chapter 4

4 years after the rebellion the number of legions I had training had finally topped at 24, that makes 140400 soldiers all told. The training was going amazingly, my troops could march in lockstep formation singing cadences for a full 14 hours and still manage to run through drills for hours afterward before finally setting camp for the night in pitch darkness.

Now it was just a matter of blooding them against an enemy and then getting them plenty of experience, I had another 6 legions being trained to replace any losses we incurred while blooding ourselves. Any left over from those 6 training would join my fleet currently being built by Braavos for me.

Oberyn had visited several times over the years, always insisting that he take Elia and her children to Dorne where they would be safe. Even Elia was cuffing him on the head at being so stupid. He argued that I wanted to take the throne for myself and that only Dorne would want to put her son on the throne. Even I was surprised when Elia told us that Aegon wasn't Rhaegars son but was actually Arthur Daynes.

My plan had been to become regent until it was seen whether little Aegon had escaped the insanity of our family or not. Now it turns out that I'm gonna be king instead of regent as I am the oldest male Targ. Elia did want me to marry Rhaenys when we got older, that sent a chill up my spine and puckered my butt something fierce. After explaining to her that I couldn't do that because I would be changing that custom she switched to offering me Arianne her niece and even Oberyn's daughters as concubines.

To say I ran out of that blasted meeting like I was being chased by demons while crying like a baby would be lying. I spent the next 4 weeks at the training camp hiding like a little bitch from my sister-in-law, then when I get back it turns out she got mother in on it!!

After that trying time I decided it was time to blood my army and gather the needed sacrifice to bring back my future dragons. Before Drogo was the Khal of Khals there was another, he had a khallasar of some 50000 and was only bested in the future by Drogo himself. After that Drogo would go on to have a Khallasar of 100 thousand.

Khal Juugo was currently riding towards Pentos either to sack it or to receive tribute to leave them alone, I gathered my Legions and marched them to Pentos to intercept him. When we got there I made a deal with Magister Mopatis to protect them for a sum of 3 million gold coins plus allowing my men to blow off steam in their brothels.

When Juugo arrived I sent a message mocking him and calling him weak in front of his whole army, needless to say they charged us without any strategy. My men had orders to capture Juugo and his Bloodriders alive as I needed them to revive my dragons.

My infantry formed a Testudo formation 20 men deep while my arches shot volley after volley at the coming horde, my cavalry had already left that morning to hit them in the rear and prevent them from fleeing. With my mens thick shields protecting them and with the better range of my archers we killed 17000 of the horde before they ever reached pilum range.

Once my third to sixth infantry ranks threw their pilum another 6000 of the khallasar came down more from the horses being tripped from the dead bodies of the ones in front of them. With nearly half the horde dead the rest of the charge hit our pikewall hard. We stopped the charge cold but they still broke our frontline and managed to enter deeper into my infantry but with our pilum and gladius they were felled quickly.

Juugo and most of his bloodriders were caught though some were killed in the skirmish lines, those that retreated were shot full of arrows in the back and then ripped to shreds by my 14400 cavalry that flanked them.

My losses counted in at 3000 dead and dying and another 5000 wounded, most of my wounded would survive and even live to fight again but the dying were made comfortable and were helped to make a message for their families before they drifted. Each man that died would have their families receive 10 gold coins a year until the mother remarried or until the children became 15.

Once the looting finished we had another 17 million in gold, silver, jewels and other luxury goods that the Khallasar received as tribute over the years. In total we had looted over 30 million in goods and treasure, I gave 3 million of that to all of my legions and promised them much more for their continued service and loyalty. Though I would never be able to give them so much again it was still something that earned me their eternal service.

We returned victorious to camp several weeks later after selling most of the useless luxury items we didn't want to lug around, we also came back with over 10000 new Dothraki horses which are known to be great breeds and very valuable.

Mother and Elia greeted me with a big feast during which instead of regaling my siblings and cousins with the story of my victory, I was instead forced to listen as mother and Elia described the different women they thought would make good queens for me. It was at this point I wanted to foist it all off on Viserys and just hide beyond the wall.

Daenaerys made the customary little sister remark about being my bride herself which mother just giggled at, and made me explain that we weren't going to do that anymore. Luckily it was dropped then and there.

After the feast we honored the dead and awarded their families medals which were made to commemorate their bravery and courage. I personally gave each of them their husbands share of the loot and their first stipend for families of the fallen which was 32 gold coins. Enough to live on for several years, they would also be earning more for their own jobs working for me.

My people all saw me and my family in a great light since Mother and my siblings all gave their condolences to each widow or orphan. With that done I ordered a week of feasts for everyone to celebrate our success.

A month later I decided to begin the ritual to bring back the dragons, with Juugo as the main part and his best and strongest riders to make up the numbers I figured that everything would go smoothly. I had already shown mother that fire wouldn't burn me by sticking my hands into a lit brazier, so that she wouldn't worry when I walked into the ritual pyre.

When the pyre died down I stood there with 6 baby dragons in my arms and naked as the day Rhaella birthed me. Of course Oberyn and Ellaria had apparently arrived and were there with the rest of my family, so there was that. I had nothing to be ashamed of and having Ellaria asking me as a 15 year old to join her bed would have been fine with me, but Oberyn doing the same had me running.

Viserys named his red dragon Flamewing, because he was only 11 and his naming sense was atrocious like most children. Daenaerys named her yellow dragon Rhaegal after our deceased brother. Rhaenys named her silver dragon Nymeria, Mother named the blue dragon Jaehaerax after her father. I fought with the name for a while before deciding to name mine Ancalagon the Black. The green dragon that was left over without a rider yet was named Gojira because I have a sense of humor and watching Jon ride him will have me laughing every time.

News of the resurgence of the dragons brought fear and anxiety to many of the people of Essos and would eventually bring that same fear to Robert and the rest of them. I spent most of my time training myself and my siblings and cousins, Viserys was quickly becoming a great swordsman and Aegon was starting to come into his own and Danny and Rhae were learning water dancing from my favorite Braavosi Syrio Forel.