Daeranyx_Drakonar

18. The Aftermath

Laenor POV
Maidenpool

“Why would Quicksilver do something like that? From what I know, there’s nothing here in Maidenpool that would earn her anger,” said King Viserys, pacing back and forth across the room. Laenor, along with his family and all the Targaryens, were currently gathered there, just after Quicksilver had caused a massive incident—one that could easily overshadow the ongoing tourney.

“To answer your question, brother, we’d either have t...

4. Arrival

Winterfell

Gaemon POV

103 AC

Gaemon stood before his cousins and Lady Stark, surrounded by all his belongings, as the guards of House Stark prepared to escort him away. A few feet away, his father, Daemon, watched with visible impatience.

“I will return soon enough; there’s no need to act so gloomy,” Gaemon tried to lighten the mood. His words earned smiles from Lady Stark and his cousin, Bennard.

“We kno...

28. Burning of the Riverrun

[Daeron POV — Old Wyk, Dusk]

As the sun sank beneath the horizon, the jagged cliffs of Old Wyk caught fire in hues of blood-red and bronze, as if the Drowned God himself had spilled his wrath across the land. The wind howled like an ancient beast, sweeping the scent of salt, seaweed, and distant pyres across the sea-slick stone.

Waves battered the black rocks below, frothing and snarling like dying leviathans. On one of those weather-beaten cliffs stood Daeron, ...

17. Dragons

Laenor POV

Maidenpool

Consider Laenor officially bored.

It had been a few days since he and his family had arrived at Maidenpool for the tourney, held in honor of his mother’s cousin's coronation as King of the Seven Kingdoms. And though the town buzzed with music, pageantry, and clashing steel, the excitement had long since worn thin for him.

The problem? He already knew who would win. The thrill of combat faded quickly when the out...

27. Ready to Hiss

Daeron POV

Daeron soared through the skies atop Caraxes, a concentrated frown creasing his brow. The wind howled around them, but his mind was louder—focused, calculating. He was attempting maneuvers he had seen other dragonriders perform in his dreams. Dragon dreams—or whatever they truly were—had a habit of creeping into his sleep now and then since the last ritual he performed. Thankfully, they bore no omens of doom, unlike those of Daenys the Dreamer,...

3. Arrival

In the Courtyard of Winterfell
Gaemon POV
103 AC

The snow had not yet begun to fall, but the sky threatened it. Pale clouds hung heavy over Winterfell, and the wind came in restless bursts—sharp enough to sting the skin, though not yet bitter enough to chase boys indoors.

But Gaemon Targaryen was no ordinary boy. In truth, he was no boy at all—he was a man reborn in the body of a child.

He stood in the training yard, cheeks flushed and breath ris...

26. Screams

Daeron POV

Daeron sat in silence as the great hall swelled with people. Lords from the North and the Vale had gathered, their armor bloodied, their expressions grim. He noted the dried crimson smears clinging to the chainmail of Northern lords more than those of the Vale. A quiet observation—tucked away for later.

He leaned back on the cold, unyielding throne and asked, “What of the Freys inside the keep? I doubt we managed to rid ourselves of them i...

16. The Old

Laenor POV

Laenor watched as his father and Uncle Vaemond were the first to greet the Rogue Prince. He and Laena stood slightly behind them, observing the exchange. Daemon greeted Corlys jovially, and his father returned it in kind. If it was an act, Laenor had to admit it was a convincing one—Corlys looked genuinely pleased to see Daemon. Vaemond, on the other hand, greeted the prince with the curt politeness required by his rank, nothing more.

When the pleasa...

25. 'Kill them all'

Daeron POV

"I speak for the whole North, my King," Lady Mormont declared, her voice fierce with unshaken conviction. "We have no quarrel with your decision. In fact, we welcome it. I’d like to see that old weasel’s face when we break into his keep and put an end to his miserable, treacherous life—along with his whole cursed line."

Her eyes gleamed with wild ferocity, the kind only a Northman could summon, and Daeron saw the same hunger reflected in the ...

15. Maidenpool

Laenor POV

Laenor walked across the rocky terrain, making his way to the place the Red Queen had claimed as her domain—alone. For moons, this den had been hers, but in the last month, two uninvited guests had also laid claim to it.

Humming a soft tune, he approached the cave at the base of a small mountain, where Meleys lay watching over two hatchlings as they played around her massive frame. The land surrounding her was a stark contrast—burned and blackened ...

24. Talk with King's Gaurd

Daeron Targaryen POV

Daeron beheld the Twins for the first time in his life—at least, outside of the show from his previous world. He nudged Luna to descend, wanting a closer look at the Frey stronghold while skinchanged into her. The Northern eagle let out a high-pitched whistle, weak in comparison to the guttural roar Caraxes made when annoyed, but reminiscent of it nonetheless. She folded her wings and dove, slicing through the air with effortless spee...

Bennard's hate

Winterfell
Gaemon POV
103 AC

Gaemon awoke with groggy eyes, a long yawn escaping his lips as he blinked away the remnants of sleep. He pushed off his covers and made his way to the only window in his chamber, shoving it open with a slight push. The crisp morning air rushed in, carrying with it the golden rays of dawn, the chill sharp enough to chase away whatever drowsiness remained.

Without hesitation, he moved through his morning routine, ending with a b...

23. The Alpha

• Daeron Targaryen POV

"By the Seven, I will not believe such lies from creatures that should have been extinct!" shouted Lord Tollet, his voice echoing through the great hall. Daeron recognized him from the long and drawn-out gathering they are having right now. After the Vale lords had bent the knee and sworn fealty to House Targaryen. At the North’s request, this meeting had been called—to warn the Vale of the threat beyond the Wall and t...

22. 'Kneel'

Daeron Targaryen POV

"...but I couldn't blame him either. When family comes into play, even the most honorable man may set aside his honor." Lord Royce finished, his face impassive, his eyes scanning the gathered lords as if gauging their reactions.

"And yet, he sent me to the Wall rather than telling me the truth of my parentage—doing what his duty demanded of him. There are many in the South who would call him a fool of the highest order for that, as...

21. The Neck 

Daeron Targaryen

Daeron Targaryen rode alongside the Northern nobility, their steeds trudging carefully along the causeway that snaked through the Neck. The seemingly endless bog stretched out in all directions, its murky waters hiding dangers both known and unknown. Behind them, infantrymen marched in disciplined formation, while crannogmen flanked the host, their keen eyes scanning for lurking lizard-lions, venomous snakes, or treacherous flora. Lord Reed and his best...

14. "Embar"

Laenor POV

I lounged on my couch, absentmindedly popping grapes into my mouth as my gaze drifted toward the seashore. There, Embaryx and Veltharys played in the sand, their powerful forms contrasting against the endless blue of the waves. Laena stood nearby, watching over them with an eager glint in her eyes.

Embaryx, my dragon, was a striking mix of black and grey, the latter blending along his underbelly like the shifting tides. His neck was slightly longer...

20. The journey to the Neck

*Daeron Targaryen POV*

I turned to my three cousins, the ones I had grown up with as siblings, waiting for me to bid them farewell. A heavy black and red cloak billowed behind me as I strode toward them, my steps steady despite the weight of departure.

Rickon was the first to move, throwing his arms around me, his small body trembling as he fought back tears. I held him close, rubbing his back in reassurance.

"I will miss you… and Caraxes," he s...

19. The Fate of House Umber

*Daeron Targaryen POV*

"You look like you'll be back to being the finest sword in the realm within a fortnight, Ser," I said, watching Ser Arthur move with ease. His color had returned, and he no longer needed a cane or even a sword to lean on. Though his steps were still measured, his recovery was nothing short of remarkable.

Arthur met my gaze with gratitude and a flicker of wonder in his violet eyes. "Aye, Your Grace. Those potions you gave me tas...

18. Sansa Stark

*Sansa Stark POV*

Sansa placed a piece of honeyed meat in her mouth, savoring the taste as her eyes flicked to the side, lingering on the lemon cake resting on the table. It had already been ravaged—half gone—by none other than Tormund, Jon’s wildling friend, who had taken a small bite and apparently enjoyed it too much. But Sansa would not stand for this. She did not share her lemon cakes, not with Arya, not with anyone. So who did this Tormund think he ...

17. Dragon King of the North

*Jon Snow POV*  
 
Howland Reed stood before the High Table, bowing before he spoke. "I thought Lord Eddard never told you about your parentage, Your Grace."

Though framed as a question, his tone held no curiosity—only a need for confirmation, not an answer.

"He promised to tell me when we met again." I met his gaze, letting my words settle. "But that day never came. I only learned the truth after being given another chance to liv...

16. Son of Lyanna Stark

*Third Person POV*


Jon nodded and stepped into the ritual circle he had prepared. The brazier’s flames flared higher as he crushed the wolf’s heart into the thick weirwood sap, mixing it with the scales of Caraxes and the latest gift the Child had given him. The ice taken from Winterfell’s crypts rested within the mixture, absorbing its power.

Kneeling, he dipped his fingers into the thickened liquid, tracing it over his heart, down his arms, ...

15. The Heart of an Alpha

*Jon Snow POV*

I sighed, turning my gaze out of the window as dusk crept over the snow-covered fields. The creeping darkness mirrored my own thoughts. In the chamber with me, Bran sat silently, watching me with that same blank stare, as if he were talking to some stranger.

After returning to Winterfell, I had eaten a modest meal before making my way here. Bran had been more than willing to tell me all he knew about the Seven Kingdoms, and as he spoke, my...

14. Dohaerās, Caraxes

*Jon Snow POV*

"Are you an idiot?" Sansa snapped, her fury barely restrained. "What do you think the people who made you king will say when you abandon Winterfell the day after your coronation?"

I met her glare with the same indifferent stare I had learned from the Starks.

"Jon, they will think you’re irresponsible. That you’re unfit to be King in the North." She shook her head in clear disapproval before sinking back into her chair.

I...

13. The Rescue 

*Jon Snow POV*


The Godswood of Winterfell was silent, save for the whispering wind rustling through the ancient weirwood’s crimson leaves. I stood among the gathered lords of the North, the cold seeping into my bones, though I hardly noticed. The air was thick with anticipation as we awaited the arrival of the condemned. Sansa stood beside me, her expression composed yet betrayed by the flicker of disappointment in her eyes—she had hoped to feed her fo...

12. King in the North

*Third-Person POV*


Jon stood in the courtyard, his presence alone commanding silence. Blood clung to his body, a stark contrast against the snow, making him look less like a man and more like a wraith of vengeance. His gaze, cold and unyielding, swept over the gathered crowd. The weight of his fury pressed down on them like an unseen force, making even the bravest among them tense.

"Find the deserters," Jon ordered, his voice carrying like the edge ...

11. 'End of House Bolton'

*Jon Snow POV*

"I need you to go to Dragonstone." My voice was firm, the weight of the coming war pressing down on me. "There is someone on her way there—Daenerys Targaryen. Convince her to fight for the living, to stand against the dead that march upon us. If possible, arrange a meeting. Dragonstone holds the largest deposits of dragon glass in its mountains. We need it if we are to win against the night that is full of terror."

Melisandre stood befo...

10. The Exchange of Words

*Jon Snow’s POV*

I finally managed to compose myself after what was, without a doubt, one of the best laughs I’d had in a long while. But as I looked around, I was met with a mix of exasperated and impatient faces, all silently asking the same thing—Are you done? Can we get back to business now?

Well, all except Manderly. His face was flushed, whether, from anger or embarrassment, I couldn’t quite tell.

“There was nothing funny about wh...

9. The Lord o’ Fire and Ice

*Third-Person POV*


They clawed at his mind, wailing in rage, despair, and agony. Ghosts of warriors were long gone, their spirits writhing in the flames that had devoured their flesh. Jon clenched his jaw, feeling their fury press against his soul.

[Do not falter. They are but echoes. Their rage will fuel your might, but only if you master them.]

Jon roared against the storm of voices, against the suffering that sought to claim him. The fire ...

8. The whispers of the dead

*Third-Person POV*

The battlefield at the Crofter’s Village was a frozen graveyard. The Bolton forces had marched straight into Jon’s trap, the weakened ice beneath their feet giving way in great, splintering cracks. Hundreds plunged into the freezing abyss, their armor dragging them under, but as expected, not all perished. Scores of men clawed their way out, drenched and shivering, driven by sheer survival instinct. Others, lucky enough to have avoided t...

73. Joust

*Daeranyx POV*

"What do you mean you built three keeps there?" Rhaenyra asked her face a mix of surprise and disbelief. Her tone was sharp and demanding as if she refused to accept the possibility outright.

I glanced around the table, gauging the reactions of the others. Viserys and Aemma wore expressions of eagerness tinged with disappointment—the former yearning to see my work with his own eyes, the latter already bound by the weight of duty and res...