A Crown of Fire, Throne of Blood (ASOIAF/GOT/SW) SI/OC merged with Viserys Targaryen

[Illuviar]

So his current body even after growing up won't be as strong then his old one? How does his sisters talent compare to his?

Thanks for the chapters nice battle .

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I don't get that part, what made his previous body superior? Genetic engineering? Was it all the way from the Gundam story, or something from Star Wars?

Also wasn't he a slave on Korriban, unless I'm thinking of a different Sith SI, wouldn't that make his former body weaker?

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Well, one was a native of the Star Wars galaxy the other is the by product of hundreds of years of in breeding. It's not clear if the targs were just batshit from in breeding or the lack of magic from not having dragons anymore. In canon he was not immune to fire like Danny was.

Also it begs the question the force is not magic but magic actually exists in this world, so how will a Sith Lord use a dragon, a magic dragon at that? I don't know if it will mean he just has a fire breathing WMD or something more? Assuming of course they actually hatch dragons eventually.

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When he ended in SW, he did in a body of a slave in the Sith Empire, one with a lot of natural talent to channel the Force. Enough that with the proper training and experience to qualify power wise for a position on the Empire's Dark Council. While not among the chosen ones TM like Revan, the Skywalkers, etc... he Veil was amont the top percentiles of the Force Adepts in the whole galaxy.

Viserys Targaryen's body has not evolved in a universe where the Force has been a thing for a very long time. His potential is average at best, and what we see Sith Viserys do is more due to a lifetime of training and knowledge on how to use the Force more than natural aptitude. The same is true for Dany.

While to a point knowledge is power with the Force, someone with greater natural aptitude has a much higher ceiling if they get the proper training and live enough to be experienced enough compared to others will less ability to naturally channel the Force so to speak.

I'm not sure if I covered the topic of dragons in this thread at length. When the Targaryens get them, their primary utility will be as strategic transports, partially solving their greatest weakness - not being at enough places fast enough to put out fires.

For dragons to be able to properly burn armies, much less castless and such, they need to be quite a bit grown up. They need to be even older to be immune to conventional weapons save for golden shots like it happened with Meraxes in Dorne. We are talking decades to a century of growth here. I think the show kind of handed that quite well up until the end, when Drogon could easily burn King's Landing by himself, without a worry in the world. That shouldn't have been possible for such a young dragon, much less to ignore the threat of the ballistas like it happened in the show.

So dragons will be strategic transports a few years after they hatch and can fly at long distances without an issue. Their utility as flying flamethrowers will be limited to the right circumstances. They will need a very long time to grow to become armored, flying WMDs able to replicate Harrendal for example.

As far as their effect on the Targaryens, a proper bond might help keep them saner and mentally adjusted.

All things considered, I believe that all claims for Targaryen madness are generally overblown, and could be largely chalked up to not so great parenting, messed up life experiences and most importantly, King's Landing being a viper's pit that might fit in as a part of a Sith Empire's court as far as plots and treachery are concerned. Frankly, the Targaryens marrying with the Andals, potentially save for families of the First Men with some magic in their blood, even if dormant, might have had worse effect on the Targaryens than their ongoing incest, because if it was the primary cause for their issues, real or imagined, they should have been far more prevalent considering how long it has been a thing.

We are talking about a Dragonrider family that came from a society steeped in blood magic. That by itself should be a clear indicator that the usual rules might not apply. Like all the incest having catastrophic consequences as one might expect. So if anything, the fact that magic was more or less gone from the world, and we have many indications that the Targaryens stopped using it is likely another large factor in any issues they had more than the incest.

 

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Chapter 14 Part 3

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291 AC
Yunkai

Maester Marwyn wondered how many of his fellow Knights of the Mind in the past, or present, for that matter, knew they were part of history in the making at the moment that it was created. Looking back with hindsight, when memories had begun to fade, it might be easy to figure it out. But at the very moment, people's decisions forged history?

It was incredible, if in some ways disturbing. Marwyn had to admit to himself that it took him painfully long to figure out that some of what Prince Viserys was doing at Astapor and presumably planned for Yunkai and Meereen would infringe upon, if not outright challenge the Citadel as the undisputed center of learning and scholarly in the whole world.

In hindsight, it was easy to see that the lack of centralization and the focus on military matters, among other things, disguised the truth. Marwyn was sure it was unintentional. The Naval and Military Academy, the work expanding what used to be a school for learned slaves into a quasi-citadel to train administrators for Astapor, now Yunkai, and eventually Meereen? When Viserys combined and expanded these new institutions, as would inevitably happen when this city was secured and put to order, the Citadel would rapidly find itself with a rival.

Marwyn couldn't help but think that such rivalry would be good in the long run. Too many of his fellow Maesters were stuck in their ways and resistant to new ideas. They were the pinnacle of learned men in the world, and it has been far too long since anyone challenged them, not since the Doom of Valyria.

It was fitting then that a reborn Valyrian Freehold might provide the challenge the Citadel needed to excel, Marwyn decided. His Prince offered a glorious future, and he would chronicle it all!

However, first, the Maester needed to ensure that his Prince and Princess lived long enough to achieve their vision. That was why he rode through Yunkai's empty streets surrounded by guards. Marwyn spent most of the day treating wounded Unsullied and asking those capable of speaking about their experience in taking the city. The Maester was determined to write the most comprehensive history of the ongoing Targaryen resurgence, and that required as many first-hand accounts as possible. There would be no ambiguity! Future Maesters shouldn't be wondering what was true and what was tall tales everyone knew but couldn't prove.

Marwyn finally found his charges sitting at the docks, talking. It quickly became clear that his Prince had taken the time to educate the Princess on why they took the city the way they did. The young man's dedication to the quest for knowledge was commendable.

"My Prince, Princes…" Marwyn frowned after he got a good look at the young royals. They both looked like they'd bathed in blood. "May I suggest you two clean up so I can examine you and ensure you are both hale? For an old man's peace of mind, if nothing else."

Princess Daenerys looked down at her bloody armor and clothes. She adorably scrunched her nose, reminding Marwyn how young she was.

"I'm all gross, and it's your fault!" Daenerys accused the Prince.

"Little Dragon, I clearly remember leaving you safe and sound beyond the city wall with a group of loyal Royal Guards," Viserys looked pointedly at his sister. Evident amusement rang in his voice. "You were far away from gross bloody messes."

The Princess huffed at that and shook her head.

Viserys jumped off the crate he sat on beside his sister and picked her up, ignoring the Princess' half-hearted protests.

"We are going back to camp to get cleared up. Ser Lonmouth, you are in charge of the city. Make sure it is properly secured like we've discussed."

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Marwyn happily followed his Prince and Princess back into the city early the next morning. He was glad that his examination last night revealed nothing out of place. The blood on them wasn't theirs, which was a relief. Everyone but the slaves being liberated in Yunkai was already in deadly trouble. If the Princess had been hurt, the consequences wouldn't have been bearable to think about, for Marwyn was sure the local nobility was already in deadly trouble.

There was also a selfish reason for the Maester wanting his charges to be hale as horses. That way, he would have more time for his experiments and write down the history in the making he was now part of. Instead of spending most of the night treating the Targaryens for wounds they received in the assault on Yunkai, Marwyn got to write down his impressions and the stories he got from the Unsullied he treated.

Hopefully, tonight, he would be free to put his thoughts and impressions on parchment while they were still fresh in his mind.

Eventually, they reached a vast plaza under the shadow of Yunkai's two largest pyramids. At least a thousand Unsullied held the area, with about two thousand regular soldiers providing further security. Despite these numbers and hundreds of highborn prisoners huddling in the plaza's center, the area was far from crowded. It could have comfortably held at least a few thousand more people. If they were packed together, perhaps tens of thousands.

Marwyn kept walking behind his Prince and Princess, taking stock of the situation until they reached a wooden podium constructed so that it could be seen from most plazas and offered a great view of the area. The Maester was suspicious that this place was made to display and sell slaves.

The Maester focused his attention on the prisoners below. Their clothes gave away their station. The style of their clothes and hair further reinforced Marwyn's conclusion. Many of the prisoners wore tokars – and as far as he knew, that was a status symbol here in Slaver's Bay, one worn only by the wealthiest and most powerful of Masters.

"You've had the sheer gall to launch an unprovoked war against us," Viserys' voice suddenly echoed loud and clear across the plaza and beyond. "You had the temerity to torture and murder my people, and for that, your lives are forfeit. The only question is how long it will take you to die."

A rumble of approval spread throughout the assembled soldiers. Only now, it dawned on Marwyn that there was no need for so heavy a security – neither for the plaza itself nor the prisoners. Much less for his Sorcerer Prince. This was a mummer's performance, the Maester concluded, and the audience wasn't meant to be the prisoners but the soldiers.

"All the Wise Masters will be crucified. Magic will keep you alive for as long as feasible at the expense of the lives of your families and allies," Viserys pronounced in his judgment. "The deaths of a few of you will be slower and more useful," the Prince continued.

Marwyn felt unease when Princess Daenerys preened at her brother's last words.

The Prince looked away from the prisoners and nodded at Ser Richard.

"Lord Commander, make sure that the prisoners don't kill themselves. I still have a use for them. Sort them out. Their slaves should know who their family members and allies are."

"Your Grace," Lonmouth saluted and left the dais.

At that point, Viserys ignored the stunned prisoners and focused on the assembled soldiers.

"I promised you a new future. Freedom through power," the Prince paused while thousands of throats shouted the slogan that all liberated slaves took to heart.

"Freedom Through Power!" the chant thundered throughout the plaza in ever-increasing volume, followed by spearbutts slamming into cobblestones.

"Those who wish to bind us all in chains again will pay for it in blood. All those who dare to torture our people will die screaming, this I pledge!" Viserys waved his hands grandly while his sister beamed beside him.

This was the beginning of something different, something new, Marwyn understood. However, he had no idea what kind of inferno his Prince was busy lighting up.

 

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Chanelling your inner Kane her man? And yepp Newa will take a while but Bobby B and his fellow rebells have all reaseon to fear the return of the Targaryens. And nice of Marwyn to grasp the knockon effects of wider education in the new Freehold. Question how are Loyal Aliser Thorne, and his fellow band of rebells and the narrow sea lords that followed them?

 

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Chanelling your inner Kane her man? And yepp Newa will take a while but Bobby B and his fellow rebells have all reaseon to fear the return of the Targaryens. And nice of Marwyn to grasp the knockon effects of wider education in the new Freehold. Question how are Loyal Aliser Thorne, and his fellow band of rebells and the narrow sea lords that followed them?

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We'll see them and more of Westeros in six months to an year in universe time, after a short time skip following the eventual fall of Meereen. It would take at least half an year for credible news to reach King's Landing from Slaver's Bay and likely longer for those news to be confirmed as anything but rumors. It will also take that long at least for Thorne and company to reach Slaver's Bay. We'll see what they've been up to in the next story ark.

 

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Peace Through power! Eh wait I mean freedom though power.

Thanks for the chapter.

Fuck it, glory to the brotherhood of nod!

 

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Disclaimer: I don't own A Song of Ice and Fire, the Game of Throne or the Star Wars books, TV series or games. They belong to their creators, publishers and/or copyright owners. This story is not for sale or rent.

Chapter 14 Part 4

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Cities exchanging hands in war is a common enough occurrence. If a sack could be avoided, little change save for potentially the ruling House. At least, that has been the way of war in Westeros for a long while. Aegon's Conquest was no exception. If anything, more often than not, the ruling houses of cities, keeps, and fortresses alike retained their positions after they bent the knee. Little, if anything, changed in the day-to-day lives of smallfolk and most nobles alike.

This was not the case when Prince Viserys took Astapor and later conquered Yunkai in the span of a single day. Slavery was interwoven in the very fabric of society across the "Free" Cities in Essos save for Braavos. Rooting out that vile institution, while commendable, came with inevitable consequences. Ending slavery destroyed the economy overnight, demanding an immediate restructuring and a vast amount of treasure to tide it over until it could recover. Indeed, the way the very societies of Astapor and Yunkai were set up simply couldn't function without slavery unless changed beyond recognition. Thus, when the dust settled, and Targaryen banners flew above Yunkai's pyramids, the real challenge began...

The Conquest of Yunkai was a stepping stone, not an end in itself. When Princes Viserys busied himself with consolidating his hold upon the city, it was with a singular goal in mind – a campaign to take and hold the whole of Slaver's Bay, thus securing a firm foundation for the Second Freehold he intended to announce to the world at large at the end of the ongoing conflict.

Reforged in Fire and Blood: The Foundation of the Second Freehold, by Maester Marwyn

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291 AC
Yunkai

Taking stock of the situation in Astapor was faster and easier, not just because that city was much smaller but because Viserys wisely allowed a chunk of its ruling class to defect. Those people brought knowledge and expertise with them.

The same couldn't be said about Yunkai. The Wise Masters proved themselves anything but wise and thus condemned their kind to die screaming. Making an appropriate example of their death further bound the loyalty of the army to the Targaryens. That was also the first string of the strategy to earn the undying loyalty of all slaves in Yunkai now that the Targaryen soldiers were busy liberating and processing them.

Nevertheless, the current state of affairs left much to be desired.

Viserys gathered his principal commanders and advisers on a large terrace overlooking much of the city. He commandeered one of the two massive pyramids dominating the city's highest points for his base of operations, allowing a modicum of security, not to mention a great view. Considering that until very recently, this place was the residence of one of the most powerful and influential families ruling Yunkai, the records within the building were going to be invaluable going forward, which was another factor in securing the place ASAP.

"Food stocks, water, wine, anything related to preserving and increasing their reserves are of the utmost importance," Viserys again stressed.

"We might have more than two hundred thousand slaves by the end of it," Maester Marwyn offered without looking up from a stack of parchment he was browsing. "This city can't sustain itself for long."

The same was true for Astapor, though Viserys had a buffer to work with there because the place was well-stocked and smaller. However, the size of Yunkai meant that this place might very well hold more slaves than Astapor's combined population. As if that wasn't a headache enough…

"While Astapor was infamous for training the Unsullied, it also trained slaves as all kinds of craftsmen and scholars," Marwyn reminded everyone.

That fact was invaluable, giving Viserys a foundation upon which to build. While expanding the schools to teach slaves all kinds of skills was a painstaking process, the payoff would be tremendous in the long run.

"Things here are different. We all knew it, though I am not sure that any of us really understood what it meant," the Maester announced.

"I am not going to like it, am I?" Viserys looked expectantly at his adviser.

"Astapor was self-sufficient in many regards," Marwyn noted. "The primary imports besides slaves to be trained were food, raw resources, and luxuries."

The nature of the slaves Astapor sold besides Unsullied made sure of it. Viserys had to grudgingly admit that it was wise to use the slaves in training as the backbone of a cottage industry sufficient to feed most of the city's needs. That was yet another vital foundation that came in incredibly useful after he took the city.

"Things are different here, I take it?" The Prince inquired.

"It will be days, perhaps a few weeks, until we know for sure. However, the preliminary conclusions I can reach based on everything the administrators have seen and reported are grave. There was a saying among the Maesters back at the Citadel. 'In Yunkai, swordsmen are cheaper than their blades,'" he quoted someone. "I shouldn't have to explain why that's the case. And I am sorry to report it is true."

"Some of us have fought the sorry excuses for swordsmen and slave soldiers Yunkai produces," Ser Lonmouth interjected. "They're shit. Little better than green boys and graybeards who have never swung a weapon in anger. They are cheap because their equipment is shit, and their training is practically non-existent. We'll have our hands full trying to turn them into proper soldiers."

"That covers a large part of the slaves the Wise Masters trained. The other, larger group is pleasure slaves. They have extensive and comprehensive training," The Maester grimaced at that. "it's not really useful for our purposes."

"The Temple of the Graces has us covered in that regard," Viserys noted. "Any brothels that will remain open in my realm will be staffed by free people who want to work there."

"Flesh-peddlers tend to have other ideas, Your Grace," A member of the Royal Guard interjected from his position at the entrance.

"No one likes flesh-peddlers. I really dislike flesh-peddlers, for that matter," Viserys stressed. The very thought of those bastards got him in a murderous mood, for it reminded him how close Dany got to ending in their hands not so long ago.

Marwyn wondered if there would be any flesh-peddlers left alive in Yunkai after news of the Prince's mislike of them spread throughout the army.

"What are we going to do with all the pleasure slaves our soldiers are liberating?" Ser Lonmouth asked. "There are tens of thousands of them, likely more."

"We'll be shipping many of them in batches back to Astapor for training in various useful crafts. Either way, I believe that most, if not all, of them, might be eager to learn how to defend themselves and be part of their new home's garrison troops," Viserys suggested.

"Freedom through the power it is," Ser Lonmouth nodded happily. "If that was all, I don't think we would have that much of a problem, Maester."

"Yunkai is far less self-sufficient than Astapor, and not just because of the size. If anything, it is only because the city is so big that it has a minimal number of craftsmen in most trades. All indications available point at them being anything but sufficient to meet this place's needs. That will be an issue when expanding the army and overhauling the economy to work without slaves."

"We'll train training cadres at Astapor, then move them here to establish schools of various kinds. If you are correct, the local guilds will be far weaker and of less consequence," Viserys looked over the city. "Their inevitable opposition to the idea will also be of no consequence. But we've gone away from the most important topic. Do we have the food and water to keep the people of this city alive until we can take Meereen? If push comes to shove, we'll raid and sack that city to buy ourselves time."

"Despite your fears, my Prince, it seems no one thought of torching granaries or poisoning wells. Many warehouses and granaries are full of foods of all types. However, considering Yunkai's sheer size, I can't begin to estimate how long it will all last or how much food we have available in total," Marwyn reported.

There would be no regular shipment of food coming over sea until the war was over and enemy fleets ended their blockade. Even then, it would take time to cut deals, buy food, and ship it to where it was needed.

 

[Illuviar]

AN: Setting the story this soon after Robert's Rebellion truly allows for all kinds of interesting options that don't necessary contradict what we know happened OTL.

Disclaimer: I don't own A Song of Ice and Fire, the Game of Throne or the Star Wars books, TV series or games. They belong to their creators, publishers and/or copyright owners. This story is not for sale or rent.

Chapter 14 Part 5

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I am not sure if anyone foresaw the full consequences of Prince Viserys' campaign to liberate all the slaves in Slaver's Bay before eventually putting a dagger through the very heart of the slave trade. His actions at Astapor earned House Targaryen the undying loyalty of thousands of freemen and women.

After the liberation of Yunkai, those numbers rapidly swelled beyond all belief. It is by no means a stretch of the imagination or exaggeration that hundreds of thousands sang Viserys' name a week after taking the city. People among these liberated slaves and their families would become the Prince's closest and most loyal advisers and followers.

In hindsight, the only surprise was the origin, skills, and connections some of those people would bring to the table.

from the gathered writings of Maester Marwyn, the Mage

It is no secret that while the Targaryen Prince and Princess loathed slavery, their campaign of liberation was as much a means to an end as the right thing to do. They never hid this from their closest advisors, and I have the great privilege to be among this exalted group.

That changed at Yunkai in a most unexpected way. Who would have thought it possible that the Targaryens would find distant kin in the most unlikely of places?

After Yunkai, the crusade against slavery began in earnest.

It was personal now.

Reforged in Fire and Blood: The Foundation of the Second Freehold, by Maester Marwyn

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291 AC
Yunkai

Conquering Yunkai came with many strings attached, most of them unpleasant. That much was no surprise to Viserys. He was well aware of the monumental task of restoring the city and making it a productive part of his fledgling Second Freehold. However, what happened late on the second evening after conquering Yunkai was something the Prince most definitely didn't foresee. He had no inkling it was possible.

The Sith's first clue that something was amiss was the return of Ser Lonmouth, who felt a great deal of apprehension. It was enough to have Dany snap her head towards their chamber's doors and frown shortly before the knight reached them. Viserys was taking a few precious moments to rest and center himself in the presence of his little sister, ensuring that she was as well as could be expected.

A Royal Guard announced Ser Richard, who finally entered the chamber. The man was clearly unsettled—given his pale complexion, one didn't need the Force to figure that out.

"My Prince, Princess," Lonmouth bowed. "I bring unexpected news," he hedged and nervously wet his lips with a wary tongue. "Our soldiers brought in three unexpected… visitors."

That was most unlike Richard.

Needless to say, Viserys had his knight's undivided attention now. Dany stirred beside him, worry clearly worming its way into her heart.

"Speak plainly, Ser," Viserys suggested with deceptive lightness.

"Our soldiers just brought a flesh-peddler and two of his charges. He made certain extraordinary claims in an attempt to save himself, Your Grace," Lonmouth warily explained.

"I am not going to like this, am I?" Viserys sighed.

Ser Richard looked at Dany, winced, and quickly averted his eyes away from the Princess.

"Neither of you will like it, especially if it is true, Your Grace," Lonmouth allowed.

"A flesh-peddler?" Dany frowned.

In a better world, given her age, she shouldn't know what that was, Viserys knew. Dany shouldn't have feared that she might end up in the hands of one of those fuckers.

Without thinking, Viserys pulled his sister into his side, hugging her as much to reassure her she was safe as to reassure himself she was here and wasn't going anywhere.

"Elaborate," the Sith ordered.

"That man claims the girls he presented to our soldiers, and they brought" regret and not a small amount of anger, mixed with apprehension, swirling around Ser Richard. "He claims that the girls are your distant kin, Your Grace. Descendants of Princess Saera Targaryen," Lonmouth took a deep, fortifying breath. "I might have dismissed it as a desperate bid for survival or to curry favor. That's most certainly it, but my Prince," Lonmouth looked at Dany, and his face twisted in a pained grimace. "The girls look painfully like the Princess. They're clearly of Valyrian descent, and the similarity…" He trailed off.

Ah. That explained it. Lonmouth has been around the two of them for long enough to be painfully aware that Viserys was murderously unreasonable regarding his little sister's safety and happiness.

"Where are they?" Viserys was surprised at how even and calm his voice sounded. At his side, Dany struggled to make up her mind about the news.

"That's how I almost ended, isn't it?" Dany muttered, burying her face into Viserys' side. Fear surged through her tiny frame, followed by burning anger.

The reminder of what almost happened and the knowledge that only divine intervention saved them stoked Viserys's fury. He held Dany tighter, using her as an anchor to avoid losing himself in blinding rage.

"We'll never be at the mercy of another sister, this I promise," Viserys crooned softly and kissed the crown of Dany's head. Her anger and fear slowly dissipated, replaced by a sense of warmth and belonging.

"Do you want to come and see these girls with me, sweet sister? Or do you prefer to remain here?" Viserys asked once they were in better control of their emotions.

"I'm not leaving your side, Visy. Not now," Dany murmured.
Viserys stood up and gently pulled Dany to her feet. "Lead the way, Ser Richard. Let us find the truth of the matter."

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A few minutes later, they reached one of the Great Pyramid's reception halls. While the size of the place had its uses, including keeping the interior cool during hot days, getting anywhere could be a pain and a waste of time. Nevertheless, the place could be one of the most secure locations in the city. Besides, appearances often mattered very much.

When they reached the hall, a detachment of Unsullied and Royal Guards fanned out around the royals. A Spear of elite soldiers surrounded a lean Ghiscari man wearing fine clothing, but nothing like the Wise Masters. Two little girls hugged each other nearby, doing their best to stand as far away from the man as the Unsullied around them allowed. They wore plain white dresses that, at a glance, melded with waist-long hair the color of white gold. While the precise shade was a bit darker than Dany's and Viserys' own, it was an almost exact match for Mother Rhaella's. However, that was an idle afterthought.

Gently holding Dany's shoulder kept Viserys from wildly lashing through the Force at the sight of the girls' faces. Under his touch, his sister froze, staring mutely in surprise at the other children. They were her almost carbon copies. There were subtle differences, of course. A chin a bit too pointy, a nose with a different shape, cheekbones with less of a curve… At a glance, if Viserys didn't know better, he could have said that the girls were their sisters or perhaps nieces.

Their similarity to Dany and their situation was bad enough. The pain, fear, and resignation he felt clinging to these children, the sheer hopelessness drowning them, was rage-inducing. Knowing that this could have been his Dany, that it almost was…

At that point, Viserys didn't think. He acted, and the Force was eager to respond. His hand snapped up, and telekinetic fingers grasped the flesh-peddler, squeezing tightly but not enough to break him—not yet. Viserys yanked him, gleefully enjoying the man's terror. He dragged the Ghiscari until the man stood sniveling before him and gazed into his eyes.

Visery's full might and rage slammed into the flesh-peddler, channeled through the Force. It was pathetically easy to tear into the man's mind and drag all the relevant information.

"Selaena and Vaenyra Rahiar," Viserys whispered, tasting the children's names. Those were good Valyrian names, as it was proper for Valyrian girls.

The girls flinched as their fear spiked to new heights. Feeling an echo of the children's emotions cooled Viserys' boiling rage. Dany continued to be an excellent anchor, allowing him to center himself.

"Descendants of Princess Saera Targaryen," Viserys voiced the truth he tore out from the flesh-peddler's mind. "Sold to be sex toys by Triarch Malaquo Maegyr because their parents backed his political rivals…" Viserys trailed off and glowered at the man at his non-existent mercy. "And you were about to gift them to the Wise Masters, for they are our distant kin," he hissed.

At that point, the fucker was extremely lucky that Viserys wasn't gentle in tearing his mind. The flesh-peddler's brain was little more than useless batter, ready to leak out of his head.

Viserys let the twitching corpse collapse on the floor and took a few moments to calm his emotions. Dany's presence helped, even if she did her best not to choke on her anger.

Viserys closed his eyes so he wouldn't look at the two abused children, who looked so much like his Little Dragon. "Call healers from the Green Graces and prepare a hot bath for the girls," The Prince ordered, barely recognizing his own voice.

 

[Illuviar]

Disclaimer: I don't own A Song of Ice and Fire, the Game of Throne or the Star Wars books, TV series or games. They belong to their creators, publishers and/or copyright owners. This story is not for sale or rent.

Chapter 14 Part 6

=Sith=​

291 AC
Yunkai

After sending the girls to bathe and be checked by healers under Ser Lonmouth's watch, the Targaryens returned to Dany's quarters. On the way there, they battled their shared demons.

"That could have been me. It should have been me…" Dany whispered in a daze. Fear, disgust, and bright rage flickered through her in rapid succession.

"It wasn't sister. Something like that can never happen to you now. I won't allow it!" Viserys vowed. Dany sister clung to his side like a limpet, radiating relief at his words. Briefly, warmth and utter trust overwhelmed her fears before they came back like poisonous weeds.

They walked the rest of the way in silence, just basking in each other's reassuring presence. Viserys used the Force to open the door and close it behind them. He guided his sister to the bed, where he sat. Dany scurried up on the soft mattress before climbing into his lap like she did countless times as a little girl. Not that she was much bigger now. Viserys smiled fondly at his sister as she pressed her face into his chest, doing her best to hide from the world, utterly sure he would protect her. At least now, that was a truth, not a mere childish illusion to be shattered at the first opportunity.

"I can't get their pain and fear out of my head, Visy," Dany mumbled into her brother's chest. "They looked so lost… like little broken dolls…"

Viserys held Dany tighter and did his best to cocoon her with his prescience in the Force, pushing everything else away. The two of them remained that way for some time, just relaxing in each other's presence.

"It was like looking into a twisted mirror," Dany eventually whispered.

"Those were the faces of my failure," Viserys reluctantly admitted. His sister shifted in his lap so she could look up at him through strands of unruly silver hair. Her wide purple eyes stared expectantly, demanding an answer. "When we were running near Pentos, I did everything I could to keep you safe, Dany," a pained sight escaped Viserys' lips. "I failed. Some nights, I dream I failed like before."

"We are here!" A small yet powerful fist hit Viserys' chest. "You kept me safe, Visy! You did everything right!"

Dany's outrage on his behalf was truly endearing. Viserys lowered his head until his forehead rested against his sister's.

"I remember other failures and everything we've lost, Little Dragon. With the powers that allowed me to save you came bits and pieces of memories. I remember losing a wife and an unborn daughter. I remember losing a niece, no matter how powerful I was or what I did to save her. I also keenly remember losing our family," laying his soul bare, even before the only person he trusted, without a shadow of a doubt, hurt. It made Viserys feel vulnerable, like nothing else, save for the fear of losing his precious sister.

"You won't lose me!" Dany promised. Soft fingers captured Viserys' face and soothingly traced lines down his cheeks. "I am right here, Visy! I am not going anywhere! You are teaching me to be strong so I can protect myself! But more importantly, I want to be strong to keep you safe like you keep me safe!" Dany babbled while her emotions slid into Viserys' heart like daggers. Despite everything they endured, in spite of the Dark Side clinging to her skin like a protective blanket, she was light and good.

"You're a precious treasure I don't deserve, sister."

"I'm the best sister ever, and don't you forget it!" Dany cheekily shot back.

This right here felt like home. Viserys knew without a shadow of a doubt that he would do everything in his power to preserve it. Home and family… were something he rarely enjoyed, and every time, something snatched them out of his grasp. Dany was home—his everything—and he could feel clearly that she shared the sentiment. Her soft, pulsing emotions proved it, and he basked in them like a man who experienced the sun for the first time after millennia of darkness.

"Family," Dany's wishful words broke the revere. "You're my family, Visy, all I need and know!" she implored him with huge, soulful eyes. "Yet I wish I knew them all. Mother, brother, little Aegon, and Rhaenerys. Goodsister Elia… Am I a bad sister wanting more when I have you?"

"You are the best sister anyone could ask for, Little Dragon, for you are my sister. Mine!" Viserys gently yet firmly moved his hands to take Dany's slight shoulders.

A profound sense of relief exploded in Dany's heart, glowing like a star. Its warmth caressed Viserys' whole being, setting him at ease.

"Dany, you deserve more. The best. You should have grown up safe and cherished, surrounded by our family. Wanting what was stolen from you is only right," Viserys continued.

His sister perked up at that. She tilted her head to the side, letting silver locks of hair fall over her eyes.

"Those poor girls… are they really family? Our relatives?!" Dany asked in a voice painfully full of earning that reverberated through her whole frame in the Force.

"It's possible. The resemblance is uncanny," Viserys allowed. "It's likely even. If so, they're distant relatives, very distant ones. At any rate, that flesh-peddler believed them to be our distant relatives."

"But that doesn't necessarily make it so," Dany huffed.

"Smart Little Dragon," Viserys crooned in approval.

"Besides you, Visy, I don't even know what family is," Dany forlornly admitted, and her good mood took a nosedive.

"There's that ancient saying, 'Family is where the heart is,'" Viserys smiled indulgently at his sister, making sure she could sense all his emotions at that moment. You've had my heart and love since the first moment I held you when Mother put you in my hands."

Dany's mood shifted, and she glowed like a precious little star once again.

"I want our family back, Visy. I want a big family," Dany's wishful voice stirred Viserys' dark heart. She shifted to hug her brother for all she was worth. "I want to feel like right now, forever…"

"Then we'll have to make ourselves a larger family, sister. It's not only bonds of shared blood that define a family. They only tell you who your relatives are."

Dany froze at that. She leaned back to look Viserys in the eyes. His sister scrunched her brows in thought.

"I had never considered that," Dany admitted. The realization and understanding of that point brought her peace, which reflected onto Viserys.

"More broadly speaking, I want to build ourselves a home worthy of our family's legacy. Of our House. We're dragons, sister, even though our family lost their wings long ago. In our veins flow the blood of the last dragon riders. We are the legacy of Valyria, even though again and again, many of our ancestors threw it away."

Dany looked intently at her brother, clinging to his every word.

"We are more than dragons, more than the blood in our veins. I am afraid our House lost its way long ago, perhaps even before the Dance."

"What' is it to be a Valyrian Visy?" Dany asked a critical question.

"I am afraid I can't give you a comprehensive answer, dear sister," Viserys smiled wanly. "It's culture, customs, knowledge, and much of it has been lost. However, what came before can't be the sole thing that defines us. We are our own people, forging our own paths and future."

There were only two places they could find some of those answers. Behind the Black Walls of Volantis and among the ruins of Valyria itself.

"I have a dream, Dany. I want a reforged Valyrian Freehold, taking the best of the old, molded in our own image, for we are the last Dragonlords. It is our legacy, and it is something I crave. It is something you deserve."

 

[morkail]

Building an empire on a foundation of freed slaves… would probably work out very well.

 

[Warmachine375]

Building an empire on a foundation of freed slaves… would probably work out very well.

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This is not canon Danaerys Targaryen who tried that by herself in case you forget.

 

[Illuviar]

Building an empire on a foundation of freed slaves… would probably work out very well.

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This is not canon Danaerys Targaryen who tried that by herself in case you forget.

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All things considered, she did quite well OTL especially when you take into account Daenerys was never properly taught to rule. She was winging it and at least in the books, there's still a chance things don't completely fall apart for her in Essos.

The big difference here is that Viserys is painfully aware that unless he wants everything he builds in Essos to go down in flames the moment he leaves the area, he is in for the long haul and needs to build a solid foundation for his empire-building project.