"If you wish to have a grand and prestigious role, you must prove yourself first."

"And how will I do that?"

Aerion sighed, this decision of his could lead to excellent results or terrible ones. Dragonstone was ruled by House Targaryen for centuries and it was a tradition for the heir to the King to rule over Dragonstone. By all accounts, Viserys was his heir until he said otherwise. Giving him Dragonstone would be a great learning experience and he could (possibly) gain the skills required of a lord. The neighbouring lords of Dragonstone are also likely to favour him as he is a Targaryen, making it easier for him. The Sky's the limit when it comes to how far Viserys can climb as he is Aerion's uncle.

"You can be Lord of Dragonstone in my stead. This may be temporary or permanent, depending on how you perform. I will make sure you have competent advisers who will be able to lead you in the right direction... if you are willing to take the honour, that is. I won't force your hand."

Viserys smiled. "Lord of Dragonstone... I will gladly take the honour."

"Very well, it will be officially arranged on the morrow. Enjoy the feast because it won't last forever."

"Thank you, nephew."

"If you fail miserably, I'll have you sent to Dorne." Aerion jested but soon remembered that it is very hard to make Viserys laugh. Aerion didn't blame him as he knew what Viserys went through... he himself understood the pain. All those years spent in exile can change people, permanently. For better or for worse.

"I will not," Viserys promised, with resolve.

Aerion was pleased with his response, very pleased. Aerion stood up from his seat, which was at the head of the hall, and walked over Robb.

"Your Grace?" Robb turned to Aerion.

"Robb, how goes the feast?"

"Pretty well, these nobles treat me well... especially the ladies."

"Are you sure about that?" Aerion playfully questioned.

"To some extent," Robb replied, shrugging right after.

Aerion laughed and they spoke for a few minutes. He told Robb about giving Dragonstone to Viserys and he seemed to agree, saying that Viserys wasn't a completely hopeless case. Soon enough, a few nobles interrupted their conversation.

"Forgive us, Your Grace, but we wouldn't dare to miss an opportunity to speak to you."

"Your conquest is truly awe-inspiring, even swifter and greater than Aegon's. You had only one dragon but didn't use it much, relying on your own abilities. While Aegon had three and took two years... it only took you three months with one dragon."

But Aegon wasn't an Emperor Profound 8 cultivator with the battle-power of Sovereign Profound 10, Aerion thought. Nor were his three dragons even comparable to Rhaegal, the crimson-scaled dragon could take on all three at once and come out unscathed.

Robb soon drifted away and Aerion did so as well, after replying to their flattering. Aerion spoke to Duncan about a certain position and he gladly agreed to fulfil his new duties. Then Daenerys came to him, followed by Margaery.

"The Young King is quite the conqueror, don't you think?"

"Yes, in multiple ways it seems," Littlefinger responded to Varys.

"Have you paid your debts yet?" He changed the topic, to something more s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e.

"Almost." Littlefinger walked away from Varys and the hall, to his study. All those years spent creating chaos, gaining wealth and power seemed to be meaningless. Aerion was far more engrossed into being a good King than Robert ever was so it was very unlikely that he could swindle any more gold dragons. Besides, he had that enormous debt to repay.

I'll have to cough up all those profits, damn you...

~

The feast eventually came to an end, Aerion didn't ask for any gifts but he was still given quite a number. He ended up storing everything in the Sky Poison Pearl. Mace Tyrell wanted to speak with him after, Aerion complied.

"It is clear that you fancy Margaery... and your aunt."

"You don't say..."

"Something can be arranged, Your Grace," Mace stated

Aerion nodded. "In the morrow, when I am less tired."

And less drunk, Aerion thought.

He had a few more glasses of wine than he wanted to, not enough to embarrass himself but still quite a lot. Once he got to his bedchambers and fell into his bed, he took out the three dragon eggs he had gained from Daenery's cancelled wedding ( a very unfortunate affair, except not really).

Aerion decided that he will hatch two dragons of the dragons, one for Daenerys and the other for Viserys, keeping one for himself.

~

One of Aerion's dreams ended abruptly, turning to ash and showing him something else. He found himself on a huge wall, below him stood a large undead army led by a humanoid who seemed to have been made from ice. There were a number of the King's kind around him, but they were far outnumbered by the undead. Aerion presumed that they were superior in strength. The King had no hair, only spikes on his head that resembled a crown... which is why Aerion thought of him as the King.

Is this a vision of the future or some nonsense I thought of? Aerion pondered.

The King looked up at him and produced an ice-spear. Then he threw it at Aerion.

Aerion drew Blackfyre and blocked the spear, it fell to the ground.

My turn.

Aerion grabbed the spear and threw it at the King. It did hit him and Aerion had thrown it with great strength, it went straight through him but he took it out and seemed to be unharmed. His wounds closed... ice regeneration? Aerion flew above the wall and drew his sword. This could be fun, he thought.

Star Scorching Demon Lotus!

Aerion sent the ball of flame down at the undead. It exploded... and this explosion of flames covered over a square kilometre of land. The King's army took major loses and his arrogance soon faded, he seemed to be slightly rattled.

Aerion continued to destroy his army and there was nothing the King could do about it since he couldn't fly. When Aerion got bored he finally landed and appeared right next to him. The guards around him, who were made of ice, were slain by A Thousand Cuts, instantly. They fell and the King found himself without any men.

"You can't speak?"

"It is unnecessary..."

So he can speak, he's not as dead as his followers are. All the others only managed to scream to my flame. It's a unique experience since it was the first time someone has actually spoken to me in a dream.

"I'm just going to let you know... if that's the Wall, then my Kingdom lays on the other side. If you pass it..."

"The Seven Kingdoms." He said, "I will breach this wall once and for all... then kill your people, turning them into my own in the process."

"How arrogant. But statements are just words, I dare you to try and pass the Wall. In fact, if you are real, you can try right now."

"You are brave..."

He turned to ash and so did the remains of his army.

My time will come? Maybe I should've driven my sword through him and seen if he would have been as confident. Still, this encounter has piqued my interests. I don't know much of the mysterious beyond the Wall, nor did I bother to know. All those creatures are on the other side of the Wall, they can't possibly pass it... at least I thought they couldn't. Now I've been led to think otherwise... that King was confident, supremely so, as if it was only a matter of time before he and his vast army passed it.

~

Aerion woke as he usually would and dressed into more casual clothing than he wore yesterday, it was a simple black tailcoat with red patterns and the coat of arms of House Targaryen. He gathered his council and found two additional members, as he had expected. Duncan was invited as Master of Sh.i.p.s and a maester from the Citadel arrived to be Pycelle's replacement. This maester was known as Marwyn the Mage. He doesn't wield any magic, though, he only believes in it. Most maesters dislike magic because it usually goes against their truths.

"Why did the Citadel send you?"

"I came here on my own accord since there weren't too many who wanted to be your Grand Maester. The other archmaesters wanted to get rid off me and they did so brilliantly, sending me to the most magical King of all time. It would be a p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e to serve you."

Aerion smiled. "Excellent, the Citadel has done well, you are far better than that Pycelle."

"A pirate sits on the Small Council?"

Duncan nodded. "Is there a problem? You should be worrying about your position rather than mine, I hear that you won't be the Master of Coin for long whether or not you repay the debt."

"You, I know you.... your that pirate who sailed around the Narrow Sea and-"

"It would do much good not to bring past conflicts to this council."

Aerion nodded and finally spoke. "Varys is correct, as King I expect you all to be able to work as one despite what happened in the past."

"Don't lose sleep over this pirate, I won't be here long."

"How come?" Stannis turned to Aerion.

"He'll be in the Stepstones. Enough small talk, it is time to discuss some matters of great importance."

Aerion first assigned tasks to each member. For Duncan, it was to stabilise the Stepstones. For Varys, it was to simply gather important information for the next meeting and uncover any plots against him (if there are any). For Littlefinger, it was to repay the Crown's debt in the remaining 45 days. Marwyn didn't have a specific task, not did Stannis, so they were assigned to their usual duties. Aerion himself started to think of solutions to King's Landing and its foul smell, a few solutions came to mind. The main two points were the population density and small sewers. King's Landing had outgrown its sewers so they needed to be re-made/expanded upon. To decrease the population density, he thought of two things; either giving the poorest of the poor the boot or expanding the city. An expansion of King's Landing would take years, decades even (depending on several factors such as scale), so Aerion started to plan for it.

~

Aerion invited Mace Tyrell to his study, where a marriage proposal was made. Aerion signed it and it was made official, he would marry Margaery when she came of age (16) which was roughly a year away. In a year, the Seven Nation Ranking Tournament would only be two months away... Aerion considered whether he should stay for the year or return to the Profund Sky Continent in between. His ring seemed to be more alive ever since he left Highgarden due to the fact that it was glowing, Aerion suspected that it was ready for use. A cooldown of two months... it's not so bad, but it could be better.

Could Izanagi be used, in order work to remove this weakness? I'd have to do a bit more testing in the future.

Just when Viserys was preparing to leave King's Landing for Dragonstone, Aerion took him outside the walls of the city with Daenerys. Aerion set the dragon eggs on the ground, on the field.

"You're going to try and hatch the eggs?" Viserys asked

"Try? I've done it before, I can do it again."

"How did you do it?"

"It's simple, Daenerys, with fire and blood!"

Aerion released his flame, it was an ordinary flame - yet still quite powerful, and it engulfed the two dragon eggs. Aerion tucked his right hand's sleeve and made a medium-sized cut against it with Blackfyre. His blood spilt onto the dragon eggs as if it were a small fountain, for only three seconds. The wound closed with dragon scales almost as soon as it was created to the surprise of his uncle and aunt. Once the blood reacted with the fire, the dragon eggs began to crack... crack... crack. Then two small dragons emerged. A small part of the land was burnt, Aerion tried to keep the damage to a minimum. After all, these were his fields... they could come to some use in the future.

One dragon was golden-scaled, while the other was silver-scaled. They both fondly danced around Aerion and he smiled, they both reminded him of a small Rhaegal. Now he's probably larger than Balerion was! He wondered how big those two before him would grow. Aerion gently gave Viserys the golden dragon and Daenerys the silver one.

"Name them, for they are yours."

~

Viserys named his dragon after himself, its name being Viserion. Daenerys named her dragon Silverfyre due to the fact that it could breathe white flames. Aerion bid Viserys farewell, and a safe journey, a few days later. He instructed the maester at Dragonstone to report to him if Viserys did anything foolish. Aerion went to the Wall for a shortwhile and was disappointed when he didn't encounter much wights and none of 'the others'. It looked like the King didn't rally his forces yet which meant that Aerion had plenty of time. He decided that he would make a return to the Profound Sky Continent in a month or two, when the stability of the Seven Kingdoms was assured.

News of two new dragons reached far and wide, Aerion was known for being the one to hatch the two dragon eggs... he gained a new title 'Father Of Dragons'.