Tyrion
The battle has been won, the Tyrell lands are secure and his sister's campaign is over.
He walked with Daenerys to see the leftovers of his brother's army, a mere 2,038 men and Lord Tarly and his son. Sadly when he approached them, he saw Jaime and Bronn amongst them.
Images of the crumbling formations his brother held haunted him, not that it was successful but how fast it fell to Dornish and Dothraki horse. How dragon fire demolished the Tarly and Lannister army and turned many to ash, afterward the last survivors fell to their knees and threw down their arms.
Now his Queen will decide the fate of the rest, and other than Theon the rest of the generals demanded the heads of the commanding men.
"My Queen." He called and glanced back to them, "Perhaps leniency is best used in this situation, Ser Jaime and Lord Tarly and his son are valuable and will further bring an end to this war, alive and prisoners." He carefully said as to not get the dragons fury onto him, Daenerys face remained cold as she looked at the four men standing at the head of the other 2,038 men.
"You know me, I am Daenerys Stormborn of the House Targaryen. Mother of Dragons. Breaker of Chains. Rightful Queen of the Seven Kingdoms and your true sovereign." Daenerys began and stepped forth, "I didn't come here to burn your cities of castles, I came for what Robert took from my father, King Aerys the Second of his Name." She added and earned glares. He sent a plea to both Bronn and Jaime, for them to accept any terms his Queen offers. "I aim to be a good Queen, so I will offer you a choice: Bend the knee to me and fight for your true Queen, or suffer the penalty of treason, which is death." He paled and his breathing became a little heavy.
"Our Queen is Cersei: Wife to Robert of the House Baratheon and First of his Name. You are a foreigner Queen who has never seen a grain of Westerosi soil before now." Randyll Tarly spoke his piece, "I am loyal to my Queen, and that is not you." Randyll added and got back down to his knees.
"Lord Tarly. Your allegiance is to House Tyrell, not House Lannister and yet you betrayed your liege, it seems House Tarly's loyalties can be bent to a better way." He tried to convince Lord Tarly of a different way if only to save his brother and friend.
"You? You killed your own father. And aided in bringing savages to your own country, I have nothing to say to you." Randyll spat at him and he cursed the man for his ignorance, then turned to his Queen, "Your Grace, Lord Tarly was the only man to defeat Robert on the field, he will be invaluable to the Wall." Again he tried to convince his Queen to stay her hand, but they've won a great victory today, it should stay her hand and rage.
"You cannot send me to the Wall, you are not my liege." He thanked the gods that he is a learned man.
"You can, any kingdom conquered is subjective to the wills of the conqueror. My Queen, if they won't bend the knee then they can all be sent to the Wall as exiles." He offered his counsel and it would be Olenna who would object.
"Say what you will, but Lord Tarly is my Houses banner-men and I will see him punished a traitors death." Olenna then glared at Tarly who glared right back, they both hated one another and that was clear.
"Enough!" Daenerys said to both he and Olenna, then cleared her throat, "Lord Randyll Tarly, Lord of Horn-Hill. You deny going to the Wall and bending the knee, so the option is death." She said and nodded for Grey Worm to take Lord Tarly away, Dickon shot to his feet suddenly. "Not you! put him in irons." He gave his Queen a look and she smiled, "I didn't come to destroy whole families, I came to rule."
Bronn slowly got to his feet, frightened because during the battle he shot a spike into Drogon's arm. Daenerys and he looked at Bronn.
"I bend the knee, I'll serve ya if you'll have me." He croaked out and gave him a shrug, "Sorry about hurting the beast, I apologize." Daenerys nodded and a Dornish warrior unshackled the man and let him go.
Lastly was Jaime, his brother did not say a word and Daenerys wanted him dead. His brother had gotten close to killing her in the battle, Drogon almost lit the fool on fire for the attempt and now seemed resigned to his fate... But he won't have that.
"Ser Jaime Lannister. Kingslayer. For the murder of King Aerys, I sentence you- " He grabbed Daenerys and made her turn to him, "What are you doing? Hmm." She asked and he got on his knees.
"Please spare my brother, please my Queen!" He begged, she was shocked that he would ask such a thing, but it is expected of him.
"He killed my father- " She tried to argue but he won't let it go, he has to save at least one of his family.
"Because Aerys would have killed everyone!" He shouted loudly for the first time in a long time, "When the city was surrounded, the King put caches of wildfire in every hole, every home, and tunnel. He would have burned close to a million innocent people to death with his enemies and all for his crown and pride, my brother broke his vow to save them all because he held true to the knight's vow: protect the innocent and defend the weak." He finished and was out of breath, everyone around them was shocked and surprised that Jaime took on such a selfless act.
A moment of silence and a stare down between him and Daenerys took place before she turned back to Jaime who was stunned by him.
"Ser Jaime of the House Lannister. I: Daenerys of the House Targaryen and First of my Name sentence you to the Wall, to live out the rest of your days for the selfless act of choosing the people over your King and sovereign."
He thanked her in his mind, it doesn't matter if Jaime hates him for the rest of their days. He saved his brother and that's all he cares about.
Vickon
He could see the fleet.
His father's ship was the largest, right in the middle.
"Captain! What's the order?" He heard Zolar say from below, he glanced back to the enemy in front.
Then the bloodthirsty appeared across his lips as he gave the command, the masts of all the ships he brought with him. The cries of thousands of Ironborn men, desiring vengeance, desiring blood and most of all, desiring battles and the fires of glory either in victory or death.
"Ironborn! Friends and comrades!" He cried out, his ax in his hands and a hand on the wheel.
"Today my father's life comes to an end! And all of the men under his command!" He added, "They will show us no mercy! We will show them no quarter!" He cried out and saw the enemy ships coming closer and closer, "End them! End them and send them to the Drowned God!" He was done talking, right now he only sees red and the blood that will cover his ax and sword.
The last moments before impacting the enemy was slow, time slowing down to a still motion.
Then it started.
The crashing of his long-ships and galleys colliding against his father's ships, the cracking of wood and ocean water splashing onto every deck and hitting him in the face. Further back the fire-ships shot balls of flame at the frontline enemy vessels and he enjoyed the cries.
The Vengeance turned, crashed into the middle of a ship and sank it with the cries of other men. His crew let out a cry of triumph, in the thick of the naval battle he found himself right beside the Silence, he dug his grave and by life or death, he will kill his father and drag him to the watery depths with him.
He looked and saw him, his father once more.
"Father!" He screamed. Euron turned to him, eyeing him with his one eye.
"Son, you have finally decided to end this! That is good. I ended Asha last night, look!" His father gestured and when he looked up, he was horrified to see his cousins naked and lifeless body hung on the mast. He gritted his teeth, glaring at the man who did all of this and will enjoy carving that last eye out.
"It was a day like this when you cast me out! It is as if the Drowned God is righting that night!" He shouted as a set of boarding planks was, his father gripped his battle-ax tightly and both men marched to one of the planks. "It's time to end this!" He ended and his father nodded.
"Aye! That it is!"
Both enemy crews went for the others throats, jumping from ship to ship, loosing arrows at one another. A bloodbath ensued, and he and his father are in the thick of it. He parried blows from one enemy, catching his sword with his ax and shoved his own sword through the man's skull, kicking the body away and gutting another man but couldn't linger before driving his ax into another one's shoulder.
His father was busy as well, carving through his men one after the other. He tried to fight his way towards him, but before he could the ship they were on shook like the Kraken itself smashed against them, he smirked widely as the Iron Victory docked on the opposite side of the Silence and dozens of men boarded the ship and began attacking Euron's men.
"Brother!" Victarion cut a swath towards Euron until both men were face to face. "This is for Balon and our brothers you had killed! Prepare to be judged by the Drowned God!" And so brother fought brother, clashing with their axes and he would join him but his father's men made that difficult. He cut down three more men before getting to them, a circle was made where both grown men and rivals fought.
He didn't wait to be allowed in the fighting, he dived in between and gave his father a vicious glare before commencing the battle.
"Oh? The boy becomes a man!" His father spat at him, before pushing back and he gave himself some room and Victarion came beside him.
"Yes and that man will cut you down!" His uncle spoke for him, shortly before pushing him aside, "Yet not before me!" He cursed his uncle and wanted to get back in the thick of it but he would be confused for an enemy and be cut down in the attempt, so in the meantime, he began cutting down more and more men.
He would glance back and forth, back and forth to his uncle and fathers fight in search of finding an opening to jump in. The fifth time is when his heart seemed to have stopped, his eyes going wide as he watched the battle between brothers came to an end, and it wasn't good.
Victarion lost his battle-ax, his father had cut the mans hands off. The agonizing scream and his father's laughter echoing across the fighting and burning ships that took hundreds down with them, his face contorted in rage and fought his way towards Victarion to save him but his father's men stopped him. He parried the blows and cut off the fools head, turning back to his father and uncle to look on in horror.
His father stood atop his uncle's body, Victarion's head held on one of the Crows Eyes hands. Euron's one eye landed on him, and then a smirk crawled across his lips and threw his brothers head onto a pile of the dead.
"I plan on adding three more, the bitch above. You, the boy who should have died, and the cock-less coward." He was told and his blood had boiled to its peak and he couldn't control his rage, he couldn't let his father murder another brother or niece or even his granddaughter, his poor child who he left at his castle.
So he let it go, all the rage he had saved for the man standing before him.
His attacks came like thunder, his held back rage taking over and driving his ax. Despite the sounds of battle, he tuned them out and worried for only his father and to see him dead before his feet. He blocked one blow and gave another, struck twice with his sword only to evade his fathers next two swings. They parted ways a bit, to catch their breaths and went in circles and took careful steps over the dead.
"All the rage, I see I have done good in casting you out! It made you a man, a man I can be proud of." The nicest things his father had said to him, but it changes nothing and he cannot speak a word other than a few and uncaring words.
"By the next few moments... I will have your head." He threatened and would make it come true.
No more words need to be said, only a cold stare... Then it began once more.
He went first, striking with his ax and was deflected by his fathers larger weapon. Euron struck next and nearly cut his hand off and gave him a scratch across his cheek, would have been his face if he was a moment closer. He gripped his ax and sword, took a deep breath and came at Euron once more with flurry attack, swinging his weapons back and forth to match or destroy any defense his father shot at him.
"Ahhh!... " He threw his ax down hard, his father rose his battle-ax up and his weapon connected and shattered through the wood. Euron was surprised and tried to compose himself yet he didn't let it happen. First came the lower half, knocked that out of the way and wrapped the upper half with his ax and whipped it out of his father's right hand. Euron was unarmed now and under his thumb, he struck with a vicious ferocity that could be compared to the Drowned Gods fury and he did it without remorse.
He tackled his father to the ground and with both hands on his ax, he discarded and rose it above him. His father wasn't terrified or afraid, no he was proud and that proud look on his face enraged him and he smashed the ax onto Euron's head, his face was bloodied after this.
Again, and his face was marred and broken.
Once more, and the sounds of mashed skull and blood was heard.
The struggling didn't fade, didn't subside until his father's face was a mess. The head wasn't there anymore, and the battle around him had ended on the Silence, Vengeance and Iron Victory. His father's men were dead, every last member of the crew was slain and thrown overboard to the Drowned God. Yet all he stared at was the mashed form where his fathers head used to be, and he wasn't glad or happy as he wanted to be. No, he was empty inside now, the rage and the anger he held for his father was gone and all that remained was emptiness.
"Captain!" He turned and saw Zolar, his bronze skin was bloodied and face worn from battle. "The enemy ships are taken or sunk, the battle is ours." He was told and he nodded to his first mate, finally standing up from his father's body.
"Zolar, you are now promoted to captain of the Vengeance." He commended and turned to two others, "Cut my cousin down from down there, she deserves some respect and will be dressed, throw this man overboard to be fed to the krakens or sharks below." He uttered and went to the upper deck, gently grasping the wheel of the Silence. Zolar came from behind him and gave him a look, "What?" He asked.
"Orders, King Vickon." He looked up and saw the night clouds passing, allowing the moon to shine down on them.
"All hands to their stations! We make for King's Landing!"
"Aye!"