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Game of Thrones: House of Black Dragon
Game of Thrones: BLOODTHIRSTY BASTARD
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"Prince Viserys?"
Leo studied the silver-haired young man standing in front of him.
"Hmph!" The youth drew himself up, eyes flashing with arrogance. "You stand before Viserys Targaryen, the Third of His Name—King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm!"
"Mind your tone and your titles, ser. I am not 'prince.' You will address me as Your Grace."
The young man looked about seventeen or eighteen. There wasn't a flicker of fear in those violet eyes as he stared straight at Leo. He even looked a little pissed that Leo had gotten the title wrong.
Leo gave the so-called "Viserys" a quick once-over and laughed coldly inside.
Ever since he'd crossed over, he'd met plenty of canon characters. Their faces were close to the show versions, but never exact. This guy was handsome enough, but he looked nothing like the Viserys from the show.
More importantly, the real Viserys would never have stepped out so boldly to face a stranger who had just cut down several sellswords. He definitely wouldn't have introduced himself so openly and casually called Leo "ser" like he already knew exactly who he was.
"And this must be Princess Daenerys?" Leo asked, turning to the girl beside him to test his theory.
She didn't match the show Daenerys either. There was none of that young, striking, almost ethereal beauty. Instead she carried a practiced, seductive air that felt completely wrong for a thirteen- or fourteen-year-old girl.
Same silver hair and purple eyes, but that was it. No one who'd watched the show would ever mistake her for Daenerys.
"Correct. This is my sister, Daenerys," the fake Viserys cut in before she could speak, stepping protectively in front of her. "Now tell me your name, ser, and why you've come."
"My name is Neo Presto, Your Highness," Leo replied, deliberately sticking with the "wrong" title. "I'm here to save you two, of course."
The fake Viserys didn't bother correcting him again. Relief washed over his face the second Leo said he was there to rescue them.
He immediately started laying it on thick. "I knew it! Ser Neo, you truly are a loyal servant of House Targaryen! When I reclaim the Iron Throne, I will grant you vast lands and the title of duke!"
The clumsy carrot, the exaggerated expression, the way he glossed over the title slip—it all screamed one thing.
This was a fake dragon.
The real Viserys would have flown into a rage the moment Leo called him "prince" again. He was obsessed with being the true dragon, the rightful king. No one was allowed to disrespect his titles.
Leo played along anyway. He had his men bring over the horses they'd taken from the dead sellswords.
"Your Highness, come with me back to Myr. I guarantee no one will harm you or your sister again. We can talk more on the road."
The fake Viserys nodded eagerly and swung up onto one of the horses.
The fake Daenerys, however, walked shyly up to Leo, brushing her silver hair back with a coy little smile. "Ser Neo… I… I don't know how to ride. Could I… share your horse? In front, if possible?"
Leo nearly rolled his eyes.
First you don't look like Daenerys. Now you're trying to seduce me?
Where the hell did this supposed Targaryen princess learn bedroom eyes and heavy perfume?
Even from a distance the scent was overpowering.
"Of course, Princess. It would be my honor," Leo said smoothly. He reached down, lifted her onto the saddle in front of him, and immediately regretted it as the thick perfume hit him square in the face.
To keep the act going, he kept a pleasant smile plastered on and endured it.
"Wow, Ser Neo! You're so strong… and your muscles are so firm!" the fake Daenerys gushed once she was settled. "No wonder you handled those bandits so easily. I feel so safe with you protecting me!"
"Don't worry, Princess. I will protect both you and your brother. No one will harm you again."
"Oh, Ser Neo! You're wonderful!"
While Leo and the fake Daenerys chatted and laughed on horseback, the fake Viserys rode alongside them with a satisfied smile, not seeming the least bit bothered.
The real Viserys would have been seething with jealousy by now.
Back in Myr, Leo didn't take them to his own inn. He found them a different one and settled them in, leaving two of his men to guard them.
His excuse was simple: his current lodgings had other Westerosi guests, and it would be inconvenient.
Once Leo and his group left, the fake Viserys and fake Daenerys closed the door and made sure the guards outside couldn't hear them.
"Kaelis, your performance was way too over the top," the fake Viserys hissed.
The girl called Kaelis rolled her eyes. "Laryon, are you really trying to lecture me? We're just pretending to be brother and sister. Don't start acting like you actually own me."
"And why the hell did you step in front of me and interrupt when Ser Neo was talking to me?"
Laryon's face twisted with anger, but he kept his voice low. "You stupid whore. You're nothing but a trained bed-slave. Don't you get it? I was helping you!"
"I don't want you ruining this job on the first day with your idiocy!"