Chapter 1: Prologue

101 AC

Great Council of Harrenhal

"The Lords Paramount and the Lords Vassal of the Seven Kingdoms have declared that Prince Viserys Targaryen be named as the Prince of Dragonstone," The Maester loudly announced the results of the voting to a clapping and cheering crowd of all the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms inside the largest castle that Westeros had to offer.

"Was it ever in any doubt," I asked Daemon as we watched them cheer from the galleries.

"No, it was not," Daemon replied chugging back his fourth cup of the evening.

"You need to stop drinking else you will end up in a ditch somewhere in Harrentown," I said to him while trying to take away his cup.

"A ditch in Harrentown is far more preferable than my Bronze Bitches' bed," He said as he chugged his fifth cup away from me causing me to sigh.

"You need to stop it with the Royce hating, you have done nothing but bitch and whine about them since coming back from the Vale," I remarked as I scanned the crowd for Royces.

"Easy for you to say, you are not married to that insufferable bitch, Seven Hells you are not married at all,"Daemon groused as he refilled his cup from the goblet.

"Thank the Gods," I replied as I took away the goblet."I told Viserys that if he wanted any Lord's support, he would have to do it without selling me off," I continued.

Daemon's not-so-happy marriage with Rhea convinced Viserys that it was best not to force me into a marriage, plus being the baby of the family meant that everyone usually gave me free rein to do as I wished,

Daemon laughed and said, "You have no idea about how many Lords came up to Viserys and said most subtly that they would support him if he saddled you with their daughters."

"Please, they would have supported Viserys regardless, most of them can't stand the notion of a woman being a Queen in her own right, not to mention nearly all of them are jealous of Corlys' wealth," I scoffed to which Daemon nodded.

" Besides," I continued, "Why are they even after me? I am the third son who is in line to inherit nothing but a fucking town and some land around a river."

Daemon looked at me incredulously and said "First of all, Aren't you forgetting a certain dragon named Sheepstealer for which you spent a whole week trying to bond, and that town that you just mentioned is called Fairmarket, and you were also given nearly all of the Blue Fork and didn't Grandfather give you a City Charter for Fairmarket on your six and tenth name day?" He finishes to which I sheepishly nod.

The amount of political wrangling that my Father and Grandfather did for me was nothing short of monumental, it took threatening Tully with his Lord Paramountship to get him to give up Fairmarket, and now with the City Charter for Fairmarket and Sheepstealer, I ruled the Riverlands in all but name. Now that I think about it, it must have been a ploy from my father to dump the can of worms that is the Riverlands on my plate so that he didn't have to deal with it.

Even with all the bad feelings between me and Grover Tully, he still supported Viserys because in his eyes the beef between us was a political issue while Rhaenys becoming Queen was a moral issue for him. Talk about misogyny, Rhaenys would have made an amazing Queen and even Viserys knows that, yet our Grandfather passed her over simply because she was a woman and also because he didn't trust Corlys' guts after seeing two years of him at court.

Corlys' ambition turned out to be nauseating for Old Jae, who expected a loyal and grateful vassal/ servant in Corlys when he married Rhaenys off to him instead of the Machiavellian protege that he turned out to be, and what was Jaehaerys' solution to that problem, bring in another Machiavellian protege in the form of Otto Hightower. It is like fighting fire with fire, but unfortunately, that tactic will soon end up burning down the entire forest that is meant to be saved, which coincidentally is exactly what happens in the OTL, so much for being a self-insert.

My presence here hasn't changed a damn thing, the only thing that I have made a difference similarly is in bonding with Sheepstealer to Neetles and the whole Fairmarket affair, I could do jackshit when it came to saving my father mostly because I have no idea on how to deal with appendicitis other than calling an ambulance. I couldn't even save Gael from that wandering bard as I was in Dragonstone during the whole time when she was being seduced, impregnated, giving birth, and killing herself, I have a feeling that I would have married Gael had she lived, Alysanne did entertain that idea to my dad, too bad it didn't pan out.

"You don't have a Bracken, a Blackwood, a Frey, or a Mallister for your neighbors, Daemon," I complained to him which he chuckled.

"No, I do not, I have spent enough and more time with the Vale Lords and I am glad that I do not have to deal with the Riverlords who are twice as bad," He said with a shit-eating grin.

I rolled my eyes at him and then I joined him in leaving the Hall of Hundred Hearths before the throng of the Nobles who were about to come to congratulate us and start their brown-nosing and ass-licking, especially towards me, Viserys was better off handling that.

After the Council is over

"So how long before Fairmarket becomes a complete city,"Daemon asked me as we walked down the shores of the God's Eye towards the temporary pit meant to house our dragons.

" Depends on what your version of a city means but in Westerosi standards I would say that it will take a decade or two for the town to become an actual city," I replied.

"I heard you hired a bunch of builders from the Free Cities to design your new city," Daemon then remarked.

"I did, I hired a few builders from Volantis," I said nodding, "I told them whatever you do, make sure that the city has a proper street plan along with sewers and water pipes and as long as it does not look like King's Landing, I am good with what you got."

Daemon responded by laughing at what I said, for while King's Landing is not as bad as described in the books mostly because the worst is yet to come for the city in the form of the Dance, it was still an urban planner's nightmare.

"And what about your castle? Dragonhall isn't it," Daemon then asked.

"Yes, it's more of a Palace actually," I said nodding, "I thought of naming it Aegonhal after myself but Father said it sounded too close to Harrenhal for comfort, so I renamed it," I said pointing towards the ridiculously massive castle behind us.

Daemon then asked after a scoff, "How many people now live in Fairmarket?"

"Around thirty thousand, and that number is only going to increase, the number of people leaving their homes and heading for Fairmarket has increased throughout the entire Riverlands and it has only been a year since I got the City Charter," I replied.

"I doubt the Riverlords are happy about that," Daemon said with a grin.

"Do I look like I give a rat's arse about what those fools think?" I said with a snort.

"Good," He said nodding, "You should not care about them, they are nothing but sheep."

Ah yes, the classic Targaryen disregard for anyone who isn't them, it is so narcissistic that any self-respecting person will choke on it but when you have a giant flying fire-breathing lizard at your command, who gives a shit?

When we reach the pit, I see that Meleys is not present which means that the Velaryons have already left, which was a relief as every single time I have been anywhere near ten feet of them the awkwardness level rises to a hundred ever since my father was made the Prince of Dragonstone ahead of Rhaenys.

The Dragon Keepers upon seeing us immediately went to bring out Caraxes and Sheepstealer, both of them were to be saddled and ready. I bonded with Sheepstealer when I was twelve, it took me a week to bond with him and two weeks before that to convince my father to allow me to bond with him, my father wanted me to bond with Dreamfyre, a relatively docile dragon but I wanted a dragon that was as mean as Caraxes and he finally gave in and allowed me to do my thing.

While Sheepstealer wasn't as fierce as Caraxes, he could be ill-tempered and vicious when it came to it but not as cantankerous as Vhagar, and for my ego, he was bigger than Caraxes, only Vhagar, Vermithor, and Cannibal were bigger than him and three is a number that I can live with. I thought of renaming him into something more respectable than Sheepstealer but he liked the name and would only answer to it so I stuck with the name, while he wasn't as large as Vermithor or Vhagar he was massive in his own right, and with his relatively slender build and the hard life of nearly fifty years that he lived in Dragonstone before I bonded with him made him leaner than usual for a Dragon of his age that would have been raised in the Dragon Pit.

"When do you think that we will see each other again?" Daemon then asked me.

I replied, "Most likely during Grandfather's funeral."

Daemon nodded, He was going back to Runestone, I would be going to Fairmarket whilst Viserys was already heading for King's Landing, and following that Dragonstone, all the while a certain someone named Otto Hightower would be running things in the Red Keep.

Then Caraxes came out followed shortly by Sheepstealer, Daemon bade me farewell before heading towards Caraxes, I stayed back and waited until he and Caraxes left before heading towards Sheepstealer.

Before I climbed Sheepstealer, I took a moment to compose myself, things were no different from the OTL despite another player in the game and it seemed like things would go down the same way as before and this time it might become even messier than before.