The Encampment
Panic was everywhere, he could see and so was looks of confusion as to why the battle was called off.
Daario, Lord Yronwood, and Lord Garlan chose to keep leading the front in case of retaliation from the Lannister army, said they would hold the enemy back from taking ground while the rest of the leadership search the Kingswood for Daeron.
The thing was, the battle was close, he had a moment of hesitation to keep everyone fighting and so had everyone but the safety of the King was at stake if Wildfyre succeeds in defeating his older brother to get to Daeron.
What puzzled them was why? Why would one of the dragons turn on Daeron, the creatures loved the King fiercely and would scorch the boy's horse for simply approaching too closely.
Sorcery, perhaps? From what they've seen in Qarth, it wouldn't be such a stretch for magic to be able to tame a dragon or worse, turn it against its owner. Jorah's fists clenched tightly, his grace will be saved and won't come to harm, not even from Wildfyre.
Whistling, the newly redeemed member of Daeron's Kingsguard mounted his horse and began trotting towards Barristan who was waiting for him plus a thousand other men.
He didn't get to speak before he heard a call to him, "Ser Jorah! Ser Barristan!" His eyes spotted Sansa Stark running towards them, dragging her gown behind her through the mud, she met them and stopped a moment to catch her breath, "I need you to swear, bring him back, this battle needs its King to finish it." Sansa ordered them with a fierce tone in her voice, one only a Stark of Winterfell could have.
"You have our word, my Lady, our King will be back and astride his dragon," Barristan told the young girl, nodding to him and riding off.
He followed a moment later, praying to the gods that Daeron is alright.
Jorah and Barristan rode hard, the roar of a thousand hooves stomping passed the bridge and into the Kingswood, the destination was chosen where smoke seemed to be coming from and the rustling of trees.
Across towards the Dornish camp, Trystane Martell was also searching the forest with eight-hundred more men to scour the woods for the King.
They would find him, they would save their King from what has happened to their plans of defeating the Lannisters.
The Kingswood
Daeron was thrown from his saddle, landing against a large tree and roughly spraining his left hand.
Fear etched in his violet eyes, he saw Wildfyre watching him closely for the longest moment but he saw no familiarity, no care in knowing him and a desire to eat him whole and finally, his child lunged at him but Daegon jumped ahead and rolled with his brother.
Crawling to his feet, he ran from tree to try and followed by his dragons who fought one another.
Please, stop this, stop this, STOP! His emotions were flaring, his feet eventually stopped and hid behind a tree while his body began to shut down from all the emotions, he closed his eyes and could hear the roars, feel the heat of the fire and how close his dragons were getting.
Daegon knocked Wildfyre back and the green-scaled creature flapped its wings to level itself then landed before breathing flame at its brother and a dozen other trees to kill its father, Daegon roared viciously before leaping at the other dragon then the two took flight.
Westwards, a group of soldiers stumbled on the dragons and rushed to find the King, "King Daeron!" "Your Grace!" Such things were called out, it would prove foolish when Wildfyre scratched on Daegon's face then turned to the foolish rescuers, launching a blast of flame which turned them to ash and bone.
More men began to show, all of them turning their attention from saving the King to killing Wildfyre.
Wildfyre curled back and flapped its wings knocking back dozens of men, it landed back to the ground with its feet clenching down on a man crawling away. Daeron took a deep breath trying to relax his body despite his sprained hand causing him pain, looking from behind the tree, he saw the carnage that Wildfyre was causing then saw an opportunity to run to Daegon who was still recovering.
"Daeron!" Jorah called out to him, he turned and embraced his friend, "We need to get you out of here, it isn't safe." He knew that but he understood that they couldn't just let Wildfyre cause destruction to their efforts.
"I can't let them have Wildfyre, whatever is affecting him was caused by that noise I heard." He said to Jorah and Barristan, they looked to one another for a moment before knowing what had to be done.
Barristan felt terribly sorry for his grace, but, he can't let the King risk his life for doing what needs to be done.
"My King, you cannot do this, you are too important to risk your life for what has to be done." Barristan didn't think before taking Daeron's Blackfyre blade, both the King and Jorah yelled for the knight to stop but Barristan didn't heed their warnings.
If Wildfyre couldn't be stopped... He had to die.
Blackwater Bay
While the fighting on land might have halted, the ship battle over the bay has not ceased.
Asha's ship and Black Balaq's vessel found Euron's flagship, the Silence and steered right into both its sides. The Greyjoy Princess and Golden Company soldiers jumped on deck and began fighting the mutes of Euron's crew, blood spilled to the floor as fiery balls of flame hit the mast.
Euron growled in anger, he had been sure that he was safely away from the fighting after his man died blowing the horn. That girl... She just never quit. The Crows Eye thought as he menacingly cut down a golden shit who tried to take his life, raising his ax left he brought it back down on another twat.
His one eye searched his deck for his niece, spotting nothing but more of his men fighting the enemy ones.
Sensing something behind him, he narrowly escaped beheading by a big Summer Islander wearing a feathery cloak. It's been a while since he ran into a Summer Islander on the seas before, Euron smiled mischievously, this is going to be fun.
Asha cried and kicked a mute off the ship, turning and driving his war-ax into the chest of another. She took his pike and threw it into a man who was going to kill a Golden Company soldier, his body fell limp to the floor and she didn't wait to go kill three others.
Euron dodged and ducked Black Balaq's short sword, catching the taller man's next strike and throwing his short sword away to the ground.
"That fight's over for you, Summer Islander, though you gave it your best." Black Balaq looked at Euron with fierce defiance, then the King of the Iron Islands swung his ax and took the great archers head clean off from his shoulders.
A momentary victory, one that came too close as Asha sliced Euron across his back making the Captain stumble forward, biting through the pain. He turned and glared at his niece, narrowing his one eye while clenching his ax tightly.
"Naughty, my niece, very bad girl!" Euron growled out and lunged at Asha, the fight becoming more and more intense.
King's Landing
Jaime watched the army of Daeron retreat but not completely, they've hidden behind the trenches they made days before the battle had begun.
The Kingslayer questioned why the sudden hesitation, the Targaryen boys forces could easily overwhelm his and Cersei's but then they stopped fighting them. Jaime thought for a moment before settling on one conclusion, the dragons that were fighting earlier.
Daeron Targaryen was on one of them, they stopped to search for their King.
His mind swerved through a few scenarios, they can't sit by and wait for the enemy to regain their strength for another push to take the city. A retaliation assault would be enough to scatter at least half, give his son and sister an escape route to hide.
So long as his nephew lives, there is a chance to win this war. There will still be people to fight for Tommen so long as he remains King, a King made by the High Septon and not some servant of the Seven from Old Town.
"Captain!" He called to his second, Addam Marbrand who walked away from tossing an Unsullied soldier from the walls, "Go to the Red Keep, get my nephew and sister out of the city, and ready 3,000 of our best." He commanded of the man who didn't move a muscle, it annoyed him.
"You want to run, my Lord? The enemy will torch the city and burn people alive, women will be raped and children will die! And you want to run?!" Addam yelled out and it started to cause men to look at them, "You're a damned coward, Jaime Lannister." the man spat at him, yet he still went to do his duty despite the truth.
He knows what this will do to his legacy, that he'll be remembered as the Lion Who Ran but he won't see his son and sister die by dragon fire.
An hour later, he was astride his horse with his men behind him. 400 others were sent to guard his sister and son, Cersei had struggled and swore to stay and fight Daeron Targaryen with everything she had, she had looked him in the eye and he knew.
His sister means to destroy them all, it made him all the more foolish for his love of her.
He bid his son farewell, saying that he'd defend his city to the last and when the smoke clears that he'd send for both him and Cersei. Tommen hugged him tightly, saying goodbye and sorry for everything with the High Sparrow but he told the boy that it was all forgiven.
"Get moving, don't stop until you've reached the Golden Tooth." He told the garrison commander and the remainder of Tommen's Kingsguard.
After they rode out of Old Gate, he sent 700 ahead to clear the way. "Close the gate, everyone, back to your posts and prepare the city for the enemies next attack!" He commanded and saw looks of discontent in the men, in Marbrand and other Lordlings.
A strong glare sent them on their way, he didn't like the feeling that he was getting and the riots finally ending was less of a good thing and more of a bad thing.
Now, he was here, preparing to ride out and charge at the enemy with his best men, his most loyal men.
Taking a deep breath, he threw down his helmet and kicked his horse forward, three-thousand hooves rode behind him and his good hand tightened on his lance.
Jaime forced himself to believe this was the right thing, defeating the Targaryen boy was the right thing and he'll be damned before he sees fire reign over the realm once more.
The Kingswood
Vaeleris eyed over the Kingswood and spotted his brother fighting their father's soldiers, his eyes saw the old knight dodging a blast of flame as he inched closer towards Wildfyre.
A soldier had looked up, wondering why the beast hasn't joined in the fighting. The man didn't have time to wonder before he was killed, torn apart by Wildfyre.
As for the King, Daeron cried out for Barristan to come back as Jorah did, his Lord Commander of the Kingsguard ignored that command and continued charging for Wildfyre. Barristan rolled out of the way of Wildfyre's blast of flame, his eyes noticed that Daegon started to recover and readied to lunge at his brother.
Both dragons collided once more, knocking back soldiers, trees, and horses. Barristan the Bold held fast to it all, alas he was whipped with Daegon's tail and was launch at a tree not far from Daeron who ran to his aid. "Jorah, help me." He told his teacher who helped him get to safety.
Soldiers came at all sides, throwing their spears at Wildfyre's wings, neck, and back. Daegon bit down hard on the green dragon's right wings arm, breaking it off and all but cutting the creature from flight.
Daeron heard Wildfyre cry out and didn't hesitate, didn't think, he ran back and yelled for everyone to back off his child who was much too weak to fight anymore. His steps were soft as he reached the small hill where the wounded dragon was lying and bleeding, his breathing was hoarse and he grunted as he knelt to his son.
Wildfyre looked him in the eyes, there was no rage as he had seen when that horn made him so angry. Now, there was only fear and exhaustion in the dragon's eyes. "I'm so sorry... " Was all Daeron could utter as the tears fell from his face and touch the ground seeped with dragon's blood.
Daegon and Vaeleris crawled over and blocked anyone from coming near him or Wildfyre, not even Jorah was allowed to come close.
"Your suffering, I will help you feel better, I promise." He whispered as he caressed the green creature's scales, his mind turned to Blackfyre which he clenched tightly.
He shouldn't do this. He shouldn't have to do this. Daeron closed his eyes and steeled himself, groaning as he got to his feet and stood over his wounded child. "Forgive me." He stuck the blade through Wildfyre's right eye and struck his brain, the dragon breathed only a moment more before being still.
Jorah watched Daeron come down from the hill and had the coldest of looks on his face, it was the face of a broken man who had just silenced his own child.
"Daeron, the battle needs you, we need you. King's Landing is near to falling to us." Jorah told the King, there was no change in Daeron's expression which worried him. "Daeron- " the knight was cut off by his friend.
"Turn back to King's Landing, we take them all." He wanted to stop Daeron, he wanted to keep his King from acting brashly but he knew he couldn't, not with two large dragons standing by his side.
Jorah feared that he made a grave mistake, letting Daeron mount Daegon and flying away.
The Fields
Jaime Lannister neared the trenches, he would jump to and attack the enemy camp.
Then he heard the winds crack like thunder, then the blast of what seemed like a thousand torches set his men ablaze. The dragons rained havoc on the field and he saw the red one dive and destroy the defenses on the walls of Lion Gate and Mud Gate, burning their trebuchets and scorpions to cinders.
Daeron was done waiting to take what was his, after burning away the charging towards his camp he turned and had Daegon blast the gates right open which led Daario to lead the remaining cavalry and all of their infantry to fight the last of Jaime's army, then right through the gate.
Men who resisted were slaughtered, he neglected the sight of what transpires in taking a city, fires were set on some homes and towers and commanding loyalists to Jaime were put to the sword, or spear, or in a great many cases a shield or horses.
The truth was, Daeron suffered his sister's death, suffered betrayal, and suffered through killing his own dragon.
He was done being reasonable, his enemies would burn if they do not kneel and he will take control of each of the Seven Kingdoms... Including the North and Riverlands.
The city fell within seven hours, the destruction and possible death of Jaime Lannister and Tommen abandoning the capital with the Queen Regent took the fight from the rest of the defenders, they surrendered not long after the walls and the Street of Steel and Silk were captured.
Daeron flew over the Red Keep and landed, right in the courtyard. Many of the smallfolk and Lannister men were terrified but he couldn't care enough, they weren't important right now.
His feet took up the steps and pushed open two sets of doors before reaching the throne room, his eyes scoured the hall as he entered and was slightly amazed by all of it especially when he got to the end of the room to see the legacy of Aegon the Conquerer.
The seat made of a thousand melted blades, the trophies of Aegon's enemies. Daeron's lips curled a little, almost reminiscent of Viserys smile. His brother was always bragging about how the throne was like a staircase, jagged blades sticking out from all sides and had said it was the chair of gods and kings.
It was all a lie, sure, the chair had jagged swords from all sides but it wasn't taller than a wall, wasn't a crooked staircase. It did look terrifying, he'll admit that, at least.
Hearing footsteps, he turned slowly and saw all of his loyalists. Sansa, Jorah, Daario, Barristan, Lord Yronwood, Lord Garlan, all of them. They all watched him, they stood waiting to hear and see what steps he'll take, then, he saw Tyrion and Varys.
Tyrion was upset, his brothers presumed death is unconfirmed but offers little in the way of comfort. Sorry, I cannot sympathize, I am also grieving. Daeron thought as he sighed, then finally sitting down on the Iron Throne.
... The rightful King has come home.