"𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚆𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚣𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚆𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚜?" Nearly two hundred years in the past, one Daeron Targaryean set forth across the western ocean with his followers, fleeing the country he and his people once loved so. The Dance of Dragons, a time of great sorrow and death for all in Westeros, has sent these good people, a Targaryean, and a dragon into the unknown, hoping for better as far away as possible. After crossing a seemingly endless ocean for nearly two months, they find what they were looking for; a land, inhabited by few... 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚜. Harmoniously, my forefathers and foremothers learned the secrets of dragons from Daeron and went on to establish the great nation of Lerios, with Daeron Targaryean as its king. However, upon his death, with a great struggle, my House took over the responsibility of reigning. Forbidden from ever exploring the east, we have remained for centuries, in the same place, safe from the corrosion of the people of the Forbidden East. And yet, a question has always pulled me in direction of the continent that lies beyond the eastern horizon. What lies east of Lerios? ______________ GAME OF THRONES IS NOT MY ORIGINAL WORK! All credits go to George R.R Martin, the Producers and Writers of Game of Thrones. The story of Game of Thrones is not my own. My OCs and the original story of this fan fiction I added to this is my own. Enjoy! This happens between Season 2 and...well, when I end it. I'm not ending it like season 7 and 8 did. I'll make sure that doesn't happen.