Hello there, thought of a story that was eating at me, what would happen if Legate Lanius was thrown into The Game of Thrones? How would his appearance effect the world, and its outcomes? Would he change? or would the world make him embrace himself? So I thought of it, and yeah its a bit far fetched but that's why its fan fiction. Enjoy and I am open to all criticism.

Lanius, the Butcher, Monster, terror of the east, not even his slaves have seen his face, struck them blind so they can't. Wears a mask, don't even know if it's the same man. He put Colorado to the sword, broke the Hangdogs by throwing their hounds upon the flames, so that they might burn forever in the afterlife…

Perdidit te sunt, lanius ?

Lanius looked upon the burning remains of his leader, in his eyes, he was his liberator, allowing him to become the greatest threat to the known world, the very embodiment of the East. But now killed by the invisible fire in his brain. It was now him, the Monster, Terror of the East who conquered nineteen tribes who shall lead the Legion into full dominance. But he remembered the wise words of the courier, that stretching his forces across the vast expanse of California would make them weak, unable and incapable of defending it… He now knew that the NCR will not be the twentieth tribe for him to conquer, yet. However, his taste for blood starts to bitter, he no longer sees himself as an animal his liberator saw him as, but a leader.

He rose from the side of the burning corpse, it now resembles of little importance to him, like the wall know as hoover dam, is just a wall to him. It will serve the legion nothing but pain to try and hold new Vegas against the tides of the west. He knew his armies of the legion must hold here, in the east, before charging like the bull into the west…

Lanius observed the fort, it was almost in pieces, built bare to stand as cover between them and the damned wall. The drums beat of in the distance, cries of warriors and slaves in rhythm, it was all he ever knew. He knew how to kill, how to kill efficiently, and how to make others do the same. He also knew how to make a man fear him to death, to dread his sight as he was his enemy.

Lanius walked past the praetorians, the veterans legionaries, he walked out of the fort, walked among the wastes for the first time, the night was pitch black, as the Mojave was shrouded over by clouds, thundering. He observed the large hordes of bighorners scattered in the waste, all sleeping through the night. Lanius watched them, but quickly his attention drew to another strange echo in the sands, soldiers of west approached in black armour, they were dreaded by his legion like they climbed out of the very gates of hell.

But that separated him from his men, he did not dread as they are men that can bleed, like any man. However he knew they play games of attrition, and not honour, so he shall close this difference as soon as possible… What amused him now is how they began to hunt him, yet unaware that he hunts them just as closely... And before they became aware, he sprang at them from the darkness, tearing them to pieces as their armour did little to nothing to defend them from his blows. He carved each man to bloody pieces with little effort, as they all could not play their game of attrition.

But he realised he was wrong, his little hunt he turned inside out as he began to be assaulted by fire, one hit him in his shoulder, another at the side of his helmet, chipping his metal horn. He ran into the other wastes, amongst the horde of bighorners, sending them scattering at all directions. He knew these men of west have perception limited to their devices, his where limited by his surroundings.

He saw his attackers fleeting towards a vantage point, he flanked them both, tore the others head off, then pined the last into the rock, as he was about to crush his head under his boot, he began to feel… strange… his power suddenly left him, and he began to levitate above this dying man. Lanius could not understand what he felt, as he then was suddenly was ripped from this earth at a high speed. And then… he began to see metal, in the sky, oddly shaped and glowing, and then….

Daenerys sat with her dragons, her fingers moved along the rough scales of her biggest, his low growl pleased and comforted her. Until his brothers, fighting over a lamb's carcass disturbed the peace, dropping the body by her biggest, he began taking it. Roaring at the rest in his dominance, when she attempted to hush the beast, it only replied with snarl in her face… but by the time it turned to take his tribute, his siblings stole the body, forcing him to fly after it.

She came to realisation then, her dragons where no longer her babies, but weapons. And like sir Jorah has told her countless of times, they are dragons, Khaleesi, not dogs, or cats, but dragons, they cannot be tamed.

Jorah then startled her, his eyes filled with something Daenerys never thought she would see in him, fear, the man was quaking like he saw the very devil itself. He then bowed and looked at her, and pulled his brows over his eyes, trying to shade them away from her, so she was not off put by his shock.

"My Queen" he whispered

"Jorah, you look, startled" she replied

"Grey worm and Dario Naharis have found something, or should I say, someone..."

"What or who is it then?"

"You must come, khaleesi, I cannot describe it with words, grey worm sent an unsullied to me, he brought me to giant metal man standing amongst a dead pile of our own, he must have killed at least fifty of our own…"

"And you let him live!?" Daenerys's eyes turned from ice into fire, she did not tolerate death of her own, so to know that this man is alive…

"We could not bring him down, the arrows don't seem to pierce his armour, and his weapon skills are as great as his… stature and strength."

"He halted his slaughter, and said that he will talk to the one in charge, in exchange for sparing the rest of us..."

"So you came after me like some dog with its tail between its legs? Im questioning your ability in combat, sir Jorah…"

"If you would be there, Khaleesi, you would understand…"

Daenerys was escorted across into the forest, and underside the cliff, she saw a thick line of readied unsullied, with their spears drawn, Dario Naharis came straight to her, shocked with all his joy and confidence left from him. He looked at his Queen and owed to her.

"I am sorry my queen, I could not defeat him for you…" he whimpered

As she looked at him, shocked by his sudden attitude, she noticed a giant cut across him, with no blade but just the hilt, and covered in mud.

"Arise… Dario, I will… deal with this menace…"

Dario did, but he brushed past, joined Jorah at her side. Daenerys then came forward from her faithful unsullied and saw grey worm eyeing the enemy, she followed his line of view to something very monstrous indeed. What she saw she saw never before, A man covered head to toe in a hammered bronze-gold like metal, with his head concealed by a face depicting a strong bearded man, with horns at either side and a blade like protrusion at the front, his eyes bottomless dark pits and hairs at the back coloured black and red like her own house. Even side burns of red came from the helmet. His armour however, was very strange indeed, it was sharp, and angular, depicting a muscular body, with horned pouldrons, and a harsh metal and cloth tunic covering the thighs.

Not to mention the monstrously oversized sword he held effortlessly in one arm, tainted with the blood of her faithful. He looked down at her, and stepped a few steps down towards her. She then acknowledged the sheer size of the man. The giant then growled out a voice that echoed through his helmet.

"And is it you, the woman, the leader?" His voice deep and merciless, it was almost like he said it with disgust…

"Yes, as a matter of fact, it is, and you will not refer to me as-"

"Do you think I will be told what to say by a profligate? You may lead this tribe, but mine is going pummel you to dust, like it did with many others…"

"Do you think we are just a mere tribe!? I am of house Targaryen, Daenerys Storm born of old Valeria and these men you killed where my men, give me a good reason not to flay you alive with dragon fire…."

"And do you think, you and your, faction, can withstand the legion? The tides of east will nail all of your corpses facing westward as the sun sets…. So you will see your kingdom set with it ablaze"

"And where is this 'Legion' of yours? We are in the east, so where is its tide? Whoever you are, you seem lost, and I will only forgive you on certain conditions"

"You speak with wisdom, Daenerys, but I won't succumb to you or your men as I draw breath… But you say we are already in the east, how do you not know of the legion? We control all the east…."

"We are in Essos, between Yunkai and Mereen, where are you from, savage?"

"I am from the…. I don't think matters where I am from…" The man's voice became bitter, as if he acknowledged defeat by his attackers…

He rose his head, and looked straight into her eyes, she suddenly became uncomfortable, like the weight of another world fell on her.

"What are your conditions?" he exclaimed

"To die…"

He backed off into the corner of the rocks, she sent Jorah, Dario and grey worm at him, they all lunged for an attack that he parried with extreme ease, he swung his blade and knocked all three into the cliff face, knocking Jorah and grey worm unconscious. He grabbed Dario by his neck and clutched Dario's blade into pieces and smashed him into the rock, he then stepped on his head keeping him on the ground.

"I have one condition too, Daenerys, let me go, and you and your friends shall not die..."

Daenerys looked at him, horrified by his speed and unstoppable might, another idea came to her head.

"I will, but first give me your name"

"I am Legate Lanius, Monster of the east is what the profligates named me…"

"Haha, and its accurate, big man" Dario chuckled under Lanius's metal boot.

"And what is your house, Lanius, so called 'Monster of the East'…"

"House? I am of no mere house, I am of the Caesar's Legion…"

"Well, Lanius, of the Caesar's Legion, I will let you live… Only if you serve for me, and house Targaryen, if you choose to walk away, I will let you, I'll see if you could outrun my dragons…"

Lanius looked at this small white haired woman, he has humiliated her best fighters, yet these dragons she boasts of, he rather not bet on their existence. Lanius came to terms that he is in the presence of an entire army, in a land he is unfamiliar with… And now he has no choice.

Lanius stepped off of Dario's head, and held his sword into the ground, he then looked at her, and with an exhausted sigh and desperation, he submitted to this tribe.

"I submit to your… House, Daenerys 'storm born', but know that I have a last, condition…"

"What of?"

"To not get your people… in my way"

"Deal"

Lanius drew his sword on his back, and walked away, like he already studied the path onwards...

"My Queen is this such a good idea? You saw what he can do, even if you put fifty of our best men between you and him there's no stopping him if he wishes to kill you!" Jorah came from the rocks, bewildered by her decision…

"Do you forget that I am the mother of dragons? Sir Jorah? Besides he will be a useful asset, and it will not matter if he dies in battle because it will be payment for killing my men… And now he is in the thick of an army, he looks cleverer than you think…"

Dario came in, clutching his jaw and hilt of his shattered sword.

"I agree with our Queen, Jorah, he will be great against many, him, us, and her dragons and army of unsullied, we are now an unstoppable force…" Dario explained.

"He is just a man, Dario, just like us, and the unsullied, he can bleed like the rest…"

"Yes but did he? Are you saying that now because you couldn't kill him? Or because he humiliated you in front of our Queen?"

"Neither, Dario, neither."