The Pretender's Army

(Third Person POV)

[Essos, Somewhere Between Mantarys and Mereen]

There was a massive camp in the middle of nowhere, and many Unsullied Soldiers were seen moving about under the night sky as they bickered with Dothraki riders. 

This camp was one of the most unlikely war camps one would think of. Nobody expected Unsullied and Dothraki to coexist, especially under a specific leadership. 

Nevertheless, they were there, constantly arguing but never fighting. One would think that the Dothraki would kill anyone that they didn't agree with but this wasn't the case. 

Everyone there was afraid to spill unauthorized blood. Even the Unsullied were reluctant in showing hostility, trying their best to deescalate whatever argument they had with the Horse-Riders. 

The reason for this? Well, it lay atop a hill that overlooked the massive camp, its glowing red eyes occasionally gazing at them. The massive Dragon would vocalize loudly, letting its presence be known.

This was the Great Khalasar's Dragon, the one that terrorized the Dothraki sea and aided the Great Khalasar in forming. 

Right below the hill, there was a massive tent, and outside the tent, a large campfire that had many people sitting around it, having an important meeting. 

The most notable of these people, was a woman who was draped in a black veil, behind her stood three tall men clad in black armor, holding long pole-arms. The masks on their helmets resembled that of a screaming demon from Eastern folklore. 

The woman looked across from her and at the Dothraki standing behind the sitting young man. 

He had long and braided dark hair with dark eyes that scowled at her. He wore Dothraki garments, a black steel plate covering his entire right shoulder. He leaned on his side as a particular arakh laid leaned against the log next to him where he sat at. 

His gaze looked at the woman, scanning her up and down on multiple occasions.

The Woman in Black merely sighed, "How long does the boy intend to stare?" She said with a cold and monotone voice

On the woman's right side of the Campfire, the same young man who had met with this particular woman sometime before sat there with a slight smile on his face. He had dark blue hair and dark purple eyes. 

This was Valerion Blackfyre, The Pretender. 

"Khal Daegon is merely thinking of the things he'd rather to do you, My Lady." Valerion said with a chuckle

The men behind the Woman in Black tightened their grips on their polearms in response as they took a step forward. 

"Ridiculous." the woman said, "Tell the boy to stop gazing at me with such vulgar thoughts. Or I'll have him removed." 

"Quiet, whore." A woman's voice said, "My Son will do as he pleases."

Next to Khal Daegon's log where he sat, a white-haired woman sat on a couch, wearing a shiny silver dress and draped in white silk. She looked at the Woman in Black with a serious scowl. There was a sign of aging in the beautiful woman's face, but rather than that, one would thing of her as young as a maiden. 

"Calm down, Meleys." Valerion said, "There is no need for insults. The Great Khal will not act, of course. Right?" 

Meleys flicked her hair back as she scowled even more, "No, he won't." She said, "But he'll stare as much as he wants." 

The Great Khal didn't react to any of this, merely stared at the Woman. 

"Ha!" A loud voice said, "This Khal is a riot!" 

To the Great Khal's right, across from Valerion, a large and muscular man sat down. He had white hair and purple eyes as well, with a thick gray beard. He wore dark brown leather armor with a large golden cloak behind him. 

Next to him, another woman sat down with her legs and arms crossed. She, too, had white hair and purple eyes as she had a serious frown on her face. She was short and petite, but wore leather armor as well. 

"Hmph." She said, "I ought to slice this Khal's throat. To think the Dothraki are nothing but savage rapists. You were wrong for marrying a Dothraki Horselord, Meleys." 

Meleys glared at her, "If you recall, I was sold to him." She growled, "And I won't be lectured by a little girl like you, Syras!" 

"Take it easy, Sister." the other man said, "We came here to discuss our next step in the plans, not kill each other, haha!" 

"You shut up, Vaemon!" Meleys exclaimed, "You're the last person I want to hear. Daegon will take his dragon to Westeros and will lay ruin to the two bastards that killed my beloved Drogo." 

"For someone who was sold, you grew rather fond of that rapist." Syras muttered as she looked away

Vaemon chuckled, "Alright, let's take it easy." 

"Enough." The Woman in Black said firmly, "You children are nothing but misfits that somehow gathered such a terrifying force." 

Syras narrowed her eyes, "We are misfits? Lady, do you know who we are?" She said seriously, "We are the last of the Blackfyres." 

"That's enough." Valerion said, "I can't believe you lot undid your dyes....we're supposed to blend in and avoid detection from Westeros. But none of you can seem to follow instructions!!" 

Meleys looked at Valerion as Khal Daegon did the same with a scowl, "Look who's talking." Meleys said, "You, who is gathering an army to oppose Westeros." 

"I am only doing as he wants me to do." He said, "He chose me to lead us to our destiny, to our true plan. You all know what you were promised." 

"He hasn't shown himself in a decade." Vaemon said, "Is it really that bad?" 

"His condition is always like this. Only for a few years can he walk around freely." The Woman in Black said, "Your Father would be ashamed of what you children are doing. Which is why I am here. I am the High Priestess's direct subordinate. She's overseeing Your Father's care. Worry not." 

Valerion nodded, "Good. We don't need him...not now at least." He said, "I am certain that our next stage will be completed just in time he reawakens. I have a plan. It is working, that is." 

Syras sighed, "I didn't think you'd use the Red Cult for this." She said, "We don't need them." 

"That is where you're wrong, child." The Woman in Black said, "The Lord of Light is essential to our plans. He is the one true god that aligns with our plans. It is his flames that'll keep the realm warm and alive to the threat of the Dark One. It is inevitable; The Long Night comes and Death comes with it. Vaegon, your older brother, was overzealous and he overstepped before the planned time. And you, Vaemon, your false promises to the Greyjoys put the Targaryen King on notice ever since. There is no time to waste, within the next year or so, our Plan will set into motion." 

Meleys looked at her, "And you think He will be the Lord's Herald?" She said, "It was prophesized that a Black Dragon will bring back the full might of the Dragons. Is it Drogon? Is it my son's Dragon?" 

The Woman In Black shook her head, "I do not specialize in prophecies, Meleys." She said, "I am sure that's why you're so sure to take in the boy. But I cannot tell you if it's true or not. A Black Dragon was also born in Westeros, the one called Morghul, ridden by Rhaegon Baratheon." 

Khal Daegon spat on the ground with an enraged scowl and stood up, grabbing his weapon and pointing it at the Woman in Black. 

"Putrid Woman." He hissed in Dothraki, "I will have you raped by my bloodriders if you mention his name again. And after that, I'll rip your insides out with my cock and feed you to my Dragon." 

"My son, calm down." Meleys said in Dothraki with a soothing tone, "She's not worth your attention." 

"Sit. Down." Valerion said firmly in Dothraki, "Now." 

Daegon looked at Valerion, "Do you want to die?" 

Valerion stood up, holding what looked like a Dragon Egg as he scowled, "Meleys, control your boy." He said, "I will not have his barbaric impulses ruin our plan. Father considers the Women in The Dark Order to be his. They are not to be touched. Do you understand?!" 

Meleys stood up and grabbed Daegon's arm, "My Moon and Stars, sit down." She said, "Our vengeance will come soon. Do not spill blood here, we agreed upon this." 

Daegon merely grunted and huffed air through his nostrils, sitting down and setting his arakh beside him. He waved his Bloodriders behind him away, they had drawn their own weapons. 

Meleys looked at the Woman in Black, "Shame." She said, "I would've enjoyed watching you get defiled." 

"Gross." Syras said, "Time with the savages has fueled your vile heart, Sister." 

"Quiet." Meleys scowled

"Enough of this." Vaemon said, "Brother, what is this plan with the Asshai?" 

Valerion looked at all of them before letting out an exhale, "The Red Cult has its clutches on a formidable man." He said, "Stannis Baratheon, our enemy's Lord Uncle. With him, we can rally a small force that will be enchanted with the War-Priests army. When signaled, they'll move in to take Summerhall." 

Meleys raised an eyebrow, "We need Summerhall?" 

"Yes." Valerion said, "There is a powerful source of magic. The Dark Order will make use of it." 

"We will give it to Father."