The taking of the City began very well for the mercenaries and the Dornishmen while the elephants of the second group caused more damage than initially thought, but it seems that the Tyrell's kept their word and hadn't marshalled any men to repulse them.
That was a relief, but the battle was not yet won; the Faith Militant would no doubt summon their forces to repulse them.
Meanwhile, the soldiers of the company continued to destroy everything. In his wake, the Dornish were especially blood-hungry, skewering Lions upon their Spears with reckless glee, many bellowing oaths of vengeance as they slew.
"It seems my kin in Dorne were eager to avenge my mothers' demise," Aegon thought.
But his attention diverted when he saw that they were surrounded, but not by Lannister soldiers.
They were the Son's of the warrior those of the faith who had taken it upon themselves to rid the land of evil Aegon knew that his forebear Maegor had hunted them like dogs while Jaehaerys had welcomed them with open arms.
The Sons before him wore swordbelts and cloaks striped in the seven colours of the Faith. They had crystals adorning the pommels of their longswords and the crests of their greathelms and carried stout kite shields displaying the ancient badge of the Swords: a rainbow sword shining brightly upon a field of darkness. Their armour was exquisite silvered plate, and each wore a hair shirt underneath his mail.
Behind them were other men clad in silken white robes that bore a blazing red star upon the breast; these were the poor fellows the left hand of the Faith Militant.
And they all drew their swords against them; they did not seem to support the Lannisters, but the High Sparrow controls the City, and Aegon doubted the fool would allow him to rule.
"Boy, it's time," Connington said, and Aegon nodded, taking out his ring.
He sighed for a moment and put it on again, becoming invisible to everyone.
"What where did he go? Is he dead?" rang the voice of Obara sand.
"No, you merely cannot see him but loom upon our enemies", Was Connington's reply.
Before the astonished eyes of Obara, one by one, all the Knights of the Militant Faith began to fall to the ground weeping in terror others fell upon their swords, and some slashed their throats; the feeling of dread was so great Obara nearly cast herself upon her own spear.
"By the seven hells, what is that horrid ring? It feels as if the stranger has gripped my soul?" A terrified Obara asked, but Connington didn't answer.
"It's our time ... We must attack now," Said the Lord of the Gryphon Nest, paying little mind to Obara's fear.
After that, he and his men massacred the members of the Militant Faith; they continued towards the Red Keep; none could withstand the terror of the fell Ring, and many a soldier skewered themselves on their own blades.
But despite the dread that gripped the city, Aegon knew his victory was assured.
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Margaery was already ready to flee with her terrified cousins; at that moment, they were only carrying some jewellery, dresses, water and supplies.
Margaery felt terrible for abandoning Tommen as the poor boy had no wish to be King, but her thoughts also went to Jon, her sweet Jon whom she drove away for a crown that was never worth the blood split; it was all for nought all she had done was for nothing.
"I'm so sorry, Jon, I threw away our love for nought but misery and death," Margaery thought with tears in her eyes as she road through the mud gate under cover of night.
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After another hour of battle, the city was theirs; the Faith Militant had been extinguished, and there wasn't a Gold Cloak still standing, and some ten thousand people perished in the fires that consumed Flea Bottom.
Seeing the horrible Tyrion couldn't help but smile as he saw this disgusting City and its shit-filled inhabitants finally get what they deserve.
There was a time when Tyrion took pity on them but during his tenure as Hand of the King and tried to help them live better only to find that these annoying and ungrateful insects blamed him for all their problems, especially corruption, by forcing Slynt to take the Black" Remembering that made Tyrion want to vomit.
"You seem to be enjoying this," Said Ser Jorah, who was marching beside him.
"I am this City deserves no less than this; the same could be said for the people," Tyrion said with wild joy to Jorah's surprise.
"I didn't know you despised this place so much; I know you had hard times here, but," Said the Knight of the Bear, quickly slaying a Son of the Warrior who tried to ambush them.
"Do you know what I did in my tenure as Hand of King Mormont?" Tyrion asked, and his companion shook his head.
"To begin with, I brought some mercenaries and some men from the Clans of the Moon because I did not trust the men here and then removed as many rats as I could, starting with Janos Slynt, whom my stupid nephew and his mother the Queen rewarded with the title of Lord and Harrenhal for betraying Ned Stark and slaughtering Roberts children, "Tyrion said remembering that terrible news.
"Then I started directing the resources and making sure that they will get where they should go to the Crown coffers and not the pockets of the Lord Commander of the Gold Cloaks. I sent Pycelle to the dungeons when I interrupted him with a prostitute sixty years younger than him because I found out that he was spying on me for my sister and that he had let Jon Arryn die by poisoning when he could have saved but instead the old fool protected my sister,"Tyrion said, gaining everyone's full attention.
"Your job wasn't easy," Jorah said.
"It was rather ungrateful ... And the worst part was that when I went out to the City, I only listened to their complaints such as bringing savages into the city, for arresting horrible Slynt and punishing poor kindly Pycelle, the damned fools blamed me for all their misfortunes believing I was some Dark Lord who has corrupted the mind of their beloved King Joffrey. They always seek to blame the hand that wipes not the king that shits upon them," Tyrion spat.
"And finally there is my relationship with the nobles during that farce of a trial my beloved Shae humiliated me in front of the entire Court that only mocked me even though I saved from Stannis Baratheon while Joffrey fled like a coward and then I awoke only to learn my father took all the glory for saving a city that not thirty years ago he was damned to the seven hells for sacking. So, I have no love for this City, not for its nobles and commoners, only for my nephew who is not even ten namedays leave him in my charge; he does not deserve to die for something he hasn't chosen, "Tyrion said.
"You know that's up to Prince Aegon to decide, not me, Tyrion," Ser Jorah said, trying to be understanding.
"I know"
"As for your sister?" A Dornishman asked suddenly.
"I will leave your fate in the hands of your Highness, although I will ask you to let me pay her a visit. Ah look, we are all here", Tyrion said, looking again looking up at the Red Keep.
"Yes ... Ser Jorah said."
At that moment, everyone noticed that their companions were approaching them, led by Lord Anders.
"I see everything went perfectly," Tyrion said.
"Even better, the elephants of the Golden Company are even more capable than what is said ... They ran amok and destroyed the Great Sept of Baelor and Flea Bottom, only the Red Keep is standing, the rest of the City is in ruins, many have died or surrendered "Was Lord Yronwood's reply.
"And the new High Septon?" Tyrion asked.
"Dead, it seems to me that they called him the" High Sparrow "once we slew his guards, he began to curse us to the seven hells for destroying the dwelling of the Gods, Balaq grew weary of his preaching and killed him on the spot, no one objected except his followers because of the look they gave us, but they didn't try anything," Lord Anders said with a laugh.
"Well ... Now, sirs, is it just me or don't you think it's getting too cold in this place?" Tyrion said, starting to catch his breath.
"It's winter," Jorah said.
"Yes, but this cold ... It came suddenly," Tyrion said, realising that it was the cold of Prince Aegon's ring and a glance at Ser Jorah gave him to understand that he thought the same.
"The Prince is wearing his ring again we must hurry ,this looting must end now," Tyrion thought.
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Finally, after hours of carnage, King's Landing was almost wholly taken; they only needed to seize the Red Keep; fortunately, the Elephants were formidable battering rams and shattered the Gate with one massed charge.
There were hardly any soldiers in the fortress as most were already dead or captured; many more surrendered as they were weary of fighting for the damned Lannisters.
The soldiers of the Golden Company and the Dornishmen who were scattered throughout the City were concentrating on the Red Keep to prevent escapes and Jon Connington, Ser Barristan Selmy, Rolly (who were all stained with blood) and followed by an invisible Aegon whose Ring magic affected more and more people.
They walked around the place until they reached the Throne Room, and Aegon saw it for the first time with his mouth open:
The Iron Throne is an asymmetric monstrosity of spikes and jagged edges, and twisted metal. The throne was constructed by his ancestor Aegon Targaryen from the melted, twisted, beaten, and broken blades surrendered by his enemies or wrenched from the hands of the dying. According to the songs, it took a thousand blades to make The Iron Throne is located on a high platform in the throne room within the Red Keep. It can be reached by climbing steep iron steps in the Great Hall, and the small council has a table at the base of the throne.
"By the Gods ..." Aegon said in awe of the throne.
However, the Throne wasn't empty; on it sat a beautiful woman with poisonous green eyes and hair that resembled beaten gold, Lord Tyrion's sister.
Beneath her was the monstrous man Aegon had ever seen, he must have been eight feet tall, with legs as thick as trees, a chest worthy of a plough horse, and shoulders that would not disgrace an ox. His armour is steel plate enamelled white, over gilded mail. A great helm hides his face, with seven silken plums in the rainbow colours of the Faith streaming from the crest. A pair of golden seven-pointed stars clasp his white cloak to his shoulders.
That knight gave no sign of having seen them; he looked like a statue more than a warrior.
Next to the silent knight stood an elderly man; he was tall, slightly stooped with lines around his blue eyes. He had grey hair, a slim build, and a fatherly appearance. His torn robe is threadbare and poorly stitched; he was the sorriest Maester Aegon had ever seen, except he had no chain.
"Do you know who I am?" Aegon snarled.
"A false Targaryen who wants the Throne of my son, but that will not happen. I will defend his rights until the end," Said the Lioness trying to hide her fear.
"Your son is a bastard born of incest, I am the son of Rhaegar Targaryen Prince of Dragonstone and Elia Martell of Dorne, the Iron Throne is mine by right, and I have come to recover it, this City has already fallen, the Alliances that your Lord father were ruined by your madness, the armies of the West will not arrive in time House Lannister is finished, surrender now and I will spare your life.
Cersei Lannister just laughed.
"For this, you must slay my champion, Ser Robert bring me his head this foolish Blackfyre will be another stain on the blood-spattered parchment of this Kingdom," Cersei said confidently.
"Not in the presence of his Kingsguard," Ser Barristan said, drawing his sword followed by Rolly and Ser Jorah.
"I see you did not take your dismissal very well, Ser Barristan", Cersei said, surprised to see her former Royal Guard against her.
"Indeed, my Lady, I finally make up for my mistakes now I suggest you take the offer of Prince Aegon and return to your hole in the West," Said the legendary knight.
The Lioness gritted her teeth in defiance and carefully rose from the Throne.
"ENOUGH ... ROBERT... Butcher THEM ALL!" Cersei yelled, her eyes glinting a poisonous green.
With that, Robert drew a great jewelled sword, and with swiftness, none thought possible, he launched himself against Aegon, who had little time to dodge the blow that left a deep gash in the marble floor.
At that moment, Ser Barristan, Rolly, Obara and a dozen men surrounded the giant and began to analyse how to make him fall, but no one wanted to go near the giant as they were all weary from battle, until suddenly the armoured giant went to one knee supported and appeared to be struggling with some unknown spell.
That was when everyone realised that Prince Aegon had disappeared
But then Robert broke free of the spell binding him and began to swing his sword in great arcs trying to cleave them in half Aegon was nearly slain, but then Ser Barristan leapt forward and cut Roberts hand off, but to everyone's astonishment, that monster did not even scream of curse and merely backhanded the old Knight into his companions.
At that moment, the archers led by Balaq arrived, and it took them a glance to understand their situation and then riddled that monster with arrows, but despite that, he stood resolute.
"What is that monster? They all thought in horror.
That was when Aegon felt the ring on his finger begin to burn white-hot, and he saw that Blackfyre was glittering like dragons glass; without thinking, Aegon ran at Robert and thrust his sword through the Knights breastplate for a moment nothing happened, but then several tendrils of shadow burst from Blackfyre and writhed around the Giants body like serpents holding him in place.
At that moment, Aegon removed the ring.
"NOW, YOU HAVE TO DISMEMBER IT NOW!" Yelled Aegon.
Hardly everyone heard that, starting with Obara Sand, who threw her spear with the force that Roberts helm flew off, finally revealing the putrid, nauseating, rotten and pustule-filled face of Gregor Clegane, who just looked at everything around him with indifference.
Despite the surprise, they did not stop their attack; Rolly severed his arm, causing the Greatsword to fall with a clatter. Jon Connington the left and Aegon himself the head from which a foul and grotesque black liquid gushed out.
Just to be safe, Aegon began to use Blackfyre to cut the torso of the zombified Ser Gregor being helped by Rolly and a recovered Ser Barristan and Jon Connington until leaving that monster cut into pieces scattered on the ground.
For a few moments, no one said anything out of surprise until they heard Cersei's screams.
"KILL THEM; THEY'RE WEAK!" Cersei screamed desperately, but her soldiers, after finally seeing the death of The Mountain, threw their swords and stepped aside, leaving the lioness crying with fear and indignation; she was clapped in irons and escorted out of the throne room.
That's when she finally saw him again, her despicable younger brother, who only smiled when he saw his loathsome sister finally defeated.
"You," Cersei muttered hatefully.
"Hello Cersei, time has driven us apart, although I desired to see you, sister," Tyrion said with glee.
"You killed our father, you gave my son's throne to these mercenaries and traitors, I should have killed you damn imp," She said, spitting on the ground.
"You tried to kill me many times, and I think I deserve retribution," Tyrion said, approaching and asking Aegon a plea with his eyes, and he shrugged.
Tyrion no longer said anything and backhanded Cersei so hard it made her spit blood.
"That blow, dear sister, you have no idea how much I was dying to give it to you, and I was beginning to believe that I would not have the opportunity to give it to you enjoy the dungeons, preferably give it one full of rats and that no one has changed the sheets," Tyrion said watching the men carry away his furious and indignant sister who was trying to free herself.
Which now left only the old man.
"Who are you?" Jon Connington asked.
"My name is Qyburn, Master of Whispers and Queen Cersei's Private Maester," The old man said.
"Will you swear allegiance to the Rightful King?" Asked the Lord of the Gryphon Nest, and the old man sighed before nodding.
"I have no wish to die, I served Queen Cersei loyally, and I can serve Prince Aegon," Qyburn said.
"Very good In that case, boy No, my King come closer," Jon Connington said with tears in his eyes, happy to see his silver prince ascend to the Throne.
"We have achieved it," Aegon said, unable to contain his tears of happiness; finally, after so many years hiding and running, they had reclaimed their homeland.
Although his sister is missing.
The reassuring hand of his mentor brought him out of his melancholy, and he could see that Jon made a gesture towards the men of the Company, and they had a crown, a crown for a king.
A tearful Aegon knowing what was about to happen, got to his knees and let Jon place his crown on his head.
"Aegon, son of Rhaegar, I have raised you since you were brought to me so many years ago, and it is a pleasure for me to see you become a great warrior and a cultured man, now I see you recover your birthright, and I could not be more proud. So it is with all the pride and affection in my heart that I now name you Aegon Targaryen the Sixth of your name, King of the Andals, Rhoynar and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Kingdom," Jon Connington, said taking a few steps back while the others screamed with excitement.
Aegon rose to his feet and went to his new Throne, and after carefully climbing the dangerous stairs, he sat down.
"Gods, what an uncomfortable place," Aegon thought with some annoyance, but finally, the monstrous chair was his.
There was still a lot to do; he had to make peace with the Starks, the Tullys, the Arryn, the Tyrells and see what happens with the Iron Islands. The Westerlands and the Storm's Lands had much to do, but he had his loyal advisers, and most importantly, he had his blessed ring; he had conquered Westeros in less than a year and with that power. No one could defeat him; he would give those Houses a chance to voluntarily submit to his authority if not, then they will know the wrath of the Dragon and his ring of Valyria.
Aegon thought without realizing that his skin had turned paler, and his eyes flashed scarlet.