Story 5 : Chapter 3

(Aegon Targaryen)

Sitting at the negotiation table across from the Gardner King and the Lannister King. The Gardner King would be an imposing man for any that sat across from him. But not to a Dragon rider who stared death in the face to claim one as a partner. Tall imposing a head and a half above even the tallest of men seated at the table. Soft brown hair waiving side to side with the slightest of movement it is almost a shame to have to kill the man. His soft brown eyes conveyed mockery and contempt. Why was this man mocking me one of the last Dragon Riders? Did the current King of the First Andal House in Westeros not see the position he is in? One breath from Balerion and his line is extinguished.

We are to be Envied! Feared! Not silently mocked feeling my anger rising Balerion let a rumble out of his chest his throat lighting letting out small puffs of smoke as he stared through the flapping entrance. Flicking my eyes to the man seated next to him King Lannister seemed more on guard against me or rather the Dragon outside the tent. His Gold hair was slick with sweat as if he spent the morning going through drills. His green eyes were the same color as the forest flicked around showing just how nervous he was good this was a proper showing of how the men of this land should react.

"If the terms are not agreeable we shall meet on the field of battle against the largest dragon alive today..." Letting the implied threat hang above their heads as they both looked at one another as the Gardner King's face turned into a smile. The Lannister King shook his head slightly warding off his fellow King.

"Well Lord Targaryen..."

"King Targaryen" Orys my half brother cut off the Gardner King. His lip curled in displeasure at being cut off. Turning his eyes back to me he continued.

"My apologies King Targaryen, but your family is quite different from what the rumors had suggested for us. For a bunch of sheepherders and whores your family is doing quite well for itself..." My mind paused for a second catching up with what he said. How did they know this information? It is our most tightly guarded secret and is only passed from Lord to Heir and I did not plan on giving it to mine letting the stories die with me.

Unlike what rumors we spread around about the Dreamer we were not saved by the visions of our ancestors, but instead kicked off Valyria for not being able to pay the taxes. Our ancestors had negotiated for this island and fifty years to pay off the loans we had taken from the other Dragon Lord Families the real Dragon Lord families this was what happened instead of leaving of our own free will. No grand Visions, no Dragon Dreams, Nothing left for our family than being a Vanguard force for the expansion to Westeros to enact a conquest on these lands. Hardy people made for good slaves.

Now that there is a hand full of us left we are not able to enslave these people so Orys, my sisters, and me all came up with a plan to conquer these scattered kingdoms making a Targaryen Empire out of them.

The only reason we even had dragons is the tax collectors died with the Doom leaving us our scant few dragons. Even calling them Dragons was an insult when our dragons are compared to the real monsters who live upon the Fourteen flames. Those Dragons are the real monsters according to the private journal of our ancestor who was the favorite whore of one of the prominent families who lived upon the fourteen flames she received enough favor from him to be able to see one with her own eyes. A majestic beast the size of a town black as night a wild untamed beast only sated by the millions of sacrifices bestowed every decade.

According to her information the more wings and limbs they have the smarter and stronger they were. Unlike our Dragons who have the mind of a child and will only live for a few centuries at most those monsters lived indefinitely with only the strongest being bonded to them. The rulers of the sky can wield wild magic of their own. As a boy, I fantasized about having my own, but it was all for naught as they are dead which brought the question of how did the Gardner King get this information.

"Be careful how you speak Gardner King... lest your kingdom follows you into the grave. Now, pray to tell how you came across this... peculiar information?" Something must have shown on my face as he laughed hard holding his midsection while King Lannister slowly moved away from his neighboring king.

"Traders from above the Moat had heard these tales being spread coming from the Winter Kings Court... King Aegon. Rumors I assure you but another piece of information was heard of a Six winged beast flying above the North." the Lannister leaned back I pressed down my terror at the thought of such a beast being a wild dragon. The stories are unclear on how strong the Great Dragons were but six wings were the most I had ever heard of. Four was what our ancestors had seen and that one was the protector of a Monarchs family. Throwing those thoughts into the back of my mind as negotiations started to break down as the Gardner King did his best to cut into my family's reputation.

My mind kept going back to the Six winged dragons... I will have it as mine yes nobody deserves it more than my family. Shaking my head as I mounted Balerion readying him for battle my mind kept going to the thought of owing one of the mightiest beasts in the sky.

Flying atop one's own Dragon let fly the mind as one watched the land roll beneath the Dragon and its bonding. A foreboding feeling filled the air as my conquest was underway already the Storm kings bent the knee to the might of the Targaryen family of Dragon Riders. Thinking over the rumors that had come down South past Moat Cailin down the Northern Trade Routes. the North had been buying less and less food from the Lannister Kings and the Gardner Kings. If rumors were to be true the North a kingdom that had been around for Eight Thousand years was preparing for something... Us. Somehow they knew about our plans.

When I have the Winter King on his knees I will have to question him thoroughly about where and how he came across such precious information. Looking down at the gathered forces of the Gardner King and the Lannister forces in the field of wheat dried and ready for harvest. "Such a waste" I can't help but vocalize at the wasted resources. If only the two 'Kings' would see reason and bend the knee. ""Burn them"" I commanded in Valyrian to my mount which was been called the Black Dread for a reason.

Sweeping down not unlike a scythe ready to reap a harvest of souls gathered before me. Depending on their flank I started to box them in a lane of fire left in my wake as all sides of the retreat were cut off for the two would-be kings.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed the Chapter. Thanks for reading.