Master of Puppets (Male Reader x Game of Thrones)

In the scorched heart of the Dothraki Sea, a boy raised on the ancient arts forgotten by men - alchemy, the shaping of metal, the crafting of poisons, the binding of stories to puppets and structures alike - is the sole survivor of tragedy.

When raiders destroy everything he has ever known, the boy watches the dead fall and the buildings remain, and understands a truth that will define his existence:

People wither. Art endures.

From the ashes of slaughter, the boy disappears into the Red Waste, a place where even the Dothraki fear to tread. There, among the ruins of civilizations that time has devoured, he builds an empire not of soldiers or slaves, but of puppets: addicts bound by potions of pleasure and pain, spies indebted to his poisons, killers shaped by his design. Word spreads of a ghost with red eyes who commands corpses like marionettes and offers death for coin - or knowledge.

He becomes a whisper in taverns from Qarth to Meereen.
A nightmare mothers use to hush their children.
A legend scholars deny to hide their fear.

He becomes (Y/n) of the Red Sand. The Demon of the Waste.

The Master of Puppets.

But when a dragon's call reach those distant lands, the blade in the shadows must leave his solitude, drawn by a hunger deeper than gold, (Y/n) enters the game of thrones not for crowns or conquest, but for flame and scale and the forbidden craft of life itself. He navigates courtly intrigue with an alchemist's detachment, dissects enemies with an artist's precision, and begins to weave his greatest masterpiece yet - a legacy that may outlast the fall of empires.

For immortality is never given freely.
And the Red Waste keeps its secrets close.