House of The Dragon-A God Amongst Men

[A/N: Will probably rotate this story and the other one weekly and work on it. I'll see how much chapters I can pump out within the rotation and see how it goes. I will also work on my other stories on the other account so there's that. 

I've decided to not work on my Novel. Months of daily uploads and saw that there was almost no traction to it. It is what it is.]

(Third Person POV)

Prince Aemon walked down the hallways of the Red Keep, holding the hand of his wife, Lady Jocelyn Baratheon. 

"I told you not to go down there." Aemon said with a frown, "Something could have happened to you." 

"I am sorry, my dear." The Young Lady said, "But I wanted to see what had happened. It is a terrible thing! Who could be capable of doing something like that???" 

Aemon grimaced, "I would not like to say it." He said

Jocelyn stopped, "You know who did this?" she said, "It is horrible...Innocent people died....." 

"I understand." Aemon said as he looked at her, "Justice will be served but right now, our safety is important. I cannot you have you taking walks outside in the city without my leave, Jocelyn. I am serious." 

She frowned, "Aemon...." 

"Promise me." Aemon said seriously, "There is a terrible danger lurking about in our streets...something that you cannot hope to comprehend." 

"My brother, Boremund, is enraged." Jocelyn said, "He has sent letters. He says that whoever has shed the blood of his bannermen must pay in blood. Tell me, Aemon, do you know who did this?" 

Aemon nodded as he looked around, to see if anyone was hearing, "It was a man." He said softly, "Unlike any that I have ever laid my eyes upon. He was.....different. He was.....powerful.....there was something about him that I could not describe exactly. The strange and cold feeling I got from being within his presence...I....." 

Jocelyn's face softened, "My dear Aemon..." she said as she held his hands, "It will be alright. I know that whoever this culprit is, you will slay him. I have faith in your strength, Aemon." 

"Brother!" Aemon turned to see his younger brother running up to him, "I heard what had happened!" 

"Baelon." Aemon said

Baelon reached them, "That man..." He said with a serious expression, "He's here, in the city, right?" 

Aemon nodded, "I can only imagine." He said, "I don't know what he is, but he's pure evil." 

Baelon frowned, "Tell me about it." He said, "He had Alyssa by the throat. I stabbed him yet he did not die. He could have killed us but he let us go, it was strange. He was no ordinary man." 

Jocelyn looked at Baelon, "My Prince, is that true?" She asked, "You stabbed him with your sword?" 

Baelon nodded, "He did not react." 

"He did not react when Caraxes bathed him in flames." Aemon said with a shudder, "Whatever he is....he's dangerous...." 

"I wonder what Father is thinking right now." Baelon said, "He must be stressed out of his mind. This person is giving him nightmares and he has not even met him." 

"Whatever the case, we must all be careful." Aemon said, "I mean it, Brother." 

"I know." Baelon said, "I understand completely. But mark my words, if there's a chance this man could die...." 

"I will kill him." 

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[Street of Silk, Two Days Later]

Inside a brothel, the owner of the establishment walked inside a room that was filled with candles that let out a sweet smell. He held what looked like a metal box in front of him, adorned with golden designs. The man had what looked like a serious bruise on his cheek, sweat filled his face. 

On the far side, Drakken sat on the couch in a relaxed position. In front of him, a table was filled with nothing but food and wine. He held a cup of wine in his hand as some women were organizing the plates on his table. 

The owner walked up to him, "M-My Lord.." He said nervously, "I brought what you asked for...." 

Drakken took a sip from the cup, "Hm...." He said as he gulped and smacked his lips, "Good." 

He set the cup down and extended his hand outwards. The owner handed him the box and Drakken pulled his arm back. He set the box on the table and opened it, pulling out one of three vials inside. The vials were made out of glass and had a pinkish liquid inside. 

Drakken held the vial in front of him and slowly shook it, inspecting the contents inside it. 

"Hm...." He said with a raised eyebrow as he opened the vial, "Are you certain this is it?" 

He sniffed the liquid inside and showed no reaction to it. 

The owner nodded, "Y-Yes, My Lord..." He said, "It's a special concoction that I use on my girls over the years. They're the only ones that I have." 

Drakken looked at one of the women, whores that worked for the man, and gestured her over, "Come." He said in a commanding tone, "Now." 

The woman walked over to him, her loose silk dress revealing the exposed parts of her body, "Yes..." She said nervously

"Sit." Drakken said

She sat down slowly. 

"Open your mouth." Drakken told her

She did as she was told. 

Drakken then placed his finger on the opening of the vial and the entire liquid quickly glowed brightly, as if something was done to it. He then removed his finger and placed the vial over the woman's mouth, pouring a tiny drop of the liquid into the woman's mouth. 

"Hm...." He said, "If this Aphrodisiac works as intended, the little jolt I gave it will make it more potent. Swallow." 

The woman swallowed the liquid and grimaced slightly. She then began to shift uncomfortably as she began to hold her body. 

"I..." She said softly, "I feel hot....." 

Drakken reached for her face and opened her eyelids, inspecting her eyes, "Hm...." He said as he scanned her retina, "Interesting...." 

He then grabbed her forehead, feeling the temperature of her body as the woman began to sweat slightly. He noticed her heartbeat began to beat a bit faster than usual but other than the elevated temperature and her heartbeat, she did not seem to be in any danger. 

Drakken then looked down and noticed she was closing her legs, there was a bit of a faint smell she was giving off. 

"She's in heat." Drakken said as he pulled away and looked at the owner, "Go put her to work. She'll make you good coin." 

The owner snapped his fingers and the woman stood up, walking away in a hurry. 

"So..." The owner cleared his throat, "As for payment...." 

"Your payment is your life." Drakken boringly said as he closed the vial and put it back on the box

"But..." He started

Drakken flicked his wrist at him and a cut appeared on the man's cheek, causing him to stumble. 

"Do you seriously think I'll allow you to poison my food and get away with it?" Drakken said with a serious tone, "I've been stung by The Manticore himself, any mundane poison will only tickle my veins." 

He stood up and flicked his wrist again, causing the man to fly across the room and against the wall, an invisible force pinning him hard. 

"I'll use you as a meat shield." Drakken said seriously, "Until my work here is done. You humans are wretched little creatures. Always so quick with deceit and schemes. But I'll tell you one thing, nobody is more deceitful and full of schemes than me. Until I've regained my true power, I will not be the God of War and Death. I'll just be a Trickster....shit....reminds me of Riktor, eh? But who cares?" 

The man was looking at him with pure fear on his face, behind held against the wall. 

Drakken grabbed the box and walked towards the door, "If you excuse me." He said, 

"I have work to do."