And so another new story begins! This time my OC belongs to House Targaryen, the youngest son of the Mad King Aerys. I'm just putting this out now to sound out how well received it is going to be, and if all goes well I'll start updating it alongside No Mercy.

I own nothing but Lucerys Targaryen and any other characters that aren't named in either A Song of Ice and Fire or HBO's Game of Thrones.

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The seawater lapped calmly against the hull of the Vhaegon, as the imposing war ship kept its course along the bright blue waters of the northern Summer Sea. On board, close to one hundred men were frantically getting to work preparing numerous long-range weapons for the battle that they all knew was getting closer every second.

Atop the quarterdeck stood two men. One was elder, with a greying red hair cut close to the head, and he was looking through a far eye out at an island far in the distance. "We're close." He said.

"Good." The younger of the two grinned. His purple eyes gleaming in the hot sunlight almost as much as the shiny steel armour he was wearing, his Westerosi house sigil engraved in the chest plate proudly for all to see. "Ready the fleet."

"At once, Captain General." The red head obeyed.

"I've told you a thousand times Jon, to you I'm just Luke." The younger man said, wiping his shoulder length silver hair out of his face.

Jon shook his head at that. "To me, you're my King. But you refuse to let me call you that as well Lucerys."

"Because my brother is still alive." Luke reminded the elder man. "He may think I'm dead, but he is still my Father's heir and so the rightful heir. What we do today is for him and my sister."

"Of course." Jon said knowingly as he'd heard those words hundreds of times. He grabbed the signalling flags. "What do you want me to say?"

Luke placed both hands on the wheel and stared at the island city that was becoming clearer on the horizon. "Exactly like when we faced the Crows Eye." He said with a menacing smirk, taking in the sight of Euron Greyjoy's repurposed ship beneath his "They made fools of my family and stole from them. Take no prisoners."

Jon grinned back before turning around to signal to the other 49 ships in the fleet before walking quickly down the stairs to scream at the men. "The Captain General has decreed no prisoners! Strike true, strike hard. Send these bastards down to the depths and Lys shall be ours by nightfall!"

The men cheered, and Luke couldn't help the smirk on his face. Briefly putting one hand on the ruby decorating the pommel of his Valyrian Steel sword for comfort, he soon focused solely on leading the fleet towards Lys. The bells from the city could soon be heard, as a small number of Lyseni ships began to sail out, rushed and uncoordinated.

"I know those sails." Jon commented as he returned to the quarterdeck. "Salladhor Saan."

The famous pirate sell sail of the Summer Isles, Luke remembered. "This will be easy." Luke told himself, wiping his silver hair away from his eyes again. "PREPARE TO BRACE!" He roared, as the men pushed out the assault ramp at the bow of the ship, ready to drop it on the first one they could find.

The Vhaegon was one of the newer ships in the Golden Company's arsenal, having taken a dozen of ships from the Ironborn after an assault on the Summer Islands had led them to the exiled Greyjoy's fleet. A lengthy battle had been had, but the Company had won, and Luke had taken the Silence for himself, renaming and redecorating it, and incarcerating the remains of the mad Greyjoy in the figurehead for all to know to be terrified when they saw the Vhaegon. Luke soon shook the image of Euron Greyjoy's body out of his mind as he turned the wheel to the left slightly, ready to impact with the first ship they found.

And what an impact it was. Gripping on to the wheel tightly Luke felt himself jolted to the left as the Dragon's mouth came crashing down onto the largest Lyseni ship and the battle soon started. Half of his crew manned the catapults aiming at the other oncoming ships while the other half streamed down the narrow gangway onto the Lyseni in disarray. "Jon! You have the wheel!" He screamed at his friend and mentor, as Luke withdrew the Valyrian Steel sword Blackfyre and sprinted towards the bow and onto the other ship.

Almost immediately as he ran down the gangway onto The Valyrian, carving the Valyrian Steel blade through the leather armour of one of the pirates, spilling guts onto the deck. Swinging his wrist, Luke then found a new opponent, clashing blades twice before the pirate fell to the ground, blood pouring from his neck. Blood spattering in his face, Luke wiped his eyes with his sleeve and walked menacingly towards the wheel, leaving a trail of dismembered and bleeding corpses behind him as he went.

Rising up the stairs his eyes caught a smaller Summer Islander dressed in ornate clothes slash his scimitar diagonally down a Golden Company man's torso, kicking him to the floor with a laugh.

"You're a pretty boy." Saan said, holding his sword out at Luke. "You'd be worth a fortune in the pleasure houses."

Luke smirked. "A shame the price on your head is worth more than they'd give me for you, or I might have sold you to them Saan."

Saan was amused, and his face showed it a wide grin. "This shall be fun."

Luke agreed, and struck quickly as Blackfyre was inches away from the pirate's throat before it was batted away. Another blow to the left was blocked, before Lucerys jumped backwards, missing a swing from Saan.

He stepped into the attack again, as Blackfyre sang as the Valyrian Steel sword battered the scimitar from all angles. Luke was taller and stronger than Saan and it showed as the Captain General of the Golden Company forced the pirate against the back end of his own ship. Standing tall with the sea wind whipping his hair around his face, salt water and sweat dripping from the Valyrian locks, Luke watched as Saan unwillingly trembled, before Blackfyre parried a weak attack away and was driven into the heart of the pirate.

As the Summer Islander gasped his last breath and slumped to the floor, Luke quickly severed his head, sticking it on the point of Blackfyre and holding the sword up for all to see on the main deck of the Valyrian. The pirates mostly looked up and stopped their fights dropping their swords and other weapons in surrender, disheartened by the death of their leader. The Golden Company cheered loudly as Luke walked back over to the Vhaegon and retaking the wheel.

"They're breaking!" Jon exclaimed over the noise of catapults firing. Luke saw that he was right, and the Lyseni ships were trying to flee, leaving the city open.

"Good!" Luke cried. "Bring the ramp up, we have a city to sack!"

The city of Lys was soon dripping with blood as the Golden Company roamed. Luke wasn't interested in stealing or raping, so he and a loyal group of men fought their way through the city towards the cliffside palace that was the home of the Magisters. It didn't take long before the doors had been kicked in and the Company were slaughtering the palace guards.

Lys was ruled by three Magister's, and all three of them and their families were quickly rounded up and brought to Luke, who was sat on the central throne of three in the lavish hall. Jon stood to his right as the three families were forced to their knees in front of him.

"Which one of you is the wealthiest?" Luke asked bluntly in Valyrian. The three looked between one another, terrified, but silent. "Answer me now, or you'll all die."

"Him!" The youngest of the three men shouted, pointing to a middle-aged man who was holding the hand of his wife. "He has an entire bank! Take him and let us live in peace!"

Luke was grateful that it hadn't taken long at all, and he nodded to Jon, who stepped forwards and stabbed the younger man in the heart, before then doing the same to the third Magister. "Take their families. Give the women to the men of the company, give the men to the slavers." Luke commanded. He waited for the wailing women and children to be forced out of the room before standing himself and walking up to the kneeling Magister. "Baelor Rogare, I presume?"

"You know me?" Baelor answered in the common tongue.

"I do." Luke replied. "House Rogare has a… reputation. I think we may even be distantly related somehow." The 19-year-old shrugged.

"What do you want? What has Lys done to offend the Company?" Baelor asked.

"It's more what you've done to offend Myr." Luke admitted.

"We can pay more." Rogare tried, but Jon just barked out a laugh.

"I highly doubt that." The elder man chuckled.

"They are being very generous." Luke told Baelor. "And they're letting us keep everything we plunder."

"There must be something." Baelor begged. "Please, we are a peaceful island."

"Peaceful?" Luke asked darkly. "Tell me, Lord Rogare, do you remember hosting two children a few years ago? Two scared, innocent children that just wanted your help?"

Rogare's eyes widened. "No… you can't be…"

"All they wanted was shelter and safety, and you stole everything valuable they had and chucked them out in the dirt!" Luke was bordering on shouting now. "Their money, their jewels, their mother's crown."

Rogare was now on all fours at Luke's feet. "We had no choice… King Robert…"

"NEVER!" Luke roared. "Never call him that in my presence!"

"Luke." Jon warned, and the younger boy closed his eyes and began to breath slowly. Opening them once more he took a closer look at the Magister's family.

His wife was silently sobbing, and his eldest son was trying to break free of his captors. The man also had two daughters, and it was the younger one that caught his eye, a girl with light indigo eyes and the typical silvery hair of Valyria. He moved towards her, gesturing her to stand.

"What's your name?" Luke asked. Baelor began to protest but a punch to the side of the head silenced him.

"Valarra." The girl said, standing firm.

"How old are you, Valarra?" Luke followed up.

"Sixteen."

Luke smiled, and nodded his acknowledgement when the company paymaster, Gorys Edoryen, came in holding two objects of great importance.

"We found them." He cried triumphantly, walking up to Luke. "Your Magnificence." He bowed, overexaggerating his words as he held out the objects that they had truly come to Lys for.

Taking the delicate crown in his hands, Luke hitched a breath. It was a simple black gold circlet with three small rubies at the front, but it meant everything to him. "My Mother's crown." He whispered. "Finally." Next, he took the sword from Gorys, unsheathing it to reveal the Valyrian Steel Sword of House Rogare, Truth. Admiring the blade, he used it to rip open Valarra Rogare's dress, exposing her young, naked body to the room as the dress fell to her feet. Baelor once again tried to protest, along with the Rogare heir, but they were both beaten again and held back.

"You are beautiful, my dear." Luke told the girl, stroking her cheek as she held her head high, trying to not show any weakness. "You'll do perfectly." He gestured for one of his men to bring a Targaryen banner to him, as Luke wrapped her up himself before taking her hand with a slight hint of force. He turned to Baelor, who was looking dazed from the blows and tears were in his eyes. "In the name of my brother, Viserys. The rightful King of Westeros. I, Lucerys of House Targaryen, do take back what was stolen from my House, as well as your sword and your daughter as compensation for your ill treatment of my brother and sister." He then whispered darkly to the Magister. "If you ever cross House Targaryen again, then I will not be as merciful as I am now."

As the words settled in and Baelor's wife began crying for her daughter, Luke led Valarra out of the Magister's Palace by the hand, as she used her other one to keep the banner around her body, silent tears falling down her cheeks.

A few days after the Sacking of Lys, Luke and the Golden Company were back in their camp on the Essosi mainland, deep within the Disputed Lands that had seen so much conflict through the years. He rode in last of all his men, with his prize sat in front of him on his horse, her back pressed closely to his chest. He rode towards the impressive tent that he had called home since his other mentor Myles Toyne's death little over two years before. Dismounting, he pulled Valarra off of his horse too, and held her hand as they entered through the tent flaps.

"This is your home now." He told her, turning to the girl as they reached the ornate bed. "You don't leave this tent without me or Jon."

"Of course, my lord." Valarra replied passively.

Luke sighed, running a hand down her cheek softly and noticing when she flinched. "Do you understand why you're here?"

"I'm to be your whore." She said, a hint of bitterness in her voice.

Luke snorted out a soft laugh. "I guess you could say it like that. Your Father insulted my House by his treatment of my siblings. You being here is more a warning to him than anything else, so long as you don't become a problem to us you will be treated well, I guarantee it." Valarra didn't say anything, instead just stared Luke down with her Valyrian coloured eyes. Luke smirked, as two women were ushered into the tent. "These two are your maids, they will bring you food, help you get dressed and will be your companions in camp." He said to Valarra, before turning to the elder of the two girls. "Make her pretty." He told them, before he left Valarra alone with the girls, stepping towards the back corner of the tent.

There was a separate section there, kept hidden by the drooping black fabric with a red three headed dragon snaking down the material. Pushing it to one side, Luke knelt before the black oak chest. Out of his shirt he brought out three keys, using each one to unlock a separate lock before pushing the chest open. Smiling, he again reached into his shirt and pulled out the circlet that had once been the prized possession of his Mother. He kissed the middle ruby before placing it alongside his other prizes. Eying up the thin jewelled golden crown of Jaehaerys I, the simple golden band of Aegon III and the warlike black spikes of Maekar's own crown, Luke grinned to himself. "Three more to go." He whispered to himself, before locking the chest once again and returning to his bedchamber and his new prize.