In the year 305 AC, the landscapes of Westeros and Essos had transformed beyond recognition, their histories rewritten by the hands of two extraordinary rulers: King Aemon Targaryen, Third of His Name, in Westeros, and King Domonic Augustus in Essos. The world had entered an age of prosperity, marked by unprecedented changes in climate, governance, and society. The seasons, once erratic and punishing, now shifted predictably every six months—spring to summer, autumn to winter—a phenomenon the smallfolk of Westeros attributed to Aemon's divine blessing. They whispered that the gods favored their dragon king, whose reign had ushered in an era of peace and abundance. In Essos, Domonic's empire, centered in Uruk, had reshaped the Free Cities into a unified dominion, where slavery was eradicated, and innovation thrived. This is the tale of their achievements, the bonds that tied their realms, and the legacy they forged.
King's Landing, once a festering sore of filth and chaos, stood as a beacon of renewal. Aemon, with Domonic's earthbending prowess, had restructured the city in 299 AC, a project completed in a mere three days. The rancid stench that had plagued the capital was gone, replaced by the scent of blooming gardens and fresh sea air. Narrow, muddy streets were widened into cobblestone boulevards, lined with markets and guildhalls. The slums of Flea Bottom were rebuilt into sturdy homes for the smallfolk, with aqueducts—designed by Domonic's Ted Mosby architectural genius—bringing clean water from the Blackwater Rush. A new dragonpit, carved into a hillside, housed Rhaegal. The Red Keep, refurbished yet unpretentious, reflected Aemon's vision: a throne for justice, not opulence.
The smallfolk sang Aemon's praises, believing his sorcery had tamed the seasons. Maesters were skeptical of that. Whatever the cause, crops flourished, winters were mild, and trade boomed. The Red keep hosted festivals where lords from all over the realm mingled, their old grudges softened by prosperity.
Aemon's court was a tapestry of unity, woven through strategic marriages. Aemon himself had wed Myrcella Lannister, now Queen Myrcella, a union that healed wounds with the Westerlands. Myrcella, gentle yet shrewd, complemented Aemon's resolve, her golden hair a symbol of Lannister redemption. Their son, Rhaegar, born in 302 AC, was a lively toddler with his father's grey eyes and mother's charm, already doted on by the court.
Robb Stark, Lord of Winterfell, married Alys Karstark, their bond strengthening the North. Their daughter, Lyanna, was a fierce child, often seen trailing her father with a wooden sword. Sansa Stark, radiant and diplomatic, wed Dickon Tarly, Lord Paramount of the Second Reach Kingdom, her grace tempering his martial rigor. Their union produced a son, Eddard, named for Sansa's father. Arya Stark, ever the wild spirit, married Trystane Martell, Prince of Dorne, their love a fiery dance of equals. Their twins, Cedric and Nessa, inherited Arya's mischief and Trystane's charm.
Bran Stark wed Shireen Baratheon, Lady of Storm's End, whose greyscale was cured by Domonic's healing magic. Bran ruled alongside Shireen, whose quiet strength won hearts. Their betrothal, cemented in 301 AC, promised a future heir to unite the North and Stormlands. Rickon Stark, still young and untamed, remained unmarried, roaming Winterfell with Shaggydog, his direwolf, and learning the ways of war.
Tommen Lannister, legitimized and heir to Casterly Rock, married Desmera Redwyne, their union tying the Westerlands to the Arbor's wealth. Margaery Tyrell, ever adaptable, wed Marlon Ashford, the new Lord Paramount of the Other Reach Kingdom, her charisma ensuring House Ashford's rise. Arianne Martell, Princess of Dorne, married Aeron Sand, Domonic's loyal ally, their fiery love a cornerstone of Dornish loyalty to Aemon's crown.
The Vale, under Lord Paramount Harold Arryn, thrived as a bastion of honor. The Iron Islands, cowed by Aemon's coastal defenses, remained quiet, Balon Greyjoy's ambitions curbed. The Night's Watch, bolstered by Stannis Baratheon's service, guarded a peaceful Wall, wildlings disbanded under Mance Rayder's oath to Domonic as the Night King's threat is no more.
#### Essos: The Empire of Uruk
Across the Narrow Sea, Essos had become a single, vibrant empire under Domonic Augustus, Daenerys Targaryen, and Missandei Augustus. Uruk, once Volantis's rival, was now the heart of a dominion spanning the Free Cities, Slaver's Bay, and beyond. Domonic's consolidation, begun in 299 AC, was complete by 305 AC, marked by radical changes that mirrored Westeros's transformation.
Slavery, the scourge of Essos, was eradicated. Domonic's earthbending demolished slave markets, replacing them with schools and hospitals. Daenerys's Mera Mera no Mi burned the chains of the enslaved, inspiring loyalty. Missandei's Mori Mori no Mi turned barren lands into lush fields, her Tsunade healing saved countless lives. The Unsullied, freed and retrained, became Uruk's elite guard, their loyalty absolute.
The Free Cities—Braavos, Pentos, Norvos, Qohor, Lorath, Myr, Tyrosh, Lys—were unified under Uruk's banner. Domonic's leadership, drawn from Erwin Smith, forged a council of elected magistrates, replacing magisters and princes. Braavos's Iron Bank, once a rival, now funded Uruk's projects, its Faceless Men neutralized by Domonic's Haki and Grindelwald magic. The Dothraki, tamed by Daenerys's fire, served as cavalry, their khalasars patrolling trade routes.
Uruk itself was a marvel. Domonic's earthbending raised marble spires and aqueducts, while his Ted Mosby architecture created amphitheaters and libraries. Missandei's forests lined the city, their vines purifying the air. Daenerys's dragon pit housed Morgul, Tyraxes, and new hatchlings, their roars a symbol of Uruk's might. Markets brimmed with goods from Qarth to Asshai, facilitated by Domonic's portkey network, which linked cities instantly.
Education was mandatory, with academies teaching Valyrian, Common Tongue, and sciences.
Domonic's family grew, anchoring his empire. Daenerys gave birth to Julius in 302 AC, a boy with her violet eyes and Domonic's fire. Missandei bore twins, Alexander and Hazel, in 304 AC, their laughter filling Egalmah's halls. The children, raised in a palace of magic and freedom, symbolized Essos's hope.
Domonic's reforms were relentless. He outlawed blood magic. The Guild of Alchemists, inspired by Westeros, produced medicines, not wildfire. Ports welcomed ships from Yi Ti, their trade taxed lightly to fund schools. The World Travel Gate, unused but studied, promised future journeys, its potential guarded by Daenerys's dragons.
In Uruk's council chamber, Domonic, Daenerys, and Missandei often spoke via Two-Way Mirror with Aemon, their alliance unshakable.
One evening, as Domonic reviewed Essos's grain yields, Daenerys entered, Julius tugging her hand. "Aemon's sent a raven," she said, her voice warm. "He's invited us to King's Landing for Rhaegar's nameday."
Missandei, with Alexander and Hazel playing nearby, smiled. "We should go. Ember (which is now Charizard) is eager to see Rhaegal."
Domonic grinned, his Jack Sparrow compass spinning. "Portkey or dragons? Let's make an entrance."
Their laughter echoed, a testament to their shared vision. Westeros and Essos, once torn by war, now stood as twin pillars of progress, united by Aemon's justice and Domonic's might. The seasons turned, the people thrived, and the world, for the first time in centuries, knew peace.