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Myr, with Percy...

"I can't believe we're back in this shithole of a city." Viserys grumbled.

The city of Myr slowly came into view of the Targaryens, and Percy couldn't help but agree. This city didn't particularly make him feel nice and safe. But alas, their reason for being in Myr overruled his ire.

"Are you sure the golden company is in Myr, old man?" Viserys asked Jon.

The weathered knight grumbled but nonetheless responded affirmatively. "I am almost positive, my prince. The last time I heard, the company was in a contract with Myr." Jon told him.

"And when was the last time you heard this, Jon?" Percy's question made Jon pause.

"Uh…a year ago I think...maybe two." Jon said unsurely.

Percy looked at the knight, "Were you drunk when you heard this information?" He immediately knew the answer by Jon's embarrassed look.

"Well to be fair, I used to always be drunk." Jon mumbled, gaining eye rolls from the Targaryens.

"Well if they are here, how are they supposed to help us reclaim the Iron Throne if they're already in a contract?" Daenerys asked.

"Once me and Viserys start to show our worth it won't be too hard to climb the ranks... hopefully. And once I become Captain-General, we'll terminate the contract." Percy explained.

"It's Viserys and I." Viserys corrected with a smug smile, earning a dry look from Percy.

Daenerys chewed her lip in thought, "But what if they just turn us away." She pointed out.

"I wouldn't worry, princess. I know the Captain-General well enough. Harry Strickland isn't the type of man to send the rightful king and the last of the Targaryens away. He'll see this as an opportunity." Jon told her.

Percy fidgeted with the pommel of Truth, his eyes scouted the dock ahead. "What kind of man is this Harry Strickland? Can he be trusted not to betray us?" He asked Jon.

"Harry used to be the company's paymaster before the previous Captain-General died. He has a nose for gold but not the belly for battle. I doubt he'd betray us." Jon assured.

"If he's only a greedy coward, then why is he still Captain-General?" Viserys asks.

Jon shrugged, "He pays the men well and makes sure that all of their needs are met." He replied.

"Then it won't be too hard to oust him. We just have to show the men of the company that we can give them better." Viserys says.

Jon gave him an amused look, "Strickland boasts enough gold for four generations. We don't even have nearly a quarter as much gold as him. Maybe after a few years in the company-" Percy cut him off.

"We don't have years. I want to have peace now, not when we're about to drop dead." He said, frowning as his brain tried to come up with a plan.

"So what do you suggest, your grace? We don't have many options left." Jon pointed out making Percy frown even deeper.

Daenerys hummed thoughtfully, "Why don't you just show them how great of a warrior you are, Perseus? I'm sure the company's men would rather follow a skilled warrior than a coward." She said.

Viserys shook his head, "As long as their coffers are full they couldn't care less who leads them." He said, irritated.

"We'll figure out what to do next once we're actually in the company." Percy decided, putting aside the matter for now.

If the company's men really did only care about gold then this was going to be harder than Percy thought. His overall plan was to take control of the largest sellsword company in Essos and then sail to conquer the Seven Kingdoms. A little straight forward but there was no reason to make intricate plans when a simple miscalculation could spell destruction for any long-term plans. It was better to plan carefully and then act quickly so they always had the element of surprise.

Percy's lips curved into a wistful smile. If Annabeth were here she would probably be berating him about how stupid he was for missing the obvious solution. He was actually glad that he had paid attention when Annabeth used to talk about strategy and all the war games he played in Camp Jupiter. Because if he hadn't done any of those things he would have had absolutely no clue how to wage war against anyone let alone an entire kingdom.

Once they docked and secured their ship the Targaryens set out into the city. According to Jon, the company was usually set up somewhere outside of the city walls but a lot of the men liked to drink and do other things in the city.

As they traversed the city they admired all of the different items for sale. Instead of Lys's luxury goods like red wine, dresses and perfumes, Myr had much more practical products ranging from tapestries, carpets and even mirrors. Percy was quick to purchase a small mirror from a vendor. He wasn't a narcissist or anything but he really underestimated the usefulness of mirrors. Not being able to see himself every once in a while was...odd.

A low whine drew Percy's attention and he turned to see Daenerys staring intently at a beautiful, high cut white and gold embroidered dress inside of a shop.

Percy came beside her, "That's a beautiful dress." He stated, impressed.

Daenerys slowly looked away from the dress, "It's alright, I suppose." She muttered, even as she stole a few glances at the dress.

"I can buy you it if you want?" Percy offered with an amused smile.

"Could you please, Perseus?" Daenerys looked at him with puppy dog eyes.

Percy chuckled before they walked over to the smiling shopkeeper. The dress was pricey, 14 silver stags to be exact, but it was far too late to back down now, especially since Daenerys had already ran behind a curtain to change into the dress. While he waited for Daenerys to finish, he admired a few other items in the shop.

"How do I look?" He looked up from the golden wreath he had been looking at and what he saw almost made him drop said wreath.

Standing in front of him was Daenerys in her new white and gold dress. The dress fell down to the top of her ankles but was slit on the sides, exposing her legs and hips. Said legs had golden laces winding from the middle of her thigh down to her ankles. A golden belt was wrapped around her waist and the long silver hair that fell over each of her shoulders was encircled by a golden headpiece. The top portion of the dress covered her torso but left the top of her developing bosom exposed. To say the least, Daenerys rocked a dress better than some goddesses he knew. It was no surprise that she was drawing leering looks from the men in the shop.

"You look...good." Percy said, surprised.

Daenerys beamed. "You think so? My shoes don't really match though." She pouted, looking down at her worn pair of brown leather boots.

The shopkeeper cleared his throat with a knowing smile. "I believe these would match quite perfectly, my dear." He showed off a pair of golden heels in his hands.

"Why didn't you give her the shoes when you gave her the dress?" Percy narrowed his eyes at the shopkeeper.

"Because they're sold separately." He replied innocently as Daenerys began bouncing up and down on her toes in excitement.

"Oh, can I please have them, Perseus? Pretty please!" Daenerys pleaded, her movements were unknowingly making her breasts jump up and down.

Percy shot the surrounding men a vicious warning glare. "Alright, I'll buy them! Now stop doing that." Daenerys squealed in delight before she snatched the heels from the shopkeeper.

"How much for the shoes and this?" Percy asked, holding up the wreath.

While he wasn't one to buy accessories and doubted he would ever take a liking to it, the wreath reminded him of New Rome. Percy grimaced when a greedy smile came onto the shopkeepers face. He could already hear the sorrowful wails of his coin pouch.

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Sometime later, with Percy…

A scowling Percy and smiling Daenerys walked alongside Viserys and Jon. "I still can't believe you paid that much silver on a pair of shoes. That shopkeeper practically robbed you." Viserys guffawed.

Viserys had decided to buy two new gold engraved sword sheaths for his two (also new) golden hilt scimitars. His old leather armor was replaced by a matching golden light armor chestplate, greaves and arm gauntlets. A gold cloth was wrapped under his shoulder-length hair and covered his forehead.

The Targaryen prince honestly looked like a golden ninja. Percy would have definitely brought this up, if he was in the mood for jokes that is.

"I'm glad you're having a laugh at my expense. It's not like I couldn't not buy the shoes, I already bought Dany the dress." Percy grumbled, embarrassed.

Daenerys nodded in agreement, "It was a necessary purchase." She said with a serious look that made them sweat drop.

"You could have at least bought some armor. Even the Old Man bought armor." Viserys gestured towards Jon who looked a lot like what a sworn knight should look.

His rusted red armor had been replaced with a golden heavy armor set with a black cloak. Jon had even decided to trim his beard which made him look a bit younger. Though that didn't stop Viserys from calling him old.

Percy clicked his teeth, "How could I know that the company doesn't just give you a set of armor when you join?" It was far too late for him to buy armor as well. Most of the shops and vendors had closed once nightfall came.

"I'm sure they'll have an extra set of armor for you, your grace." Jon comforted him with a shoulder pat.

"If we can even find them. Are you sure they're inside of the city?" Viserys asked Jon.

Jon nodded, "The company patrols around the city during the day and at night they rest. Some travel inside of the city walls for drinks and entertainment." He told him.

Ahead of them, roars of laughter came from inside of a lighted tavern. Music and drunken singing could be heard as well. It sounded like a super bowl party was being thrown.

"Well, I guess this would be the best place to find them." Percy muttered before they began making their way to the tavern entrance.

The inside looked as raucous as it sounded. A few men were rough-housing with each other, others were singing drunken tunes or laughing with a whore in their lap, and some were just passed out on the floor.

Viserys grinned wildly at the welcoming sight, "This is my type of place." His attention was quickly drawn to the rear of a passing whore who gave him a saucy smirk.

"We aren't here to get drunk or get laid." Percy looked around the tavern for any signs of the Golden Company.

Viserys snorted, "Tell that to the Old Man." They looked to see Jon a few feet away chugging down a bottle of ale. The red haired man downed the bottle, letting out a loud burp before freezing as he realized the Targaryens were looking directly at him.

" 'Tis just a sip, your grace. I was a bit parched from the journey." Jon murmured, wiping his mouth.

Percy gave him a disbelieving look before resuming his earlier task of finding the Golden Company. "They look like they're part of the Golden Company." He gestured over to a group of men all wearing some type of golden armor or clothes.

Jon followed Percy's gaze, "Yes, I remember some of those men from my own time in the company." He said.

"Let's introduce ourselves then." Viserys grinned before swaggering his way over to the group of men.

Percy grabbed ahold of Daenerys's hand as they followed after him, "Stay close to me, Dany." He narrowed his eyes at the men who looked like they really wanted to approach Daenerys.

By the time they reached the group of sellswords they had already gained most of the group's attention. "Who are you? I've never seen any of you around camp." One man said, noting Viserys and Jon's golden armor.

Jon stepped forward and cleared his throat, "We require an audience with Harry Strickland." He told the group.

"I thought that was you Jon." A white haired dark skinned man said in recognition.

"Hey, Balaq. Haven't seen you in awhile." Jon grinned.

Balaq narrowed his eyes at Jon, "The last time I saw you was when you were digging around in the company's coffers." His words wiped the grin from Jon's face.

That certainly made Percy turn to Jon with a questioning expression. Jon hadn't said anything about him stealing from the Golden Company. He had only said that they had a minor fallout.

"Ah yes. Good times." Jon chuckled albeit a bit nervously.

"Thought if you brought this pretty girl here as a gift you'd be let back in, huh? I gotta admit she's a real beauty but you must be daft if you think Harry will let you back in the company." A large hulking man openly leered at Daenerys.

Viserys glared at the man, "That's my sister you're talking about, oaf. Speak of her in such a manner again and I'll cut you down to size. Starting with your head." He growled.

His words made the large man stand up angrily, easily towering above everyone present. "What did you just say to me?" He started walking forward threateningly prompting Viserys to get ready to draw his swords.

"Enough, Duncan." A boy suddenly spoke with authority, "I apologize on behalf of my fellow soldier. He didn't mean to disrespect such a beautiful lady." He grinned suavely at Daenerys who seemed to redden immediately the moment she looked at him.

The teenaged boy had an almost unnatural shade of black hair paired with dark blue eyes. He looked a bit younger than Percy himself and one could tell that he held a high amount of respect from the other sellswords by the way they quieted down. His golden light armor set was pristine looking, as if he hadn't even been in a battle yet. Though Percy knew that was impossible due to his next observation of the man. Five gold arm rings adorned his right arm. Apparently each ring symbolized a year of servitude to the Golden Company.

Duncan continued to glare at Viserys who returned his glare with even more intensity before the man finally sat back down with an annoyed grunt.

Percy decided to finally introduce himself, "My name is Perseus Targaryen. Rightful king of the Seven Kingdoms. This is my family, Prince Viserys Targaryen and Princess Daenerys Targaryen. As my sworn knight has said, I wish to speak with your Captain-General, Harry Strickland." He said formally. While he hated acting so formal he knew that his title of rightful king was probably the only thing that would make these men listen. It seemed to do just that as all the men's eyes widened at his declaration and they began to look at them in a new light.

"And how do we know you're actually Targaryens. We haven't heard about the exiled Targaryens in years." Balaq said slowly.

Jon scoffed, "I wouldn't be with them if I didn't know if they were Targaryens or not, now would I, Balaq?" He said smartly.

Percy continued to meet the gaze of the black haired teen whose dark eyes now glittered with intrigue. "The infamous Targaryens. I thought you were all dead to be honest." After another moment of holding Percy's gaze he smirked. "Tristan Waters, commander of the Golden Company's infantry. At your service, my king." The last part was practically dripping with a sarcastic undertone but Percy didn't call him out on it. He didn't need to make any more enemies.

"It's nice to meet you, Tristan Waters. Now how about that meeting with Harry Strickland." Percy brought things back to where they were.

Tristan's brow raised in surprise. If Percy had to guess the boy's reaction was probably due to not expecting him to show a bastard any sort of respect. That in itself was idiotic. He didn't have much faith in this society's standards but the degradation of bastards was just plain stupid. Why should the child have to suffer for the actions of their parents? Just another reason to completely topple the world's current system.

"I suppose Harry would be quite interested in meeting you." Tristan mused aloud before standing up to his feet, "Follow me then." He decided with a smile.

While Tristan and Balaq led the way, the other company members followed some ways behind them. Percy couldn't help but get twitchy at leaving his back open to a group of armed strangers. The phantom feeling of knowing that his Achilles heel was in between his shoulder blades was probably the reason.

"So where have you all been for these past years? If you don't mind me asking of course." Tristan added, though Percy could tell that he didn't really care if he was intruding or not.

"We were hiding in Lys for a few years. But after an…accident, we had to escape the city." Percy told him.

Tristan frowned in thought before his face lit back up, "Ah, were you three responsible for the Great Fire of Lys?" He asked them.

Viserys scoffed, "Please, it wasn't that big of a fire." He said.

"Quite the contrary in fact. Half of Lys burned to cinders before the fire was even contained. Tyrosh has been wreaking havoc on them ever since." Tristan informed them.

Daenerys gasped in horror, "Did we really cause that much damage?" She asked with an extremely guilty look.

Tristen nodded, "I'm afraid so, princess. Lys is barely able to hold back the Tyroshi. I wouldn't be surprised if they're all enslaved in a few years." He said flippantly.

Percy frowned at how distraught Daenerys looked so he grabbed her hand in comfort, "Hey. It was necessary, Dany. They would have killed us." He said to her.

Daenerys nodded half-heartedly before gently taking her hand back from him. Percy would be lying if he said that her action didn't slightly hurt his feelings. But he knew that she just needed to cope on her own. And it wasn't as if he wanted to burn down half of the city. He had assumed that the fire would only burn down a couple of manse's before it was contained.

"So how did you become commander of the company infantry, Tristan? If I may call you that." Percy made sure to promote in his voice that he didn't really care if the man minded it or not.

By the slight smirk on Tristan's face he definitely caught that fact. "By being the best sword in the company. I've yet to actually lose in a fight." He replied simply.

Viserys snorted, "So all I have to do is beat you in a duel and I automatically become the best swordsman in the Golden Company? You may as well hand over your title now." He boasted with a cocky grin.

"Do you really think you can beat me?" Tristan asked, looking amused.

"Viserys is a good swordsman. Not as good as Perseus though." Daenerys said with pride in her voice.

"Then I may have my work cut out for me. A beautiful maiden never lies after all." Tristan smirked, causing Daenerys's cheeks to tint red.

"Then we'll just have to see won't we." Percy glared at him, a little annoyed with his constant compliments.

"Yes, we shall." Tristan said easily.

The camp of the Golden Company was as luxurious as an army camp could get. Countless gold canvas tents were set up. Golden braziers were riddled throughout the camp to provide light within the camp. Solid gold banners with no logo were strewn about. They were then completely shocked when a very big elephant came into their view. It was at least three times the size of a full grown elephant. The behemoth's two very long and thick tusks were decorated with barbed wire and there was a war tower on its back that carried around a dozen men armed with bows. Though by the looks of it, it could carry a lot more than that.

Tristan smirked at the awed Targaryens, "It's called an Oliphaunt. An elephant bred for war. As you can see they grow to be quite big." He tells them.

"Quite big, he says. That thing is fucking gigantic!" Viserys exclaimed as the war beast passed them.

"They aren't too hard to keep under control thankfully." Balaq grunted.

"They?" Percy asked in surprise. Fighting just one of those things would be a challenge for any army.

"We have around a dozen of them." Tristan said flippantly.

Percy grimaced at the thought of facing a dozen of the oliphaunts. The Golden Company certainly lived up to its reputation as the best sellsword company in all of Essos.

The tent of the Captain-General was twice as big as all the other tents. It also had a number of human skulls that had been dipped in molten gold and put on spikes around the tent. "Death by molten gold? I wouldn't want to die like that." Viserys shuddered dramatically.

Daenerys rolled her eyes, "Those are the heads of all the company's precious Captain-General's. Their skulls are dipped into gold as a sign of respect." She explained, blinking when everyone looked at her in surprise.

"What?... I read a lot." Daenerys mumbled in embarrassment.

"Beautiful and smart. You are quite the package, Daenerys Targaryen." Tristan grinned, his eyes roaming over her.

"That's Princess Daenerys Targaryen to you." Viserys glared at him.

Tristan raised his hands in surrender, "My apologies, I have a silvertongue around beautiful women." He said slyly.

"Then perhaps I should do everyone a favor and remove that silvertongue of yours." Viserys growled.

"Wouldn't that be a blessing from the gods." Balaq grumbled.

"How about we do what we came to do first? Come along, the Captain-General is usually recounting his gold for the 6th time today." Tristan jokes, before leading them inside of the tent.

The inside looked even more luxurious than the outside. Everything looked very...golden. The last time Percy had seen so much gold was when he brought all of those imperial gold weapons back to Camp Jupiter.

"Ah, Commander Waters. What can I do for you?" A voice caught his attention.

Harry Strickland was a round face, grey haired, pudgy man. He didn't at all look like a fighter, especially not a general. As Tristan had said, the man was sitting behind a desk in the midst of counting mounds of gold coins.

His shrewdish demeanor however changed immediately once he saw the three Targaryens, "And who are these three?" Harry asked, eyeing the group.

Tristan waved his hand in front of them, "This is Perseus Targaryen, the rightful king of the Seven Kingdoms. Along with his last surviving family members Prince Viserys and Princess Daenerys."

Harry practically jumped out of his seat before he scrambled from behind his desk to quickly approach them. "Your grace, I thought you were dead. No one had heard of you in years." He stammered.

Percy looked at the man that was even shorter than him. And he wasn't very tall due to him only being a teen. He barely met the man and he already got a general idea of what kind of man the Captain-General was. How any sellsword could follow a man like Harry Strickland, he didn't know. Gold or not, there was such a thing as integrity. Or maybe he was just simply underestimating the man? Not everyone's strength was in sword fighting. Some people's greatest strength was their mind.

"We were hiding in Lys for a while. It would have been hard to pick us out from the regular Lyseni that lived there. They look similar to us after all." Perseus told the man.

Harry's eyes widened at that, "Kind of like hiding in plain sight! That is absolutely ingenious, your grace." He complimented Percy, seemingly in genuine awe of a simple act of diversion.

Percy shared a look with Viserys before he responded, "Uh, yes. Thank you. Anyway, I was hoping I could speak with you, Captain-General?" Percy asked.

"But of course, your grace. My ears are wide open to your words." Harry said, waiting in anticipation.

"I-uh meant in private." Percy said respectfully, sending glances around to the other occupants of the tent.

Harry's face lit in recognition, "Oh, of course. Commander Balaq and Waters. You may leave me here so that I may speak with the king." He told the two men.

Balaq simply nodded before leaving, "Would you like for me to show you around camp, princess?" Tristan smiled charmingly at Daenerys.

"We would love a tour. Thank you so much, Commander Waters." Viserys cut in before she could answer.

Unperturbed, a grinning Tristan began leading a swooning Daenerys and a scowling Viserys out of the tent. "Make sure Viserys doesn't kill him, Jon." Percy told the old man who nodded, looking amused, before following after them.

Usually the Old Griff would have wanted to stay by his side but then again, if Percy perished to someone like Harry Strickland he didn't deserve to be a ruler of anything.

"So. What did you wish to speak about, your grace?" Harry looked at Percy with a level of expectancy that made him falter slightly.

Percy cleared his throat before beginning, "I know that my family had a lot of enemies throughout the Known World. Some of my predecessors weren't the most kind rulers after all." Aerys the Mad, his fraternal grandfather, being one of many.

"But I am different from the other Targaryen Kings. I don't want to rule with an iron fist like so many of my past family members have done. I wish to be a stern but kind King. One that listens to the people of his kingdom. Now I know that my family lost the rebellion but I still hope to one day reclaim my birthright."

Percy sighed, "As we are now, we don't have nearly enough resources to do such a thing. But if you allow us to-" Harry cut him off.

"I'll swear fealty to you!" Harry proclaimed suddenly.

…

Percy blinked dumbly as his brain processed what was happening. "Wait, what?" He asked, shocked.

Harry nodded, "I will swear fealty to you. The Golden Company will help House Targaryen retake the Iron Throne!" He smiled.

It was impossible for Percy to hide his shock at this point. "Well that easy." The Captain-General chuckled at his shock.

"The entire reason for the Golden Company's existence was so that we could one day go back to Westeros. It was also the wish of our founder, Aegor Rivers, to help the dragons reclaim the throne. Originally the company was created for House Blackfyre but since they're all dead the spot goes to House Targaryen." Harry explained to Percy.

"In fact, I have in my possession the sword of House Blackfyre! Well, I kind of have it. I gifted it to Commander Waters after I assumed that you had died." Harry said, looking a little embarrassed.

Percy shook his head, "It's fine. I already have a Valyrian steel sword anyway." He gestured at the bastard sword on his hip, Truth.

Harry looked at Truths intricate silver hilt and the smooth red gem pommel in awe, "Truth, the sword of House Rogare! A most magnificent blade, one fit for a king I'd say." He clapped his hands in delight.

"But I do need a set of armor." Percy said, gesturing to his worn looking outfit.

"Of course, come with me, your grace! I have plenty of the extra armor for you." Harry said excitedly before waddling away.

Percy stared at Harry for a moment before following after him. He really didn't understand how a man like Harry Strickland became Captain-General. Maybe he just got lucky and was next in command when the old Captain-General had died.

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Sometime after, with Percy…

When Percy stepped out of the command tent, he looked like an entirely different person. He now wore a gold, light armor chestplate paired with one golden gauntlet on his sword arm. His other arm was mostly bare except for the gold lace wrappings that winded up his arm. Simple black trousers were tucked into golden greaves that protected his shins and knees. And a new gold and black engraved scabbard held Truth on his waist.

Harry offered to give him a helmet but Percy had refused. He had never worn a helmet before and didn't need to. That wasn't arrogance speaking, a helmet just wouldn't do much but hinder him. So instead his newly purchased wreath adorned his head.

Percy walked until he found his family and the group of sellswords from before. They were all sitting around a campfire. When Viserys saw his new attire he let out a wolf whistle.

"Look at you, all dressed up and pretty." Viserys jokes prompting snorts from some of the men present.

"Yeah, laugh it up." Percy rolled his eyes as he joined the group.

"He looks like a king but can he fight like one!" Said a round man who looked similar to Duncan.

Tristan chuckled from where he lounged next to Daenerys, "I'm sure King Perseus's sword skills are adequate, Denys. He would look like a fool if he had a Valyrian steel sword and didn't know how to use it." He said.

Percy focused on the bastard commander, "Then you must be as good as you say you are. Harry told me how he gifted Blackfyre to you." He glanced at the sword on Tristan's waist.

At the name of their family's ancestral blade, Viserys's head snapped to Tristan. Sheathed in a red and black scabbard was the black, engraved hilt of Blackfyre. The infamous red ruby gem embedded in the crossguard gleaned maliciously in the fire light.

"Why does a bastard have the sword of my ancestor!" Viserys stood up angrily, causing everyone to tense.

Tristan's eyes darkened at Viserys's remark, "Because I earned it by being the best sword in the company." He recited his words from earlier.

Viserys scoffed, "Like shit you are! You look barely the same age as Daenerys." He said in disbelief.

"What does age have to do with skill?" Tristan replied swiftly, making Viserys scowl even deeper.

"How about a wager?" Percy said suddenly, drawing everyone's attention. "Tristan, if you can beat Viserys in a spar, then you can keep Blackfyre."

Truth be told, Percy didn't really care about the sword. The only sword that felt right to him was Riptide. But he did want to see the confident boy be taken down a few pegs. Tristan was getting far too comfortable with Daenerys for his liking.

Tristan took on a thoughtful look, "Why should I accept this deal? I already earned my right to wield Blackfyre." He told Percy.

Viserys snarled in frustration, "If you beat me, then you can keep the sword and you can have my sisters hand in marriage." He promised.

"Wait, what?" Daenerys said in shock.

A grin formed on Tristan's face, "So if I beat you I get to have a beautiful sword and a beautiful wife?" Daenerys blushed at his words.

Meanwhile Percy struggled with the option of beheading Tristan and calling it a day. Tartarus would free over before he ever allowed Daenerys to marry anyone. He believed in Viserys's sword skills, his uncle's sword skills, minus the obvious physical differences, were probably on par with a demigod from the Athena cabin. But he wouldn't take any chances when it came to Daenerys.

Percy shook his head, "No. You'll only get to keep Blackfyre." Daenerys grumbled something under her breath, that Percy couldn't pick up on.

"Your honor is also on the line. If you refuse you'll just be another coward." Percy added.

Tristan scoffed at the obvious bait, "Very well. I suppose I could use a warm up." He sighed, standing to his feet.

"I'll show you a warm up." Viserys growled.

As they all moved and slowly formed a wide circle around the two, other sellswords began to gather around as well. Words of excitement filled the air.

"Is the Targaryen really challenging Commander Waters?"

"The prince doesn't know what he's getting himself into."

"This will be fun to watch."

"No one has ever beaten Waters before."

Percy ignored the words of the men as he stood between Daenerys and Jon, "No maiming or fatal blows. The first person to surrender or be disarmed, loses." He told them.

Viserys unsheathed his twin scimitars, "You may as well give me that sword now, bastard." He grinned viciously, though Percy knew he wasn't speaking with any real venom. Viserys had always enjoyed making his opponents angry in order to get them to make mistakes.

Tristan remained calm faced however as he slowly drew Blackfyre. The ripple-like metal danced in the light. After a few practice swings, both men got into their respective sword stances.

Percy looked between the both of them before calling out, "Begin!" The surrounding crowd roared as Viserys immediately charged Tristan.

Viserys came towards Tristan in a whirlwind of steel. Having deduced earlier that the bastard would try and step back from his swords, Viserys was very surprised when Tristan instead stepped towards him.

Tristan parried both of Viserys's swords before stepping into his guard. He sent a stab at Viserys's midsection but ultimately missed as Viserys sidestepped and retaliated with an overhead slash.

Blocking the slash, Tristan used his free hand to grab onto one of Viserys's wrist and spun around him, twisting Viserys's arm behind him in the process. Forced to drop his sword or receive a broken hand, Viserys detached his wrist from the boy's grip and quickly backed away to gain some distance between him and Tristan.

"Without both of his swords, Prince Viserys won't be able to fight to the fullest." Jon commented with an impressed look as Tristan kicked Viserys's fallen scimitar off to the side.

Percy shook his head, "Viserys is actually better when he isn't dual wielding." Shocked noises were made at his revelation.

"So why does he use two swords?" Duncan asked, confused.

"So he could take on multiple opponents at the same time if he ever needed to." Percy replied, then a look entered Viserys's eyes that made him grin. "This fight is about to get a lot more violent." Viserys's ferocity was matched only by the Ares cabin kids. He was the definition of the Greek hack and slash style.

Percy himself was a bit more tamed but that was mainly because he mixed the Roman style of sword fighting into his movements. He taught no such things to Viserys.

Viserys smirked, completely unbothered about his lost sword. "So you aren't completely hopeless. Good, it would have been boring if you were all talk." As he slowly circled around Tristan, his sword lazily twirled in his grip.

Tristan remained stationary but made sure to keep an eye on Viserys as he circled behind him. "For a supposed dragon you act more like a yapping puppy." He replied casually.

"Don't get too ahead of yourself boy." Viserys snarled before he dashed toward Tristan.

Tristan quickly moved his sword behind him to block Viserys's slash. The fight quickly turned fast paced and sparks flew as steel clashed against steel. Viserys continued to relentlessly advance onto his opponent, never giving Tristan too much time to relax as he hacked and slashed away.

Surprisingly, Tristan continued to look unconcerned as he calmly met each of Viserys's strikes. His footwork was calculating and precise. Each step and shift in his stance gave him the ability to divert away the power of most of Viserys's attacks.

It eerily reminded Percy of how Annabeth fought. She usually fought defensively as well. Calculating each move her opponent made until she slowly began to predict their fight pattern. She conserved her energy while her opponent wasted all of theirs on fruitless attacks. It had worked against most of her opponents. And unless they were either too skilled or too unpredictable like Percy himself, it was usually a game changer. Thankfully, Viserys took after Percy in the unpredictable department.

Viserys attacked with a powerful overhead slash prompting Tristan to hold his sword out and brace himself. When their blades locked, they struggled for a moment before Viserys suddenly sent a vicious kick at Tristan's leg. Not suspecting such an attack, Tristan grunted as he was forced onto one knee, struggling to keep Viserys's sword at bay.

"This is how you should act in my presence boy. On your knees, practically licking my boots. Ask for mercy, this fight is over." Viserys growled as he continued to use his weight to press down on a struggling Tristan.

Tristan clenched his jaw in exertion, "You really do talk too much." He gritted out.

"That's rich coming from you." Viserys mocked.

The surrounding men all either cheered loudly. Seeing Tristan on the defensive was entirely new for them. Daenerys made a noise in the back of her throat, "The fights basically over, Perseus. Shouldn't you call it?" She asked, nervously.

Percy continued to observe the struggling duo. A part of him was kind of disappointed. If all it took was a bit of unpredictability to throw Tristan off of his feet, he wouldn't have done any better against Percy himself.

"Perseus, call it! You know what happens when he gets like this. Viserys won't stop until he sees blood." She tugged on him.

He would have called the fight then, usually, but the amount of worry in her voice made him falter. Why did Daenerys sound so worried about some random boy's safety?

"Tristan hasn't surrendered yet." Percy said a bit coldly.

Daenerys stared at him with a shocked and even angered expression before she focused back towards the fight.

Meanwhile, Viserys still wasn't quite finished with trying to whittle down his opponents will. "This is what bastards like you were born to do. You're a stain on the nobility of the world. A bastard boy born to kneel at the feet of his betters. If only your whore of a mother had swallowed you. Then I wouldn't have to look upon your pathetic little face!" He cackled, his eyes alight with a mad flame.

At Viserys's harsh words, Tristan's eyes finally filled with an emotion other than calculating tranquility. And it was blinding rage.

"You know nothing about me, Targaryen!" Tristan roared, with newfound strength he pushed upward with enough force to send Viserys stumbling back.

In the midst of trying to regain his footing, Viserys stumbled and tripped on a rock, sending him down to the floor. Tristan surprisingly didn't advance on the downed prince. "Get up, prince of nothing! I won't let a rock take my glory." The angered commander paced back and forth, like a lion stalking its prey.

It didn't take long for Viserys to recover. In one swift motion he lifted his legs up and jerked himself onto his feet. "Don't get too cocky boy. A few scraps of leftover strength won't beat me." He grinned, readjusting his sword in his grip.

"I'll take pleasure in shutting that hole you call a mouth." Tristan growled before dashing toward him.

Viserys laughed madly and ducked under a wild slash. A new wave of reinvigorated roars came from the crowd as the two fighters restarted their deadly dance. But unlike before, Tristan showed none of the precise movements and strikes as before. Now he was simply slashing away in rage not even thinking about the amount of energy he was wasting.

Percy exhaled in disappointment, "Viserys is going to win." He stated.

Daenerys apparently thought otherwise, "You can beat him, Tristan!" She cheered in support.

"Are you cheering against your own brother?" Percy asked, incredulously.

"It's about time he learned some humility." Daenerys harrumphed.

Percy shook his head before he turned back to the fight. Viserys was still laughing madly while deflecting strike after strike. And by the looks of it, Tristan wasn't used to fighting so aggressively. He seemed to be losing energy a lot faster than before.

"I think we should end this little dance. What do you say, bastard?" Viserys snarked, easily batting aside another slash.

"Shut the hell up you arrogant shit!" Tristan roared as he went for a desperate stab towards Viserys's stomach.

With ease, Viserys spun around the sword and delivered a hard back elbow to Tristan's face. The crowd gasped at the resounding 'crack' that was no doubt the sound of a broken nose. Tristan fell backward onto the ground, completely knocked unconscious.

Viserys stood triumphant over Tristan's downed form. "Best swordsman my ass." He scoffed before turning to Percy.

"You might as well call it, Perseus. The little shit is going to be out for a while." Viserys said to Percy, who's gaze remained focused on the downed commander.

"Can you ever stop talking?"

As fast as lightning, Tristan's leg shot out and sweeped Viserys's feet out from under him. Previously thought to be unconscious, Tristan was on top of Viserys a moment later with his sword point positioned at the shocked Targaryen prince's throat.

The crowd was absolutely silent for a moment before they suddenly roared to life. Everyone began cheering loudly, even Daenerys. Much to Percy's ire.

Percy gave a suffering sigh, "The winner is Tristan Waters!" He announced, causing the crowd to roar even louder.

A crooked nosed Tristan stood to his feet with a shit eating grin, "That was a good fight, Prince Viserys. My hardest one yet." He helped Viserys to his feet who still looked a bit confused at how he lost.

"I thought I taught you to never turn your back on a downed enemy." Percy chided Viserys as he joined them.

Viserys, who now recognized his error of judgement, smacked his teeth in irritation. "How the hell was I supposed to know that he wasn't out cold?" He said angrily.

"That was amazing, Tristan! I've only seen Perseus do that well against Viserys." Daenerys exclaimed before frowning thoughtfully, "I wonder how well you would do against him." She mused.

Tristan set his nose back into place without so much as a wince before sheathing Blackfyre. "Perhaps another day, princess. That hit towards the end hurt more than I thought it would." He chuckled, dabbing at his bloodied nose with his sleeve.

"Now I'm all fired up! What do you say King Perseus, care for a fight?" Duncan bellowed prompting the crowd to roar in agreement.

"Sadly, I'll have to miss out on watching your fight. It's my turn to feed the oliphaunts tonight." Tristan announced.

Daenerys's face brightened at the mention of the behemoths. "Can I feed them with you?" She asked, excited.

"Of course you can." Tristan chuckled at her enthusiasm.

Percy frowned but knew better than to try and dissuade Daenerys. "Go with them, Jon. Make sure Daenerys doesn't get hurt." He told the old knight who nodded back.

"I'm not some defenseless little girl, Perseus." Daenerys grumbled angrily.

"One misstep and those things could be flatten you like a pancake." Percy reminded her.

"That's never happened before...well not to a lady at least. They are rather peaceful when they're grazing." Tristan told Percy who willfully ignored him.

"You're only going if Jon goes with you." Percy told Daenerys.

She glared at him for a tense moment before she harrumphed and grabbed onto Tristan's arm to drag him along with her. Jon nodded at Percy before jogging after the two.

"Why does she always get like that whenever she's around a boy her age?" Viserys rolled his eyes.

Duncan interrupted Percy's frustrated thoughts with a cough, "So how about that fight?" He asked Percy who was still staring off in the direction that Daenerys went.

After a long moment, Percy accepted. "First to surrender or be disarmed wins." He grumbled.

The crowd cheered as Percy and Duncan walked some distance apart before they faced one another. Duncan drew a great sword that looked big enough to cut a horse in half. When Percy didn't draw his own sword, mutters began spreading throughout the crowd

Meanwhile Viserys looked unconcerned, as he already knew that Percy didn't necessarily need a weapon to win a fight. "Begin!" He called out.

Duncan stared at Percy for a moment in confusion, obviously puzzled as to why he hadn't drawn his sword yet. And then surprisingly, Percy made the first move and began sprinting toward Duncan. Thoughts that the Targaryen boy king was suicidal ran through their minds. After all, who in their right mind would willingly run toward a giant of a man like Duncan without so much as a weapon.

Seeing that Percy was neither slowing down nor trying to draw his sword, a reluctant Duncan stabbed his great sword forward. Most would've been run through, unable to stop their own momentum as they impaled themselves onto the great sword. However, Percy simply twisted his body in order to run right past the sword and ram into the man with his shoulder. Duncan grunted in surprise at the strength behind the ramming and stumbled a bit, though he still remained standing.

But Percy's plan hadn't been to bulldoze over the man. Taking a page out of Annabeth's book, Percy latched onto the man's still outstretched sword arm. With a grunt of effort and redistribution of weight, Percy flipped Duncan right over his shoulder. The sellsword impacted the ground with a loud thud and before he could even think to recover, Percy had drawn his sword and held it inches away from the downed man's face.

Stunned silence. "And the winner is Perseus." Viserys announced blandly.

The crowd roared in exhilaration at the swiftness of the fight. Percy helped Duncan back to his feet, the man was more surprised than angry at his loss.

"I've never seen anyone do that before! You got some strength to you lad." Denys laughed, clapping Percy on the back.

Percy smiled in appreciation, "Thanks. Sorry if you feel like I didn't give you an actual fight." He told Duncan.

Duncan waved his apology off, "Don't worry about it. I'm just surprised someone was able to put me on my ass!" He laughed along with the others.

While everyone else began cheering on two more combatants who had offered to duel, Percy and Viserys decided to call it a night. After saying their goodbyes to Duncan and the others, they made their way to the large tent that had been prepared for them. While they walked in silence Percy's mind was still thinking about Daenerys's words. Was he really coddling her? It wasn't like he was used to doing it. Annabeth had made it quite known that she could protect herself after she judo flipped him onto his ass. But Daenerys wasn't Annabeth, she didn't grow up fighting gods and monsters. This factor alone made Percy afraid to make any mistakes in regards to her safety.

"Go on ahead, I'll catch up. I need to take a piss." Percy told Viserys who simply nodded before continuing forward.

After Viserys disappeared from his view, Percy began setting off in the direction Daenerys went. It wasn't long until he came upon a huge field. He picked out Jon as he carried a fire torch behind Daenerys and Tristan.

Percy walked over to sit on a nearby rock. He watched as Daenerys petted an oliphaunt with a awe-filled smile. Tristan then began laughing due to one of the oliphaunts sneezing, causing Daenerys to hurriedly keep her dress from lifting up. He watched as Tristan helped her feed the oliphaunts huge cabbages that were almost the size of a man. Every time she looked she was going to back away from the behemoth, Tristan held her steady and sent her smiles of encouragement.

The duo's delighted laughter sporadically filled the air as time kept flowing. And before Percy knew it, a strange feeling grew inside of him. It was the same feeling Percy had gotten whenever Annabeth used to talk about how great Luke was. Or when he suspected that Tyson was his dad's favorite child. And as he watched Daenerys run around alongside Tristan, both of them laughing joyously together, jealousy reared its ugly head inside of Perseus Targaryen.

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Next day, Golden Company Camp...

The next morning brought the sight of a grumpy Percy stirring a tub of steaming water with a hot, glowing hand.

"That ability of yours sure does come in handy." Viserys said from where he stood drying his body off with a towel.

The moment the sun peeked over the horizon Viserys woke Percy up and asked him to use his fire ability to heat up his bath water. To say that he was annoyed was an understatement. His mood soured more after his plan of heating the water to near boiling point as revenge backfired horribly. Viserys barely registered the water's high temperature. In fact, he actually sighed in bliss and submerged himself deeper into the basin.

Percy looked up when the tent entrance flapped open. Daenerys casually strolled inside with a happy smile on her face.

"Where were you last night?" Percy asked her, his eyes narrowed in suspicion.

He had only watched Daenerys feed the oliphaunts for a couple of more minutes before he stormed back to his tent. When he woke up in the morning, Daenerys was nowhere in sight.

Daenerys hummed, "I didn't know where our tent was so I slept in Tristan's tent. This is practically boiling." She said, wading her hand through the water.

Apparently Targaryens did have the blood of dragons. Anyone else's hand would have came out red but Daenerys remained as pale as ever.

"You could have just asked someone." Percy said, annoyed.

"I didn't want to bother anyone." Daenerys said simply as she began to strip off her dress.

Viserys snorted, "Yeah right. You just wanted to spend more time with Tristan." It was obvious he was still annoyed at his loss the night before.

"Why does it matter? You're not my father, I can do whatever I want." Daenerys snapped before submerging herself into the steaming water.

Now that she was stark naked Percy could make out the very distinguishable mark on the her neck. He moved her hair out of the way to get a better look, "Is this what I think it is, Daenerys?" Percy asked, staring at the purple mark in disgust.

Daenerys hurriedly batted his hand away, "I don't know what you're talking about." By the apprehensive look on her face, she knew exactly what he meant.

He was far from stupid. Percy had seen that same mark on Annabeth multiple times. He was the one who gave them to her after all.

Percy fought to reign in his temper. He was having to do that a lot recently. His temper before had been difficult to control, like an old dam holding back a raging sea. And when it broke it, the wrathful side of him came out, the Stormbringer temper that he had inherited from his father, Poseidon. Apparently that temper had been replaced with an even worse one. Now it felt like he was trying to keep a wildfire under control with a fire extinguisher.

"Where's Jon?" Percy changed the subject before he could lose whatever calmness he had left.

Daenerys began washing her arms. "He was passed out in front of Tristan's tent last time I saw him. I think he had too much ale." At this Percy sighed in exasperation.

Of all the knights still loyal to his family, he just so happened to get the one that was an alcoholic. There had to be some god screwing with him at this point.

Percy shook his head in dismay before starting to help Daenerys clean her hair as he had done many times before, only for her to bat his hands away again. "I can clean myself, you know. I'm not a child anymore." Daenerys said petulantly.

"You sure do like to remind us how mature you are now." Viserys mused from where he was styling his hair in the mirror.

"Maybe I just don't want a man's hands roaming all over me anymore." Daenerys pointed out.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Percy exclaimed, highly offended. Never in all the years he had watched Daenerys grow did he ever think anything perverted. Even though she was technically his aunt, she was like the little sister he never had.

"It's not like there's anything to admire. You're as flat as a wooden plank." Viserys snarked.

Daenerys glared at her brother with venom. "No one asked for your opinion, Viserys. Not everyone can look like your big chested whores." She seethed.

Percy's eyes unconsciously drifted down to Daenerys's chest. He mentally disagreed with Viserys, her breasts were actually a pretty decent size, enough for a handful and she was still growing. They also looked soft and firm. He averted his eyes when he felt like any more time spent staring at her chest would be seen as inappropriate.

What happened to the little girl who liked to be told fairy tales before she went to bed? Daenerys had grown into a young woman in front of his eyes and he barely even noticed.

After they finished bathing and got dressed up, they made their way to the tent that served as a mess hall. There were plenty of men already eating breakfast when they arrived. They quickly spotted the group they arrived with along with fidgety Jon who looked wet for some reason.

Jon quickly stood up when he noticed them approaching, "Good morning, your grace." He bowed his head.

"Morning, Jon." Percy said as they took their seats at the table.

Tristan popped a grape into his mouth with an ever present smirk. "I think your knight has a drinking problem, Perseus." He said, voice thick with amusement.

"As if we didn't already know that." Viserys said dryly, pausing for a moment as a few servants came over with plates of more food and drinks. "I'm positive the old man would drink dragon piss if it was strong enough." Laughter erupted around the table.

"I'd shove that chicken up your ass if you weren't a prince." Jon grumbled to himself.

Viserys grinned toothily at him, "Hmm, what was that sworn knight?" He cupped his ear mockingly, receiving a middle finger from Jon much to the amusement of everyone present.

"You really should stop drinking so much, Jon. You'll drink yourself into an early grave if you don't." Percy took a swig of his mug.

"As long as I get to see the day you take your rightful place on the iron throne I'll die a happy old knight." Jon says.

Viserys raised his cup, "Cheers to that!" Everyone cheered and each descended into conversations between one another.

"Would you like some wine, your grace?" A young, brown haired servant girl walked up to Percy.

He noted that she looked around his age or older and was quite pretty.

"Yes, please." Percy smiled gratefully, holding out his cup to the girl. While he didn't necessarily like the acidic taste of wine it was the closest thing to soda in this world.

After she returned his cup, Percy turned to listen to Viserys who was in the midst of telling a joke. "So the wife goes to the maester and says, I've got a big problem, maester, every time my husband and I are in bed and he blows his load, he lets out an ear shattering yell. The maester says, well my dear that's completely normal. He doesn't see what the problem is. So she says, the problem is that it wakes me up!" Everyone roared in laughter, with some of the more raucous ones like Duncan banging their fists on the table.

Percy himself couldn't contain his chuckle. Just then, his eyes flickered over to the girl who had just served him. She was standing off to the side shuffling in place as if something was making her uneasy. He also noted that every other moment she would look in his direction.

"Ooh, looks like someone has an admirer." Viserys spoke as he had caught on to who Percy was looking at.

Percy looked away from the servant girl. "I'm not looking for marriage, Viserys." He told him.

"Bah, to hell with marriage! Every king fucks a servant girl every once in a while." Denys proclaimed.

"She isn't bad looking either." Viserys pointed out.

Percy silently agreed with him. She wasn't super pretty like Aphrodite or Hebe but she definitely wasn't ugly.

"Let's see if you're as good with your words as you are with a sword!" Viserys grinned before calling the girl over.

She took on a frightened deer look and for a moment Percy thought she would run off but then she began slowly making her way over to them. With every step she took Percy's anxiety heightened. He had no idea how to flirt with a girl mainly because he never really had to. Annabeth was his first and only girlfriend and she had to make the first move for their relationship to start. Calypso also made the first move on him while Larra Rogare was disqualified for obvious reasons.

Percy felt someone nudge his side and he turned to see Tristan looking at him with an odd look that made him realize that everyone, including the servant girl, was waiting for him to answer something.

"I'm sorry, what were you all talking about?" Percy asked, making some of the men facepalm.

"Lora here was just telling us how she has never met a king before." Viserys said slowly.

Percy looked at the newly named Lora. "Well, technically I'm not a king, I don't have a throne yet but it's still nice to meet you, Lora." He smiled.

Lora timidly nodded back, "It's nice to meet you too, my king." She replied politely.

"You can have a seat if you want." Percy scooted before offering her a seat in between him and Daenerys.

"Thank you, your grace." Lora thanked him before taking the seat.

Viserys took a long sip of his drink which ended with a burp. "So Lora, have you ever been fucked by a king before?" He suddenly asked, receiving various reactions from around the table. Mostly laughter and amusement from the sellswords.

Percy nearly choked on his own spit. "What kind of question is that, Viserys?" He asked incredulously.

"Please excuse my oaf of a brother. He's never had any manners." Daenerys pinned Viserys with a poisonous glare.

"I was only curious." Viserys shrugged, taking another nonchalant sip.

"It's fine. And I'm still… I'm still a virgin." Lora answered with a very flustered look.

Viserys's brow raised in surprise. "You're a virgin? You know, I once heard someone say that great fortune comes onto those who lose their innocence to a king." He said in a matter-of-fact tone.

"You've never heard anyone say that, Viserys." Percy said blandly.

"You won't know if it's true unless you try." Viserys murmured into his cup.

Percy ignored him and looked to Lora. "Would you like to go to the city with me? There's a few things I need to get. Maybe we can do something after?" He asked.

"There's going to be a performance at a pub later. If that's something you'd like to see, your grace." Lora quietly offered him.

"Sounds like fun. We'll go together." Percy gave her an easygoing smile to which she hesitantly returned.

Viserys sighed dramatically. "Well if you aren't going to fuck her, Perseus, can I?" He drawled.

Daenerys, aghast, threw a piece of bread at Viserys, who easily dodged it with a chuckle. "You're such an ass." She fumed.

As the two siblings started going back and forth, Percy sighed, already used to the sight of the two Targaryens arguing. He reached for his cup and slowly brought it to his lips.

'Don't drink, Perseus!'

Percy was barely able to take a sip of his drink before an urgent voice in his head made him falter. It was the same voice from before, but before he could even question what the voice meant, a burning sensation erupted in his throat. He coughed and cleared his throat but the feeling was only getting worse. Soon enough, it felt like hot lead was making its way down his digestive tract.

Daenerys was the first to notice his distress. "Are you alright Perseus?" She looked at him worriedly.

He couldn't even form any words as the burning in his throat grew unbearable. He tried to stand up but only succeeded in spilling over his goblet causing the contents to spill everywhere. His vision blurred and his head felt ten times lighter.

"Your grace!" Jon stood up in alarm when Percy fell back from his seat, spilling onto the floor.

The pain eerily reminded him of the time he almost drank poison in his life or death game with Phineas. He couldn't help but wonder if karma had finally caught up to him as he clawed helplessly at his throat.

"What the hell is wrong with him?" Viserys said in distress as he quickly came to kneel over Percy.

Someone shouted, "The king's been poisoned!" And the tent immediately fell into chaos as men began shouting and running around.

"Just hold on, Perseus, keep fighting. Someone go get a fucking maester, now!" Viserys yelled.

His vision was slowly diminishing and now he could barely hear a word anyone was saying. Percy's head slowly turned to look toward the tent entrance and his pained gaze briefly met with the remorseful eyes of Lora before she turned to flee. There was no doubt in his mind that Lora had somehow poisoned his drink.

'Poisoned by a serving girl. And I thought being sucked into a primordial's face was a pathetic way to die.' Percy thought in amusement even as tears of pain and betrayal fell from his eyes.

He could barely make out the fussing Viserys and Jon as they tried and failed to help him. Tristan meanwhile was holding back a sobbing Daenerys. Seeing her in tears hurt him more than any poison ever could.

'Is there no end to all of this suffering?' Percy thought sadly.

With the last dredges of strength he had left, Percy grabbed onto Viserys and brought him down so he could hear him. "The servant girl." He barely managed to croak the words out before his vision flooded with darkness.