Three years now in the war for the empire, Jon hates this , how many lives lost how many blood he spilled for the empire not that he was shy of blood or weakling in fact all people told him that he was the best sword in the Targaryen empire, after all, that was why he was given Blackfyre and Dark Sister usually Blackfyre was given to the best warrior, not the heir or the king but the one worthy of it and his father deemed him worthy and due to his duel wielding preferred fighting style the Kingsguard bestowed Dark Sister on him, the blade was wielding by the most skilled warriors the realm known such what the kingsguard represented and it was a great honor since the last one to wield it outside the kingsguard was Visenya Targaryen herself who made it a blade of the kingsguard to protect the High king and Queen, Jon was interrupted by his thoughts with a firm hand on his shoulder he turns to see his faithful friend and brother at all but blood.

"Three years Jon and now we go back to the capital, gods this Dothraki wouldn't leave alone would they?" Daemon says.

"Home brother, home, we'll soon be at Summerhall and rest after this godforsaken campaign."

"Then let's go commander deal with these noblemen so we can leave as soon as possible."

"Aye let's go deal with I have a feeling that they will not be so pleased after we give them High king's terms" Jon replies, already thinking about how to respond to the reactions of the city rulers.

they were now inside the walls of Qohor after the High King commanded him to lead his legion to help them before the nearby khalasar lead by the mighty Khal Drogo since the idiots in the city council refused to pay tribute to him, so for their mistake he had to add other moons to his campaign after already fighting for two years trying to end the dispute and bring peace to the empire.

He walked flanked by his friend and first office Daemon by his side after having secured the city and defeating the khalasar by slaying their khal with his own blade, they suffered losses, of course, numbering 1000 soldiers and comrades and this was very grave to them since the elite Dark Legion rarely suffered that much losses even with being numbered 40,000 losing 1,000 soldiers was too much.

He walked with Daemon and his guard through the cheers of the people they saved until they reached the hall by welcomed with sounds of clapping and praising voices. A bald man stepped in and welcomed them "Greetings my prince we're so overjoyed by your arrival and forever grateful for saving our city from those savages horse lords."

"All subjects within the empire are under their protection good sers." Jon replies with his face remaining solemn and guarded not betraying any emotion.

"We are forever grateful for it."

"long live the dragons."

"the dark prince."

he heard people shout from the background and he feels nothing as he continues to business "Of course my good noblemen there are terms from the High King that I must present you."

"what is the meaning of this ?!" the bald man shouts after taking the parchment and reading it to those gathered.

"Unfair"

"thieves"

"cut him and send him to his thief of a king in pieces. " one stupid weasel cries from the rear, at hearing this his men who are in the room draws their swords in an instant and closing down to protect their commander from any danger.

he held his hand to stop this from getting too far and says with an icy tone "you just threatened your prince and in front of his men and just after saving you from dying after being arrogant to risk the wrath of the Dothraki and refusing paying them tribute claiming that you can defeat them with your unsullied but after Astapor didn't send you those slave soldiers, I was the one that had to come all the way to here to save your lives."

"but this is unfair, we won't give you third of our treasury!" the bald weasel says with a red face from anger.

"it seems that you forget that this isn't a negotiation because of you I had dragged my legion further than I first intended and lost good men defending you and lost supplies. you are in the empire and live under our protection, we left you your freedom to rule yourselves but I can easily kill every single one of you now and put and loyal man to rule in the interest of the empire." Jon responds still glaring the bald man with his icy deep amethyst eyes.

the noblemen cowered after this and accepted begrudgingly. he left the hall with his friend by his side and made way to the battlements overlooking their camp.

"will you be riding to the capital with the men or are you missing her so much that you'll fly there." Daemon teased him, he knows very well who he's talking about, his beautiful sister Rhaenys who he loves with every fiber of his being but their father decreed that they can't marry, he understood very well why his father would refuse them fearing for mad Targaryens like Aerys the Mad Dragon who nearly burnt the realm to the ground, so his father wouldn't allow brother and sister to marry anymore.

he calls Balerion to him and sees that beautiful and frighting dragon land in the big courtyard that barely fits him. of the three dragons that he hatched 5 years ago Balerion was the biggest and the most compliant of the dragons but this is due to their bonding process, surprisingly after the second dragon chose his sister as his rider, the third, however, chose Daemon who has the blood of the dragon but was not a Targaryen, Aegon was mad and wouldn't talk to anyone for weeks so was his uncle Viserys, but he wouldn't care about any of the two they hated him for what reason he didn't know maybe Aegon hated him out of jealousy because he felt that Rhaenys was supposed to be his since he's the heir but she ignored him and love Jon or maybe he deemed him a threat to the throne. he didn't even care why his uncle even hated him for, he hated since birth and deemed him not ' A true dragon' because of his black curly hair, and when he hatched the dragons after hundred years after the dance which made them extinct he's been wroth at him, he snapped out of his thought by his brother's voice

"no matter how many times I look at them, I can't help but feel like a child being giving a new toy." he understand Daemon of course, the dragons Balerion was as black as night with veins of red scaling his body and surprisingly his fire was also black, Daenra, his sister's dragon was the beauty of the three with his silver scales that reflect that sun it's as beautiful as Balerion was frightening and the third and one of the rarest dragons since even the freehold, Daemon's dragon was white or icy, no one knew how but the dragon can look white as snow or blue as ice as his mother described him like the magnificent wall in Westeros across the Narrow sea. he was glad that the third dragon chose Daemon because he couldn't be more happy for his friend who saved his life countless times and fought side by side with him and never left his side since childhood.

"Aye they are beautiful, brother but we're the only ones that see them that way, the others will always look at them like monsters." Jon responded still looking at his dragon who was waiting for him for orders.

"can you really blame them Jon after everything they've seen them do ?"

"No, not really but I'll always see them this way," Jon said with a sad voice.

"Come, brother, we have a long march to Summerhall and we're in need of long rest, the man is too loyal and won't say a word and fall on their sword if you asked, but that's why I'm here brother." Daemon teases him with a smile on his face.

After years on the Dark Legion and he's still astounded with how are loyal to the fault these men are, loyal to their commander above all others even the High King.

"Aye, brother give the orders, we march for home."