I thumbed the amulet around my neck while listening to Tycho Nestoris drone on and on about how stupid my newest idea was. I decided to cycle through the animals I had connection with, including Huan who had decided that he liked Dany more than me... something about belly scratches that I did not bother to decipher from dog thoughts. It enabled me to keep an eye on her at least and no one really dared to cross a large dog in sugar rush.

While the combination of Nightwood and Weirwood blocked souls from passing, it was still not a perfect method. A few drops of blood, first tested with the blood of a rat that I was skinchanging into and than mine own showed that the `protection` granted by the amulet was less complete and more limited to select few. I was able to pass through the ungraded amulet, as my own blood provided me with a one sided passage through the `spiritual` shield.

"I have predicted that the Winter would come around this time... have I not, Tycho?" I asked the banker who had the inexplicit urge to shut up.

"You have," stated Tycho with a nod.

"And if I say sell all the wood, because this winter will last around a year... what would a sane person do, Tycho?" I asked once more. I enjoyed bullying bankers... they were so easy to lead around when they thought you Magic was without reproach.

"So we sell the wood." nodded Tycho, and I could almost see the glimmer of golden coins in his eyes. "That does not explain why we need to buy more wood"

I paused, before sighing. I sent a glare at Ser Richard.

"The Night's Watch sits next to the largest source of lumber in Westeros" I explained "Lumber that Braavos can use to expand their fleet."

"And we need the fleet because Iron Islands will rebel," repeated Tycho, not sounding like he was believing it.

Granted, the entire plan of supplying Night's Watch with coin in exchange for wood was something I came up with at the insistence of Ser Richard. Apparently, the knight still thought that we should do something and would not stop pestering me until I came up with this harebrained scheme.

On paper, it had come from the fact that Jon Snow had borrowed from the Iron Bank in the books. I was going through some thought experiments on how such a debt could be paid when I recalled that the Haunted Forest was overgrown and Braavos always looked for more lumber.

Honestly, my main purpose was to get in touch with Maester Aemon and give him a forewarning. The trick was to write in High Valyrian and hope that Aemon's Assistants did not know High Valyrian Glyphs... because I was sure that they were either spies or up to no good.

Politically, I did not have much power, but my more useless knowledge, like when winter will come and how long it will last, along with the Ironborn Rebellion made for solid points to leverage the fact that I was a reliable source of information. That was the only way I could get the Lord Commander of the Night's Watch to listen to my warning about White Walkers and have them start carrying dragonglass weapons when ranging North of the Wall.

Selling information that no one could acquire without Magic granted me a Soft Power that I could use in the future. Giving up on knowledge that I had no use for in exchange for a few favors was worth it and it also fucked with the naval power balance in the Narrow Sea, which was a good thing because remaining Free Cities were slavers and fuck Westeros.

Tycho did not seem enthused with being forced to go to the Wall to arrange for the deal... but he would do his job and make us both richer.

"I am also going to need an invitation to the Ball for the Uncloaking this year." I said, mentioning the ball that Sealord arranged every year. I had missed the last year, having been working on not dying at the time. It was meant to be a time to approach other people of import and network and I desperately needed to get more people to my side.

"Who are you?" I asked the woman who was sitting in the living room, with Ser Willem on his chair, while Lanna was chatting with said woman.

"I am Yna," said the woman, turning to look at me with her single eye, the other one covered by an eye patch. "I have seen you in my visions, Viserys Targaryen."

"She is a friend of mama," explained Lanna, with a smile on her face, happy at seeing someone familiar.

"You are from the Happy Port?" asked Ser Richard, gaining a glare from me.

"Nessa, take Dany and Lanna to the other room... I believe that we will need some privacy."

"Yes, milord" bowed Nessa, before doing as she was ordered, while I carefully took out my new wand, ready for any fight... only to get confused with what came next.

"I have seen you for months, a wyrm without wings, golden and white and wreathed in shadows, and before the wyrm a hooded man, holding a staff with one eye with the fire of the sun in his one eye," said Yna, pointing at me with her bony fingers.

So the woman could see things... which made sense, the missing eye sort of indicated some connection to magic, as was the case for Bloodraven, Euron Greyjoy and even the likes of Aemond One Eye.

While unexpected, the seer was not that hard to decipher... at least for me.

The gold and white wyrm was no doubt a representation of Viserion, the dragon to whom I was fated to be bound to. I was all but certain that the death that paid for the cream and gold dragon was Viserys', the day he... I would be crowned with molten gold.

The shadows made sense mostly because it was what I was wearing most of the time... but I was also slowly using shadows to get stronger, using the Bloodl-Candles.

The last depiction was... weird but I could interpret the idea behind it. A hooded man probably alluded to my connection to Faceless Men and Death, while the staff was a good representation of the wand I held.

Then there was the last part, the fire of the sun was a funny way of describing me mostly because it made sense in a way if you understood High Valyrian. In High Valyrian, the sun was `Vizenka` while I knew that fire was `Perzys`. If you took into consideration that Dragon Fire was `Dracarys`, then the closes thing to Sun Fire in High Valyrian would be `Vizerys`, or if one applied the Westerosi dialect to soften it, `Viserys`. Which brought my mind to the political boot-licking that the Greens must have been doing by naming Aegon the Usurper's dragon after the king at the time, given Sunfyre may have literally been referred to as Viserys... or it was all a coincidence and I was slowly losing my mind in boredom without any modern entertainment or enough books.

"You vanished from my sight a fortnight ago," said Yna, sounding bewildered. "I thought something bad had happened to the girl and sought her out."

I suppressed a smirk. While I knew that the amulet would work as intended, getting independent confirmation always made me glad.

"Not the mother?" I asked, curious. The situation with Lanna was one that I had no idea how to handle. Sure, the girl stayed with us and I had offered her my protection but I knew where her mother was and worst of all, I knew that Lanna would have eventually wound up working in the same place. That suggested that the owner of the brothel may have some interest in recovering the girl.

"The mother is dead," said Yna, with finality, "The man who took the girl also killed her... shadows ripped her like nothing I have seen before. It... it was why no one else did anything else and the next morning, it was as though all of them forgot Tysha ever lived there."

"You contacted the Faceless Men," I guessed, not reacting to the confirmation that Lanna's mother was Tysha. Yna only nodded at my guess "The one who took her is dead... burned himself with wildfire. I am providing her with protection and I have no intention of letting her be forced into your line of work."

"The gift is strong in me," said Yna with a nervous look "Strong enough that I can tell the fortune of a man with a drop of their blood. After the girl was taken, I drank a bit of blood I kept of those close to me. I saw you for the first time then and felt what the girl felt upon meeting you. I know the girl will be safe, and I only sought her through visions after you became unseen to my sights. If there is anything I can do for you..." she said, leaning forward.

"While I appreciate the offer, Lady, I am two and ten" I deadpanned. While the idea of sex was something I had considered, my body was not really there yet and I did not like the idea of laying with a whore out of fear that I might catch something. "I would however appreciate the trick to telling someone's fortune... if you would be willing to share your experiences with me."

What followed was a three-hour discussion on blood magic and its use in divination along with a promise to keep the woman up to date on Lanna in exchange for news brought from the ships. It would let me keep a closer eye on the events around the world, as I was sure my foreknowledge would start to butterfly away soon.

"Heads" I called out before the wooden coin landed on Heads. I have been practicing divination using a rather complex method based on what I learned. The one-eyed Maegi, Yna was rather open about how her gift worked, especially after I proved to her that I understood what she was going. I recalled that there was another in Westerlands who gave a prophecy to Cersei, so I knew that you did not need to lose an eye to see the future, which was good because I was not giving up an eye unless it was for phenomenal cosmic power... or the equivalent.

An off-handed comment from Ser Willem about how it may come in handy to invest in ships undertaking voyages and here we were, spending the ride back to Braavos from the Ranch with Ser Richard flipping a coin and me predicting the outcome before he flicked. The ship idea was nice, and I was not sure if I could get the second round of investment with the Night's Watch back in time. So, here I was preparing to foretell the future of ships, so I could make more money... not so much that it would allow me to match Tywin or the Iron Throne, but enough to make me a major player.

Me being... well me... I spent a week trying to figure out how that trick would be possible and I had a solid theory that we took to stress testing.

The idea was that blood acted as a bridge for the soul. As the soul spent time in the body, any part of the body naturally acted as a vessel for the soul to bind to. The blood was simply a way for the souls to connect and I already had my wand for that.

Normally, using the trick on wood required a form of Greensight and my Greensight was not something I knew how to properly develop apart from brute force practice. That being said, practice made perfect and I had been doing this daily for the last three months now. It required a drop of blood from me to the wood but I could get a glimpse at the future of a piece of wood.

"That was the hundredth time, your grace, in a row," called Ser Richard, causing me to sigh and rub my forehead. If I got an aneurysm from this, I was going to curse someone, right after I figure out how to actually cast a curse.

It took a while but I was finally getting some consistent results with Divination and Greensight at the cost of some headaches. Now, to see if I could scale it to the wood that make the ships and gamble on it with some real money.

"Bullshit... you cannot tell the future," said someone as our horses came to a stop before a roadblock. The two men who were standing on the road looked like they were living in the wild... which was not far from the truth from what I could gather. The one who spoke had a scar over his nose and a mean look, while the one next to him held a rather bent-ooking metal mace that had seen some use.

"He did say you would be waiting for us" countered Ser Richard with a smirk, putting on his helmet and lowering the spear that he was carrying. The other man took a step back showing fear. Batman was right, criminals were a superstitious lot.

I turned my head around, eyeing the other two that were standing behind us... though they felt more afraid than wanted to harm us. Did we ride here on purpose to get the attention of these brigands... we did. I had gotten enough botched images from the wooden coin, along with other visions through Pyromancy that I knew we would be set upon by brigands, so Ser Richard and I had set off earlier to get the prophecized event over with... to make sure Dany was not in any danger as we got rid of these... pests.

"Is this the part where you rob us?" I asked innocently, my slasher smile breaking the illusion, while my wand was already in my hand, a new enchantment preventing people from noticing the wand as anything important, making them ignore the glow at the tip of it when I pushed my soul through the Magical Focus.

"I am thinking you saw us coming," said the man holding a rapier. "Then you will be fine with giving us your gold and horses?"

"Depends," I said, getting a confused look from the man "How attached are you to your head?"

"I will not ask nicely again," said the man, flourishing the blade. I noticed that he was holding the blade with competence. Before he could lounge, my wand was out and a crescent of flame slashed through the air before the head of the man rolled onto the floor.

By the time I was done with the one who seemed to be in charge, Ser Richard had already gone through the other one in the front. The ones behind us took one look at the result and dropped their weapons and got on their knees... probably figuring out that running would not work.

"Mercy?" asked the man, before I sent two spells that caused the remaining two men get suspended in the air with a muttering of `Levicorpus`. It was one of the newer spells I was working on, and the newest update to my Wand seemed to improve the quality of my spells. I was still not sure how it worked, but I could almost see the shimmer of a rope lifting the two men by their legs "We meant no harm to you... we only wanted to feed our family."

I made eye contact with the two, confirming that they did say the truth. Ser Richard was still standing next to me, on the horse, ready to cut both down.

"What is your name?" asked Ser Richard, getting a nod from me.

"Wat" said the one on the left.

"Wat" said the one on the right.

"Both of you are named Wat?" asked Ser Richard, causing me to snort.

"Don't tell me you two are brothers," I said in amusement.

"We are not brothers... I swear," said one of the men, now panicking.

"It is winter... I needed coin to feed me mum, Wat needed to feed his sister. Met those two at a tavern last night and they roped us into this, honest."

"They are lying." said Ser Richard "They sound Westerosi... maybe spies."

"We are... from Gulltown, both of us," said the Wat on the right.

"If they are lying, they are better at lying than Faceless Men." I countered, "What are you lot doing here of all places?"

"Ran from Gulltown before the siege," said the Wat on the left. "Heard horror stories of what Lord Arryn did there."

I raised an eyebrow. The only event where Jon Arryn would have done something to Gulltown was during Robert's Rebellion. I was not sure what happened but I knew that Gulltown was Targaryen Loyalist and the first major siege was the Siege of Gulltown where Jon Arryn had attacked the port city. I was not sure of the details but it did not sound like the results were good for the smallfolk. That being said, these two sounded like they were either spies or a-cosmic joke upon me. Holding the coin in my hand "Do you two know what this means?"

"Aye... that be those two-faced priests' coin." said the Wat on the Right causing me to sigh.

"Those two-faced priests are known as the Faceless Men," I explained with a sigh "Please tell me you know what that is."

"That means we do not want to fuck with you... milord" said the smarter one.

"Well, at least you are quick," I said, an idea forming in my head. I looked at Ser Richard with a raised eyebrow.

"You have got to be fucking kidding me." groaned Ser Richard, protesting. "This is a horrible idea... they are brigands."

"Starvation makes men do desperate things, same as the need to feed their family" I countered, as I was familiar with the concept, having risked my own soul for magic. Their minds were simple enough that I could check if they lied. "You two are looking for coin to feed your family, is that correct?"

"Aye," the two echoed, the truth.

"Have you hurt anyone before?" I asked, as that may lead to trouble.

"Nay." the two echoed, the truth.

"Beg your pardon, milord, who are you?" asked the Wat on the right.

"You stand before Prince Viserys Targaryen," announced Ser Richard.

"Me mum always said I was born under a lucky star." said the Wat on the Right with a grin on his face.

"Fuck... please don't burn us your grace." begged the Wat on the Left, cursing his luck.

I in turn cursed the memory of Aerys.

"Do you two wish to work for me?" I asked with a smile "In turn, your families get a warm home and food, along with coin throughout Winter."

The two looked at each other with the exact opposite looks. Ser Richard decided to take a swing from his wineskin... probably tired of Targaryen bullshit.

I did need some more Man-At-Arms, but I was not going to complain about them. I dropped the two down to the ground, and they stumbled onto their knees.

"Beg your pardon, your grace, but I swear I thought one of your eyes was white a moment ago," said the Wat on the Right.

"What?" I asked in response, confused.

AN:

This chapter is for those who wanted more plotting for future gains.

I should stop reading Dr Seus. The puns were too much and the reference to Dunk and Egg was unavoidable.

after all being stupid stinking rich opens a lot of doors and allows for a great deal more options in the future

First of, thank you for the suggestion about predicting sea voyages as an investment source. He had been considering using Divination to munchkin investments, the problem was that he did not know how to do it.

The problem is, Greensight is a tricky thing and even the process of Bran getting it is sort of questionable with the theories of how Coldhands may have passed off bodies of some of the Deserters from Night's Watch as pork and the infamous Jojenpaste Theory. I am not saying that Bran specifically ate other people to get Greensight but it may be a long and drawn-out ritualistic process, closer to Shamanism than anything else.

Wizerys has been experimenting with enough different approaches and has enough partial knowledge that something sticks and allows him access to the way Tree's perceive time. The problem however is that he does not have Weirwood's with faces to train so the results he gets are iffy. The logic he goes with is that since ships are made of wood, they can therefore be used for divination. He is willing to make a bet for now, though he is still wary of Divination as a sane-ish person.

The idea that most Targaryens have some sort of divination ability is canon, and it is interesting that Viserys in the books claim that there are assassins after them but none seem to have managed to catch up until they are in the middle of the Dothraki Sea and Viserys did not have any control over Dany anymore. Even if Robert essentially admitted that he did not send Assassins after the Targaryen Children due to Jon Arryn's influence, that does not really mean Tywin or others did not send assassins or some opportunist did not try their chance. Viserys may have had an excellent divination based danger sense that kept him one step ahead of those who would kill them. This sort of fits with his rather hysterical state in Vaes Dothrak as he may have felt that his time was running out... like a caged animal... or he may have just been delusional, idk.

One Eyed Odin symbolism was always there, because pouring your soul out means there is no one in the windows... so to speak.