House of the Undying

Daeron

He paced inside of the waiting chamber, Jorah was worried for him though he couldn't give a damn.

His dragons are gone. Irri and all but Kovarro, Rakharo, and Jorah are dead. Doreah has not been seen in days, he questioned her loyalty after realizing why whoever took his dragons and killed his people would take a prostitute bought by his brother for Daenerys. He's come to realize she is behind it and when he finds his dragons and her, there will be justice for her treachery.

"How long do we have to wait!? My children- Dragons are missing, my people were killed and I need answers." He spat whilst keeping his eyes on the door, wondering if he should simply barge in.

"I'm sorry I couldn't do anything, I'm sorry I wasn't there... " Jorah apologized to him, there wasn't one needed for it is his fault.

Laughing dryly he put a hand on the taller man's shoulders, giving his sword teacher a kind smile for his efforts. "It's no one's fault but my own, we should have left sooner and then we wouldn't be in this mess. You've been a good friend to me." He encouraged and Jorah gave him a nod, he turned to the others and nodded, they would see this gets done their way.

He pushed on the doors going into the room and marched right for the Thirteen, all of whom were shocked that he would do such a thing as this.

"What is the meaning of this?- " He cut the Spice Merchant off by demanding to know where his dragons were, his dragons will die if he isn't with them. "We do not have those beasts, and a good thing they are lost for the world doesn't need fire and blood. If we did know we would not tell you." He going to lash out at them again, but Xaro stood from his chair and stepped beside him.

... But Xaro wasn't the one to speak.

"Don't be so cruel! This Father of Dragons is in the right and wants his children, and he should have them." Pyat Pree snapped though reserved and turned to him, "I will help you, King Daeron. I will take you to the House of the Undying... Where I have put them." He was taken aback along with everyone else.

The would-be wizard has his dragons, why? What would the warlock gain from such a thing? He cleared his throat before stepping towards the thin man, his anger is much too great to bear because the dragons were his sisters and that he lost them made him feel as if he betrayed her.

"Why would you do this?" He asked Pyat who smirked widely, kindly in a strange way yet still uncomfortable.

"When I heard you were coming to the city, I made an arrangement with the King of Qarth." The Thirteen laughed haughtily, making fun of the Warlocks words. "He procured them for me." He shook his head furiously, what in all of the gods is happening.

"There is no King of Qarth!" He exploded in anger, Xaro put a hand on his shoulder and made him turn to him.

"There is now, that was the other half of the arrangement." Xaro stepped forward, arms open as he took a step back in shock. "You would keep your gates and minds closed to everything outside these walls, but Qarth cannot remain the city that ever was if it refuses to change. I will open Qarth, as I have forced it to open to me." The Spice Merchant admired Xaro's ambition but said that he over-reached, insulting his colleague by saying that having three dragons and allying with Pyat Pree doesn't make him a King. "An Upstart and a Charlatan? Empires have been built by less. Those in the margins often come to control the center, those in the center make room for them, willingly or otherwise." Xaro then stepped back and Pyat stepped forward.

"The Father of Dragons will be with his children, he will give them his love and they will thrive by his side... Forever!"

The remaining members of the Thirteen were slain, their throats cut by people that look like Pyat Pree. He unsheathed his sword with his three companions when the Warlocks eyes landed on him. Jorah urged him that they flee and it seemed a good plan so they moved with speed, Pyat reappeared in front of them by the door and he didn't bother hesitating when he ran his sword through him, yet the warlock didn't die or feel pain.

The warlock faded away to nothing, only remaining clothes. Xaro was also gone, the Warlocks hunted them down but only to invite him a hundred times to their tower. The Thirteen of the ruling group of Qarth were dead. This also concludes his suspicions, Doreah had betrayed him for this 'King' of hers, he wanted to take justice on her and her new allies for Irri and everyone else in that manse. Yet he can't be his father, despite it being justified.

"We have to get out of here!"

They fled back to the manse to get out of harms way and to talk about what happened, and what they are going to do about the newly made King of Qarth and his warlock allies who indeed know some magic, not so surprising considering he survived burning in a pyre and his sisters very dead dragon eggs hatching the fire-breathing creatures he has obtained. He raised and hand running through his short hair, still bald but it will grow back.

"I have to go... " Jorah immediately gave him a look, Rakharo and Kovarro were also worried.

"Daeron, no. It is dangerous, you can't- " He stopped Jorah with his own response.

"The Warlock was right!" He shouted, "I have to get my dragons, no my children back. I won't leave them helpless like Irri, or the others or... Dany." Jorah's stern look became softer at the mention of his sister, he sheathed his sword and approached his companions. "You three and those dragons are all I have left. I have to go and get my children." He left the room at that moment, hearing them call to him as he left the manse and made his way towards the great tower of the warlocks, House of the Undying.

He began to think about it all, what if he died? What if Jorah and the others are attacked? What if his dragons aren't there and he is heading into a trap? Too many possibilities and many ending the path he's barely started to walk upon. He will admit he was afraid, he is afraid to die and afraid to meet these people head on and alone. No! Be brave, for Dany's memory, He imagined the day before her wedding to Khal Drogo, he came to her in the night and was worried for her.

Flash Back Begins...

"Dany? Dany." He asked and she looked at him with tears in her eyes, she didn't want this.

"Oh, Daeron! I don't want to wed him, I want to leave here for home- Our real home, the red door." She sobbed to him and ran to his embrace, he enjoyed it and savored the moment with her, despite her crying into his chest. He patted her back, and another hand stroking her hair which she always liked.

"I hate him, Viserys. Why can't he choose a woman to marry for himself than using us as pawns, all for his damned Iron Throne." He gritted his teeth because it was true, it was their older brothers fault for all of this, and now he would lose her sister to a savage heathen rather than someone who deserved her and her kind and gentle heart, Me... He trailed in thought before being brought out of it by his beloved sister.

"Let's run away. Just you and me, it's all we ever will need." She suggested and he was awfully tempted to agree, to take her and find a horse and leave this place. He can work as a Sellsword and she a shopkeeper and they would have a child together and live forever happy and away from Viserys. Yet reality sunk itself in, Viserys would have him killed, The Usurper would send his assassins and those Savages would stop at nothing to kill him, he wept as he realized that running away together might give them a few years of happiness, but it wouldn't last and they would be killed.

He tore himself away and left, he had to ensure her health and safety and not his desired future... Now it's all ashes to the life chosen for his sister.

Flash Back End...

He should have done what he wanted, otherwise, his sister would not have died, or not after a few months and they would have a son and daughter, they would be owners of a home in Braavos or anywhere. But as he assumed long ago, it's all ashes now and his sister is gone and those dragons are her legacy, he will save them to save the last parts of her. I'm coming, my children, fathers coming! He thought with fury as he made it to that large tower and jumped from his horse. He didn't hesitate before going up those steps and getting his children.

He walked around the tower and found nothing, he had to walk around three times and shouting for Pyat Pree to come and face him then suddenly a door opened out from the wall and he hesitated before unsheathing his sword, remembering the words Drogo had once told him and Dany had translated to saying, "Do not fear death... I do not fear it." He muttered and went inside the doorway, darkness is all that he would see for a long while.

He was brought to a room, there were six doors and at the center was a table and Pyat was standing near it.

"I thank you for coming, to visit us," Pyat said gleefully, the amused expression making him sick.

"Where are they! Answer me, wizard." He called out and pointed his sword at the warlock who laughed lightly, enraging him further.

"You will be with them shortly, here: drink and see, my King." He didn't trust the strange liquid in that vile the man was holding, he attempted to attack and was subdued by three more warlocks who disarmed him and held him still, he got nervous and panicked when Pyat pulled the cap from the vile and forced him to drink it despite how hard he struggled against them. "Now dream and know everything you wish. See what you don't. Beget what you desire." He saw only blackness afterward and didn't know how long he had been asleep, he woke soon enough onto the ground in the same room.

He didn't wake for some time, and when he did he found himself inside of a room.

It wasn't Qarth or the House of the Undying, the walls were too darkened and it was a wet place. He was laid up in bed too, he rose quickly at the sound of screaming, throwing the door open he ran down the hall all the way down to a lightened room which was guarded by men in black and red armor but what he did notice was the three-headed dragon on his chest.

They didn't seem to notice him at all like he was phantom. His breathing became heavy as he slowly opened the door and saw the screaming woman. She was pregnant and giving birth, servant scurrying about and a middle-aged man he remembered being Ser Willem Darry and his eyes widened at everything, looking at the woman and seeing silver hair, Mother He thought with unbelieving eyes and thought that this couldn't be.

"Push my Queen, keep pushing. There! That's it!" the whines of a child was ringing throughout the room, he was excited and approached the bed and saw a girl, Dany, He smiled at seeing his sister. His mother was crying out again, he realized that he was coming now and soon enough a baby boy was born from his mothers womb, "A baby girl and boy, your grace." the maids stated and his mother smiled, but she was fading and he knew what was coming.

"I must... Name them... I don't." She saved her breath and beckoned to have her children brought over, first the girl whom his mother whispered "Daenerys... " Next was him or his child self, "... D- Daeron."

"Mother!" He tensed and turned to see his brother, he wasn't a child but a full grown man and was covered in molten gold.

He turned back and his mother, him and Dany were gone and so was everyone else. It was only him and his dead brother, looking at him with enraged eyes, could have killed him if it were possible. Viserys approached and suddenly found himself a scared boy as he's always been, Viserys never missed a chance terrorize him and Dany when they were younger.

"YOU!" Viserys raged and stormed up to him, grabbing him by the scruff of his neck. "You and that Horse-Whore of a sister let him kill me, kinslayer!" No! He roared in his thoughts, "See me. See what will happen to you, too." Viserys threatened and forced a separation and dug in.

"It was your fault, you had to be impatient for your throne! Don't blame Dany or me or her husband!" He shouted and ran away, down the corridor and threw open another door and was taken elsewhere.

This time he was put into a throne room, tapestries of dragons and dragon head hung from the ceilings and pillars. A the end of the room was the chair Viserys fondly spoke of to him and Daenerys, his eyes widened at seeing the throne of a thousand swords and was put in a terrible awe. This was the chair of power his father lost, his brother died for and what Viserys craved. Yet it was also the thing his sister had died for and he was thrown into more anger.

He walked past it and into another dark hall, he walked far and the hall got darker and colder as he got to the end and the door was wide and large. The wall began to raise and he saw the outside, it wasn't the Red Keep his brother talked about but a cold waste. Snow and ice, yet he felt no real chill and walked onward for the longest time. Looking behind he saw what he came out of, it wasn't a castle but a wall, a large wall and taller than any he had seen.

He remembered what Pyat said, "know everything you wish. See what you don't. Beget what you desire." He recited and closed his eyes, dreaming something warm and was placed elsewhere, he was now in a shop, clothes and fruit were placed everywhere on the shop's shelves and poles. He was also dressed differently, clothes he remembered the nobility of Braavos wore on their person and was brought out of his revelry when he heard a child.

"Papa!" He turned and saw a white-haired and amethyst eyed child, he was in shock as the five-year-old boy. On instinct he knelt and embraced the child, breathing heavily and was wondering what was happening.

"Didn't think you would be home so soon, will you be staying?" His eyes widened as he looked upon his dead sister, now alive and matured to adulthood. She was as beautiful as she's always been, he hefted the boy into his arms and approached her, putting a hand on her cheek and she felt warm, alive even. "You're quiet, my love. Please, answer me? Will you not stay." She asked again and his happy face fell as he realized the tragic truth.

It's all a lie, dreams of tragedy, seeing his mother fade, him and Dany bearing a son, Viserys returning and cursing him. He sighed and handed their imagined son to his imagined sister, a sister he could not save. She looked at him with a frown and strode towards the door and opened it to leave and found himself back into the House of the Undying, and he smiled seeing his dragons on the table and went to them. A chain stopped him from going to them and they senses this, crying out to him desperately and he tugged, doing the same to get free and yet his hand wouldn't come free from it.

"Ah! A father wanting his children, a plight I would put myself behind." Pyat snickered as he came from behind the door, "And for many years you will be together for they are stronger in your presence, and in both makes us stronger in return. This is your home now, King Daeron is no more and now... You are ours." The wizard riddled and he glared in anger, tugging on the chain again but not in desperation... In a rage, a rage he would use to kill Pyat.

He smirked and caught the victorious Pyat off guard, "What? What is so great about being our slave." He asked him and he looked back at Daegon and his brothers who tipped their necks sideways, he nodded and turned back to his enemy and stood tall and defiant to the warlocks comment on slavery.

"The dragon is no slave... Dracarys."

In a burst, subtle but strong his dragons bathed Pyat in flames. The man's magic could do nothing to help as he died, screaming until he was silenced.

He had his dragons burn everything in the tower, setting it all ablaze and as he rode back to the manse a tower burned from behind him. He returned back to the manse in silence and told Jorah and the others to ready themselves to leave, but first, they would go to Xaro once more to get their justice. He was sleeping, soundly and Doreah was rested beside him. He approached the bed and yanked the key from his neck which jerked Xaro awake.

"Your grace?! I, I can understand!" Doreah tried to speak but a glare from Rakharo silenced her, his friend wanted revenge for Irri and he would let him have it for he's learned a few things in that tower. Cruelty and Justice must be measured for a good benefit, too much and he would become a Mad King.

"Enough, you two. Follow me." He said to them and Daegon nuzzled his head to his cheek.

He, Jorah, Kovarro, Rakharo and the other two walked down to Xaro's vault and opened it. There was nothing which meant it was all just another lie, a lie he would get recompense for. He turned to Rakharo, nodding and the Dothraki grunted and pushed Doreah into the vault, though Xaro was left out.

"My King! Please have mercy!" His violet eyes narrowed onto her, silencing her whimpers.

"You betrayed me, betrayed Irri for taking her life. You allowed Xaro to take my children and slaughter my people. Your death will be slow, I promise that." He had her held back by binds as the vault was closed, he locked it and Vaeleris melted the medallion into nothing. His then landed on Xaro, he would have words with him and take advantage of the situation. "For killing my people, you will give me a hundred men at arms. For taking my dragons, ten chests of gold and a fine ship and crew. I will leave here and never return, for if I find more trouble and it leads back here to Qarth? Fire and blood will follow... Goodbye, King Xaro." He walked away then, victorious and had learned much in his time since coming to this city.

Three days later all he demanded of the King of Qarth was given to him, and they set sail on the fourth day, their course was simply put... Westeros.