AN: I used the show interpretation of Daario, and made him and Strong Belwas in her Queensguard. Dany's title is what A Wiki of Fire and Ice says it is. If anything seems off, let me know. Enjoy

Chapter 3

North of Casterly Rock

"Your Grace, my men are ready to fight." Ser Addam Black, Lord Mykken's second eldest son, and commander of my vanguard, said.

"Ser Addam, if your men breach those walls before mine, consider yourself, The Warden of the West." I said, not quite-jokingly, as Casterly Rock was one of Westeros' strongest castles, and ruled by Lord Tywin Lannister. Ser Addam laughed

"Aye, Your Grace, I will." He looked conflicted.

"Yes, Ser Addam?"

"Would you bless my blade and my armour, Your Grace?" It was a common question, one which I always answered the same thing.

"Yes, Ser Addam." He unsheathed his sword and I bit my thumb slid the bloody skin down the flats of the blade and on his helmet and breastplate, leaving a crimson stain down the centers of his helmet, breastplate, and sword.

"Thank you, Your Grace." He walked away and Ser Martyn, Ser Felton, and Ser Kannut walked over to me. Ser Martyn pushed bare fingers through his thick but short, blonde hair. Ser Kannut itched his black stubble and then scratched his shaven head, and Ser Felton patted down his long, black hair.

"Your Grace, Ser Jarrick Lyncath is in position as well as Ser Aerion Darkfyre." Ser Martyn said, putting his hand down.

"Get ready to charge. Ser Felton, send word to Ser Yohnas, with the cavalry, Ser Garrett with the archers, and to Ser Jacelyn Whyte with the siege weapons. I'll alert Ser Willis, with the infantry"

"Yes, Your Grace" Ser Felton mounted his horse and rode out. Ser Kannut and Ser Martyn followed me as I walked to a table that was set up by the commanders of the infantry companies, including: Ser Willis Danforth, Ser Justin Snow, Ser Wiliam Rivers, Ser Balerion Black; Lord Mykken's fifth son, named for King Aegon's dragon of the same name, Ser Braxton Hill; whom lived his early life in Lannisport, the city guarded by Casterly Rock, and Ser Rickard Umber; a distant relative of Lord Jon Umber of Last Hearth, the north-most castle after The Dragon's Lair, House Alikaar's ancestral holding.

"Ser Willis, take Ser Justin', Ser Rickard's and Ser Wiliam's men and push the main gate. I'll take Ser Braxton's and Ser Balerion's men with me and attack the postern gate"

"Yes, Your Grace." The six of them said as I walked away. I started towards the men that were charging the postern gate, looking at the lot of them.

'Most of them will be dead in an hour.' I thought, looking at my bare arms, which were covered in scars from numerous weapons. I found my squires and they put my armour on me. They strapped the steel plate over the chainmail I was wearing. Once the armour was on I had them strap my sword belts on. I took my helmet from a small chest and held it in my armoured hands. I walked to my men and stood in front of them and raised Fire.

"Men of House Targaryen!" I shouted loudly. They stood at attention. "Casterly Rock must fall, men! We must take it at all costs! Five hundred golden dragons to any man to bring a living Lannister to me!" I finished. My men started to cheer. We charged the postern gate with four thousand men, armed with: short swords, spears, axes, halberds, maces, pole-axes, longswords, morningstars, and pikes. Arrows rained down from the high walls as my men brought the ram forward, those who were not carrying it but were close by, shielded the men carrying it from arrows. Two massive stones landed with an earth shaking thump. I sheathed Fire and pulled out Dark Sister and Darkfyre and pressed my back against the wall with the rest of my men. The ram was rammed against the oaken door numerous times, all the while the castle's defenders pushed back. After half an hour of shoving and hundreds of arrows falling, we broke the door down and flooded in. Before going in I peered over to the main gate and saw my men rushing in, led by Ser Willis. Running through the breached door I saw the city's defenders forming a shield wall.

"Spears! Phalanx!" I shouted as my spearmen got into formation "Charge!" They lowered their spears and charged using their shields as cover. Once close enough, the spearmen gored the defenders with their broad-tipped spears. I picked one up from a fallen man and twirled it in my hand getting the tip facing forward. I gestured for twenty of the men to follow me and for the rest to disperse throughout Lannisport and the remainder of Casterly Rock. I noticed a familiar face in the twenty with me, Ser Braxton Hill.

"Ser Braxton, fancy meeting you here."

"Indeed, Your Grace, I trust that my spears have not disappointed you?"

"Aye, you'd be smart to think that." I said, he smirked and handed his spear to one of his men and drew his sword. I looked up at the keep, wondering who might be inside. We reached the keep very shortly after, and the men pulled the doors open. We saw no defenders inside, approaching cautiously we moved to the Great Hall and found the door.

"Ser Braxton, keep your men on guard here. I'll be back shortly." I said handing my spear to one of the men. I opened the door and walked inside. I saw over fifty Lannister guardsmen and a few sellswords. I also saw a man, around twenty years older than myself with golden hair, commanding the men into formation. I remembered him from when I toured Westeros with Lord and Lady Alikaar, although older now, I still remembered him, a distant cousin of Jaime and Cersei. I walked out from the shadows.

"Ser Tybalt Lannister… Do you remember me?" I stated loudly, his men turned and raised their weapons.

"Who the bloody hell are you supposed to be?" one of them said. Ser Tybalt gestured for him to be quiet.

"Who might I have the pleasure of fighting today, Ser?"

"My name is Aerys of House Targaryen, I was fostered by Lord Jon Alikaar. We met before when Lord Jon visited Lannisport around fifteen years ago."

"Ahh… I remember you. If I knew you were a Targaryen I would've butchered you then. I guess I'll have to settle for now. Janos kill the abomination." He said, gesturing to the man he told to be quiet. The group of men charged at me, but were quickly cut down by Darkfyre and Dark Sister. I pulled Darkfyre from the last man's chest and slid it back into its sheath on my left hip and I drew Fire from my back. Ser Tybalt took a warhammer from one of the trestle tables. My kagune erupted from my back and the four tendrils each grabbed one off his extremities and held him against the nearest wall.

"What?! Unhand me! You fight dishonourably! You're an abomination against The Seven!"

"Bugger your gods. A Targaryen bows to no god or man." I sliced down with Fire, cutting his right arm and leg off. The high ceilings echoed his screams of agony and for mercy.

"Please, Ser! Mercy! I beg of you." He started weeping as his blood spewed from his wound.

"What mercy was shown to my father? Or Rhaegar? Or Princess Elia of Dorne? What about their children Rhaenys and Aegon? Jaime Lannster killed my father! Robert Baratheon killed Rhaegar! Ser Gregor Clegane killed and raped Princess Elia in front of her children, then killed them!" Hot tears ran down my face, but instead of tears, my left eye produced blood. "What mercy was shown then?!" I shouted, feet from his face, my voice reverberating off of the walls. "You damn Lannisters are all the same. You betray as easily as you bend the knee. Then when your lord calls you on your shit you ask for forgiveness and stab him in the back." I started walking away.

"Please Ser, kill me!" He cried out. I ignored him and walked out the way I came.

"Your Grace, word from Ser Justin. The Castle is ours. Word's also come from Ser Addam, Lannisport has fallen." Ser Braxton said, walking with me. We walked to the town square in Lannisport, with Ser Braxton's men following us.

I stopped dead in my tracks when I reached the opening into the square. At least a hundred men in black plate and chain lay dead on the bricks, my men. They were surrounded by bodies of at least five-hundred Red Cloaks, the name we had for Lannister guardsmen.

"Gods." I heard one of Ser Braxton's men say quietly.

"Get the maesters. Grand Maester Sarrin will be back at camp." I said to Ser Braxton.

"Yes, Your Grace. Tormun! Willard! You heard him, get going!" Two of his men ran towards the main gate.

"Check the bodies, I want to know their names."

"Yes, Your Grace." The remaining eighteen men began to search the bodies. Thirty minutes later I heard a voice.

"Your Grace!" a man shouted from about twenty meters away, he was standing over a body. I went over to him and saw the face of the man whose body lay strewn at my feet.

"Your Grace, is this…."

"Ser Willis Danforth? Yes." I interrupted. I noticed twenty Red Cloaks around his body, separated from the rest.

"It seems like he put up quite a fight." The man said, leaning on his spear.

"He always did, what of the other men with him?"

"Only ten were from noble houses or born into bastardy, their names were: Ser Michael Clowery, Ser Jared Evenfall, Ser Micah Brightflame, Ser Edric Frey, Ser Janos Elric, Milian Storm, Jon Stone, Marrick Sand, Aeryn Flowers, Varyyn Hill, and Ser Edward Snow; one of Lord Black's bastards."

"Bury them outside of the city. Burn the defenders."

"Yes, Your Grace." He said as I walked away.

'None of them deserved this, It's all my fault these men are dead, Ser Willis, Ser Jared, Ser Micah, Ser Edward, Ser Edric, Ser Janos, Ser Michael the rest. How will I tell their families? Lord Mykken will be furious with me. What of Ser Addam's men? How many men did he lose? How many sons? How many brothers? Fathers? Husbands? Friends?' I felt tears begin to well up in my eyes. 'No! The blood of the Dragon never cries! Especially over those who swore to serve him!' My mind began racing until I was met by Ser Yohnas, Ser Martyn, and Ser Caul; all mounted with an extra horse's reins held by Martyn. I wiped my eyes and mounted the extra horse.

"Your Grace, we have received word from Ser Addam as well as Lord Darkfyre at King's Landing. Ser Addam counts three thousand dead and a thousand wounded; and he requests more men as soon as conveniences you, Your Grace." Ser Yohnas announced.

'That answers my question. Half his army is dead or wounded. He went from ten thousand strong, healthy men to six thousand tired and one thousand wounded men. In just a few hours too.'

"What about Lord Darkfyre's letter?"

"He says that ships from Slaver's Bay have arrived in harbor carrying word from Meereen. Someone who claims to be Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen, your sister, conquered the city with ten thousand Unsullied, and…"

"And what, Yohnas?"

"Three dragons. Named: Drogon, Rhaegal, and Viserion; after her dead Dothraki husband and your brothers; Rhaegar and Viserys." I stood aghast.

"Is this a jape, Yohnas? Do you take me for a fool?"

"No, Your Grace."

"Send word to Ser Eren Merrick in King's Landing. Have him prepare King Aegon's Fist, Balerion, Meraxes, and, Vhagar. Tell him the destination is Meereen, I'd like to see these 'dragons' for myself."

Meereen

It took a month to sail from King's Landing, to Sunspear, to Volantis, then to Meereen. Of the four ships brought: King Aegon's Fist, Balerion, Meraxes, and Vhagar, the two smallest ones, the three hundred oared Vhagar and Meraxes carried very little soldiers but much supplies. Balerion, a four hundred and fifty oared ship, and King Aegon's Fist carried mostly men. We docked at the port of Meereen and were greeted by merchants as my men disembarked. I had with me, one thousand of my best men and my ten Kingsguard.

"Greetings to the great city of Meereen, strangers" A man said in the Common Tongue of Westeros.

"Who is this city ruled by?" I asked

"Queen Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen, Queen of the Andals and the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, Breaker of Chains, Mother of Dragons, Queen of Meereen, and Princess of Dragonstone."

"Where might we find her?"

"In that pyramid." The man said pointing at the tallest pyramid in the city.

"Many thanks." I said, tossing him a silver coin. My men and I began to walk, guided by the enormous pyramid, so high, it seemed to touch the sky. We were forced to stop at the pyramid's base.

"We are here to see the queen." I shouted to the men atop the gate. One of the guards went inside and ten minutes later returned and opened the gate. Most of my men were forced to stay outside of the main chamber, but my Kingsguard and fifty other men were allowed to the central chamber. The massive wooden doors swung open and we were greeted with the sight of a massive chamber with a makeshift throne at the opposite end. The walls were decorated with Valyrian carvings, Volantine stone-masonry, and Braavosi tile-work. On the throne sat a beautiful woman, with waist-length platinum-silver hair, and wearing a stunning blue Ghiscari dress. The throne was flanked by seven men: three Dothraki; one armed with an arakh, one with a bow, and the last with a whip, a man with short white hair, wearing the golden armour of a Kingsguard knight, a man with long brown hair with a sword at either hip, and a large brown-skinned man armed with an arakh, and a man amoured in a black hauberk with a black bear on a field of green, armed with a sword at his left hip.

'What an odd bunch. Three Dothraki, a man of the Kingsguard, a sellsword, a pit fighter, and a Mormont? Could it be Ser Jorah?' I thought to myself. My Kingsguard and I stopped just before the dias on which the throne was. My men stopped around five meters behind.

"And who you?" The woman said.

"You have the honour of meeting King Aerys of House Targaryen, The Third of His Name, King of the Andals and the Rhoynar and of the First Men, The Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm, The True King of Westeros." Ser Yohnas announced. I heard a shriek and saw three forms fly from behind the throne, dragons. The two smaller ones, the green one and the cream coloured one landed at either side of the throne and the larger one, black and crimson, landed at the top of the throne.

"You know my name, what of yours?" I asked.

"My name is Queen Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen, Queen of the Andals and the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, Breaker of Chains, Mother of Dragons, Queen of Meereen, and Princess of Dragonstone."

"My queen, you honour my men and I with your radiance. I come offering, to you, The Iron Throne. I offer you, queen-ship over the realm. As the last Targaryens it is our duty to continue the dynasty. Marry me, my Queen of Fire, and you shall have Westeros in the palm of your hand."

"What of the Usurper, Robert Baratheon?"

"He died long ago, my queen. I killed Ser Jaime Lannister, Queen Cersei Lannister, and one of the children of their incest, Joffrey Lannister. The other two remain my captives along with Stannis Baratheon, the oldest of Robert's brothers. Among the dead are Ser Meryn Trant, Ser Boros Blount, Ser Preston Greenfield, Ser Mandon Moore, Ser Arys Oakheart, and Sandor Clegane. All of Joffrey's Kingsguard. I see that Ser Barristan Selmy has joined you, as well as Ser Jorah Mormont."

"Yes. They have. What of the Usurper's dogs: Lord Tywin Lannister and Lord Eddard Stark."

"Of them only Lord Tywin lives, Casterly Rock and Lannisport are mine, as well as the northern half of the Westerlands, the rumor is that he hides in Crakehall," She looked to Ser Barristan and Ser Jorah, "I have twenty-thousand Unsullied on their way to garrison this city to replace your ten-thousand, as well as thirty-thousand manning the walls of King's Landing and Dragonstone. The Martells of Dorne have pledged fealty, as well as the Arryns of The Vale. King Robb Stark and I agreed that the North should be a sovereignty, holding the Riverands and a small portion of the Westerlands. My Queen, the war is all but over. However, Lord Mace Tyrell of Highgarden's lords are split between House Baratheon and House Targaryen."

"We shall see what they think of three dragons then." She replied

"Four, I have a dragon as well, Balerion, named for King Aegon's very own. Harrenhal's seen Balerion's strength twice now." She smiled walking from the throne and over to me.

"I see that you know two of my Queensguard." She pointed to the three Dothraki one at a time and said, "Aggo, Jhogo, and Rakharo," Then to the large man, "Strong Belwas," and finally to the man with long brown hair "Daario Naharis"

"A pleasure," I said, "I assume you'd like to join our guards?" Her black dragon took flight and landed next to me and sniffed me.

"It seems that he likes you," She said smiling, "and yes, we should join our guard. Would you introduce me the men whose hands my life would be in?"

"Lord Commander Yohnas, Ser Caul, Ser Martyn Snow, Ser Matrim Osgrey, Ser Clavis Lyberr, Ser Felton Flowers, Ser Jasper Rivers, Ser Garrett Longley, Ser Kannut Bannside, and Ser Drollo."

"They don't look too special." She commented.

"Ohh, they are, my queen, have you heard of the myth of the ghouls?"

"I'm afraid I haven't."

"A ghoul is a person who is unlike any other person, a ghoul can only taste human flesh, water, ale, and wine. Ghouls eat people to survive. In addition to this, ghouls have a unique organ called a Kakuhou, which contains a special kind of blood used to make predatory organs called Kagune. Along with the Kagune, a ghoul's eyes turn from white and a colour, to something called a Kakugan which is coloured black and red," She looked into my eyes and looked almost shocked, "I see that you've noticed my Kakugan. And to answer your question, yes, the eleven off us, my Kingsguard and I, are ghouls. However, we've sworn to only eat those who deserve to die."

"I see. Take us to your ship, we should go to King's Landing as soon as we can." We walked together, surrounded by our combined guard of seventeen men, to the docks. Her ten-thousand Unsulllied had already boarded the ships as well as her five-hundred Dothraki. We set sail for Westeros as the strong winds of Valyria began to pick up.