The Birth of the Spartan Empire
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I. The Time Skip
Two years passed in fire and bronze.
The bells of Norvos were not the last to toll. One by one, the Free Cities bent beneath the Crimson Horde. Qohor's blacksmiths swore loyalty, their forges crafting endless steel. Myr's artisans bent knee, their crossbows and ships turned to imperial use. Lys fell screaming, its perfumed palaces reduced to ashes before Daenerys' fire.
Each conquest was different, yet each ended the same: banners of silver and crimson flying above once-proud walls.
And so was born the Spartan Empire of Essos — a realm forged not by compromise, but by conquest.
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II. POV: Daenerys – Queen of Fire and Bronze
She ruled from the Great Palace of Myr, its domes now draped in dragon banners.
Each morning, she held court. Magisters and priests bent the knee, Spartan officers delivered reports, and Dothraki captains knelt before her throne.
No longer did they call her "the little queen." Now they called her Basilissa — empress.
She had learned to wield power not only through fire, but through patience. She issued decrees of law, demanding fairness in trade, outlawing slavery in her domains. Many cursed her in secret, but few dared oppose her openly.
At night, she returned to her chamber, where the dragon eggs glowed faintly near the fire. Their cracks had deepened. She could feel the heat radiating stronger, pulsing with the life within.
"They are waiting," she whispered to Leonidas. "Waiting for the world to be ready."
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III. POV: Leonidas – Warlord of the Empire
Leonidas had forged more than an army. He had forged a machine.
The Spartan Phalanx had grown from three hundred to three thousand, each drilled in unbreakable discipline. Around them, thirty thousand Dothraki riders had been reshaped — no longer wild wolves, but hunting packs guided by Spartan captains.
The Crimson Horde was now a standing army, its ranks paid in coin seized from conquered cities. Soldiers no longer fought for plunder alone, but for banners, for honor, for their queen.
From Lys to Norvos, the sight of bronze shields and crimson cloaks struck terror.
The System pulsed constantly:
> [Empire Achievement: First Unified Domain Established]
Reward: Authority Aura – Leonidas may command obedience from all soldiers within sight.]
Leonidas used it sparingly — but its effect was absolute. None disobeyed the Lion of War.
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IV. POV: Rakharo – The Dothraki Transformed
Rakharo once lived for raids. Now he lived for empire.
The Dothraki still rode fast and fierce, but they no longer scattered after victory. They guarded gates, patrolled roads, collected tribute. They marched in ranks beside Spartans, their chants echoing as one.
No longer were they merely a khalasar. They were the Crimson Legions.
Rakharo watched young riders drill with spear and bow, their braids tight, their discipline growing. He wondered what Drogo would have thought — and decided it did not matter. Drogo was dead.
Now there was only Daenerys.
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V. The Free Cities React
Braavos
The Iron Bank grew nervous. Its gold flowed east and west, but the new empire did not borrow. It took.
"She pays her debts not with coin," a banker muttered, "but with conquest."
Volantis
The Red Priests declared her the flame reborn, Azor Ahai with her Lion of War. Thousands flocked to her banners, preaching her name in firelit streets.
Pentos
Illyrio Mopatis wept in his palace. Once he thought her pawn; now he prayed she would not see him as enemy.
Westeros
Rumors reached King's Landing of a silver-haired queen across the sea with armies, cities, and dragons soon to hatch. Robert laughed, but his council did not. Varys whispered. Littlefinger calculated. Ned Stark frowned deeply.
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VI. POV: Daenerys – The Throne of Myr
In the great hall of Myr, Daenerys sat beside Leonidas on twin thrones — hers of silver, his of bronze.
Before them knelt envoys of Myr, Qohor, and Lys, swearing loyalty to the new empire.
"You are subjects now," she told them. "You will serve faithfully, and you will prosper. You will defy us, and you will burn."
Her words rang with fire, but her face shone with calm. She had grown into her role, no longer doubting, no longer trembling.
And when the crowd chanted her name — Daenerys, Basilissa, Mhysa! — she believed it.
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VII. POV: Leonidas – The March Beyond
In the war council, maps spread across the table.
"Norvos, Myr, and Lys are ours," Leonidas said, his finger tapping the parchment. "Qohor is loyal by fear. But Pentos, Tyrosh, and Volantis remain. If we hold these, we hold the whole of Essos' eastern trade."
Daenerys studied him, then nodded. "We do not stop here. The empire will grow, until even Westeros trembles."
The Spartans roared. The Dothraki howled.
The empire had begun its march west.
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VIII. Closing Scene – The Eggs
That night, Daenerys stood alone before the hearth.
The eggs glowed brighter than ever, the cracks spreading like veins of fire. She touched the black shell, and it thrummed beneath her hand.
Her breath came fast. "They are almost here."
Leonidas entered, spear in hand, his eyes steady.
"When they hatch," he said, "the world will belong to us."
She turned, silver hair gleaming, violet eyes aflame.
"No," she whispered. "The world will belong to fire and bronze."
And beyond the palace walls, the bells of three Free Cities tolled not in rebellion, but in unison.
The Spartan Empire had risen.