Author's Note

After reading Fire and Blood, I came up with an idea if what if the Dance of Dragons had gone differently, what if the blackshad used all their dragons at once rather than be afraid and overpower them with sheer force, but then I came up with something different based on one line in that book. so here is. Please R&R and let me know if you want more.

Year 127AC

Sleep did not come easy to King Viserys I, his girth was considerable now in in his ageing years at fifty, his gout was getting worse and his joints were aching, he only ever slept a few hours, he knew his time was nearing the end but he was now starting to worry what he was leaving behind. His daughter was his chosen heir but many in his realm including his second wife wanted him to name his eldest son Aegon but he couldn't bring himself to do that to his daughter , but he had to come up with something to make sure he left the realm in peace when he passed. Dreams came to him often dreaming he was back on Balerion, his one and only dragon that he had ever bonded with, the last living creature that had seen Valaryia before the doom.

He tossed and turn in his king sizebed covered in red velvet sheets, his wife slept in her own chambers due to all his tossing and turning but there was not much of that tonight, instead for the first time in ages he had a peaceful sleep but the dreams that came to him were worrisome.

A Large dragon bigger than all the rest around flew over a large castle but keeled over dead, out of it's body came other dragons of 2 different colours, 7 were Green and 7 were Black, the largest of the each colour both flew to the castle to claim it but they got there at the same time and started fighting, tearing at each other followed by the rest of their colours after a while all lay dead except one of each colour, both the smallest of their respective colour.

"Guards" shouted Viserys, waking up sweating through the sheets, "Guards I need you!"

Ser Arryk Cargyll burst through the door sword at the ready, believing there was a danger but instead found his Grace sweating profusely.

"Ser Cargyll, Erryk or Arryk which ever one you are wake my small council, wake everyone, I need Grand Maester Orwyle and my Hand here now," he blustered, trying to get his oversized girth out of bed with difficulty, grabbing his robe he staggered to his solar to await Orwyle as Ser Arryk rushed out of the door telling his fellow Kingsguard to wait there.

Grand Maester Orwyle knocked on his solar door moments later, beardy eye and sleepy, "Your Grace is it your wound again, you must be careful not pick at it. The sword that cut you on the Iron Throne is rusted, we must be cared to avoid infection."

"Maester Orwyle shut the door, we must talk in private, Ser Otto will be here soon, I have made a decision on my heir."

When Ser Otto arrived the door opened and closed and did not open for many hours not food or water was brought into the room during this time, Ser Arryk Cargyll and Ser Willis Fell stood vigil outside allowing no one to enter. When they exited hours later no one spoke of what was said although Ser Otto was smiling and Grand Maester Orwyle looked grave but he went immediately to the Raven's Tower and sent out hundreds of Ravens summoning all Lord Paramounts plus their key bannermen to come to King's Landing they had a fortnight to make it, all Targaryens of any blood were also summoned.

Already rumours had begun flying around King's Landing about why the summons had been sent. Did Viserys mean to change his decree and name Aegon his heir, did he mean to get all the Lord to reaffirm their allegiance to Rhaenyra, or could he be wanting to name someone entirely as heir, did he mean to commit to an invasion of Dorne or reclaim his brother's old Stepstone kingdom and fold it into Westeros. No one knew but from the Barracks in the Red keep to the Brothels in Flea bottom, to the Merchant's in the square and the sailors at the docks and to the septons it was the one topic on everyone's tongues and everyone claimed to know the truth but they had all heard it from someone else

A week later Lord's had started arriving bringing with them their retinue and entourage, which had given the Lord Commander of the City Watch a large job to do. Ser Luthor Largent now stood on the walls of the city looking out over the River Gate onto Kings road and the Rose road city with hundreds of people pouring in. He had already had the Lannister party arrive led by Lord Jason and accompanied by Lord Roland Westerling, Lord Joffery Reyne and Ser Adrian Tarbeck, heir to Tarbeck Hall. Altogether they brought close to a thousand men and they had arrived yesterday. They were already drinking and whoring in the brothels. Now Ser Luthor watched as the banners of the Reach approached. The current Lord of the Reach was an infant, so he would be accpanied by his mother Lady Deranna Tyrell, who people reffered to as the Lady Good Heart, so one had ever heard her say bad word against anyone.

Behind came Hightowers banners showing their great white tall tower and flame, most likely led by Lord Orumund Hightower, brother to the Hand of the King. The Huntsman of House Tarly could be seen, with the current Lord Alan Tarly leading, he could be spotted easily thanks to his height and large bushy moustache. Many other banners followed, twice as large as the Westerland party, the Horn of Plenty of House Merryweather, The golden centaur of House Caswell, Lord Thaddeus Rowan of Goldengrove, the three black castle of House Peake with their ever power hungry Lord Unwin Peake, Lord Marq Ambrose trailed closely behind, it was evident that Lords of the Reach were showing strength and their position, and that couldn't be any more plain when Prince Daeron, youngest son to King Viserys came flying above the party on his young dragon Tessarion a beautiful blue she-dragon, coloured a mixture of dark cobalt and bright beaten copper. The crowd around city cheered as he flew low over the walls, being such a small dragon he was much more nimble, and Dareon did a few twists and turns before heading towards the Dragon Pit

Down at the docks another group was arriving, travelling from Gulltown the party of the Vale had arrived led by the ever beautiful Lady Jenye Arrn, Lady of the Eyirie and Warden of the East. Along with her main advisors Ser Corwyn of House Corbray, the young Lord Walton Royce nephew of the Lady Rhea Royce, first wife of Prince Daemon Targaryen. Also accompanying them on their ship was Lord Horas Redfort, brother to Ser Adrian Redfort of the Kingsguard, along with other young representatives from the rest of the Houses of the Vale. It was noted that the young knights and lord split off from Lady Jeyne and her retinue and instead of heading to the Red Keep instead headed to the Streets of Silk, probably to the higher class of establishment.

With more and smallfolk flooding to the city due to the calling of what many people were calling the second Great Council even though King Viserys had not asked for any counselling, but with all the smallfolk, it meant more people in Taverns, more drunks and thugs, many who were hedge knights or freeriders, skilled swordsman but loyal to no man. It put the 2,500 gold cloaks under allot of pressure even after they had been better equipped and trained following the command of Prince Daemon Targaryean. Already they had had 9 counts of murder, 4 counts of rape and 1 count of a drunk knight riding his horse naked through he street trampling everyone in his path, and they were just the crimes that had been reported. In King's Landing bodies could go missing and no one would be any the wiser. But slowly the taverns and Inn became full to bursting points, the Red Keep was full with all their noble guests, tents had popped up outside the capitol to house all the men-at-arms as the finally parties had started arriving and still no one was the wiser to what King Viserys was to decree. There was defiantly tension in the city with division already in the Royal family between Queen Alicent and Princess Rheanerya, and loyal houses to each of them following their lead but perhaps then it was a good thing that the Princess's party was not arriving till the day. Still on Dragonstone Rheaerya was still dreading what her father was announcing.

"He cannot deny my birthright, he has promised it to me my entire life, he now can't just take it from me," she screamed pacing back and forth in the room of the Painted table, the table where Aegon I had once planned his conquest, while here husband and uncle Daemon Targaeryen sat on the Dragonstone chair overlooking the whole map, her father-in-law by way her first marriage Lord Corlys Velaryeon, known as the Seasnake stood to his left, he had sailed from Driftmark straightaway as soon as they had received the news bringing with him his 2 grandaughters Lady Rheana and Lady Baella who rode her small nimble dragon Moondancer, both one and ten years old. Also with them was Princess Rhaenys and Rhaernya's eldest son Jacerys, and her second son Lucerys.

"My daughter, we will not elt that happen, we will not let them pass over our family anymore, first Rhaenys, than Laenor and now you? No the line must be drawn here," Lord Coryls bellowed slamming his fist on the table exactly where Oldtown was.

"Let us prepare but wait, we must not be seen to be acting treasonous, let us see what my good brother has to say, but we go to King's Landing with a show of force, all of us with large enough dragons should fly together as one pack, the rest should be under us on Corlys's grand fleet." Smirked Daemon, lounging lazily on the chair with his feet up, "Let's not jump to conclusions Just yet my love," he finished kissing his wife on the cheek and puller her to sit on his lap.