Sail to Westeros

Within mere weeks I had united the entirety of the newly renamed Bay of Dragons under my banner, after abolishing the **** trade in all the three major cities as well as their surrounding towns. My army crushed the opposition as well as transforming them into colonies of the new Targaryen Empire. New Ghis, Mantarys and Elyria briefly fought for their independence but were ultimately subjugated.

My paramilitary, the Sons of the Harpy became my loyal dispensers of justice while maintaining the ancient traditions of the former city-states. I also negotiated a pact with the great cities of Volantis and Qarth, who felt threatened by my ambition. However a new trade agreement as well as gold in the right hands won them over to my side and they even offered their own ships to aid in my ultimate goal: The Iron Throne.

I stood on the deck of my flagship, Balerion the Dread, holding the warm hands of my sister-wife, I looked westwards towards the horizon as my dragons flew overhead. Westeros was in turmoil, at the height of the War of the Five Kings. Baratheons fought each other, the Ironborn pillaged the North while the Young Wolf was winning a war he was destined to lose.

As Aegon the Conqueror had done three centuries before, I will teach these petty pretenders the true meaning of greatness. And with fire & blood, I will unite the Seven Kingdoms into one realm for one king to rule alone.