"They call you Black Flame, Kepus, why?" "Because they fear me, dear niece. They fear what I am capable of. They have been since the Great Council." "And what are you capable of? Magic?" "Much more than you would imagine...Rhaenyra." ~~~~~~~~~~~~ In the year 101 AC, The Old King Jaehaerys held what was to be known...as the Great Council. A gathering of hundreds of lords, who would choose who to be the next ruler of the Seven Kingdoms after the Conciliator's death. Currently, there were two candidates that were already known. Prince Aemon's only child, Princess Rhaenys, and Prince Baelon's oldest son, Viserys. But there was also...a third claim... Prince Areys Targaryen. King Jaehaerys' and Queen Alysanne's youngest son. Born in the year 75 AC, he was the last child that Jaehaerys had ever sired, and was considered a rarity in the Seven Kingdoms, given that Queen Alysanne was 34 name-days old, and King Jaehaerys was 39 name-days old. Known as "Black Flame", Prince Areys was seen as the perfect combination of his mother and father, with his sister's, Princess Alyssa's, wild spirit. Having been given a seat on his father's council as Master of Whisperers, the youngest son of Jaehaerys was widely known and respected, with Jaehaerys himself clearly showing a clear favouritism for his youngest child. But The Old King still feared a civil war between the eldest children of Prince Aemon and Prince Baelon, and his only surviving son, and so, the Old King had called the Great Council to avoid such a war, and settle the matter whilst he still lived. Admittedly, Jaehaerys firmly believed that his youngest son, with all his influence and his well-respected reputation, would emerge as king, merely seeing it as a formality. But alas...the Lords of the realm chose otherwise... And as Prince Areys said... "I may not have been granted a crown that day...but everyone knew who truly wielded the power". ~~~~~~~~~~~~ I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING EXCEPT MY OC'S.

"Look at us, Ser Arthur. Look at where we have gotten," "Indeed, Your Grace, tis a truly spectacle, to see what you have built," "Do not self yourself short, my old friend. You have done this just as much as I have. Without you, I fear I would have perished in King's Landing, some years ago," "I live to serve you, Your Grace. It is times like this, that I see your brother Rhaegar in you. The fire of a dragon," "Indeed. The fire of not just Rhaegar, but also...Valyria itself," "Your Empire, Your Grace," "Exactly. But I feel that, "King of Valyria", simply does not have much of a meaning to it. Not when so many, claim the title of "King"." "What would you be called instead, Your Grace?" "Call me...Emperor." ~~~~ The Targareyn dynasty...was gone. Centuries of Fire and Blood, had been completely extinguished, by Robert's Rebellion. Robert Baratheon, was a deplorable man, who only started his rebellion, due to poor self-control and not being able to get what he wanted. Nevertheless, the Targareyns, were all dead...or were they? Across the Narrow Sea, in the far less centralised land of Essos, Viserys and Daenerys Targaryen had escaped their ruined home, and had been condemned to a life of the run, always dodging assassins sent by the hated Usurper. But what if...they were not the only Targaryen's who had escaped the war torn Westeros? What if, a third Targareyn, had escaped alongside them? Fiercely protected by the ever loyal knight, Ser Arthur Dayne, Raemon Targaryen, was said to have traits of the most feared, and respected, members of the Targareyn family. The ambition of Aegon the Conqueror, the Fire of Maegor the Cruel, the intelligent mind of Alysanne the Good, the ferocity of Daemon Targaryen, and the nature of Crown Prince Rhaegar Targaryen. Raemon, unlike his brother and sister, was unknown to have escaped, and his destiny...lie with a name, that held nothing, but pure power... Valyria... ~~~~~ AS ALWAYS, I DON'T OWN ANYTHING EXCEPT MY OCs :)