5 years had passed since I had arrived in this world. I then found myself in the city of Pentos. In just 5 years, I had become a respected person in the region. At this time I had formed a mercenary group of considerable strength. We had grown a solid reputation as the strongest mercenary corp in the entire region. I had thought I’d be able to live a life of glory without being involved in something that can threaten my life. I had thought wrong.


    Today I was met with a new face, a beautiful one at that. She had smooth white hair, as white as snow, and eyes as bright as amethyst. “Are you the leader of the Angelus Legion?” She asked with a voice as sweet as honey. I answered with a ‘Yes’ and she sat right across from me. I see her slender body draped in a white dress, embroidered with white laced flowers, as her hooded robe parted. She asked for us to be her guards and would pay her handsomely. After carefully considering her offer, I had accepted with much hesitation. We had signed a 5 year contract and shaked her soft and slender hand. We parted as we agreed to meet the next day.


    The Angelus Legion, 5,000 men strong reminiscent of a Roman legion, stood in the parade array on a grass plain that stretched for miles. The men armored in a fashion, unique to the world. Their lamellar armor glistened in the sun. The footman is armed with a long spear and kite shield. Our skirmishers were armed with either a composite bow or crossbow, and armored with mail armor. The horse archers, armed with a composite bow and armored with mail armor. The melee horseman was armed and armored similarly to the footman with one of the few differences being they wore grieves. The heavy cavalry armored in the lamellar but also plate arm and leg harnesses and armed with a two handed spear and a small circular shield.


    Sat on a stool at the top of a hill overlooking the formation. Looking down on the formation proudly. I then heard the sound of horses trotting behind me and I turned around. My gaze finds the same woman from yesterday along with an attendant of hers.


    “I don’t believe I’ve learned your name yet” I said to her in a calm tone as I stood up.


    “My name is Daenerys Targaryen” she replied.


    I had immediately bowed down as I learned her name. The house she was part of are the rulers of the region. Their house was a powerful house, controlling the Seven Kingdoms across the Narrow Sea. She then tells me to stand straight and passes me to gaze upon the soldiers below. I stand and follow her as she takes a look down.


    “How many of them are there?” She asked with her sweet voice.


    “There are 5,000 of them, your grace.” I replied promptly. “3,000 of them are footmen, 800 rangers and 1,200 horsemen.”


    She nods as she listens to my report. “Can they contend with a force of 40,000?” She asked this weird question.


    I looked at her disconcerted but quickly composed myself. “Depending on the location of the battlefield and the armament of our enemies, I can guarantee a victory.” I say with a tranquil voice.


    These words had made her confident in her decision evident in her body language, though mostly covered by her robe. “In a day''s time” She informed me. “A Dothraki Khalasar will arrive led by the Khal Drogo… The reason I’m telling you this is because my brother wants to marry me off to him. I want you to kill him before he gets here.”


    I was appalled by the bombshell she dropped on me. My normally calm face was rewritten with widened eyes and a gaping mouth. I quickly composed myself but still found myself uneasy inside. This Khal we were talking about was an extremely powerful warlord. His influence stretched far and wide. Even though the Dothraki weren’t known for having great weapons or armor, their martial prowess more than made up for it. Very easily could they topple many cities, they are comparable to Attila the Hun the scourge of the Romans. For this upcoming battle what I’m hoping for is one similar to the battle of Watling Street, but with their excellent horsemanship and the large plains, I can’t hope for a favorable battlefield. This battle will be a battle that we hope our superior arms and armor win us the battle.


    We then talked about other matters such as where we will be staying and such. The legion was dismissed and I followed Daenerys to our horses, and escorted her back to her manor. Atop my armored horse diagonal to her, I had men into a defensive formation around her. Our ride to her manor was one filled with silence. Not a single sound, other than the whistling of the wind and the dancing of the leaves, was in the air. Upon arriving at her home, we were met with a beautiful garden in which had many hedges and flowers with the occasional tree, we dismounted our horses and I followed her inside.


    “You can go to your accommodations” She says signaling a maid to come over.Support creative writers by reading their stories on Royal Road, not stolen versions.


    “That won’t be necessary. It’s our job to now protect you as per our contract.” I reply, waving off the maid.


    “Very well, Sir?” She asks as we continue down the hallway.


    “Julian, your grace.” I follow her down the hall.


    “Julian?” She asks. “That’s a very nice name.”


    “Thank you, your grace.” I replied.


    I follow her into her chambers as the other guards take up positions in the hallway. The door closes behind me as I look back. I then turned back around to see Daenerys sitting on her bed in only her dress. I take a seat at her desk in the room. I take a look around her room as Daenerys lays down on her bed.


    “Julian? I understand that I’m asking a lot from you, especially with attacking the Khal.” She says sympathetically.


    “That’s fine. Let me tell you a story regarding an army in a similar situation as ours.” I say to her as she looks at me curiously. “There was this one general named Paulinus. The second in command of a province, called Brittania, in a grand empire. At the time there was a rebellion, the rebellion had grown to 100,000 strong. And our protagonist of our story had an army of a little over 10,000.”


    “Surely you didn’t tell me this because this great general lost.” She said smartly.


    “You’re right I didn’t begin this story just to tell you they had lost the war. Paulinus ultimately won the war at Watling street. They crushed their enemy and slaughtered them all.”


    “Typical Roman action” She says as she lies back down.


    I quickly drew my blade and dived on her, placing my blade on her neck. “Give me one reason not to kill you.” I say in a cold voice.


    “Wh-what are you doing?” She began to sweat bullets as she faced my blade.


    “I don’t remember telling you who they were. I just told you the names of the province and the general.” I say “Who are you?”


    “What do you mean?” She said slowly, “I thought you mentioned something about Rome.”


    “And how did you know to call them ‘Roman?’” I ask her. “You know something… tell me who you are?”


    “My name is Maddison…” The Daenerys poser says reluctantly.


    “America?”


    “Yeah, you?”


    “I’m also American.”


    “What’s your name?”


    “...My name is Alexander.”


    “Like Alexander the Great.”


    “My father was a history buff and he revered Alexander.” I said. “Where are we?”


    “What do you mean where are we? Surely you know this is the world of Game of Thrones.”


    I looked at her quizzically “Game of Thrones? Is that a movie or something?”


    “Yes, it’s an HBO TV show, an adaptation of George R.R. ‘Song of Ice and Fire’” She says arrogantly.


    “Pretty arrogant for a person with a blade to their neck.” I say as I press the swords against her bare skin.


    She quickly begins to apologize as I pull the blade away from her neck and sheathes it. She begins to explain ‘Game of Thrones’ to me and explains how she guessed that I was an outsider saying there was no mercenary group called the Angelus Legion. She continues to explain Game of Thrones, only regarding the character she’s playing as Daenerys Targaryen. Explaining how she wants to avoid Daenerys fate and claim the crown of the seven kingdoms.


    Hours passed as we converse, sharing our plans and intentions to each other. But if there is one thing that Diplomacy has taught me, you can’t trust anyone. Taking this into account I took everything she said with a grain of salt. She knew much more about this world than me and could easily discard me if she wanted to. Knowing this I maintained my guard against her and made plans to kill her if the situation called for it.


    The next day, I was called to report to Daenerys. I entered through a door that led into a room where a long hall was to a bath where I could see her standing against the balcony. The hall is made of a smooth tan stone, giving off an ancient feel to the room. I walked towards her and called out to her. I asked her as to why she called me and explained that today is the day that we meet Drogo the Khal of the Dothraki. The doors open and I turn around to see Daenerys'' brother, Visnerys. He looked at me and then questioned Daenerys on who I was.


    “This is the guard whom I hired.” She smiled innocently as I bowed my head to him.


    “Well, you can dismiss him” He says arrogantly and smirks.


    “I’d rather not brother.” She smiles.


    “...fine, I’ll allow him to be here. This dress is the dress that you’ll be wearing.” He said rather happily and he handed the white dress to me.


    I take the white dress and see that she takes her clothes off her, leaving her completely nude.


    “You look beautiful Daenerys so don’t worry about him not accepting you.” He says as her brushes hair, moving it behind her back. He then leaves the both of us and exits the room.


    My gaze follows him out the room and then it falls onto a nude Daenerys. “Are you alright?”


    “I’m fine.” She says as she slowly immerses herself into the boiling bath.


    I nod at her and then place her white dress on a small table. I then go back to pick up her robe on the floor, quickly folding it and placing it beside the white dress. I turn back to see her relaxing in the bath. I then go to the balcony and lean over and watch the beautiful ocean as it laps over the rocky shore. The calm vibe that the ocean exuded made me forget where I was. The smell of the salt water filled me and the breeze of the wind blew the wind through my hair. I felt a gaze towards me but that didn’t deter me from enjoying myself in the sun. It truly was a divine moment.