Game of Thrones: Killing to the top

The wind howled past Aegon's ears as Bahamut soared through the endless blue sky. The ground was far below now, a vast sea of golden grass stretching endlessly in every direction. Igneel and Albion flanked him on either side, their massive wings slicing through the air as they followed Bahamut's lead.

For the first time in his life, Aegon felt truly free.

The worries of war, the weight of command, the ever-present whispers of power and legacy all of it faded in this moment. Up here, there was only the sky, the wind, and the dragons.

Bahamut tilted his massive wings, shifting in the air with surprising grace. Aegon adjusted his grip, his instincts quickly adapting to the movement. He could feel the immense power in the dragon's body, every shift of muscle, every beat of those monstrous wings.

This… this is what it means to be Valyrian.

Aegon could understand why the Targaryen felt they were better than everyone else, because at this moment that was exactly how he felt.

"Dive!"

He let out a sharp command, and Bahamut responded instantly.

They dove.

Aegon's stomach lurched as they plummeted toward the ground at terrifying speed. The wind roared, the ground rushed up to meet them, but Aegon didn't panic.

At the last possible moment, Bahamut spread his wings wide, catching the air with a violent gust, stopping their descent just above the grasslands. Aegon grinned, exhilarated.

Aegon guided Bahamut toward the Dothraki encampment, the massive dragon's shadow sweeping over the kneeling warriors below. The ground trembled as the beast touched down, his wings folding against his body, the force of the landing nearly sending Aegon flying from the dragon's back.

As Igneel and Albion landed next to Bahamut.

Dothraki warriors stood in stunned silence, their eyes filled with a mixture of awe and fear. They had witnessed Khal Aegon take to the skies like a god—and now, he had returned.

Aegon climbed down from Bahamut's back, his boots hitting the dirt with a soft thud. He took a breath, still feeling the lingering thrill of the flight. His heart pounded in his chest, but his expression remained calm, and composed.

Even as he turned to leave, the warriors remained kneeling, their heads bowed. Respect. Fear. Devotion. He had earned them all.But there was still much to do.

Days passed.

Aegon spent his time refining his control over the dragons, deepening his bond with Maegor, and overseeing the continued training of his warriors. The Dothraki had changed—no longer just a nomadic horde but something greater, something more disciplined.

It was nearing dusk when one of his scouts returned, kneeling before him outside his tent.

"Khal… I have the information you asked for."

Aegon leaned forward, his violet eyes sharpening. "Speak."

The scout took a breath before beginning.

"Khal Drogo's horde is strong, stronger than any other. He commands over forty thousand riders, and his men are fierce, battle-hardened."

Aegon had expected as much. Drogo was no ordinary Khal. His reputation was legendary, his brutality unmatched.

But then, the scout hesitated.

Aegon narrowed his eyes. "There's more."

The scout nodded quickly.

"Word spreads across the Dothraki Sea, Khal… Khal Drogo is taking a wife."

Aegon frowned. This was not unusual. Many Khals took wives.

But when the scout spoke the next words, Aegon stiffened.

"She is said to have silver hair… and violet eyes."

Aegon's gaze darkened. His hands clenched into fists.

"A Targaryen?"

The scout nodded. "Yes, Khal. The girl's name is Daenerys."

Aegon knew the time was coming, but he didn't know it was already here, he had planned to kill Drogo and then go for Daenerys.

For his conquest, she was needed.

Technically, he was also the heir to the Iron Throne, but no one was going to just believe he was the son of Rhaegar Targaryen and Lyanna Stark without proof, and he didn't care they had accepted Daenerys even though she was a woman, because she had the strongest claim after her brother died, and she had three dragons, the fact Robert was a shit king did also help.

Aegon was going to proclaim himself the son of Rhaegar Targaryen and Lyanna Stark, but he was going to marry Daenerys to compound their claim. With his dragon and the three who would hatch, the issue would be resolved.

As for the certificate the existed Aegon would send someone for it when his conquest touched Westeros soil, after all, he didn't know if his uncle would support his claim and tell the truth, plus he was still on the fence about saving the man, and if it would be worth it.

He turned away, his mind racing.

Viserys. That fool of a brother. So desperate for power, he would sell his own sister to gain the backing of the Dothraki. Aegon knew exactly what kind of man Viserys was weak, cruel, and foolish. He had no true claim to the throne.

And now, he had given Daenerys away, hoping Khal Drogo's strength would win him a kingdom.

Fool.

The Dothraki Sea was vast, but even here, whispers traveled faster than the wind.

Soon, the world would know of Khal Aegon, the Dragonlord.

And perhaps…

Daenerys would too.

Aegon exhaled slowly, his violet eyes burning with determination.

The game has begun.