Through the cover of darkness, a loud, deafening roar echoed throughout the streets of King's Landing as a dragon flew over, it's long, sharp talons scraping the roofs of homes.

The dragonrider laughed as he heard the commoners below him scream in fear.

"Ilagon, Aegar," the rider commanded, and the dragon gave a short huff, landing outside the Dragon Pit. The dragon handlers surrounded the dragon with wide eyes, having not seen it since that fateful day eight years ago.

"Prince Maekar," the leader of dragon handlers said in shock, watching the dragons rider slide down its wing.

Maekar laughed at the older man. The mask he wore covered his entire head, except for where it was cut out at the eyes, and his dragons head helm rested under his arm.

"Make sure Aegar is well fed, Dorio," Maekar told the old man, pulling the mask from his head. Maekar was no longer the angry, tiny eleven year old that ran away from her own home. He now stood at 6'5 and with his long, silverly blonde hair tied into seventeen different braids. However, the biggest difference about him was a scar that trailed from his forehead and ended right underneath his right eye. "Aegar and I have had a long journey."

"Where have-?"

"Dorio, don't ask questions," Maekar cut him off with a hiss. Aegar growled as well, nudging his rider's shoulder with his head. Aegar was a truly beautiful dragon. His body was white, with golden scales to match his teeth.

"What should I tell the King?"

"What do you not understand about not asking fucking questions?" Maekar growled, and the dragon handler dropped to his knees and bowed.

"I am sorry, my Prince," his voice trembled with fear. "I am most sorry."

"Yes, yes," Markar waved the man away, patting Aegar one last time before walking out the gates of the dragon pit. The commoners and criminals in the street stopped and stared as the lost Targaryen Prince walked down the street, dressed in pure black armour with a Valyrian sword strapped to his waist. A sword he still hadn't named yet.

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The next night, Maekar armoured himself up and peered out of his window facing the street. Having been filled in by his little dragons, he knew his uncle Daemon had been named the Master of Laws and Commander of the new City Watch, so he watched from his window as many men wearing gold cloaks thumped their fists against their chest plates.

His eyes trailed over to Randyll Barret, he had been a thirteen years Maekar's senior the last time the Prince had saw him. Now he stood, thirty-and-three, with greying hair and an even longer greying beard, as Captain of the City Watch.

"Commander on the floor!" Randyll yelled, and the thumping stopped at once. A smirk rose on Maekar's lips as his eyes trailed over his uncle. Out of his family, Daemonsnd Visenya was the only ones he could tolerate. He hadn't changed a bit.

"When I took command of the Watch, you were stray mongrels... starving and undisciplined," said Daemon, looking around his men with a smile on his lips. "Now... you're a pack of hounds. You're sated and honed for the hunt," Maekar rolled his eyes when all of the men started howling. "My brother's city has fallen into squalor. Crime of every breed has been allowed to thrive," said Daemon, his eyes trailed along the buildings, until his violet eyes connected with Maekar's, and he sent him a wink. "No longer. Beginning tonight, King's Landing will learn to fear the color gold," his men let out loud war cry's, before piling into the streets.

"Maekar," Daemon laughed when his nephew reached ground level. "You are a grown man. The scar suits you."

"A Dothraki's arakh," said Maekar, shrugging at Daemon's impressed look. He scratched the scar that covered his eye. "The Khal challenged me after I killed three of his Bloodriders after trying to force chains around my neck, in the end I beheaded said Khal, and they were loyal to me."

"So, where is your khalasar, Khal Maekar?" Daemon looked around jokingly.

"In Slaver's Bay, waiting for me to find a plot of land fit to hold seventy thousand Dothraki screamers and their horses," Daemon's eyes widened. "Father always feared the day the Dothraki taught their horses to walk on water, but it turns out all they needed was a Khal loyal to them and their needs."

"War would break out between you and the Seven Kingdoms," Daemon tried to talk him down, but Maekar just gave him a smirk.

"Let them," Maekar hummed. "They're no match for Dothraki screamers and a dragon worthy of Aegon the Conqueror."

"Would you like to join me?" Daemon asked, pointing through a gap in the street, where his gold cloaks were dismembering criminals for their crimes. "Surely a great Khal has no problem with blood shed?"

"I have never been tempted more, my dear uncle," Maekar laughed, pulling a dagger out of a holster on his waist. "You see, I have always had an unquenchable thirst for blood, even when I was a toddler."

"Yes, I do remember you coming back to the Red Keep after disappearing for days on end," Daemon guided him through the streets, coming into a city square caked with blood, dead bodies and disfigured criminals.

"Raper!" One of the City Watch cried out as the raper ran away, but Maekar was quicker and sunk his dagger into the back of his leg, a harsh scream leaving the rapers throat as he hit the concrete.

"Lift him up!" Maekar barked his order at the two City Watchmen who were chasing him. They obeyed, and Maekar observed the raper with an evil smile. "Well, you're a handsome lad, aren't you?" Maekar hummed, raising a gloved hand to the man's face, who quivered in fear. Maekar's hand trailed down from his face, down his chest, laughing manically as he reached his hand into the raper's breeches and took ahold of his balls.

"Tell me, pretty raper," Maekar leaned closer to him, his lips moving against his ear. "Who did you rape?"

"N-no one, they're lying!" He sobbed.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk," Maekar shook his head, squeezing his balls in his hand. The man let out a deafening scream, before Maekar took his hand out of his breeches, wiping his hand on the man's face. "Take off his breeches, I want to know who he raped before he dies," Maekar ordered the City Watchmen, who obeyed, one holding him against the wall and the other practically ripping his breeches from him.

"Listen to me, rapist," Maekar said darkly, holding his dagger above the raper's manhood. "Who the fuck did you rape?"

"S-she came onto me!" He pleaded, wincing when the Valyrian steel pierced the skin on his penis. "P-please!" He cried out, but Maekar wasn't about to show mercy for scum. "I- s-she was twelve!"

"See, there we go," Maekar wore a fake proud smile, just as he completely chopped off his man hood with one swing. The man cried out, holding the stump where his penis was as the City Watchmen threw him to the ground.

"Let this be a message to all who act criminally under the crown's protection!" He yelled over the screams of the criminals. He raised the manhood above his head and wiggled it about. "No crime will go unpunished!"

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"It was an unprecedented roundup of criminals of every ilk. Your brother and an unknown assailant made a public show of it, meting out the summary judgments themselves," Ser Otto Hightower, the Hand of the King, told King Viserys at the break of dawn next morning as they headed towards the Small Council chambers "I'm told they needed a two-horse cart to haul away the resulting dismemberments when it was done."

"Gods be good," Viserys sighed, having no clue his own son was involved in the bloodshed.

"The Prince cannot be allowed to act with this kind of unchecked impunity-" said Ser Otto, cutting himself off as they approached the table, seeing their topic of conversation sat in his seat by his brother's chair.

"Brother," said Daemon pleasantly, his hands folded and resting on the table in front of him.

"Father," Visenya nodded, wearing her Lady of War's pin on her coat.

"Daemon," Viserys nodded irritably.

Daemon turned back towards the Hand with a half smirk. "Carry on. You were saying something about my impunity?"

"You are to explain your doings with the City Watch and your friend," said Otto Hightower irritably, himself and the King taking their respective seats, the others following.

"Your new "gold cloaks" made quite the impression last night, didn't they?" Viserys asked his brother.

"Did they?" Daemon shrugged.

"The City Watch is not a sword to be wielded at your whim," Otto snapped, his eyes hardening at Daemon's grin. "They're an extension of the crown."

"We entrusted Prince Daemon with this task, he was simply doing his job," Visenya argued, placing a hand on her swollen belly. She married Ser Martyn Lannister when she was fifteen, and together they already had two kids. Visenya argued with her father at first, but Martyn and Visenya eventually grew to love one another.

"The Watch and my friend was enforcing the crown's laws," Daemon replied back cooly, taking a glance at his brother as he said the word friend. He knew Viserys knew that Aegar had returned to King's Landing, but the dragon handlers wouldn't utter a word if Maekar was back too. Daemon looked from his brother to Lord Lyonel Strong, the Master of Laws. "Wouldn't you agree, Lord Strong?"

"My Prince, I don't think-"

"Making a public spectacle of wanton brutality is hardly in line with our laws," Otto Hightower interrupted Lord Strong, sending a pointed look his way.

"Nobles from every corner of the realm are right now descending upon King's Landing for my brother's tourney," Daemon shot back. "Do you want them mugged, raped, murdered?" Daemon looked around the other Lords. "Even Maekar Targaryen knows this and he has been back in the capital a day."

"Maekar is back?" Viserys asked, his eyes widened in shock. "Where is he?"

"Last I seen he was cuddling with a Dornish whore in a brothel in the Street of Libido," Daemon smirked, before covering his mouth with an amused smirk. "Oops, I wasn't meant to say. My point is, you mightn't know this unless you left the safety of the Red Keep, but much of King's Landing is seen by the smallfolk as lawless and terrifying. Our city should be safe for all its people."

"I agree," Viserys nodded, the initial shock of the news of his eldest child being back dying down. He would send guards to find her later. "I just hope you don't have to maim half of my city to achieve this."

"Time will tell," Daemon nodded.

"We installed Prince Daemon as commander to promote law and order," Lord Corlys Velary, the Master of Ships spoke up. "The criminal element should fear the City Watch."

"Thank you for your support, Lord Corlys," Daemon nodded thankfully. "The Prince and I installed a certain fear in their minds."

"If only the Prince would show the same devotion to his lady wife as he does his work, Your Grace," the Hand of the King said sarcastically yet maliciously. "You've not been seen in the Vale or at Runestone for quite some time."

"I think my bronze bitch is happier for my absence," Daemon shot back with a soft chuckle.

"Lady Rhea is your wife, a good and honorable lady of the Vale."

"In the Vale, men are said to fuck sheep instead of women, I can assure you, the sheep are prettier."

"Dear me. You made a vow before the Seven to honor your wife in marriage," Otto said in disgust.

"Well, I'd gladly give Lady Rhea to you, Lord Hightower, if you're in want of a woman to warm your bed," Daemon said viciously as he stood up. "Your own lady wife passed recently," Otto raised to his feet, ready to fight. "Did she not?"

"Otto," Viserys pleaded.

"That's right, I forgot," Daemon chuckled darkly as he began walking off. "You like the sight of eight year old little Princesses."