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Jaehaerys Targaryen should have been a scandal, a rumor, or a corpse.
Instead, he becomes the impossible.
Born the publicly known son of Rhaegar Targaryen and Lyanna Stark, he is sent across the Narrow Sea as an infant with Ser Arthur Dayne, seven petrified dragon eggs, and the last fragile remnants of a ruined dynasty.
He grows up in exile. In dragonlore. In prophecy. In the shadow of a family torn apart before he was old enough to know it.
And instead of returning to Westeros, he goes to Valyria.
There, in the smoking ruins feared by the world, Jaehaerys does the impossible-he wakes dragons, masters the Doom, and begins breathing life back into the dead heart of the Freehold. Slaves are freed. Old powers stir. Daenerys Targaryen is drawn into his rising kingdom. And the boy Westeros forgot becomes something far more dangerous than a lost prince.
A dragonlord.
But Valyria is only the beginning.
Because when Jaehaerys finally turns west, he does not come as a beggar asking for his birthright. He comes with dragons, with power, with a realm already taking shape behind him-and Westeros will have to decide whether to fear him, follow him, or burn beneath him.
This is the story of exile, dragons, blood, conquest, prophecy, and the making of a king who was forged in ruin before he ever reached a throne.
Disclaimer:
This is a non-commercial Game of Thrones/A Song of Ice and Fire fanfiction. I do not own the canon characters, settings, or worldbuilding; all rights belong to their respective owners. This version of Jaehaerys Targaryen and the original AU elements are unique to this story.