Theon
The last place to take was the very place his family failed to seize, the place his brother, Robb failed to even attack before he fell at the Twins.
Casterly Rock.
Daenerys was patient, she has given the commander of the Castle, Damon Lannister fifteen days to surrender. Before that, they sieged the place and killed 1,000 men on the field and 200 on the walls, their army suffered a loss of 1,600 during the fighting.
Today was the fourteenth day, and in three short hours the fifteenth will have come and Daenerys will wait no longer.
"I say set the place ablaze! The Imp still has Lannisport, melt Damon Lannister and his soldiers! Make another Harrenhal!" A Stormlord from the Dornish Marches shouted from the back, Daenerys's Dothraki General agreed, along with a few others.
The Queen sat, looking pensive on whether or not to burn hundreds of soldiers and servants alive, she also shouldn't be worrying about such things. She burned Lord Tarly and Jaime's host, she burned Cersei and her men when they wouldn't surrender, this shouldn't be any different. He sighed as he got to his feet and walked out.
Tyene followed him and forced him to turn to her, she pushed her lips into his and they leaned against a hard surface.
"While they argue about roasting them or not roasting them, an army of dead men march on the Seven Kingdoms." He said when she stopped kissing him, looking at him, worriedly.
"If I know the Mother of Dragons, she will burn down Casterly Rock and soon." He nodded, agreeing to the fact.
There will be blood and fire at the end of the day, and no lion will be singing any songs.
He and Tyene rested that night, it was so quiet with the wind blowing every so often on the flaps of their tent. He only held Tyene close, restless for yet another battle was awaiting them on the morrow.
Thoughts of battle turned to his cousin, his King, Vickon. Then his home came to mind, the Iron Islands.
He wants to see the port, the old stone of the three towers, to walk along the bridge and see the great hall of his family. More than anything, he'd very much like to return home after all these wars are finished, whether he is killed fighting the dead or was blessed with survival by any gods out there.
Chatter roused him from his comfort, he gently laid Tyene to the side and got up to see what is happening.
"What's happening?" He asked a passing Tyrell soldier.
"The Lannister garrison are attacking, one-thousand march on our camp." He ran back inside and nudged Tyene awake, then went to get dressed.
"What's going on?" He didn't need to answer her question, she rose from her bed when he picked up his sword and walked outside of the pavilion and followed a group of Martell soldiers down to the edge of the camp.
A surprise attack is all the Lannister's have left, he saw Lord Damon's cavalry rushing their lines which are held by shields of Unsullied, Martell, Tyrell, and other Houses that have started to march for the Queen of Westeros.
He picked up a shield and readied with the others, but before Damon and his force could clash with theirs, a monstrous roar brought them to a halt.
Turning around, he watched the three dragons take flight and head for the Rock, for a moment he believed that she was going to burn Damon and his flock but she must have different plans, it seems.
As the shield wall and spears struck at Damon's riders, Daenerys set fire to Casterly Rock. As men were thrown from their horses, the Casterly's gates and halls were melted like wood on stone.
He bashed a man to the ground, shoving his sword through the lion's throat and spilling blood. A rider was darting for him, he didn't far before a thrown spear took the man off his horse and on to the hard ground. He turned around and nodded at Tyene with a smile, glad that she has his back in this.
A few minutes into the battle, he encountered Damon Lannister himself.
He prided on his training by Rodrik Cassel, a man he killed. Not a day passes that he doesn't regret executing Rodrik, nor seeing the look of betrayal on Bran and Rickon's faces as he did it. He fueled his emotions of regret into each and every swing, first knocking the shield out of Damon's hand, then disarming the Knight of his own sword and driving his blade into Damon's stomach. "I do this for the North, for Robb, for my mistakes of folly... " He whispered to a dying lion.
Damon's body fell to the ground, and the Siege of Casterly Rock thus comes to an end.
Days later, the Westerlands all formerly swore their allegiances to the House of Targaryen, to the Iron Throne.
A week after that, the Queen announced that combined force will now begin their march to the North, to the Wall where they will do battle against the undead.
The final battle was approaching, and he hopes that his cousin is doing his part in bringing more soldiers to this fight... Because every man and woman has a part to play in the War of the North.
Nay, the War for all Men.
Beyond the Wall
Blue eyes watched the large obstacle standing in his way.
He's been known as many things through the centuries, millennia upon millennia. The Night King. Sorcerer. The First White Walker. The Great Other.
It means little to him, titles ceased to have value when the Children of the Forest created him, the man he was is gone from this world. All that is left is what he will do once it is found, once the weapon he desires comes to his hand and he uses it to bring about the destruction of Men.
One threat remains to give him pause, the one who slew one of his 'creations' at the place called Hardhome. His blade must be embedded with the old magic, and if he has one of such blades, so can others.
It will be found, the man slain and brought to his side as a foot-soldier. He will crush every army that stands against him, destroy those weapons so they don't cause trouble and fill this world with the same fear as he had done thousands of years before.
He is the Doom of the Living. He is the Night King. He is the Great Other who will swallow this world of this life and happiness and leave cold and despair in its wake.