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Rogare Residence, with Percy…

Absolute silence reigned in the bed chamber as Percy and Lady Rogare stared at the corpse of Lord Rogare. The now bloodied sword, Truth, was still embedded in the man's chest.

Percy didn't know why he did it. It had been a spur of the moment kind of deal. Who could have known that Lord Rogare would just barge in while Percy was in the middle of fucking his wife? Certainly not him.

He had been ready to simply run past the man as profanities and promises of death were sent at the back of his head. After which, he would simply gather his things and leave Lys with Viserys and Daenerys in tow.

Now that he had killed Lord Rogare though, he would have the hounds of hell at his heels. How could he do something so stupid? So utterly reckless and heartless as to kill a man. An innocent man at that.

A sudden feeling of sickness overwhelmed Percy and he hurled onto the floor.

He had killed an innocent man. And not just any man but a man who had given him a job and money to provide for his family.

And in return for Lord Rogare's kindness, he had sex multiple times with the man's wife and then killed him when he had found out.

Percy hurled onto the floor again, tears stinging the corners of his eyes. He was supposed to be a hero, someone who helped others. Someone who had saved the world without so much as regarding any sort of personal gain.

How could he have been so heartless as to kill a man that had shown him nothing but kindness and respect?

"Perseus, you have to leave." Lady Rogare finally spoke.

He ignored her as silent tears fell to the floor staining it just as the blood of Lord Rogare currently did. This wasn't the first time he had killed a mortal, he had helped his mom murder his stepfather when he was only twelve after all.

But Gabe had deserved to die for abusing him and Sally. Lord Rogare did no such actions. Now the blood of an innocent man was on his hands.

Lady Rogare rushed to him, "You have to leave, Perseus!" She shook him.

This time he responded, "What about you?" Percy said, his voice was empty.

"I'll just tell the city magisters that a robber killed him. Y-You'll have to kill the guards at the entrance so the story is more convincing." Lady Rogare tells him.

Percy recoiled from her touch, "How could you be so calm about this? I just killed an innocent man!" He shouted, while he was angered at her for her blasé attitude, he was mainly angry at himself.

"You had to do it, Perseus! If you didn't, then he would have had us both killed." Lady Rogare says before standing up to walk over to the corpse of Lord Rogare.

After a brief moment of hesitation, she grabbed the hilt of Truth and wrenched it from the man's body. "Here. Valyrian steel is very rare and expensive. The magistrate will have no choice but to accept that it was a thieves doing." She said, pressing the sword into his hand.

"We were doing so well. And I ruined it all because of my own selfishness." Percy murmured.

Lady Rogare knelt next to Percy and embraced him in comfort, "I'm truly sorry things have to end in this way, my love. If only he had died of old age so we could be together." She said despondently.

Her words made Percy pause before turning to look at her, "You wanted your husband to die so we could be together?" He asked, surprised.

She nodded, "Yes, he wasn't exactly the best husband. He certainly couldn't fuck me as well as you." Percy's stomach churned at her words.

"This wasn't right. I shouldn't have done this." He shook his head.

"My sweet Perseus, you did this for love." Lady Rogare whispered to him.

He looked at her incredulously, "For love?" Percy asked, perplexed.

She smiled, "The power of love makes us do the things we wouldn't normally be able to do." She told him.

Love was perhaps the strongest emotion in existence. Percy was quite familiar with love, he had met the personification of it after all. She was right to an extant. Love made good men and women do things that they normally wouldn't do.

Like how Paris had snuck Helen back to Troy with him regardless of the consequences. An entire city had fallen just because of the actions of two people who had been in love.

He knew deep down that his so-called love for Lady Rogare wasn't the reason for his actions. But he was currently ready to believe anything at that moment in order to keep his sense of integrity.

So he decided to wholly believe that it was love that had made him make the choice he normally wouldn't have made. "Yes, love. This was because of love." Percy said slowly.

Lady Rogare smiled at him, "I love you more than anything." She told him before their lips met again over the corpse of the late Lord Rogare whose body was not yet cold.

Percy ended the kiss, "I love you too." He said with a half-smile.

"Now go. You will have to stay away until things die down. Then we can be together again." Lady Rogare told him.

He nodded slowly, "When will we see each other again?" Percy asked her.

"Soon. But for now you must go. Make sure you deal with the guards outside." Percy frowned at that before Lady Rogare pulled him into another kiss.

"You have to do things you normally wouldn't for love, right?" She caressed his face.

An image of Viserys and Daenerys flashed across his mind, "I'll do it." He said, determined.

She smiled before bringing him to his feet, "Now go. I'll send for you when everything is over." She promised.

Percy nodded and dashed towards the door, giving her one last look before he left.

With the sword, Truth, in hand, Percy ran out of the manse of House Rogare. But he wasn't as distraught as before. This was only temporary after all. He would come back with Viserys and Daenerys. And they would all live long and wealthy lives together.

He wouldn't have been able to do that in his last life. Him being the son of Poseidon would have always put a large target on his back.

But now he could have a normal life with his family. The idea made him feel warm inside. Maybe this life really was going to be more peaceful then his last one. Even the Fates knew that he more than deserved it after all of the good he had done.

The days of Percy Jackson savior of the world, Champion of Olympus was over. He would officially retire his sword and live a peaceful life with Daenerys and Viserys. Perhaps he would also marry Lady Rogare.

He'd keep his new last name of course, Viserys would burst a blood vessel if he tried to abandon the Targaryen name. That stray thought actually made him laugh aloud.

That was the last thing the two guards at the manse entrance heard before their heads were separated from their shoulders.

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With Percy…

The sun had set by the time Percy neared the inn. Truth was still in his hand as he sped through the stone paved roads.

Due to blood practically drenching his shirt, he had to get rid of it on the way. There were a few people outside, they all looked at him oddly as he ran past them, bloody and shirtless. He ignored them and quickly entered the inn.

Not much had changed interior wise. Though one regularity was the old man dressed in red armor. He was still passed out on one of the tables. If it wasn't for the man's loud snoring every time Percy passed him, he would have thought the old man had died years ago.

Shoving away his pointless thoughts, Percy bounded up the staircase, two steps at a time. After two years or so they had decided to get separate rooms, except Daenerys who shared a room with Percy.

"Viserys, open the door!" Percy called, repeatedly banging on Viserys's door.

He could hear groans from inside of the room before the door opened, "Why in the seven hells are you banging so loudly?" Viserys groaned, completely naked.

Quickly averting his eyes from the man's groin, Percy looked behind Viserys to see the sleeping form of a silver haired woman.

Unlike him, Viserys had no qualms with purchasing women from pleasure houses. After he had started making his own money working for the cityguard, the Targaryen prince had a new sex slave in his bed every other day.

"I need to tell you something." Percy didn't give him a chance to protest as he pulled him away.

"Can't this wait till the morning, Perseus?" Viserys moaned sleepily.

Percy ignored him and opened the door to his and Daenerys's room.

Sitting on her bed surrounded by piles of books was Daenerys. She looked up from the book she had been reading and didn't even blink at the not-so-odd sight of a stark naked Viserys.

After a few years of living and bathing with the siblings, Percy had eventually gotten used to being naked around his new family as well as seeing them naked. It was something he didn't think he'd get used to but lo and behold, his thoughts on the matter had changed.

Daenerys frowned as if she intuitively knew that something was wrong, "What's wrong, Perseus?" She stood up from her bed.

Casting a quick peek down the barren hallway, Percy closed the door behind him and Viserys. Now in the safety and comfort of the two people he had come to love and trust wholeheartedly, he pressed his back against the door to regain his breath.

Meanwhile Daenerys seemed to come to a deduction on her own and her face slowly began to pale as she looked back and forth between the naked Viserys and the half naked Percy.

"For the love of Old Valyria." Daenerys muttered, horror etched into her face, "Please tell me you two didn't do that." Her insinuation made Percy choke on his spit.

If he were being open-minded, it did kind of look that way from her perspective. But even though he had been in this world for some long years, he was most definitely still attracted to women.

He had nothing against people who swung the other way but… no. "God's no, Viserys was already naked by the time I got here!" Percy assured her.

Viserys's face wrinkled like he had swallowed a lemon, "I am not a boy lover." He said simply.

Daenerys released a sigh of obvious relief, "Thank the dragons of old." She murmured to herself.

Percy shook his head and sighed. That was a topic he never wanted to touch up on again, "I have to tell you guys something." He suddenly announced.

"Well get on with it. Whores are paid by the hour you know." Viserys snapped, looking annoyed while Daenerys just stared expectantly.

Seeing their faces now, Percy couldn't help but feel ashamed at his recent decisions. The past few years had been good to them. Their life was much better now compared to their beginning.

They had a home, hobbies, and enough money to live comfortably. And now all of that was ruined. All because of his admittedly stupid actions.

If this world had any real-life gods, then he prayed that they would have mercy on the two people he now loved more than anything.

Percy sighed in resignation, "I-uh, kindofkilledLordRogare." He mumbled.

Silence reigned, "You're going to have to speak louder than that! A whore with a cock in her mouth can speak more clearer than you." Viserys japed.

Daenerys shot her brother an exasperated look, "Was that really necessary?" She asked Viserys who blissfully ignored her.

"I said that I killed Lord Rogare!" Percy told them, automatically cueing a pin-drop silence.

The two Targaryen siblings looked at him closely. As if expecting him to say that he was just joking. Though after a few more moments realization kicked in and then they exploded.

"What the hell do you mean you killed Lord Rogare?" Viserys nearly shouted.

Daenerys looked completely shocked, "I-I don't understand. I thought you liked him?" She said, confused.

Percy ran a stressed hand through his hair, "It wasn't on purpose. He...kind of caught me sleeping with Lady Rogare." He said slowly, shocking them even further.

"I would have expected something like this from myself but not you!" Viserys stared Percy in disbelief.

Daenerys sat back down on her bed. No longer able to take what she was hearing while standing. A gobsmacked look was on her face as she gazed off into space.

"It's not like I knew it was going to happen, Viserys. It was an accident." Percy snapped, angry at himself more than anything.

Viserys looked at him incredulously, "You fucked another man's wife! How did you expect it would end?" He shouted at him.

Anger flared inside of Percy before he stepped up to Viserys's face, "Don't act as if you wouldn't have done the same in my position. You probably wouldn't have even waited for him to leave before you fucked her!" He shot back.

"You aren't supposed to be like me you idiot!" Viserys roughly shoved Percy back.

"Enough, both of you!" Both of them stopped in their tracks at the sound of Daenerys's voice.

Having stood back up, Daenerys glared at them. "This is not your fault, Perseus. If anything it's Lady Rogare's fault. She shouldn't have cuckolded her husband." Daenerys said resolutely.

Viserys clicked his teeth, "So now our lives are ruined because of some highborn whore!" He spat.

"She is not a whore. She loves me and I love her." Percy scowled, even if he didn't truly believe his own words.

Viserys gave him with a look that screamed 'are you stupid', while Daenerys simply gawked at him. "Oh please. You don't love her. You just love the way she sucks your cock. There's plenty of other whores for that, Perseus." Viserys told him.

Percy glared at Viserys but didn't rebuttal his statement, "Once everything dies down. We'll be able to live with her. Afterwards, I'll become her husband." He explained.

Viserys blinked before he began howling in laughter, "Marriage!? You may be the true king of the Seven Kingdoms but to her you're nothing more than a glorified servant." He said, viciously.

"She was the one who told me that she would send for me and that we would live together." Percy said, trying to convince himself more than Viserys.

"And you believe the words of a woman who cheated on her husband?" Viserys said to him.

Uncertainty rose within Percy, "Y-Yes. She wouldn't lie to me." He murmured.

Viserys glanced at the Valyrian steel sword in Percy's hand, "And I suppose she told you to take that sword to make it look like a robbery?" Just by the knowing look on his Viserys's face Percy could tell that the man already knew the answer.

Percy nodded nonetheless, "She said that it would be more convincing." He tells Viserys.

"And how many people saw you running about with a bloodied Valyrian sword in your hand?" The veil of naivety that Percy had situated over his mind became undone.

It was no secret that he wasn't the brightest person ever but he wasn't stupid. Gullible maybe but not stupid. He had wholeheartedly trusted the words of a woman who had cheated on her husband. Not because he truly believed that he loved her but because it was simply an excuse to forget his selfish deed of killing Lord Rogare.

His hands weren't by any means bloodless. But before there had at least been a reason for most of the things he did.

Monsters and old enemies of the god's killed demigods and vice versa. It was the way of life for him and many other demigods like him. They fought and killed for survival and no other reason.

But now, Percy didn't have any justification for his actions. And there weren't any gods in this world for him to put the blame on.

Still, this world wasn't exactly rainbows and unicorns. This world had monsters. But it wasn't the same mythical creatures he was used to. This world's monsters wore the skin of a human and had a silver tongue.

For the few years he had been here Percy had encountered an abnormal amount of lies, manipulation and downright heinous acts.

His fatal flaw was personal loyalty. But what was loyalty in a world as corrupted as the one he was currently in, where the rich preyed on the poor and the poor preyed on their fellow poor.

Women and children were sold into slavery for a few coins. Justice was almost non-existent in this world so the wealthy continued to do as they wished, free of any consequences for their actions so long as it didn't hurt the other wealthy families like them.

He had died and been reincarnated into a new family. But this world was even worse than his old one. It simply had no life to it. A soulless and unforgiving world.

Percy barely registered when the door was suddenly kicked open.

A hard blow to the back of his head made him fall face forward to the ground. The blow had been hard enough to send any normal man into unconsciousness but not Percy. Truth slipped out his hand and clattered onto the floor.

Viserys yelled in rage as five armored men rushed inside but there was nothing he could really do. While he was physically fit, he was still just a normal human. Three men easily took him down and pinned him on the floor.

Percy's eyes were slowly drawn towards Daenerys as she began screaming due to the two other men latching onto her. Their wicked laughs rang throughout his fuzzy mind and they began tearing apart her purple dress.

Vulgar insults and even pleas came from Viserys as he helplessly watched his little sister be stripped down to her undergarments as the men forced Daenerys to lay her down onto her back.

A glint of metal caught Percy's attention and he glanced to where Truth lay on the floor, just within arms reach of him. Seeing as how the men believed he was out cold, he was left on the floor entirely forgotten.

But did that matter? This world was so obviously rotten to its core. Even if he saved Viserys and Daenerys now then it would only delay the inevitable curse that always seemed to come back to bite him in the ass.

The endless cycle of manipulation, pain and death. He had thought that he would have finally been free to live a peaceful life. But now he knew the truth.

Even after reincarnation, his curse would never end. It would simply keep going around in circles like a wheel.

'So break the wheel.'

A woman's voice rang clear in his head. It was the one from his dream all those years ago.

'Change this world for the better.'

Percy answered this time, 'But there's corruption everywhere I look. I can't heal a tree when it's roots are rotted.' He thought hopelessly.

'Then burn the tree. And plant a new one. A better one, free of the corruption of its predecessor. Re-mold the world to your image, Perseus.'

'People won't like it.' Percy thought.

'Humans never like change but in the end they will thank you.'

The world would never change if the system never changed with it. It was a universal truth that applied to even his old world. No one liked a rebel, regardless of if their actions were just or not.

'Will you be that rebel, Perseus?' He felt the soothing presence leave his mind, like smoke in the wind.

Could he? He had done so before, be a rebel that is. Percy Jackson had been a rebel. Someone who just wanted to protect his family and friends from all manner of threats.

If anyone had threatened the lives of his friends or family they had been his enemy. The world could have burned and he wouldn't have cared so long as his own friends and family were safe.

Was that selfish? In his old world he would have said yes. That world didn't deserve to burn just because he refused to act without personal incentive.

But things had changed hadn't they? This was a world that deserved to burn. It deserved to be pulled from its roots and tossed into the abyss. A world like this wasn't a world he wished for his family to live in. So it needed to burn and be made anew.

Did that make him selfish?

"Perseus!" Daenerys screamed for him.

Sure it did.

He lunged into action. Snatching Truth from the floor, he spun across the room and sunk its blade through the back of one of the men near Daenerys.

"What the-!" A flick of his wrist saw to the decapitation of the other man.

The other three men were on their feet by then, their swords raised in panic. It didn't matter though, he was on them like a flash of lightning.

Steel sparked as he parried a sword blade away from him before ducking under another sword swing. His sword found housing inside of one of the soldier's guts.

Armor, flesh and bone were no obstacle as Percy dragged his sword across the man's midsection. The blade exited the man's side to quickly deflect another man's retaliated sword slash. A kick to the chest sent the parried soldier into a wall.

By this time, Viserys had recollected himself and quickly snatched up the sword of the halved fallen guard. He stabbed the other guard in the back, the blade piercing through to the front of the man's chest.

Percy stalked toward the groaning guard he had kicked into the wall. The mans movement's stilled as he saw him approach.

"P-Please, mercy!" The last guard begged.

He held his sword in reverse grip in one hand and he rested his other hand on the pommel as he shifted his body, "Sorry, I'm all out of mercy." Percy said, before thrusting forward with all of his weight to pierce directly through the man's mouth.

He withdrew his blade from the now dead man and turned back to the shocked Viserys and Daenerys.

"Three naked Targaryens in a room full of dead people. There's a joke in there somewhere." Percy hummed thoughtfully.

Maybe it was the absurdity of his comment in light of recent events. Or perhaps the popular belief that the Targaryens were all mad was finally being proven true.

But after that, the room was quickly filled with the laughs of the Targaryens.

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With Percy…

It didn't need to be said that they needed to leave Lys. The cityguard would undoubtedly send more men to see what was taking so long.

So they all dressed themselves and packed up all of their clothes and valuables as fast as they could.

Percy fastened his sack of belongings onto his back and looked toward a frozen Daenerys, "What's wrong, Dany?" He asked when he noticed her silently looking at the piles of books next to her bed.

"I won't be able to take all of them." She mumbled sadly.

That much was true. While he could carry all of them by himself , he wouldn't be able to fight if he did so. And he was almost positive that he would need to.

He approached the saddened girl and wrapped his arms around her in comfort, "I'll buy you more books after all of this Daenerys, I promise." Percy whispered to her.

She still looked somber but eventually nodded. After helping Daenerys with her own sack, Percy took a hold of her hand and began leading her out of the room.

"It's just like that time in Myr." Daenerys murmurs, he turned to see her looking at their joined hands.

Percy frowned at that memory. She was right, the whole situation was reminiscent of their escape from Myr. And this only served to make him feel even more ashamed seeing as he was the reason for the whole fiasco.

When they were halfway down the hall, Viserys stepped out of his room wearing his black leather chest plate, with matching new greaves and gauntlets. There were two red hilted scimitars on his back positioned in an x-formation.

Just seeing the man look so battle ready made Percy wish that he had bothered to buy himself some armor.

When they reached Viserys he held out his sack to Daenerys which granted him an incredulous look, "Why do I have to carry your stuff?" She asked.

"Because I'm the oldest and I'm telling you to." Viserys said smartly.

Daenerys shot him a venomous look before she snatched the sack from the grinning man to begin tying it around herself, muttering incoherent curses all the while.

After she was ready, Percy quickly led the two down the flight of stairs. No one else was in the inn bar except the old man who was still snoring loudly.

Just as Percy thought they'd be able to leave without a fight, the inn doors burst open and six men piled in. "Wonderful, the reinforcements are here." Viserys said sarcastically before drawing both of his scimitars.

Percy copied his action and drew Truth positioning himself next to Viserys as the men slowly crept forward with their own swords drawn, "Stay behind us, Daenerys." He told her as he took his sword stance.

"Twin Dancing Dragon formation?" Viserys asks Percy even as his eyes never leave the men in front of them.

"You really need to come up with better names." Percy grumbled as the men charged forward making them both spring into action.

Standing back to back, Percy and Viserys spun around each other blocking and deflecting the swords of anyone who challenged them.

Percy deflected a sword blade and twirled around to parry another blade meant for Viserys as Viserys spun around him to slice open the throat of the man Percy had deflected. Percy stepped into another soldier's guard. He swung his sword upward in a vertical slash and cleaved the soldier's sword arm clean off. Screams of pain filled the air before Percy silenced them by stabbing the man through his chest.

Meanwhile Viserys used one of his scimitars to redirect a sword into the ground allowing Viserys to bring his other scimitar around to stab right through the man's neck.

Down to three men in just moments the other soldiers became more cautious as they began slowly circling the two Targaryens.

"First person to attack is a boy lover." Viserys taunted in a singsong tone.

One man growled angrily before lunging forward, sword raised. "We have a winner!" Viserys laughed, moving to block the man's overhead strike.

"Perseus!" At the sound of Daenerys's voice Percy turned to see one of the men going towards the Targaryen princess rather than them.

With an angry grunt of exertion, Percy threw his sword like a spear toward the man. His precise aim proved itself once again as his sword pierced right through the man's side. The sheer force behind the throw sent the man flying into a couple of tables.

A war cry alerted Percy to an enemy in front of him and he sidestepped the soldiers stab. Instead of backing away however like Percy expected the man to, the man bull rushed him.

Percy fell on his back with the man on top of him desperately pushing against Percy's grip to try and bring his sword down onto his neck. Before Percy could retaliate, the soldier was suddenly snatched off of him.

Quickly standing to his feet, Percy looked to the person who had helped him and blinked when he saw the familiar red armor of the old man that had been asleep before now.

"You bastard son of a whore. How dare you touch the rightful king!" With every word, the old man brought his armored fist down into the poor guards face until it became nothing more than a bloody and fleshy mess.

Viserys apparently became bored playing with his opponent as he swiftly ended the fight after spinning around a wide strike and catching the man with a slash to the back of the knees before finishing him.

He, along with Daenerys, joined Percy's side as they stared at the raging old man as he kept bashing in the already dead man's face.

"I'm pretty sure he's dead, old man!" Viserys called out.

The wild eyed man finally stopped punching the corpse, breathing heavily in exertion. Percy slightly tensed as the bloodied man turned toward them.

He had a head full of greying red hair with a red beard that showed bits of grey here and there. His reddish armor looked old and worn along with a grimy wolf cloak.

"I might have gone a bit too far." The man grumbled, sounding embarrassed.

Percy gave him a 'you think' look before his manners kicked in, "Well, thanks for the help. I know you didn't have to do that." He thanked the man who responded with a shake of his head.

"It is only the duty of a knight to his King, your grace." The man said reverently.

They blinked in surprise as the man's words registered in their heads. No one should have known where they were and they had never given anyone their real last names. How could this man know who he was?

"I'm pretty sure you got the wrong guy." Percy chuckled a bit nervously.

By the blank look one the man's face the lie obviously hadn't worked. "I don't think I've ever heard of anyone else with your name." He said simply.

"I knew that name of yours would blow our cover." Viserys grumbled.

"Who are you?" Percy asked curiously.

The man immediately took a knee and bowed his head, "My name is Jon Connington, former Hand of the King and Lord of Griffin's Roost. At your service, my King." He announced.

"You were that man my father chose to be his hand!" Viserys's eyes widened in recognition.

Jon nodded, "That was me, my prince. After the Battle of the Trident where...Prince Rhaegar perished, I was forced into exile." His blue eyes seemed to dim at the mention of Percy's father.

"I've walked through this place for years and you're just now realizing who I am?" Percy looked at him in suspicion.

Jon looked away in embarrassment, "Well, you probably noticed but I was usually piss drunk. The only reason I realized it tonight was because you all were fighting right in front of me and I heard the princess scream your name." He explained.

For a long moment, Percy tried to recall if he had ever seen the man actually doing anything other than drinking or sleeping. And after a bit of thought he could honestly see how Jon wouldn't know that he was in the same place as him. The man probably hadn't even known what continent he was on.

The faint yells of men outside brought Percy back to attention back to the present. "We need to leave the city before they lock it down. The gates are most likely being watched. Our best bet is to escape through the city's docks." Viserys told Percy.

Again, Percy thought over his choices. But he ultimately decided to go with Viserys's plan. If anyone knew the best way out of the city, it was Viserys.

"Alright then, let's go." Percy said before turning toward the entrance.

A call from Jon stopped him in his tracks, "Your grace, I beseech you! Please allow me to be your sworn sword! I promised Rhaegar that I would protect you." Jon begged.

Percy frowned, impatiently glancing back and forth between Jon and the door until the yells of the men closing in on them caused him to act. "If you betray us, I will end you." He promised very seriously.

Jon placed a fist over his heart in solidarity, "I would rather put myself to the sword than betray you, your grace." One could hear the genuine truth in his words.

"Let's go then." Percy said before they all ran out of the inn.

The streets were all but empty and bells rang throughout the city as yelled orders filled the night air. They all took off towards the city's docks with Viserys leading them through back alleys and desolate crevices.

Now more than ever Percy was glad that his uncle had joined the cityguard prior to the situation. He seemed to know every route that would get them to the docks without being seen. And after some time, they made it to their destination without being seen by anyone.

Crouching behind cover, they whispered in order to not draw attention from the men that were guarding the docks. "We can take that merchant ship. It looks like the fastest one." Viserys whispered, pointing at a ship with the words Sunblaze embroidered on the hull.

Jon spoke, "There are too many men here. We won't be able to get the ship ready to sail without them noticing us." There were at least a dozen or so men walking about the docks. It was a number they could most likely handle but not without drawing more attention.

Percy began to think of a plan, "If I can create a problem big enough. Do you think those men will leave their posts?" He asked Viserys.

Viserys slowly nodded, "Yes. It'd have to be a pretty big problem though." He replied.

Nodding, Percy began to slowly creep away from them. "I'll create a distraction then. When it starts you'll know. Have the ship ready by the time I get back." He told them.

Daenerys's eyes widened in alarm, "But Perseus, what if you get caught!?" She asked fearfully.

Jon also argued, "I should be the one to create the distraction, your grace. It is my duty to protect you!" Viserys was oddly silent for once as he simply looked at him with a grim but resigned look. His uncle knew better than anyone that when he dedicated himself to a task he wouldn't be turned away from his chosen course with words alone.

"If I'm not back in a few minutes after the distraction, then leave without me. That's an order from your King, Jon!" Percy immediately shot down Jon's upcoming protest.

Daenerys's eyes began to water, "B-But, Perseus what if you die." she said sadly.

Seeing her almost in tears nearly made him reconsider his plan but he steeled himself, "I'll come back, Dany. Pinky promise." He held out his pinky to the girl.

She still looked unconvinced but slowly reached out to connect her pinky finger to his, "Pinky promised." Daenerys sniffled.

He gave her a confident smile before planting a small kiss on her brow, "I'll be back before you know it." He told them before turning to slip away.

"Perseus!" Percy stopped to look over his shoulder at Viserys. His uncle turned brother-figure stared at him with an unreadable expression, "You are going to come back, right?" Viserys asked.

"Of course I am. Can't let you have all the fun." Percy grinned before darting away.

And so they waited what felt like hours but was really only a few minutes. But still, the Targaryens waited for their nephew and king to return.

oOo

With Percy…

The plan was simple. Create a distraction big enough to draw the men away from the docks. He had done it many times before so now shouldn't be any different. But of course, he had the powers of the sea during most of those situations. And that was what the big weakness in his plan was.

Hopefully though he would finally be able to tap into the strange power that had been growing inside of him since he first came to the new world. Another issue was that he didn't know what would happen when he did try to use his powers. These thoughts remained prevalent in Percy's mind as he reached the gate entrance of the Rogare manse property, being as quiet as possible.

The bodies of the guards he had slain were no longer in view. Only the blood stained ground where they had once stood gave any indication that they had been there.

After entering, Percy closed the gate behind him as quietly as possible. Sudden voices made him freeze, "Do you think they will catch the thief?" Two guards walked side by side towards the stone archway Percy was in.

There was no way he could go back out the way he came as the gate would make too much noise. And if he exited the archway, he would be in clear sight of the two men. The only reason they hadn't seen him being that it was too dark and there were no lights nearby.

He was essentially shrouded in thick shadows but that wouldn't matter once the men got closer. Sadly he didn't have much option but to press himself against the archway wall as they grew closer.

"I wonder if the thief was caught yet." The two men conversed as they continued walking toward the archway.

"I'm sure they'll find the stupid bastard eventually. Only an idiot would kill a lord and steal a Valyrian sword." The second guard said.

"I hope they find him soon. I'm already sick of guarding this haughty bitch." The first guard grumbled.

Percy stilled his breathing in order to be as quiet as possible as the two men entered the archway. He was almost positive that they would see him but even if they did he was confident in the prospect of killing them before they could call for back-up.

But rather than become alert at Percy's presence, they continued to casually converse as they passed right by him.

He blinked in shock in confusion as the men exited the closed the gate behind them. His mind was racing as he tried to figure out just why the two men hadn't seen him when he was quite literally within arms reach of them. They both simply walked past him as if he was invisible.

On instinct, Percy looked down at his body and found the answer to his unspoken question. Wisps of darkness were wrapped around his body making him appear like a living shadow. The shadows on the wall he was pressed against had also thickened and distorted to make him blend in better.

While this definitely was not a power he used to have, it was very familiar. He had seen Nico use shadows in the same way he was now. How he was now able to copy a son of Hades, Percy had no idea. But with no time to figure out why, he dashed toward the manse.

As he made his way toward the house, he noticed that the closer he was to actual shadows the stronger the cloak of shadows became on his body. It disappeared completely when he stepped into the light. If he was more inclined to kill for money he could definitely make a decent living by being an assassin with this new power.

After having spent so many years working around the manse it didn't take long for Percy to find a way inside of the house. He hadn't come across Lady Rogare yet so he assumed she was in the main bedchamber.

Making it a point not to make much noise, he crept through the lit hallways. Most of the furniture and expensive items that had been around the house were all gone. It was as if someone was in the middle of moving.

Percy halted when familiar moans reached his ears. A sick feeling was already beginning to develop within him. Once he reached the door of the bedchamber Percy slowly and quietly pushed open the door until he could make out the naked forms of Larra Rogare and the man that was on top of her.

"Who do you belong to?" The man's thrust sped up to a set a vicious pace, sweat beaded down his forehead.

Larra moaned loudly in response, "I'm yours, all yours. No one can fuck me like you can, Moreo." Percy's jaw clenched as he heard the same words that had been said to him not too long ago.

"I can't really say I'm surprised." Perseus exhaled deeply as he walked inside of the room.

Both lovers shrieked as they scrambled to cover themselves with something. Percy noted Moreo's appearance. Golden hair and chiseled features, it was obvious that he was a Lyseni Nobleman.

"Who the hell are you?" Moreo glared at Percy.

Larra instantly paled, "P-Perseus." She murmured as she stared at him with blatant fear in her eyes.

Moreo glanced at her, "You know this boy?" He asked.

Percy answered the man's question for himself. "I was in this same bed not too long ago." Larra visibly wilted at Percy's monotone tone and his dark purple eyes that seemed to glitter malevolently in the candlelight.

"I can explain Perseus." Larra murmured nervously.

Percy shrugged, "It's not like I honestly thought this was going to work out anyway. A break up text would have been better than this though." Percy ran a frustrated hand through his hair.

Moreo blinked at Percy's odd words before shaking his head, a pompous sneer made its way onto his face. "This was going to happen all along boy. My house is already quite wealthy. But with the riches of House Rogare as well, I'll be the lord of the richest family in all of Lys. And Larra will be my lady wife. All we needed was to get rid of that old man and you, our scapegoat." Moreo began cackling like a madman.

"Is that true?" Percy asked Larra his stone cold gaze bored into her.

Larra continued to tremble in silence, but her silence told him everything that he needed to know. All of it had been a ruse. A plan by the rich to get even richer and blame all misdeeds on Percy who in this case played the role of the defenseless poor person.

Moreo's laughter didn't end, "Do you get it now? Is your lowly commoner mind able to finally understand your situation? She used you boy!" He jeered.

"There was still a bit of hope inside of me but I think I get it now. Nothing will ever change until I do something about it. Just like Olympus." Percy let out a deep sigh and his head lolled.

"What in the hell are you talking about!?" Moreo barked in irritation.

"But I can't go about this the same way I did Olympus. Not this time. People like you who benefit from this corrupted system will do all they can to continue it and even ignore it." Percy murmured to himself as the shadows in the room thickened and the flames of the candles flickered and dimmed.

A drop of sweat rolled down Moreo's neck as the air around them suddenly grew uncomfortably warm, "I don't know what crazy talk you're doing but I'm warning you not try anything stupid boy." He grabbed a dagger off the nightstand and pointed it at Percy threateningly.

Larra meanwhile continued to tremble. "P-Perseus?" Her voice was shaky.

"Now I see." Perseus whispered in revelation before all of the candlelights in the room fizzled out. Shadows and darkness drowned out everything.

Larra and Moreo shouted in surprise and fright. The two nobles panicked eyes flickered around the darkness until they zeroed in on two small circles of light. The lights swirled and shifted around a dark point almost like small rings of fire. A sick feeling formed in their guts when they realized that the rings of light was actually a pair of glowing orange/red irises. And they were looking directly at them.

Moreo audibly gulped in fear, "W-What are y-you?" He stammered.

"Now I see." Percy's glowing red eyes bored into the two nobles.

"You see what!" Moreo tried to regain his previous confidence by raising his voice to a shout but all it did was allow everyone to hear how fearful he was.

"Now I see." Percy repeated in the same dark undertone.

If it weren't pitch dark, one would see the rivers of tears flowing down Larra's face. "Perseus please, I'm so sorry." She begged pitifully.

"Now I see-" Percy's eyes began glowing brighter and brighter quickly filling the room with harsh light. "Why this world needs to burn." And then everything exploded into flames.

oOo

At the docks…

"What could possibly be taking him so long?" Viserys whispered irritably.

Daenerys fidgeted with her dress hems, "Maybe you could just fight your way through them." She offered weakly.

Viserys snorted, "I can't fight against a dozen men. Not without Perseus at least. This old griff wouldn't be much help either." He grumbled.

"This 'old griff' can hear you, you know." Jon said dryly.

"It's been at least fifteen minutes since he left." Viserys willfully ignored Jon, "What could he possibly be-" a bright flash of light coming from the city cut him off.

They all turned to see that somewhere in the city a huge fire had suddenly roared to life. A giant plume of black smoke and ash raised into the air. They could all feel the intense heat of the firestorm even from where they were.

"What in the seven hells did Perseus do." Viserys gaped in awe as the roaring flames continued to rapidly spread through the city.

The terrified screams of Lyseni could be heard throughout the city. The guards on the docks, who all eventually got over their surprise, began shouting frantically as they all ran towards the fire.

"That's quite the distraction." Jon muttered, impressed.

"I know right." They all shouted in shock at the sudden voice behind them.

They whipped around to see Percy who was grinning at them in amusement. He looked the same as he did before, a little bloody but otherwise unharmed.

"Where the hell did you come from? You almost gave me a heart attack!" Viserys growled angrily, though on the inside he was very relieved to see his nephew.

Percy gave an easygoing shrug, "It's not my fault all of you were gawking at the fire like a bunch of idiots." He chuckled at Daenerys's angry pout.

"How did you make such a fire, your grace?" Jon asked Percy.

"I found some barrels of oil and set them to blow up." Viserys didn't look at all convinced but one look from Percy told him to drop it for now.

"Let's get going then. At least we won't have to worry about them coming back." Viserys said as they began walking down to the docks.

As they approached the merchant ship Sunblaze, Percy noticed Daenerys sneaking glances at him from his side. "What's wrong, Dany?" Percy asked her.

She chewed her lip nervously, "Did you have to make the fire so big? What will happen to all of the people's homes?" Daenerys asked meekly.

"Don't worry. I set it off in the wealthy part of the city." Percy frowned as Daenerys continued to look concerned, he stopped and faced her toward him. "Hey! Don't be sad for them. Those rich bastards won't even be affected by this. They'll just make people like us rebuild it anyway!" His words and actions definitely came out more harsh than he had intended as Daenerys visibly flinched away from him.

Percy calmed himself and relaxed his grip on her shoulders, "Look. Those are the people we are running from. They are the ones who would do things to us that would be far worse than just the destruction of a few houses. All we have is each other, Dany. Whose side do you want to be by, mine or theirs?" He looked intently into her eyes.

Slowly but surely, Daenerys's uncertainty disappeared and her eyes hardened, "I want to stay by your side!" She said firmly.

Relief flooded Percy and he smiled. "Always." Percy nodded in agreement.

"For god's sake, hurry up you two! We don't have all night." Viserys yelled at them from aboard the ship.

Percy rolled his eyes at Viserys before he grinned at Daenerys, "Last one on the ship is a sickly dragon!" He said before dashing away.

"Not fair, Perseus!" Daenerys gasped before taking off after him.

It was simple enough to slip out of the dock without being seen, after all, Lys certainly had a much bigger issue on their hands. As they traversed the waves at full speed, the burning city of Lys slowly became a distant glow.

Luckily enough, their new ship was packed with bread, cheese, wine and other goods so they wouldn't be going anytime soon. After they finished eating, the Targaryens decided that it was getting too late into the night. With a little persuasive speech from Percy and Viserys, Daenerys finally went to sleep.

The Old Griff as Viserys called Jon wanted to stay up and keep watch. But Percy could see that the old man didn't look completely aware of his surroundings. He was probably still a bit hungover from drinking so much. After Percy ended up having to order Jon to sleep, he did so, albeit a bit grumpily.

After a few minutes nothing could be heard except calm waves of the sea and the motor engine named Jon. Percy stood at the bow of the ship, looking out over the calm waves. The feeling of peace and belonging he had always felt before when he was out on the sea was gone. In its place nothing but a reminiscent feeling of comfort along with another strange feeling. He couldn't really put it into words, but the sea almost felt curious at his existence. Like it was seeing something that both confused and intrigued it.

"Everyone's asleep." Percy's thoughts were interrupted as Viserys joined him.

"I figured that. It's kind of hard not to know." Percy said with a dry look.

Viserys shook his head as he leaned against the ship's railing, "I have no clue why anyone would compare him to a griffon. He sounds more like a chicken." He groused.

"A chicken that's being strangled." Percy quipped.

They broke out into fits of laughter. Percy smiled in content as he looked ahead at the horizon. These were the moments he truly enjoyed. The tranquil moments with his loved ones where he could simply stay in their presence and laugh. He was lucky enough to have these moments with all of his old family and friends. Now he was re-experiencing it with his new family. He didn't yet know whether it was a blessing or a curse.

After a few minutes of overlooking the sea in silence, Viserys looked at Percy, "So are you going to tell me how you actually started that fire? I know it wasn't any barrels of oil. Those are all guarded in storage rooms." He added, quickly shutting down Percy's incoming denial.

Percy's head hung low, "You really couldn't leave it alone like everyone else." He gave a tired sigh.

Viserys shrugged, "I question everything unlike Daenerys. Although, she would never believe that you would lie to her." He said.

After a few silent moments of debate, Percy spoke again. "Fine, I'll show you how I did it. Just don't freak out okay." He told Viserys before holding out his hand and putting on a frown of concentration.

Before Viserys could question his sanity, a flame roared to life in Percy's palm. It was a simple and small orange flame but an intense heat exuded from it nonetheless. Viserys unconsciously basked in the comforting warmth of the fire. After a few moments of expecting the fire to burn Percy's hand, Viserys was very surprised to see that the small flame wasn't harming him whatsoever.

"H-How are you doing that?" Viserys asked, staring at the fire in awe.

Percy shrugged, "I just focus on this feeling inside of me and then I just do it." He said nonchalantly.

Even though he still had more questions, Viserys put them aside as he put forth a tentative finger toward the fire. "Are you sure this is real fire?" He asked Percy, his hand now hovering directly over the fire, completely unharmed.

Blinking at the sight in front of him, Percy nodded dumbly, "Yeah, I'm pretty sure it is. It turned Lady Rogare into ashes. Wait a sec, are you not feeling the heat?" Percy asked, baffled.

Ignoring the comment about Lady Rogare for now, Viserys answered. "I mean it's a little warm but not hot." He told Percy.

Percy frowned thoughtfully. "Maybe Targaryens do have some dragon's blood." He mused, extinguishing the flame.

"I've never heard of a Targaryen actually creating fire though. That's like... magic, right?" Viserys asked, confused.

"Yeah, but I don't know magic so it probably just means that I'm more of a dragon than you." Percy grinned cheekily.

Viserys snorted, "In your dreams maybe." He said before turning to look back out into the sea.

The sea fog was slowly dissipating but things were still murky. The only way they were able to see was because of the sunrise. In the far off distance a mass of land was slowly getting closer and closer.

"So what now?" Viserys's question made Percy sigh deeply.

"I really don't know. We have money and food but it won't last us forever. I don't think I'll find someone else to be a servant to in another free city. Not without being enslaved at least. I've basically ruined our lives. And I even-" Percy paused, "I've even become a murderer." His voice lowered in distress.

Viserys frowned deeply, "You killed Lady Rogare." He said grimly.

Percy nodded, "And another man, Moreo of House Darageon. He was...with her." He finished his sentence in disgust and Viserys didn't have to be a genius to know what he meant.

"Hmm. I guess you really have become a murderer." Viserys mused aloud.

A remorseful look came onto Percy's face. He didn't know what he had expected to hear. Well, it is not like he was expecting a compliment. He had killed an innocent man after all. But still, he hadn't expected to feel this bad about it. That was mainly due to a very specific silver haired girl. Someone who looked up to him like he was a hero.

An image of his younger cyclops brother, Tyson, flashed through his mind. No matter what Percy did, Tyson always looked at him with the utmost trust and adoration. Like Percy was a flawless human being who could do no wrong in Tyson's eyes. It was the same look Daenerys gave him. And it slowly ate at his heart because he knew that he was far from perfect. He may have been a skilled swordsman and an all around 'lucky' guy but he still made plenty of mistakes. Mistakes that he shouldn't have made but did anyway against his better judgment. He wasn't perfect, far from it actually.

"But who says being a murderer is a bad thing?" Percy turned to look at Viserys who had a wistful smile on his face.

"I think that's the whole point of being a murderer, Viserys. They are generally seen as bad people." Percy said dryly.

Viserys scoffed and turned toward him, "You don't see people calling that fat bastard on the Iron Throne a murderer for killing my brother!" Percy slowly turned to meet his uncle's fiery eyes.

"No. Robert Baratheon murdered my brother, and do you know what everyone calls him? They call him a King. The murderers, rapists, and pillagers are the ones who get the highest praise!" Viserys seethed.

"So what if a bunch of commoners and nobles call you a murderer. They would do the exact same thing in your position and if not it's because they're either too weak or too afraid to do what it takes to win! And don't even talk to me about morals. What use is morals in a world like this? Morals get you killed quicker. You have to win by any means necessary because that's just what it takes in this world!"

Viserys gestured to the land ahead, "Do you see that land? That is what you get if you win. You get to decide what happens next, while the losers pretend to have any choice in the matter. You were born to be a king, but you were also born to be a murderer. This isn't like one of your fairy tales, the monsters in this world wear the flesh of a man and the tits of a woman. We were born to cleanse this world. Embrace it, Perseus." He finished.

Percy frowned in deep thought. Perhaps he was born to kill. Killing was all he was ever good at in his life. He definitely didn't excel in education and being good at water sports had basically been hereditary. So what gave a bunch of people too afraid to even fight for themselves the right to question the one thing he was truly good at? Even before he always had to kill something to get what he wanted, now was no different.

Percy let out a chuckle as clarity blossomed within his mind, "That was a pretty good speech. You would be a good king, Viserys. A better one than me." He admitted.

Seeing that his nephew was looking brighter, Viserys put on his signature grin, "Being a king requires far too much work. I'd rather die a legendary general. Like that Jules Caesar fellow you told me about." He said.

"I think you mean Julius. That's good though. I'm gonna need a Julius Caesar." Percy says coolly.

Viserys raised an eyebrow, he asked slowly. "What are you talking about?" Percy stayed silent, only allowing a cryptic smile to form on his face.

Finally after a few moments Percy perked up, stretched and yawned. "Well, I'm off to bed. Make sure you get some rest, we have seven kingdoms to conquer in the morning." He promptly walked off, leaving behind a stunned looking Viserys.

"Y-You can't just say something like that and go to sleep!" Viserys shouted after Percy.

"We'll talk about it in the morning, I'm tired." Percy yelled back drowsily.

"It is the morning you idiot. You're talking about invading Westeros for gods sake Perseus, the least we could do is have a plan!" Viserys quickly ran after Percy, leaving the deck empty as the morning sun slowly rose over the sea.