Game Of Thrones: Khal Pollo (GOT)

Fifty years have passed since the Last War. In the Seven Kingdoms, the minor wars of the nobles are now ghost stories told by the hearth. Khal Pollo's Iron Order, forged in fire and blood, has brought a long and unbroken peace. Prosperity has spread throughout the land, born not of freedom, but of absolute stability. Fueled by ideas from another world and administered by the pardoned intellect of Tyrion Lannister, innovation flourished. Advanced irrigation systems made the Reach even more fertile, and a simple printing press began to uniformly spread royal decrees from King's Landing to the Wall.

Pollo's khalasar no longer rode horses across the grasslands. They had become the "Royal Bloodriders," a new elite warrior class that was granted land and castles. They intermingled through marriage, creating a new generation of children with the sharp eyes of the Dothraki and the names of Westeros. Their dragonglass-coated arakhs hung on walls alongside longswords, a symbol of the new world they had helped create.

At the center of this world was the family of the Great Khal. His four children, now in their thirties, appeared eternally youthful and radiated an unnatural strength, a legacy of their Valyrian blood and the remnants of their father's super-serum. Pollo and Daenerys's twin sons, Aemon and Rhaegar, had their mother's silver hair but their father's powerful build. Aemon was a calm strategist, while Rhaegar was a fearless dragon-rider. Pollo and Margaery's children, Vance and Lyra, were a different blend; Vance had a Dothraki appearance but his mother's cunning intelligence, while Lyra had the beauty of a Tyrell but the wild spirit of a khaleesi.

Now, in the King's bedchamber in the Red Keep, the Age of the Great Khal was nearing its end.

Pollo lay on his bed, old, frail, but his eyes were still sharp. The wound from the Night King on his left hand had left a scar of cold magic that his serum could never fully heal, slowly draining his life force over the years. Gathered around him was his family: Daenerys, the still graceful Dragon Queen, holding his wrinkled hand. Margaery, the respected Lady of Highgarden, stood respectfully. And his four strong, adult children.

He looked at them one by one. "A kingdom is not maintained by strength," he whispered, his voice raspy, "but by the will to use it." He nodded to Margaery. "You have served the realm well."

Finally, he looked at Daenerys, the love and loyalty that had seen them through half a century radiating between them. "My Queen," he whispered. With his last breath, Khal Pollo, Conqueror of Westeros and Victor of the War for the Dawn, died peacefully.

His funeral was a legend. His body was burned on a gigantic pyre outside the walls of King's Landing, and the first flame was lit by a soft breath from the now ancient and massive Acnologia.

Aemon, Pollo and Daenerys's eldest son, was crowned King Aemon II Targaryen, with his mother as the wise Queen Regent by his side. In accordance with an old pact, Margaery and her two children, Vance and Lyra, returned to Highgarden, not as exiles, but as the powerful rulers of the Reach, a cadet branch of the royal family that forever ensured the loyalty of the West.

From the Iron Throne, King Aemon II Targaryen looked out over his kingdom. Outside the window, Acnologia and Rhaegal flew over the prosperous and peaceful city. Khal Pollo's legacy, a world remade through fire, blood, and an unbreakable will, was secure.