Targaryen Who Turned Dragon

Aerion's destrier went as fast as thunder, almost flying to the other side. Aerion steadied himself and focused on unhorsing the Kingsguard who was getting closer and closer.

His aim was true and strong, extremely so.

Barristan Selmy was sent flying into the stands... he flew high and started to drop seconds later. In a few moments, he'd most definitely have been a dead man.... if not for the shining star who caught hold of him just before.

Star God's Broken Shadow.

One moment the King was on his horse, the other he was flying in the air!

Aerion ensured an easy landing for the Kingsguard Lord Commander with his profound energy. The Kingsguard had no wounds or injuries to speak off, Aerion made sure of it. The entire Finals was just to show off just how strong he was and it certainly worked. The people started to believe him to be something more than just a Targaryen with a dragon and a few fire tricks, many began to believe him a mage... a real and extremely powerful one. Some proclaimed him to be a 'Chosen One', a few even saw him as a God.

There was a feast in the evening after the Finals and another the following day, just for good measure. It was a great time for all, even for those who could not attend. Aerion gave away a quarter of his prize, twenty-five thousand gold dragons, to the poorer folk of King's Landing. This increased his image further, making all think of him as a noble King. Aerion realised that one must find the balance between common folk and nobles in order to rule well. Greatly upset one and there is chaos, have both cheery and there is stability. If you aggravate both... well, you can expect your crown off your shoulders soon enough. That is unless you have dragons and/or supreme strength.

~

Little Viserion flew back and worth around Aegon's Garden, it was one of its favourite places in all of Dragonstone. The castle of Dragonstone was dark and uninviting at almost every corner. But, alas, it was where the Targaryens first settled. Viserys was given the title 'Prince of Dragonstone' and so, he had to make it his home whether it was unsettling or no. It was his duty to do so.

Viserys started to walk back to the castle, Viserion landed on his shoulder a few seconds later. He intended to raise the dragon himself, not letting anyone near it. This made his bond with Viserion grow very quickly and it began to see him as its parent, something that would be helpful in the future. A loyal and full-grown dragon is worth more than thousands of soldiers, Aegon had taught the Kings of Westeros that lesson.

Dragonstone's garrison was quite small, numbering only a couple hundred, but it served Viserys well. The Maester at Dragonstone was old and frail but there was another who was more than happy to replace him when the time comes. He relied on the advice of his subjects on matters that required difficult decisions and soon began to blossom into a proper lord. It was surprisingly easy after he got the hang of it, the lords under him were still very loyal to House Targaryen despite the Baratheons ruling over them for fifteen years.

The younger of the maesters came rushing down the hall and halted before Viserys' presence, breathless. He made a quick bow and spoke.

"Prince... His Grace has sent a reward."

"What for?"

"Your great progress and achievements."

Is that so?

"Give me that."

He took the package and unveiled its contents. There was a letter which he quickly skimmed through and a red pill. This is my reward? Viserys thought, slightly irritated. But then, he took it and felt its heavenly properties explode inside seconds later.

"Prince, are you well?"

"I am well enough... leave."

His name was Pylos, a clever man in Viserys' eyes. Whenever he questioned his judgement, it was in a calm and wise manner. Not once did he provoke the Dragon... well, not many men have done so either way. Viserys himself had grown to be a more temperate person, nowadays, rarely did he ever release his anger.

He returned to his chambers, feeling uneasy.

There's no need to call for the maester, it will go away if I just rest...

Turns out he was right. He rose like a dragon a day later, stronger and full of energy. The burning and very unsettling pain disappeared as if it never existed. He thought of it as a wonderful gift later, as the effects became permanent.

~

Aerion sat on the Iron Throne, his lilac eyes looking down on the courtiers below. They loved to talk, laugh, gossip (especially the ladies) and flatter. After sitting silently for a while, Aerion stood up and the court grew silent.

"I would like to award a few people for their efforts, firstly; Ser Barristan Selmy!"

He turned and bent the knee below the steps of the Iron Throne, Aerion walked down and gave him a Heavenly Cultivation pill.

"Swallow it, you shall gain greater strength and vitality."

He nodded, trusting his King's word and following his order. He took it.

"Rise, Ser."

He stood up and returned to his original position.

"Secondly, Ser Jon!"

He left the crowd of courtiers and bent the knee before the Iron Throne, Aerion looked down and smiled. "Do you remember your promise?"

"I do, Your Grace, and I intend to follow it."

"Good, then I shall grant you a great honour! Henceforth, you shall serve as a member of the Kingsguard! As you know, your greatest duty would be to protect me and my family... will you do so, even if you must risk your life?"

"Even if it means death, I will protect."

"You will not marry or father any children, are you willing to do so?"

"Yes."

"Good, you may rise... as a member of the Kingsguard!" Aerion took out a white cloak from the Sky Poison Pearl and gave it to Jon, then he gave orders to Barristan to show Jon the ropes and gear him with the equipment a Kingsguard would have.

The courtiers clapped and cheered, celebrating the appointment. The hall soon came to silence and Aerion moved onto the next matter.

"Thirdly, Petyr Baelish!"

He too bent the knee before him. "Your Grace."

"You have served me well as Master Of Coin, thoroughly eliminating the Crown's Debt and financing the tournament. And for that, I shall reward you. House Baelish only rules one of the three thingers, is this true?"

"Yes, Your Grace, it has been that way for some time."

"Well, then. I am pleased to say that House Baelish now rules not one, not two but three... all three fingers!"

"I am honoured, Your Grace."

Inside, he didn't feel as honoured. He was fuming with rage... 6.12 million gold dragons for two minor, VERY minor lands. But it was surely better than nothing.

"Now, I have decided to dismiss you from your position as Master Of Coin. Ruling the Fingers will surely be difficult and require your utmost attention, so I suggest you make your way there. You may now rise, Lord Baelish."

"I thank you, Your Grace."

And just like that, he left the hall. Aerion moved onto the next, the most important matter. It was an issue that was quite difficult for Aerion. As the days of his departure neared, the answer to this solution became clear.

"Lastly, my most loyal servant and friend, Robb!"

He smiled and kneeled before his King. Aerion nodded in approval and took out a pin. It was golden and shined brightly in the light. This single pin commanded great respect and would give it's wearer supreme authority, the authority that surpasses all but the King himself. It had quite the history, its first wearer being the mighty Orys Baratheon. Many great men followed him, though there were a few inept Hands as well. It's the same thing when it comes to Kings. A few were good (great, even), most were alright and the rest were plain terrible. This pin was the Hand of the King's pin and Aerion gave it to Robb.

"I..." He held it in both hands, looking a bit hesitant.

"I need you to take it, for now..." Aerion whispered.

"You know me well, I don't like responsibility... especially when it comes to something as tiresome as managing Seven Kingdoms."

"I have great advisers, it is not as hard as you think it is. All you need to do is make sure there aren't any great problems arising."

"Easy for you to say... but, I'll do it. In your name, I shall manage the Seven Kingdoms, Your Grace."

He put on the pin and rose as the Hand of the King.

~

Later that week, a batch Lannister men arrived with Amory Lorch, in chains. Aerion sat atop the towering Iron Throne and coldly stated the price of his actions. There was no need for a trial… everyone knew what he did indeed deserve the punishment and none would dare to defy the King's justice, especially when the King was Aerion. He declared that an execution was in order. And so, Amory Lorch's head was chopped off an hour later by Aerion's blade. The head, along with the body, was thrown into Pisswater Bend… a suitable burial site.

Then, pleased with the result, Aerion decided on whom would replace Petyr as the Master Of Coin. He figured that the Lannisters knew a thing or two about financing. Although he hated House Lannister, Kevan Lannister had made a good first impression. And so, he was called over to King's Landing to serve his King. However, by the time he arrived, he King had already made his departure for Blue Pole Star.

~

"Must you truly leave?" Daenerys asked.

Aerion nodded. He looked into her sorrowful eyes, which made him feel regret.

"It is something I must do."

"I see… then be safe, wherever you go."

She looked down. Aerion gently tilted her chin and swiftly moved in. Her eyes widened in shock.

I don't want to leave on a sour note.

It was a passionate kiss, with Aerion taking the lead. Then he pulled away when it was taking a bit too long, but Daenerys seemed satisfied with the result. She waited for him to take action for so long and he finally did.

A few days later, Aerion was finally prepared to leave. Izanami touched the red gem and Aerion thought of his destination: The Dragon's Palace, Oldtown. Seconds later, he found himself descending from the sky, as he had before. He cleanly landed next to the entrance of his Palace.

No craters on the ground, that's a good thing.