The Gold Wedding

Daeron

The rightful King of the Seven Kingdoms was irate, dealing with all of these people.

"How many ships can be assured?" The Triarch's all looked at him, while he waits for them to answer his request.

It's been a couple months and so far, no real ships have been made and the Tiger himself promised him a fleet. So where is it? Taelarys twiddled his fingers before answering him.

"I commanded the port-master to begin building as many as he could, I assure you that you will get your ships soon," Was Taelarys answer for him.

He took them on faith, no choice other than to trust they will deliver on their promise to assist him. He left the Triarch tower and found his companions waiting for him, he smiled and together all of them began heading back to their hold.

It's been hard, without Missandei being by his side, yet he has to try and think like a King instead of a boy in love.

Then his dragons were under the chain, unable to fly but he still visited them and fed them their meals. Daegon was the only one who seemed to be restless, he didn't like it here and that worried him but he just put it behind the black-winged dragon wanting to fly once more and soar the sky. He made himself swear that he won't chain them again when they go to Westeros, where they'll be allowed freedom to fly and perch wherever they wish to be.

At least until he's rebuilt the Dragon Pit, Barristan and Jorah told him that it was crumbled and in ruins but he'd rebuild it and make it larger.

Barristan and Jorah had also finished with most, if not all of his martial training. Now it's just a matter of testing his skill on an experienced Westerosi Knight, Barristan told him that there thousands of skilled knights who serve the Baratheons and Lannisters, Jaime Lannister especially.

Long ago his sister spoke of what she will do with House Lannister, it was Tywin who sacked his father's city and it was Jaime who killed him. Where his sister wondered, Viserys was outspoken about it all. Viserys wanted to burn House Lannister to the ground, starting from the youngest child to the old lion himself. Daenerys envisioned herself ruling them until Robert tried to poison her and then they were all to die when they went west, she was adamant about it all.

It's his turn now to decide on what to do about his families enemies. Will he burn them, like Viserys had wanted? Or subdue and exile them, like his sister? He rubbed the right side of his face thinking about it. Decisions for the future, I suppose, He thought as he walked the streets of Volantis, seeing all of these people.

It when they reached a group of people standing at the entrance of the temple of Rh'llor that he stopped, hearing the many people chanting and praying to their god. It reminded him of when he met the head Priestess, who visited shortly after moving into the manse Malaquo gave him.

Before this...

"My King, you have a visitor." He perked his head up when Rakharo and Kovarro brought in a woman in red, she looked quite beautiful for a priestess.

She was a tall woman, her hair is pitch black and eyes the same color. She came close to him and bowed, her eyes never leaving his sight then stepped back two to three paces before introducing herself to him and his household.

"Daeron Seaborn. Father of Dragons. King of Westeros. Liberator of Yunkai and Astapor. And the Last Dragon." She started, naming off his titles and he was quite surprised he's picked up so many is such a short span of time. "I am Kinvara, the High Priestess of the Temple of Rh'llor." She ended and he smiled respectively with a polite nod and stood up from his chair.

"Lady Kinvara, it is a pleasure to meet you. What have I done to get such a visit?" He asked and she didn't say anything, for a moment he thought he offended her until spoke to him.

"I foresaw your arrival to our city, and I've come to tell you to be wary of threats from within." He wanted to reach for his sword, thinking she was threatening him, she chuckled before clarifying, "I am no threat to you. You are the Lord's Chosen, to lead all men against the Great Other. No, I mean to warn you not to trust the Triarch's, even the one who is most devout to god." He was in disbelief, it was all so confusing and worrying for him to hear.

After this...

After Kinvara's warning, he's secretly bolstered his force by another 200 men. At night he takes the chains off of his children, allowing them to walk freely within the manse to protect him and if he leaves to visit the Triarch's then he takes a hundred of his most skillful Unsullied.

He'll play the part of a naive King, toying with Malaquo and his people until he has his ships and if by any chance that the Triarch's thinks to doublecross him, then he'll slaughter them and claim this city as his own. He will raise every slave and noble to join his army and build thousands of ships, then leave for Westeros.

"My King, come at me!" He lunged at Barristan and a clash of steel took place, a young warrior and a legend sparring.

He is a good warrior, at least that's what his two Kingsguard said to him. His training in governing will be the biggest test, he hopes he does it well but he'll also have to get a wise counsel to aid him in being the great King he wants to be.

Parrying the attack from Barristan he swung left, deflecting it and pushed his protector back but it proved to be a grave mistake when Barristan maneuvered right and kicked the back of his leg and made him tumble to the ground, he huffed and slammed a hand on the ground in defeat.

"You are getting better and better every day, my King. It's only natural that a King isn't as a great as his Kingsguard, because then why need a protector." His adviser stated, he nodded and had his knight help him to his feet. He dusted himself off and handed a guard his sword, he wished he had a better blade then that would help him plenty and possibly a Valyrian steel like his ancestors had.

"It's fine, now I just need five more great knights and then I am set." He responded, patting Selmy on the back with a smile.

The rest of the day was fine until dinner time when his personal steward opened the door and walked over to him. He was curious, who would be disturbing him at this hour of the night which was his favorite part as well. "My King, Lord Malaquo is here to see you." He was surprised, Malaquo despised him since he's come to the city and now he's here in the middle of the night.

He sighed and called for Barristan and Jorah to come with him to the entrance, he would at least be cordial and greet his guest instead of forcing him to come to him. True to his word, Malaquo was standing right at the entrance with the best smile on his face, a face he doesn't trust and never will believe was real.

"'King' Daeron," Malaquo went first, saying hello and such.

"Lord Malaquo Maegyr, what do I owe the pleasure?" He asked and the man gave him a snarky smile, it irritated him to no end.

"There is a wedding taking place tomorrow evening, one of Vaereon's nephews is getting married and he wanted you to come. His exact words were: It would honor me to have the King of Westeros give my niece-in-law away because she has no family." He folded his arms, analyzing every word said to him.

This was a trap, he could sense it and he wanted to tell him to leave but they'd notice that. Turning he saw Jorah giving him a wary look, Barristan feels the same and so they have one of two choices, they could refuse and it could lead to a battle throughout the city or accept and go to the wedding with a trump card. He accepted the invitation, knowing all of this instead of wasting the thousands of soldiers in his army for a slaughter of three dozen, it made sense.

"What do we do?" Barristan asked and he sighed, they'll need to prepare for this next fight.

"First, we need blueprints of the city." Jorah was curious, looking at him strangely.

"What for?" He was asked. A smile crept on his lips and took a deep breath, ready to explain it to them.

"Enough for a hundred men... And a dragon."

Malaquo

Upon returning to his home he visited his child and wife, spending as much time with them as possible.

Because tomorrow he might die in disposing of a threat to his family, that and so his sister may return home from that wartorn Westeros. It has taken a month, but Tywin's made good on his assistance, even sending a Westerosi Knight to assist him in the form of Ser Harys Swyft.

It would happen like a craven, but better than risking the lives of his people and soldiers. Daeron and all of his advisers would be in attendance, they will be slaughtered the dragons will also be slain for the risk of those creatures running amok is too dangerous to allow to happen, then victory will be assured.

"I want both of you to leave the city, tonight." He finally told them, shocking his sister-wife, "Take as much gold and servants you can, but you both have to leave here and not come back if I don't come for you." He added and she began shedding tears, so much that even he was crying as well.

He doesn't want them to leave, he wished there was a safer way for this to be done but there isn't. He just held them for as long as he could, until they left.

Watching them leave from the home reminded him of when he saw his sister leave, shortly after he almost drowned in the river. He also remembered the slave who saved him and how much he and Talisa pled for that man's life to be spared the torment of death. The slave was spare, freed and given a home to call his own for his heroism, the first act where a slave rose in rank from property to his own man.

Tonight is another moment where an act of heroism has to be made, where he has to stop a threat from destroying them because he believes in his very heart that Daeron means his city harm, it always does and always will.

And tonight in this farce of a celebration, the reign of the dragon kings ends in the same fashion as their hideous words... Fire and Blood.

Daeron

"My King, this isn't wise. We shouldn't be here."

Jorah was correct, this isn't wise but it's better they get this out and in the open. The Triarch's aren't his friends, just like Xaro and the Thirteen weren't his friends, he wants this to be done.

Under the formal attire, he was wearing a set of chainmail, along with everyone and refused to surrender their weapons. It was a time of war, he said and told House Vaemond's steward that they cannot let their weapons go, the man seemed nervous and eventually let them through.

"It's alright, is Grey Worm ready to move?" He asked and Barristan nodded grimly.

"As shameful as this is, yes. They are making their way here with Daegon as we speak and 100 of our best soldiers." Giving a stern nod he continued into the dancing hall where they were announced, another steward called out their names.

"King Daeron of the House Targaryen. Ser Barristan the Bold. Ser Jorah of House Mormont!" There had to be at least a hundred people in this hall, a guard around every corner.

The guards were wearing the Tiger Guard outfit, so Kinvara was right when she gave his men a hundred sets so his Unsullied come in undetected other than Daegon. They take the perimeter of the palace, then seizing the gate and finally having a talk with the Triarch's before taking their defensive fleet for his own.

"I am happy you could make it, the ceremony is just about to begin," Vaereon said and he caught the man's arm, making the Triarch jump a little.

"I thought you wanted me to give your niece away, what is the meaning of this?" He demanded and the man's eyes widened, widened in shock and surprise.

"Th- There was a change, Hey! Where are you going?" He turned on his heels to leave.

This was a mistake and he should have gone back to his camp instead of trying to play the game. "Let's go! Maybe we can call off this- " He tried to say and before another word could leave his lips, the doors of the hall opened again and the steward announced another arrival, and it wasn't what he wanted to hear.

"Rise for the arrival of his graces Queen, Missandei of Naath!" He was frozen in place, hearing her name and seeing her and what these people have done to her.

Missandei, his love and the girl who made him feel again was standing far from him. She was stripped naked and had bruises and scratches all over her, and a damned slave collar and crown on her head which was burned off. He choked and took a step forward, another mistake when an arrow pierced him in the shoulder that sent him to the ground.

All around him, men wearing red and banners of lions approached with those in Tiger Guard. A song was playing and it sounded Westerosi, Jorah helped him to his feet and he unsheathed his sword. Pointing it at the man responsible for this, Malaquo Maegyr, head of the Triarchy and his friends, Vaereon and Taelarys.

"I'm going to kill you! Release her!" He demanded of Malaquo who threw Missandei down the steps but not before gutting her with a dagger, he acted quickly and caught her and brought her close to him. "Missandei, do you hear me? Please open your eyes! Open your eyes!" He cried out and she slowly opened them, a ghost of a smile on her lips.

"... Daeron... I came... Back to... You... " She uttered, bringing a hand to caress his cheek which was wet from tears. Malaquo laughing brought his glare at the man, he is going to kill that man.

"You said you were going to marry her, right? Well, too late for that... King Daeron." A Westerosi came from behind Melaquo.

"Enough toying with them, kill the Last Dragon! Send him to his family, and those serving him as well!" The Knight cried out and in groups, the soldiers began marching down with their weapons drawn. Missandei was gone from the stillness in her form and he wept once more, first his sister and now Missandei.

He is cursed, he knows that now and wished he could give his life to bring them back, he caressed her cheek and wished this was all a terrible dream and that he will wake up and in her presence once more. "My King! Get up! She's gone, we have to fight for her." Jorah told him, shaking him back to reality. He took a deep breath and kissed her on the lips before whispering that he'll be back for her.

He got to his feet again and readied for the hordes of enemies attacking, "Kill them all!" He commanded, before diving in with Barristan and Jorah.

They fought as hard as they could, but three against dozens never ends well in the old tales told to them by Ser Willem Darry, they ended in death and he had no qualms about dying but he'll be taking Malaquo and his allies with him before that is done. He parried away one blow, then ran his sword into the soldier's throat, sending the dead plummeting to the ground.

Eventually, he found himself fighting the Westerosi Knight, a rooster on his breast. From House Swyft, He thought as he remembered reading in the books given to his sister. He evaded one blow and swung in attacking next, before kicking him back, a few moments of clashing steel before taking the man's head from his shoulder and yelled out victoriously.

They were surrounded, no way of escaping and archers were readying their arrows. Looking around he saw that they didn't even defeat twenty men, tensing he readied to fight to his last and make his death count. "Are you two with me?" He whispered, Jorah told him always and Ser Barristan nodded with a strong face.

Before another attack began, the roof of the palace was destroyed and three monstrous roars were heard, he smiled widely for his children are here.

Out from the crevices of the hall, his own soldiers and the devout members of the Red God began to swarm in, battling the enemy soldier's and cutting them down. He looked for Malaquo and found him and his two allies fleeing from the battle, so he gave chase with Jorah, Barristan, and Kovarro following him.

The Palace of the Triarchy became a battleground, it seemed it was inevitable in the end. Looking out from one of the walls, flames were seen in the direction of his camp, Volantis's forces are battling his own, hopefully, Daario is leading the defenses. Turning his eyes back on the task he ran after Malaquo, Rakharo whipped his whip and brought down Vaereon, Kovarro threw two daggers at Taelarys back and he tackled Malaquo through a door leading into the palaces throne room.

Malaquo was a fighter and punched him in the face, then loosening himself from his grip and getting a good distance away.

"Bastard! You and your family have been nothing but trouble, centuries ago Volantis would have been the new Valyria. Your ancestor came with his dragons and took us down, it's time for House Targaryen and their mad regime to end!" He listened to the man rant about a past grievance, he couldn't care less for it.

"Stop!" He shouted for his knights to hold, this is his fight to finish and life to take. "He is mine!" He seethed and readied to attack.

"I lead the Lost Legion, I command this city! I will take your life!" Malaquo shouted is hate before coming at him.

Daeron/Malaquo

Both men were blinded with rage as they clashed steel with one another, inside of Daeron it is about vengeance, vengeance for Missandei who died in his arms and for the life she was supposed to have. Darker thoughts turned to what he will do to his love, the same pain he is feeling must be repaid in full.

For Malaquo, this duel is for his family, for his child, a daughter who can live her life without fearing the return of dragons that have exterminated whole peoples before the Doom. He is fighting so his city can thrive, so they don't need to fear the flames that destroyed them once centuries ago.

They both are clashing ideals, one side is to fight for his birthright and one is for his city. And one of them is ending in mere moments.

"You and your followers shouldn't have come here, when will you Targaryen's learn your place?" Daeron gritted his teeth at Malaquo's taunt, further angering him to fight.

"I'm going to avenge her! I will kill you!" Daeron shouted and pushed the older man back, coming back at Malaquo harder with swifter swings.

Malaquo was skilled, Daeron will give him that at least, the Triarch is proving his metal. He narrowed his eyes as he remembered Barristan's move the day before this one, so he acted fast and allowed Malaquo to come at him and clash.

Malaquo sensed something was coming, Daeron is no fool to give ground to his enemy, I have to anger him, He thought as he whispered out, "My men had their orders, they would capture your lover but I said nothing of what to do with her, so... " His hinting did the trick and Daeron roared in vicious rage.

It proved to be his mistake when Daeron evaded his swings, maneuvering right and came on his side and kicked his foot forward. He plummeted to the ground in a resounding thud, his sword hand was being stepped on which made him let go of his sword. Daeron looked at him with rage in his violet eyes, tear stains on his cheeks from his woman dying and he for killing her. Dragon roars and sounds of men fighting helped him go to sweeter thoughts, it calmed him down.

"You and the Triarch's are finished, now, now you... " Daeron said but lost his words, he looked to the sky and watched his three children land in front of him. Malaquo laughed loudly and spit at his boots, mocking him in a way.

"Lost your roar? Little worm! You can't kill me after coming so far?" He grinned darkly which made the Triarch look at him with confusion, he began backing away and watching as Malaquo got back to his feet as Daegon and his brothers approached closer and closer, "You won't kill me?!" Malaquo shouted at him.

"No, your death needs to be felt far more terribly than a sword... Feed!" He commanded and it began suddenly.

Daegon lifted Malaquo by his shoulders and arm, Wildfyre bit at his right leg and waist, Malaquo's cries and screams echoed like a sweet song to his ears. Vaeleris dug him as well and the three dragons tore him in three big pieces and bits of blood splattered on his cheek, yet he only felt glad. Malaquo and the rest of them deserved the most gruesome death as possible and what better than being feasted upon by the scaled creatures of his House.

"My King!" He slowly turned and saw Daario approaching.

"I see you've defeated Malaquo's army?" Daario nodded and handed him the coat of arms of House Maegyr, a good prize for him.

"Not without some help, an unexpected ally came to assist us." He was going to question him before a group of soldiers walked over to him and knelt.

"Who are you, people?" He asked and one of the men got to his feet, taking off his helm and gestured for two figures to approach.

One was a bald man, another was a dwarf with two mismatched eyes. Jorah and Barristan got in front of him, swords drawn and serious looks on their faces.

"Who are you two?" He asked again and wouldn't ask again. The first man who gestured the other two to approached introduced himself.

"My name is Harry Strictland, Commander of the Golden Company, and these men here are... "

"I am Lord Varys, Master of Whispers for your father." The Bald one said and next was the other.

"And I am Tyrion of the House Lannister, it is an honor to meet you, King Daeron of the House Targaryen."