An Emporer's Song

Disclaimer: ASOIAF and PJO are owned by their respective creators.

A/N: I just realized that all the old reviews don't match the story so far whatsoever. Whoops, that's kind of awkward. Guess you all should probably review so it doesn't confuse any newcomers.

Reviews:

Jasper123 (Guest): Thank you! Percy still has a long way until he sits on any throne. It may be the Iron Throne or even an entirely different throne. Who knows really. All I know is that Percy will eventually become an Emperor.

: A lot of things that happen to Viserys and Dany in the book does not happen in this story. We'll find out her goals sooner or later. Percy at this point of time has no reason or want to regain his supposedly rightful throne. Events in this chapter will kick start him on the path of a conqueror. Percy is replacing baby Aegon in this story. Just assume he escaped with Rhaella and Viserys to Dragonstone while his sister stayed behind. We'll see how things go in regards to how Percy takes the Seven Kingdoms.

TheLaughingMan1: Haha. Yes I ran into the problem of the 'perfect Percy' in my original take of the story. This new Percy will have flaws and make mistakes in order to learn from them. That's what makes a true leader after all.

Natsu vi Kurosaki: Yes, I'm sure we all loved arrogant Percy haha. This Percy will be much more grounded then the other one.

Sian Ray: I see no real point in having the original up. I'm not continuing it after all. But if enough people want that then I suppose I could put them both up seperately.

Dopeenight: Thank you! Yes, The Tale of the Black Dragon will always hold a place in my heart. But sadly I desperately needed to bring out more feeling and meaning to the story to do it real justice. Thank you for understanding that.

: Thanks. The ending to chapter 1 sets in motion the events that will start Percy off on the path of a conqueror. A Targaryen can never just quit and live peacefully. The god's won't allow it haha.

Masso 2010: Yes, I thought TTBD needed a rewrite as well. Percy most likely won't be having his old sea powers back. BUT, I will say that there is a reason why Percy isn't a completely normal human. No spoilers, but I'm sure you could make a guess after this chapter.

Silfra: Thanks!

Guest: I hope this chapter answers your question in regards to Percy and Lady Rogare.

Ippon: To my knowledge, Westeros's currency is widely used across the Known World. But I will agree that 1000 silver stags/5 golden dragons is a lot. But keep in mind, Percy was their only servant and they were only being kind to him as his uncle is supposedly sick. For a former banking family that used to be on par with the Iron Bank of Braavos, 5 golden dragons a week is minuscule. I won't be getting too much into detail with regards to other city's currencies unless I have to. I'd rather stick to one universal currency the same as just using the USD in the real world. But I'll make sure not to overprice things in the future. Thanks for bringing this up!

TBM10: I'm aware of the changes to their ages. I wanted Daenerys to be two years younger than Perseus since he's replacing Aegon. I've read that Dany was 13 when the first book started so I'm just trying to keep her along those lines. Ages are sometimes vague in Asoiaf. It won't change much though I assure you.

ficreader2011: Thanks. There is still some time before Daenerys even thinks of learning how to wield a sword. Women aren't really supported by their male counterparts to take up arms in Planetos. She may do so anyway though. Who knows.

Kkmememesha: I doubt the Triarchy of Lys would care about who told who to do what. They'd probably just kill both of them. Haha

Rigald02: Yes, this Percy will be more like his old self but with a twist on the whole personal loyalty fatal flaw deal. There is a reason Athena said that his fatal flaw was dangerous. Rick Riordan just couldn't really bring out its darker side because, well, it's a kids book. He very briefly touched up on it though when Percy and Annabeth were in Tartarus and Percy almost choked a goddess to death with her own poison. Rick wrote how even Annabeth was afraid of that kind of Percy.

BlackWolf419: Probably.

Warnings: Violence, Gore

Chapter 2. The Old Griff

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297 AC, Lys

Absolute silence reigned in the bed chamber as Percy and Lady Rogare stared at the corpse of Lord Rogare. The now bloodied sword, Truth, still embedded in the man's chest.

Percy didn't know why he did it. It was a spur of the moment kind of thing. Who could have expected for Lord Rogare to just barge in while Percy was in the middle of banging his lady wife?

Certainly not Percy, that's who. The old man was supposed to be on his way back from his trip to Tyrosh. At least a full day's worth of travel by sea.

Did the sea god of this world grant the old man a speedy passage just to spite Percy? No, he was just incredibly 'lucky' like that.

He had been ready to simply run past the man as profanities and promises of death were sent at the back of his head. After which, Percy would simply gather his things and leave Lys with Viserys and Daenerys in tow.

Now that he had killed Lord Rogare though, he would have the hounds of hell at his heels in his escape. How could he do something so stupid? So utterly reckless and heartless as to kill a man.

A sudden feeling of sickness overwhelmed Percy and he hurled onto the floor.

He had killed an innocent man. Not just any man but a man who had given him a job and money to provide for his family. And in return for his kindness, Percy had sex multiple times with his wife and then killed him when he had found out.

Percy hurled onto the floor again, tears stinging the corners of his eyes. He was a hero. Someone who helped others. Someone who had saved the world without so much as regarding personal gain.

How could he be so selfish? How could he be so heartless to a man that had shown him nothing but kindness and respect?

"Perseus, you have to leave." Lady Rogare finally spoke.

He continued to sob. His tears staining the floor just as the blood of Lord Rogare was. The blood of an innocent man was now on his hands.

Lady Rogare rushed to him, "You have to leave, Perseus!" She told him.

This time he responded, "W-What about you?" Percy hiccuped.

"I'll be fine. I'll just tell them a robber came inside and killed him. Y-You'll have to kill the guards at the entrance so the story is convincing. No one will believe a woman killed her wife along with two guards." Lady Rogare said.

Percy recoiled from her touch, "How could you be so calm about this? I killed an innocent man!" He shouted.

"You had to do it, Perseus! If you didn't then he would have had us both killed." Lady Rogare snapped at him.

She stood and walked over to the corpse of Lord Rogare. After a brief moment of hesitation, she grabbed Truth and wrenched it from the man's body.

"Here. Valyrian steel is very rare and expensive. The Triarchy will have no choice but to accept that it was a thieves doing." She pressed the sword into his hand.

"I ruined our lives. We were doing so well. And I ruined it all because of my own selfishness." Percy murmured, distraught.

Seeing how broken he was. Lady Rogare knelt next to Percy to hold him in comfort, "I'm truly sorry things have to end in this way, my love. If only he had died of old age so we could be together." She said.

Her words made Percy pause before turning to look at her, "You wanted your husband to die so we could be together?" He asked incredulously.

She blinked, "Well, yes. He wasn't exactly the best husband. He certainly couldn't fuck me as well as you." Percy's stomach flipped again.

"This was wrong. I shouldn't have done this." He shook his head.

"Perseus. My sweet Perseus. You did this for love." Lady Rogare whispered to him.

He looked at her, "For love?" Percy asked, perplexed.

She smiled, "Isn't it love that makes us do the things we do? It can give us the strength to do things we wouldn't normally be able to do otherwise." She told him.

Love. Perhaps the strongest emotion in existence. Percy was quite familiar with love. He had met the personification of it after all. It was true. Love made good men and women do things that they normally wouldn't do.

Like how Paris had snuck Helen back to Troy with him regardless of consequences. An entire city had fallen just because of the actions of two people who had been in love.

It had to be the reason. There was no other way a hero like him would do such a cruel act. His love had made him make the choice he normally wouldn't have been able to make. The love he had for his new family and perhaps even the love he shared with Lady Rogare.

"Yes, love. We're in love, right?" Percy asked her.

She smiled sweetly, "Of course, we are in love. I love you more than anything." Their lips met again over the corpse of the late Lord Rogare whose body was not yet cold.

Percy ended the kiss, "I love you." He said with a smile.

"And I you, Perseus. Now go. You will have to stay away for a while and wait until things die down. Then we can be together." Lady Rogare told him.

He nodded slowly, "When will we see each other again?" Percy asked desperately.

"Soon. But for now you must go. Make sure you deal with the guards outside." Percy frowned a bit at that before Lady Rogare pulled him into another kiss.

"You'll do what you must for our love right?" She caressed his face.

"I'll do it. For you." He said, determined.

She smiled before bringing him to his feet, "Now go. I'll send for you when everything is over." She promised.

He nodded fervently and dashed out of the room giving her one last smile before taking off completely.

Sword of Truth in hand, Percy ran out of the manse of the house of Rogare. It was only temporary. He would come back along with Viserys and Daenerys and they would all live long and wealthy lives together. Maybe even have children. He couldn't do that with Annabeth in his last life. Him being the son of Poseidon would have put a large target on his children's back. They'd have never been safe.

But now he could have a family of his own. Kids and a loving wife that he could live a comfortable life with. The idea almost made him giggle in excitement.

Maybe this life really was going to be a peaceful haven for Percy. The gods themselves knew that he more than deserved it.

The days of Percy Jackson savior of the world, Champion of Olympus was over. He would officially retire his sword and live a calm life with Lady Rogare. Lord Perseus Rogare. That thought actually made him giggle.

And that was the last thing the two guards at the manse entrance heard before their heads were separated from their shoulders.

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Some time later…

When Percy arrived at the inn the sun had long since set. Truth was still in his hand as he sped down the roads.

Blood splatter had all but decorated his white linen short so he had to get rid of it on the way to the inn and go topless. There weren't many people outside so it didn't look too odd. Most people probably just thought he was coming back from a pillow house.

The same man dressed in red armor was still passed out on one of the tables. If it wasn't for hearing the man's loud snoring every day he passed him then Percy would have thought the man had died years ago.

Percy bounded up the stairs two steps at a time. They had eventually all gotten separate rooms, except Daenerys who shared a room with Percy, so he went to Viserys's door before his own.

"Viserys, open the door!" Percy said, repeatedly banging on the wooden door.

He could hear groans from the other side of the door before it opened, "Why in the seven hells are you banging so loudly?" Viserys answered the door.

Completely naked.

Percy looked behind Viserys to see the naked sleeping form of a silver haired woman. Unlike him, Viserys had no qualms with purchasing women from pleasure houses. After he had started making his own coin working for the cityguard, the Targaryen prince had a new sex slave in his bed every other day.

"I need to tell you and Dany something. Follow me." Percy didn't give him a chance to protest as he pulled him away.

"Can't this wait till the morning, Perseus?" Viserys moaned tiredly.

Percy ignored his uncle and opened his room's door. Sitting on her bed surrounded by piles of books was Daenerys. She looked up from the book she was reading and blinked at the not so odd sight. It wasn't the first time they had seen each other naked. They had lived and bathed with each other for years after all.

Daenerys seemed to know that something was wrong, "What's wrong, Perseus?" She stood up from her bed.

After peaking back down the barren hallway, Percy closed the door behind him and Viserys.

He pressed his back against the door to regain his breathing. Meanwhile Daenerys began to slowly pale as she kept looking back and forth between the naked Viserys who still looked half asleep and the half naked Percy who looked like he had made a horrible mistake.

"Oh gods." Daenerys muttered in horror, "Please tell me you two didn't have sex!"

Her comment made Percy choke on air and Viserys looked like he had swallowed a lemon. To be honest it probably did kind of look that way from her perspective. A lot of things had happened to change what kind of guy Percy was, recent events proved that much certain, but he most definitely still liked women. He had nothing against people who swung that way but...yeah no.

"W-What? Gods no, Viserys was already naked with some pleasure slave by the time I came here!" Percy spluttered in embarrassment.

Viserys's face wrinkled, "I may be many things but a boy lover is not one of them." He said in disgust.

Daenerys released a sigh of relief, "Oh, thank the Seven." She murmured to herself.

Percy decided it was best to end that conversation and never touch up on it again, "I have something to tell you both." He announced.

"Well, hurry up and get on with it. Whores aren't cheap you know." Viserys said, looking annoyed while Daenerys just stared at him expectantly.

Looking at their faces now Percy couldn't help but feel greatly ashamed. The past few years had been good to them. Definitely much better considering their beginning years. Things had been looking up for them.

Viserys had told him about a potential promotion for him in the cityguard. Of the men in the cityguard who already looked up to him like he was their captain. How the pleasure slaves in the pillow houses called him 'Viserys the Wild' because of his frightening stamina and ferocity in bed.

Daenerys was more than happy reading her history books and retelling tales of Old Valyria to Percy before bed every night. Her happy smile when she talked of the dragons of Old Valyria always put a smile on his face. She no longer went to bed with an empty stomach or scared of the dangers the next day might bring. A few Lyseni boys had even begun trying to court her. Though Percy and Viserys made sure to end that.

And now all of that was potentially ruined. All because of his love for Lady Rogare. If this world had any real gods, then he prayed that they would have mercy if not for Percy then for Viserys and Daenerys.

Percy coughed uncomfortably, "I-uh kindofkilledLordRogare." He mumbled.

They blinked in confusion, "Speak up, dear nephew! The whores with my cock in their mouths sound more clearer than you." Viserys rolled his eyes.

Daenerys shot her brother an annoyed look, "Was that really necessary?" Viserys blissfully ignored her.

Percy sighed, "I said that I killed Lord Rogare!" Cue the pen drop silence.

The two Targaryen siblings looked at him closely. As if expecting him to say it was a joke. After a few more moments the realization kicked in and they gaped at him in shock.

"What the hell do you mean you killed Lord Rogare?" Viserys shouted.

Daenerys looked gobsmacked, "I-I don't understand. I thought he was a good man?" She said.

Percy tiredly ran a hand through his hair, "It wasn't on purpose. He caught me sleeping with his wife, Lady Rogare." He told them, shocking them even further.

"I would have expected something like this from myself but not you Perseus!" Viserys said in disbelief.

Daenerys sat back down on her bed. No longer able to take what she was hearing while standing. The distress in her face was quite visible as she gazed off into space.

"It wasn't supposed to end like this! I didn't want to kill him, Viserys." Percy said, angrily.

Viserys looked at him incredulously, "You fucked another man's wife! And not just any man. A Lord of a noble house! How did you expect it would end?" He shouted at him

Percy stepped up to Viserys's face, "How could I possibly know that he would be back so early? If it were you, you wouldn't have even waited that long to fuck her!" He shouted back.

"You were supposed to be better than me!" Viserys roughly shoved Percy back.

"Enough, both of you!" Both Targaryen men stopped in their tracks.

Daenerys had stood back up to glare at both of them. Both boys stared at her shock. This was probably the first time she had ever raised her voice. She looked quite scary when she was angry.

"This is nobody's fault! If anything it's Lady Rogare's fault. She would have just slept with someone else if Perseus wasn't there." Daenerys told them.

Viserys scoffed, "So our lives are now ruined because of some highborn whore!" He spat.

"She is not a whore! She loves me and I love her." Percy declared.

Viserys looked at him with an 'are you stupid' look while Daenerys looked like her life was crumbling around her. Which it kind of was.

"You love her? Oh please, Perseus. You don't love her. You just love the way she sucks your cock. There's plenty of other whores to do that!" Viserys told him.

Percy glared at him, "Once everything dies down. We'll be able to live with her and I will become her husband." He said.

Viserys blinked at his declaration before he began howling in laughter, "Marriage!? You may be the true king of the Seven Kingdoms but to her you're nothing more than a glorified servant." He said, viciously.

"She told me so herself. And that she would send for me and we would live together." Percy said, seemingly trying to convince himself more than anything.

"And you believe the words of a woman who cheated on her husband and let him be killed right in front of her?" Viserys said to him.

"Y-Yes. She wouldn't lie to me." Perseus murmured to himself as the truth of that matter began revealing itself to him.

Viserys's eyes glanced at the Valyrian steel sword in Percy's hand, "And I suppose she told you to take the sword of house Rogare to make it look like a robbery." He said.

Percy nodded slowly, "She said that it would be more convincing." He mumbled.

"How many people do you think saw you running about with a bloodied Valyrian sword in hand?" The veil of naivety over Percy's mind was completely uncovered.

It was no secret that he wasn't the brightest person. But was he really so stupid? How could he trust the words of a woman who had cheated on her own husband? Even if it was Percy that she cheated on him with.

He crumbled to his knees. What kind of world was he in? His old world wasn't the greatest but at least there was a reason for most of the bad things that happened. Monsters with vendettas killed demigods and vice versa. Old enemies of the gods rising to reclaim their past glory. The second World War that had been started because of the natural feud between sons of the Big Three. There was a reason for all the bad things that had happened in his old world.

What was the reason now? There weren't any gods in this world to Percy's knowledge. He was sure one of them would at least know who or what he had been.

This world had monsters. But it wasn't the same mythical creatures as before. This world's monsters had beautiful faces and silver tongues. Lies, manipulation and backstabbing infected this world.

His fatal flaw was personal loyalty.

But what was loyalty in this disease ridden world where the rich preyed on the poor and the poor preyed on their fellow poor. Women and children were sold into slavery for a few coins. Justice was non-existent in this world. The wealthy continued to do as they wished free of consequences so long as it didn't hurt the other wealthy families like them.

Percy had died and been reincarnated into a soulless world.

He barely registered when the door was suddenly kicked open. Five men in cityguard armor came rushing in. A hard blow to the back of his head made him fall face forward. It was hard enough to send any normal man into unconsciousness but not Percy. Truth slipped out his hand and clattered onto the floor next to him.

Viserys yelled in rage but there was nothing he could really do. While he was physically fit in his own right, he was still just a normal human. Three armored men easily took him down and pinned him on the floor.

Percy's glazed over eyes were drawn towards Daenerys who screamed as two other men latched onto her. Their wicked laughs rang throughout the room as they began tearing her dress apart. Viserys shouted vulgar insults and even tearful pleas as he helplessly watched his little sister be stripped down to her undergarments as the men struggled to lay her down on her back.

His eyes flicked to where Truth lay on the floor within arms reach. The men believed that he was out cold, so he was on the floor entirely forgotten.

But what did it matter? This world was rotten to its core. If he allowed himself to save Viserys and Daenerys by killing these men, then it would only delay the inevitable. The endless cycle of backstabbing and manipulation. It would never end. It would simply keep going around in circles. Like a wheel.

'So break the wheel.'

A woman's voice rang clear in his head. It was one from his dream all those years ago. The same one that made him feel loved and comforted. Just like how he felt when he was in his father, Poseidon's, presence.

'Change this world forever.'

'But how? There is corruption everywhere I look in this world. How can I heal a tree when it's roots are rotted.' He thought hopelessly.

'Then burn the tree, Perseus. And plant a new one. A better one, free of the corruption of its predecessor. Re-mold the world to how it should be.'

'People will fight it.' He told her.

'Humans never like change. That's why people like you have to make it happen.'

The world would never change if the system never changed with it. Even in his old world the rich still preyed on the poor in the shadows. But at least there was a chance. A chance that a kid from Manhattan would grow up to become a leader. That was all that mattered at the end of the day. As long as the regular people of the world had a voice. Then the world could gradually become better.

'Will you be that voice, my son?' He felt the soothing presence leave his mind, like smoke in the wind.

Could he be the one to change everything? Was that the reason, the sole purpose for which he was born? He had thought that he had come to grips with new life. That he had left Percy Jackson behind. But now he realized that he was still hiding behind him. That was the real reason for him telling Lord Rogare that his name was Perseus Jackson.

Percy Jackson hadn't been a hero. He had been someone who just protected his family and friends from all manner of threats. If anyone threatened the lives of his friends or family they were his enemy. The world could have burned and he wouldn't have cared as long as his own friends and family were safe.

Was that selfish? Before he would have said yes. His old world didn't deserve to burn just because he refused to act without personal incentive.

But things had changed. Just as all things did. This world deserved to burn. It deserved to be pulled from its roots and tossed into the abyss. A world like this wasn't a world he wished for his family to live in. So it needed to burn and be made anew.

Was that selfish?

"Perseus!" Daenerys screamed.

Sure it was.

Percy lunged into action. Snatching Truth from the floor, he spun across the room and sunk its blade through the back of one of the men on Daenerys.

"What the-!" A flick of Perseus's wrist decapitated the other man with precision only gained with years of experience.

The other three men were on their feet by then, swords raised in panic. He was on them like a flash of lightning.

Steel flashed as he parried a sword blade away from him before ducking under another sword swing. His sword found housing inside of a soldier's guts. Armor, flesh and bone were no obstacle Percy dragged his sword across the man's midsection. The blade exited the man's side to deflect another soldier's retaliated sword slash. A front kick to the chest sent the parried soldier slamming back into a wall.

Viserys recollected himself and quickly snatched up the sword of the soldier that was almost cut in half. He stabbed the other soldier in the back, the blade piercing through to the front of the man's chest.

Percy silently stalked toward the last groaning soldier he had kicked into the wall. The man's eyes widened as he saw him approach.

"P-Please! Mercy!" The man begged.

Percy positioned himself. He held his sword in reverse grip in one hand as he rested his other hand on the pommel, "All out of mercy." He said, before thrusting forward with all his weight to pierce directly through the man's mouth.

He withdrew his blade from the man's corpse and looked back at the shocked Viserys and Daenerys.

"Three naked Targaryens in a room full of dead people. There is a joke there somewhere." Percy frowned thoughtfully.

Maybe it was the absurdity of the comment in light of recent events. Or maybe the belief that the Targaryens were all mad was finally being proven true. But after he said that, the room was quickly filled with the laughs of all three Targaryens.

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It didn't need to be said that they needed to leave Lys. No doubt more cityguard men would be coming. So they dressed themselves and packed up all of their clothes and valuables as fast as they could.

Percy fastened his sack onto his back and looked toward Daenerys, "What's wrong?" He asked, seeing her silently crying over her books.

"We won't be able to take all of them." She said sadly.

That much was true. While Percy could carry all of them, he wouldn't be able to fight if he did so. And he was almost positive that he would need to.

"We'll buy you more books once we are settled into another city. I promise." Percy told her.

Daenerys continued to sniffle but eventually nodded. After Daenerys fastened her sack onto her back, Percy took ahold of her hand and began leading her out of the room.

"It's just like old times." Daenerys jokes, gesturing to their joined hands.

Percy chuckled, "Yeah, I guess you're right." In some ways, he could still see the scared little girl he had dragged along all those years ago.

Viserys was already ready by the time they reached his door. He had adorned his black leather chest plate, greaves and gauntlets. There were two red hilt scimitars that didn't have cross-guards on his back positioned in an 'X'. Percy had to admit that Viserys looked like quite the warrior.

It made him wish that he had bothered to buy any sort of armor.

"We should leave now. They'll be coming soon to check on the men they already sent." Viserys told Perseus while holding out his sack to Daenerys.

She gave him an incredulous look, "Why do I have to carry your stuff?" Daenerys asked.

Viserys rolled his eyes, "If you didn't notice sister I have two swords and only two hands. And if I put it on my back it'll get in the way of drawing my swords." He explained to her like she was a child.

Daenerys snatched the sack from his hand and slung it over her shoulder with some difficulty, "I should drop your stuff into the sea." She muttered to herself.

They quickly descended the stairs. No one else was in the inn bar except the same old man who was still sleeping. Just as Percy thought his luck had changed for the better, the inn doors burst open and six men piled in.

"Wonderful, the reinforcements are already here." Viserys said sarcastically before drawing both his scimitars while Percy drew Truth.

He positioned himself next to Viserys as the men crept forward with their swords drawn, "Stay behind us, Daenerys." Percy told her as he took his sword stance.

"Twin Dancing Dragons?" Viserys asked Perseus, his eyes trained on the men in front of them.

"You better not accidentally cut me again." Percy grumbled.

"That was just one time." Viserys said offhandedly.

They both sprung into action. Positioning themselves back to back, they spun around each other blocking and deflecting the swords of anyone who came close to them.

Percy deflected a sword blade and twirled around to parry another blade meant for Viserys as Viserys spun around him to slice open the throat of the man Percy had deflected. Percy stepped into a soldiers guard. He swung his sword upward in a vertical slash and cleaved the soldier's sword arm clean off. Screams of pain filled the air before Percy stabbed the man through his chest.

Meanwhile Viserys used one of his scimitars to redirect a sword into the ground allowing Viserys to bring his other scimitar around to stab right through the man's neck.

Down to three men in just moments the other soldiers began slowly circling the two Targaryens who stood ready.

"First person to attack is a boy lover." Viserys taunted in a singsong tone.

One man growled angrily before lunging forward, sword raised.

"We have a winner!" Viserys said, moving to block the man's overhead strike.

"Perseus!" Percy turned to see one of the men going towards Daenerys rather than them. Probably to use her as a hostage.

With a grunt, Percy threw his sword like a spear toward the man. His aim proved itself once again as his sword pierced right through the man's side. The force behind the throw sent the man flying into a couple of tables.

A war cry alerted Percy to an enemy in front of him and he sidestepped the soldiers stab. Instead of backing away however like Percy expected the man to, he bull rushed him.

Percy fell on his back with the man on top of him desperately pushing against Percy's grip to try and bring his sword down onto his neck. Before Percy could use his strength to push the man off of him a man's arm roughly snatched the other man off of him.

Which was confusing. Since Viserys was currently playing around with the other soldier.

Percy stood up to see the old man dressed in faded red armor that had been asleep before now sitting on top of the soldier.

"You bastard son of a whore. How dare you touch the rightful king!" With every word, the old man brought his armored fist down into the guards face until it became nothing more than a bloody and fleshy mess.

Viserys had apparently gotten bored of his opponent. He ended the fight after spinning around a wide strike and catching the man with a slash to the back of the knees before finishing him.

He along with Daenerys joined Percy's side as they stared at the raging old man as he kept bashing in the already dead man's face.

"Erm. I'm pretty sure he's dead, old man!" Viserys called out.

The man finally stopped punching the corpse, breathing heavily in exertion. They tensed as the man turned toward them.

He had a head full of greying red hair with a red beard that showed bits of grey here and there. His reddish armor looked old and worn along with a grimy red wolf cloak.

"Forgive me. I may have gone a bit too far." The man said, embarrassed.

Percy gave him a 'you think' look before his manners kicked in, "Well, thanks for the help. I know you didn't have to do that." He thanked the man who only shook his head.

"It's only the duty of a sworn knight to his King, your grace." The man said, bowing his head in reverence.

They blinked in surprise. No one should have known where they were. They had never given anyone their real last names, "Uh. I'm just a servant. My name is Perseus Jackson." Percy chuckled nervously.

By the amused look that the man adopted Percy knew the lie hadn't worked, "In all my long years I've never heard a name as unique as Perseus. I was quite surprised when your father allowed you to be named as such. You look like him." He said the last part with a somber tone.

"I knew it! I told you that stupid name of yours would blow our cover." Viserys told Percy.

Percy ignored him, "Who are you?" He asked seriously.

The man took a knee and bowed his head, "Former Hand of the King and Lord of Griffin's Roost. Jon Connington at your service, my King." He announced.

"You were that red haired man who my father chose to make Hand of the King!" Viserys's eyes widened in recognition.

Jon nodded, "That was me, my prince. After the Battle of the Trident where...Rhaegar perished, I was forced into exile." His blue eyes dimmed again at the mention of Percy's father.

"I've seen you in this same place for years and you're just now realizing who I am?" Percy asked in suspicion.

Jon looked away in embarrassment, "Well. You probably noticed but I was usually piss drunk. The only reason I saw you tonight was because you all were fighting right in front of me." He said.

Percy tried to recall if he had ever seen the man actually doing anything other than drinking or sleeping. Yeah, he could see how Jon wouldn't know that they were in the same building as him. The man probably hadn't even known what continent he was on.

Faint yells of men outside brought Percy back to attention, "We need to leave the city before they completely lock it down. The gates are probably already being watched. Our best bet is to escape through the city's docks." Viserys said.

If anyone knew the best way out of the city, it was Viserys, "Alright then, we should hurry." Percy nodded before retrieving his sword.

"I beseech you, your grace! Please allow me to be your sworn sword! I promised Rhaegar that I would protect you." Jon begged Percy.

Percy looked and forth between Jon and the door until more yells of approaching men forced him to act, "If you betray me or my family. I will end you." Percy promised him, very serious.

Jon frowned deeply, "I would rather put myself to the sword than betray you, your grace." There was genuine truth in the man's words.

He truly would rather kill himself than betray Percy.

"Let's go then!" Percy said hurriedly as they all ran out of the inn.

The streets were all but empty. Bells rang throughout the city as orders yelled by men could be heard. They took off towards the city's docks.

Viserys led them through back alleys and desolate passageways. Now more than ever Percy was glad that his uncle had joined the cityguard. He seemed to know every route to take that would get them to the docks quickly and without being seen. They made it there in record time.

"We can take that ship. It's probably the fastest one we can handle with only three people." Viserys whispered, pointing at a merchant ship with the words Sunblaze embroidered on the hull.

Viserys cursed, "There's too many men here. We won't be able to get the ship ready to sail with them there." At least a dozen or so men were walking about the docks standing guard.

Percy began to think of a plan, "If the problem is big enough. Will those men leave their posts?" He asked Viserys.

He looked confused as to why Percy was asking this but nonetheless nodded, "Yeah. It'd have to be a pretty big problem though."

"I'll create a distraction. When it starts you'll know. Have the ship ready for when I get back." Percy told them.

Daenerys's eyes widened, "But Perseus, what if you get caught!?" She asked fearfully.

"I should be the one to create the distraction, your grace. It is my duty to protect you!" Jon also argued.

Viserys was oddly silent. Only looking at him with a grim but resigned look. He knew better than anyone that when Percy dedicated himself to a task he wouldn't be turned away from his chosen course.

"If I'm not back in a few minutes after the distraction. Leave without me. That's an order from your King, Jon!" Percy harshly shot down Jon's immediate protest.

Tears formed in Daenerys's eyes, "B-But, Perseus." she said as tears quickly filled her eyes.

Seeing her in tears almost made him reconsider his plan but he steeled himself, "I'll come back, Dany. Pinky promise." He held out his pinky to the girl.

She sniffled but slowly reached out to connect her pinky finger to his, "Pinky promised." She muttered tearfully.

Percy gave her a confident grin before planting a small kiss on her brow, "I'll be back before you know it." He told her before turning away.

"Perseus!" Percy stopped to look over his shoulder at Viserys.

His uncle turned brother-figure stared at him with an unreadable expression, "You will come back." Viserys ordered.

"I will. Can't let you have all the fun now can I?" Percy grinned before darting away.

And so they waited. It felt like hours but it was really only minutes. But still, they waited for their King to return.

oOo

With Percy…

The plan was pretty straightforward. Create a distraction big enough to draw all of the cityguard away from the docks. Simple enough right. Percy had done it many times before.

Of course he had the powers of the sea during most of those situations but that's what the big weakness in his plan was.

Percy was finally going to tap into that strange power inside of him. The only problem with that was that he didn't know what would happen when he did. He didn't even know if it would be destructive. But he was out of options and there was another reason for him wanting to go back into the city.

He stayed as silent as possible as he reached the gate entrance of the Rogare manse property. The bodies of the guards he had slain were no longer there. Only the blood stained ground where they had once stood gave any indication of foul play. He closed the gate behind him as quietly as possible.

Sudden voices made Percy freeze, "Do you think they will catch the thief?" Two guards walked side by side towards the stone archway Percy was in.

There was no way Percy could go back out the way he came. The gate would make too much noise. And if he exited the archway, he would be in clear sight of the two men. The only reason they hadn't seen him yet was because it was dark and there were no lights near him. Percy was essentially shrouded in thick shadows. They were closing in fast. He had no choice but to press himself against the archway wall.

They would see him if they got close enough but he had little choice but to stay as still as possible.

"I'm sure the city is already locked down. A nobleman was killed after all and the Valyrian steel sword of house Rogare was stolen as well." The two men conversed as they came closer to Percy.

"I still say Lady Rogare killed him." One man said.

The other guard scoffed, "Don't be stupid. No woman could kill two guards." He told them.

Percy stilled his breathing as they entered the archway. He was almost positive that they would be able to see him so close up.

"Yeah, I guess you're right. Those huge tits of hers would surely get in the way of sword fighting." They laughed loudly passing right by Percy until they exited the gate.

Were they blind!? He was literally within arms reach of them. Sure it was dark but he should have still been noticeable. It was almost like he had Annabeth's Yankee cap on.

Something told him to look down at his body and when he did, he found the answer to his question. Wisps of darkness were wrapped around his body making him appear like a living shadow. The shadows on the wall he was pressed against had also thickened to make him blend in better like a chameleon.

This was definitely not a power he used to have. He had seen Nico use shadows in this way but he was a son of Hades so that had been more or less understandable. Why was Percy able to do the same now?

With no answer nor time to figure out why he now had these powers, Percy dashed toward the manse.

He noticed that the closer he was to actual shadows the stronger the cloak of shadows became on his body. It disappeared completely when he stepped into the light. It was too bad that Percy was a more straightforward fighter. He would be a pretty good assassin with this new power.

After having spent so many years working around the manse it didn't take long to find a way inside of the house. He hadn't come across Lady Rogare yet so he assumed she was most likely in the main bedchamber.

Making it a point not to make much noise, Percy crept through the lit hallways. Most of the furniture and expensive items that had been around the house were all gone. It was like everything was being moved out.

He halted for a moment as the familiar sound of Lady Rogare's moans reached his ears. Embers of rage were already beginning to kindle within him.

As he reached the halfway open door of the bedchamber he could make out the grunts of a man and the slapping of flesh.

"You like that, yes?" The man grunted as he thrusted.

Lady Rogare moaned loudly in response, "No one can fuck me like you can, my sweet Moreo." Percy's jaw clenched at her words.

The very words she had spoken to him not so long ago.

He decided to end his lurking, "So it's true." Perseus said, walking inside of the room.

Lady Rogare shrieked as she covered herself meanwhile the man named Moreo quickly got off of her. Moreo was a golden haired man. Even though he was taller and older looking than Percy, probably in his 30s, his body was a lot less defined and muscled.

So that's what Percy had been to Lady Rogare. Just a boy with a handsome face and an appealing body.

"Who the hell are you?" Moreo glared at him.

Lady Rogare paled, "P-Perseus." She stuttered, staring at him with blatant fear in her eyes.

Moreo glanced at her in confusion, "You know him?" He asked.

Percy's hard gaze had never left Lady Rogare, "I was her lover. Just as you as you are now, I was in that same bed not too long ago." His monotone voice made her flinch.

"I can explain Perseus!" Lady Rogare said, panicked.

"There is no reason to. I was just a glorified servant to you." Percy repeated Viserys's words with a humorless laugh.

She shook her head in denial, "N-No, I did love you." Her words sounded as hollow as Percy felt.

Moreo apparently had enough as he snatched up a dagger from the nightstand, "So you are the servant? You're no better than a slave really. This was our plan all along fool." He laughed mockingly.

The man completely ignored Lady, no this woman was no 'lady', Larra's orders to be silent.

"The house of Dagareon is already quite wealthy. But with the riches of house Rogare as well, I'll be the lord of the richest family in all of Lys. And Larra will be my lady wife. All we needed was to get rid of that old man and you, our scapegoat."

Percy's fist clenched tightly as Moreo began cackling at his expense.

He looked back to Larra, "Is that true?" He asked tightly.

She trembled and remained silent, but her eyes told him everything that he needed to know. All of it had been a ruse. A plan by the rich to get even richer and blame all misdeeds on the defenseless poor. No one would take the word of a commoner over a noble lady after all.

Moreo's laughter finally ended, "Do you get it now? Is your lowly commoner mind able to finally understand your situation? She used you boy!" He spat viciously.

Percy's head lowered, his silver hair shadowing his eyes, "I get it now. I didn't before, not really. There was still a bit of hope inside of me. The slight chance that this world could change." He said monotonously.

"Huh. What in the hell are you talking about!?" Moreo said in confusion.

He was ignored, "But now I understand what she meant. Now I see why this world is incapable of change. It is because of people like you. The ones who benefit from this corrupted system so they do all they can to continue it." The shadows in the corners of the room thickened and the flames of the candles flickered.

A drop of sweat rolled down Moreo's neck, "Alright. Get out of here. I'll only say it once, boy." He pointed his dagger at Percy threateningly.

"P-Perseus?" Larra asked, nervously.

"Now I understand why." Perseus whispered.

All the candles in the room and even in the hallway fizzled out. Shadows and darkness drowned out everything. Larra and Moreo screamed in surprise and fright.

The two nobles panicked eyes zeroed in on the sudden appearance of two small circles of light. The lights rolled and shifted like beautiful rings of fire.

A sick feeling formed in their guts as they realized that the rings of flames was actually a pair of glowing orange/red irises. They were practically teeming with malice.

And they were looking directly at them.

Moreo gulped in fear, "N-Now look here. Understand what happens to you if anything happens to us. There won't be a place in the Known World that would be safe for you."

"I understand." Percy's glowing eyes flickered towards the ground.

"Y-You understand then? Perfect." Moreo chuckled a bit, still more than a little nervous.

"I understand." Percy repeated in the same dead tone.

Larra continued to tremble, "T-Then we c-can go right? Since y-you understand." She stammered.

"I understand." Glowing eyes filled with nothing but absolute hate snapped back to them.

"Why this world needs to burn."

And then everything exploded into flames.

oOo

At the docks…

"What could possibly be taking him so long?" Viserys sighed irritably.

Daenerys fidgeted with her dress, "Maybe we could just fight our way through them." She offered weakly.

Viserys scoffed, "I can't fight a dozen men. Not without Perseus at least. This old griff wouldn't be much help either." He said.

"This 'old griff' can hear you, you know." Jon said dryly.

"It's been at least ten minutes since he left." Viserys said, ignoring Jon, "What could he possibly be-" a bright flash of light made them turn towards the city.

Somewhere in the the city a huge fire had suddenly roared to life. A big plume of black smoke raised into the air. They could feel the intense heat even from where they were.

"How in the seven hells did Perseus make that." Viserys gaped in awe as the roaring flames began to spread.

The terrified screams of Lys's people could be heard throughout the city. The guards on the docks all eventually got over their surprise and began shouting as they all ran towards the fire.

"By the faith of the seven, that's quite the distraction." Jon muttered.

"I know right." They all yelped in shock at the sudden voice behind them.

They turned to see a grinning Percy who seemingly appeared out of thin air looking at them in amusement. He looked the same as he did before, a little bloody but otherwise unharmed. Not even a soot mark adorned his entire body.

"Where the hell did you come from? You almost gave me a heart attack!" Viserys growled angrily, though on the inside he was very relieved to see his nephew.

Percy shrugged, "It wasn't very hard to sneak up on you. You were all gawking at the fire like idiots." He chuckled.

"How did you even make such a fire, your grace?" Jon asked Percy.

"I found some barrels filled with oil and set them to blow up." He replied simply.

Viserys didn't look at all convinced but one look from Percy told him to drop it for now, "Let's go then. At least we aren't on a time limit anymore." Viserys grumbled as they began walking down to the docks.

As they approached the ship Sunblaze, Percy noticed Daenerys sneaking glances at him from his side.

"What's wrong, Dany?" Percy asked her.

She chewed her lip nervously, "Did you have to make the fire so big? What will happen to the people?" Daenerys asked.

"Don't worry. I set it off in the wealthy part of the city." She still looked concerned, "Hey! Don't be sad for them. Those bastards won't even be affected by this. They'll just make people like us rebuild it." His words definitely came out more harsh than he had intended as Daenerys visibly flinched.

Percy calmed himself and put a hand on her shoulder to stop her, "Look. Those are the people we are running from. They are the ones who would do things to us that would be far worse than just the destruction of houses. All we have is each other, Dany. Who do you choose, us or them?" He looked her in the eyes.

Daenerys looked uncertain for a moment before her eyes hardened, "Us!" She said firmly.

"Always us." Percy nodded in agreement.

"Hurry up you two! We don't have all damn night." Viserys yelled at them from aboard the ship.

Percy grinned at Daenerys, "Last one on the ship is a sickly dragon!" He said before dashing away.

"No fair, Perseus!" Daenerys gasped before taking off after him.

It was simple enough to slip out into the sea at full speed. The burning city of Lys in their rear view until eventually only a distant glow of a fire could be seen.

Their new ship was packed with food, wine and other goods so they wouldn't go hungry for the duration of their time out on the sea. It was pretty late into the night so they thought it best to rest now and figure where they were going to go in the morning. After they ate, Daenerys went to sleep along with Jon.

The 'Old Griff' as Viserys called him wanted to stay up and keep watch. But Percy could see that the man didn't look completely aware of his surroundings. He was probably still a bit hungover from drinking so much. After Percy ended up having to use his 'Kingly' powers to order the man to sleep, he did so. Albeit a bit grumpily.

After a while nothing could be heard except the light snores of Daenerys that were drowned out by the motor engine named Jon.

Percy stood at the bow of the ship, looking out over the calm waves. The feeling of peace and belonging he had always felt before when he was out on the sea was gone. In its place nothing but a reminiscent feeling of comfort along with another strange feeling.

He couldn't really put it into words, but the sea almost felt curious at his existence. Like it was seeing something that both confused and excited it.

"Everyone's asleep." Percy's thoughts were put aside as Viserys joined him.

"I already figured that. It's kind of hard not to know." Percy said blandly.

Viserys shook his head in amusement as he leaned against the ship's railing, "I think I know why they call him Griff. It's because he snores like a chicken that's being strangled." He jokes.

They broke out into laughter. These were the moments Percy lived for. The tranquil moments with his loved ones where they could simply stay in each other's presence and laugh. He had them with all of his old family and friends. Now he was re-experiencing it with his new family. It made it better somehow. Knowing that moments like these continue to happen even after you die. Most people weren't reincarnated with their memories as Percy had been but still. It was comforting to know.

After a few moments of overlooking the water, Viserys looked at Percy, "So are you going to tell me how you actually started that fire? I know it wasn't barrels of oil. Those are all guarded under lock and key." The Targaryen prince said matter-of-factly.

Percy sighed, "You always seem to know when I'm lying, don't you?" He said with a shake of his head.

Viserys simply shrugged, "I just question everything unlike Daenerys. She could never believe that you would lie to her. So?" He looked at Percy with an expectant look.

"Fine. Just don't freak out." Percy told him before holding out his hand, palm upward.

Before Viserys could question his sanity, a bright orange flame roared to life in Percy's hand. After a few moments of expecting the fire to burn his hand, Viserys was very surprised to see that the flame wasn't harming him whatsoever.

"H-How are you doing that?" Viserys asked, staring at the fire in awe.

Percy shrugged, "I just focus on this weird feeling inside of me and then I just...well...do it." He said simply.

Viserys put forth a tentative finger toward the fire to see if it was real, "Are you sure this is real fire?" He asked Percy, his hand now hovering directly over the fire completely unharmed.

Blinking dumbly at the sight in front of him, Percy nodded, "Erm. Yeah, I'm pretty sure it is. It turned Larra Rogare into ashes. Do you not feel the heat!?" Percy asked, baffled.

Ignoring the comment about Lady Rogare for now Viserys answered, "I mean it's a little warm but not hot." Though it was gradually getting warmer.

Percy blinked again before he hummed, "I guess you were right about Targaryens having dragon's blood in them." He extinguished the flame.

"Yeah, but I've never heard of a Targaryen actually 'creating' fire. That's like...magic." Viserys said.

"Well I don't know how to do magic so I guess we can just chalk it up to me being a stronger dragon then you." Percy grinned cheekily.

"Please, I'm still more of a dragon than you." He snorted before turning serious, "So what now?" This question made Percy sigh deeply as he focused on the horizon.

"I really don't know. I've basically ruined our lives again. I even-" Percy choked a bit, "I've even become a murderer." His purple eyes shined with unshed tears.

Viserys frowned, "I'm guessing you killed Lady Rogare?" He asked grimly.

Percy slowly nodded, "And another man, Moreo of house Darageon. He was...with her." He finished bitterly.

"Hmm. I guess you really have become a murderer." Viserys said simply.

Tears silently fell down Percy's face. He didn't know what he had expected to hear. He killed an innocent man. And even if Larra and Moreo had used him, Percy had still killed two more people. He had told Daenerys that it was necessary. That it was either them or the enemy. But he was just putting on a brave face for someone he considered to be a little sister. Someone who looked up to him like he was a hero.

An image of his younger cyclops brother, Tyson, flashed through his mind. No matter what Percy did, Tyson always looked at him with the utmost trust and adoration. Like Percy was a flawless human being who could do no wrong in Tyson's eyes. It was the same look Daenerys gave him.

And it ate at his heart because he knew that he was far from perfect. He may have been a skilled swordsman and an all around 'lucky' guy but he still made plenty of mistakes. Mistakes that he shouldn't have made but did anyway against his better judgment. He wasn't perfect.

He was a fake. A complete and utter phony.

"But who says murderers are bad?" Percy turned to look at an innocent looking Viserys.

"I think that's the whole point of being a murderer, Viserys. They are generally bad people." Percy sniffled.

Viserys scoffed, "You want to know who says that? The losers! The ones who lost are the ones who complain. You don't see people calling that fat bastard on the Iron Throne a murderer for killing my brother!" Percy began to listen to Viserys intently.

"They call him a winner. Robert Baratheon won by killing my brother, and do you know what everyone calls him? They call him a King! The winners in this world are the ones who pillage, rape and murder to get what they want!" Viserys roughly grabbed ahold of Percy's shoulders, whose attention was solely focused on him.

"So what if a couple of losers call you a murderer! They remain where they are stationed in life because they are too weak and afraid to win! And then they try to use their 'morals' against you and say that you are the monster! You are not a monster, Perseus. You are a winner!" Percy's eyes widened a fraction at his declaration.

"You win by any means necessary because that's just what winning is in this world. We Targaryens had to fight for the right to rule. We had to murder countless men and women to sit upon the Iron Throne. Just as Robert Baratheon had to do so for the right to sit his fat ass on the throne today. So wipe those fucking tears out of your eyes!" Percy sniffled one more time before hurriedly wiping his tears away.

Viserys pointed out to the distant lands ahead of them, "Do you see that Perseus? That is what you get when you win. You get to decide what happens next. And you get to decide what those losers out there will do to help you continue to win."

"You were born to be a king Perseus. You were born to be a winner. No one has the right to label you a monster for doing what you were born to do. For doing what any other man who is strong enough would do. All of that over there, Perseus?" Viserys gestured toward the land ahead, "It's yours, so take it!"

There were no more words that needed to be said. This was what Percy was born to do. What he had done before even being born in this world. Except for those close to him, he didn't care what anyone thought of him. They were nothing to him. Non-existent.

He was born to win. It was all he had ever done in life. All of the obstacles the Fates had laid in front of him, he had passed them.

What gave a bunch of people too afraid to even fight for themselves the right to question his morality? Absolutely nothing.

He would fight for what he wanted. For what his family wanted. And he would win, as he always had before.

Percy snorted as he turned back to Viserys, "You know. You really are good at giving speeches. You would be a good King, Viserys." He grinned.

Seeing that his nephew was feeling better, Viserys shared his grin, "Nah. Being a King is overrated. I'd rather be a legendary general. Like that Julius Caesar fellow you told me all those stories about." He said.

"Yeah well, I'm gonna need a Julius Caesar level general pretty soon here. You up for it?" Percy asked.

Viserys raised a brow, "Just what exactly are you planning to do, Perseus?" He asked curiously.

Percy turned towards the distant lands, "I'm planning to win it, Viserys. For good." He told him.

"To win what for good?" Viserys said, confused.

Percy looked back at Viserys with a wide grin, "The game of thrones of course."

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