"Attack, Azazel!" Haldor, mounted on his dragon, which could easily be mistaken for an adult, began to freeze the sea that connected to the enemy routes.
Roooaarrr!!!
With a powerful roar, Azazel bathed the calm waters with a fierce, icy fire. Wherever his fire touched, the sea waves froze, and soon, a large part of the ocean near the coast was frozen solid.
Haldor was following his father's instructions, and only then did he understand why they hadn't taken this territory before—it also required a dragon like his, one capable of freezing the world, to gain control over the sea.
Thanks to Haldor's strong alliances with the North, they remained calm, knowing the Starks would not attack. They couldn't be invaded by sea, and now the sky would be protected by cannons, sorcerers, and knights positioned at the ballistae.
When Haldor dismounted from his dragon, it lay down, and soon food was brought, which it quickly devoured before falling asleep.
"Still no response?" Haldor was growing impatient, which only meant one thing—the enemy was preparing an army.
If war broke out, they would have no choice but to fight for territory in the south. No one could allow their right to a new land to be taken when there were vast spaces to be utilized.
Harald looked at his son and said, "Your dreams, which show you glimpses of the possible future, were different for our ancestors. They foresaw that you would prevent the war, keep everyone united, and stop the winter that is approaching the North."
Haldor didn't understand what was happening, so he asked once more, "Do you think they will attack us?"
"Men with dragons are very arrogant. They believe they have the final say and unleash attacks whenever they please without descending from their dragons. Unlike us, who fight on the battlefield, they feel powerful while still being weak."
Harald extended his hand, and soon an ice sword formed. "We are prepared for whatever they attempt. We expect an attack."
This was normal; there were dragons not controlled by the Targaryen and Velaryon families, so they expected an attack from any direction.
"The King will accept our proposal. I believe he will." Haldor didn't think an arrogant fool was on the Iron Throne, at least not according to the words of the Lord of the North.
...
Driftmark, Main Port.
"My brother is talking with his war council, considering a possible meeting with the invaders from the far north. I wonder if his common sense is lost with the idea that the invaders come in peace." Daemon met with the Sea Snake to prepare an attack with his fleet.
Corlys looked at Daemon and remained silent. In front of him were hundreds of warships that had been quickly prepared to respond to the mysterious invaders' threat.
"They have dragons. We've seen two large dragons, and one equals the largest dragons we have now. If we attack, we'll be consumed by the enemy's traps."
"They only have two, as far as I understand. If we attack with adult dragons, there will be no need to waste time on unnecessary and stupid negotiations. We must not risk the King that way, and you know it."
"They bear the Rhoynar banners. They must have developed dragon-killing weapons all this time." At that moment, Rhaenys entered the war council, dressed in battle armor.
Daemon looked at the princess and said, "There have been dragon-killing weapons since ancient times, but they have never worked more than once. They won't have time to attack us before we fill them with fire."
"They also have mages in their ranks. Those mages control water and can attack us from the land. This battle is not similar to any other we've been in; the enemy has experience facing us." Rhaenys was no fool in identifying a powerful enemy.
"How can we be so sure they are really the Rhoynar and not savages who, by chance, have dragons?" Daemon quickly questioned the princess's words.
Corlys, who had been silent, intervened and said, "Sending the King to that meeting is a far worse madness. We can fly over their settlements and test their defenses before retreating."
"Well said. How many dragons will we take?" Daemon was considering how to attack two large dragons.
"We have my son's dragon, mine, and my wife's. With yours, that makes four dragons... My daughter just claimed Vhagar as her dragon. That dragon is the largest in the entire realm," said Corlys, seriously considering a dragon battle.
Rhaenys, hearing this, said, "Our children are too inexperienced. They wouldn't control their dragons if they entered a war zone."
"Then the three of us will be enough to test the enemy. I'll be waiting." Daemon didn't want to stay in that room any longer, seeing how the couple was about to argue at any moment.
When Daemon left, Rhaenys looked at Corlys and asked, "Do you really want to send your children to a battle with no victory statistics?"
"I wouldn't send my children; I'm just considering the possibility if they attack us." Corlys was under a lot of pressure and hadn't thought things through.
"We'll only scout, not attack."
...
A few minutes later, three adult dragons soared through the skies and soon reached the coast of the territory taken by the Rhoynar.
But the surprising thing was that there were no dragons in sight, and even more surprising, part of the sea along the coast was frozen.
"They made sure to block our fleet." Daemon was about to fly closer when he suddenly saw numerous projectiles flying in his direction.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The armored bears, who were in command of the defense, used their cannons to attack the dragons as soon as they were spotted.
"Let's get out of here. We need to retreat."
Roarrr!!!
At that moment, several projectiles hit the dragons, who suffered severe injuries from the impacts.
"Let's get out of here."