[Dragonstone]
It was dawn, the first rays of sunlight breaking over the horizon, and the castle began to stir as everyone roused from sleep. Suddenly, the bells began to toll, their harsh clangs reverberating through the air, announcing the impending attack. The people of Dragonstone rushed to armor themselves, preparing for the worst.
Queen Alicent hastened toward the painted table, her maids and children following close behind. Soon, Laena joined them.
Alicent, her face etched with concern, stopped Ryun to demand an explanation.
As they reached the painted table, Ryun entered, his face grim.
"Numerous ships are approaching Dragonstone," he reported, his tone heavy with foreboding.
Alicent's and Laena's expressions faltered, the weight of the situation pressing down on them. Surely, the navy of Dragonstone had prepared for such a threat, didn't they?
"Your grace," Ryun answered, "The King has called most of the Royal Navy to support the invasion of Dorne. Ravens are already being sent to King's Landing." His voice was a whisper of despair.
Alicent shuddered. "I will ride Sheepstealer and hold them off," Laena declared, breaking the silence.
"No, Princess!" a maid cried out, her voice sharp with urgency.
Laena's eyes flashed, but Alicent spoke with authority. "She's right. It's too dangerous for you to fly in your condition." Alicent could not bear the thought of losing Laena, not while under her protection.
"Have you checked on Jacerys?" Laena asked, her voice softer, worried.
"I've sent maids to fetch him," Alicent replied, trying to calm her nerves.
At that moment, the door to the hall swung open, and Daenerys and Aelyx entered.
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[Aelyx's POV]
The past few days had been a torment. Stripped of my sight by those who sought power and manipulated events, my life had been torn apart by their schemes. This war—this madness—was never meant to happen.
Though I found solace in Daenerys' embrace, something inside me began to change. I began to dream—of fire. Disturbing, fiery dreams.
And yet, there was no Maegor to guide me.
The bells rang again, louder this time. The attack had begun. Daenerys and I rushed from our chambers.
Our men were already assembling, the Rhoenar and remaining troops at Dragonstone preparing for battle. We rushed to the painted table.
Fear and despair were palpable in the room. Alicent's face was taut with anxiety, while Laena, though shaken, remained strong. I turned to Ryun.
"How many ships?" I asked, my voice sharp with urgency.
"We estimate about 120 to 140 ships, with around 15,000 to 20,000 men," Ryun answered, his voice heavy with dread.
"And how many do we have?"
"Only six ships and around 2,800 to 3,000 men at most," Ryun replied.
Alicent interjected, her voice trembling. "We should flee, head to King's Landing. Urge Viserys to send reinforcements."
Daenerys, her anger flaring, responded swiftly. "Firstly, we would have to pass Rook's Rest, controlled by House Staunton. They are our enemies. If we try to escape, we'll be captured or killed. Laena, Aelyx, and I might survive with our dragons, but you and your children would not. Secondly, this is the ancestral seat of House Targaryen. To surrender it to our enemies is to disgrace our family and our dragons."
Aelyx nodded gravely.
"Ryun, close the gates of Dragonstone," I commanded, my voice low but firm. "Let all the villagers in, but keep them in the outer sections of the castle. Station 40 to 50 guards to protect the entrance to Dragon's Mouth. Set archers above Wind Wyrm Tower, with orders to target any approaching ships. Send 500 to 700 men to the Prowling Dragons and reinforce the Dragon Mount. And get the eggs to the Stone Hall—now!"
Laena looked at me, concern etching her features. "What about you?"
"I am the King's eldest son," I said, my voice resolute. "It is my duty to protect Dragonstone." I turned and stormed out of the room, Daenerys following close behind.
Alicent, her face pale, dug her nails into her palms, the weight of the moment pressing down on her.
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[King's Landing]
Ser Erryk stormed into the Small Council chambers, breathless.
"What happened?" Viserys demanded, irritation coloring his tone. He was flanked by the heavily pregnant Rhaenyra and Lord Corlys, with Lyonel providing reports on the war.
"Your Grace, the Triarchy has allied with the Braavosi. Dragonstone is under siege."
"What?!" Rhaenyra gasped, her eyes wide with fear. "Father, we need to send someone to bring Jacerys—and the rest—to safety!"
Viserys and Corlys glared at her, recognizing the subtlety of her comment—it wasn't about her family's safety, but her son's.
"Out, Rhaenyra!" Viserys barked, his voice thunderous. "Send a raven to Daemon at once, and get word to Dragonstone."
Rhaenyra stormed out of the room, her face flushed with displeasure.
"Your Grace," Corlys said, determination in his voice, "I'll set sail for Driftmark, gather my fleet, and relieve Dragonstone."
"No, Lord Corlys," Lyonel interjected. "We don't know if Blackwater Bay is even safe anymore."
Viserys sank back into his chair, his eyes clouded with the fear of losing his home—and his children. The weight of his ancestors' legacy seemed to bear down on him.
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[Daemon Targaryen]
Daemon was marching toward Rook's Rest, the conquest of Maidenpool fresh in his mind. His forces were in high spirits, the knights of the Vale having taken the remaining territories of House Mooton. They were now on their way to join the Crownlands army at Rook's Rest.
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[Dragonstone]
{Daenerys' POV}
I saw them. Over 120 ships, each one brimming with Dornish crossbows, weapons designed to bring down dragons from the sky.
I wasn't afraid. Excitement surged through me—it would be my first battle since my rebirth. But Aelyx… I could sense the turmoil within him. His eyes were closed, a storm of emotions swirling beneath his calm exterior.
The enemy ships were drawing closer by the second. And then, a roar—Vhagar's roar. Aelyx rushed into the room, his expression determined.
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[Aelyx's POV]
The enemy was at the gates. It was time to fight. Was this what it meant to kill? In my past life, I had been a model citizen—a peaceful soul, blind, never touching the sword. But now...
"If you do not kill them, they will destroy everything you hold dear—your home, your family, your life," a voice echoed in my mind. "Burn them all. KILL THE BOY AND LET THE MAN BE BORN."
All fear and panic drained from my heart, replaced by a single, singular thought: FIRE AND BLOOD.
I rushed to my armor, the weight of destiny pressing down on me. Vhagar, sensing my resolve, roared a challenge to the approaching enemy.
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[Rocallio Ryndoon's POV]
I saw Dragonstone before me. Majestic, imposing, but soon to be mine. The Royal Navy was focused on Dorne; once I took this fortress, riches and dragons would be mine.
But then—a deafening roar shattered the air. A colossal green dragon rose into the sky from the castle. There had been no mention of such a beast.
"Load the crossbows," I commanded, my voice tight with shock.
I had heard the rumors—that Vhagar had been tamed by a blind boy. Perhaps the child was running, trying to save his life. But no matter. Dragonstone would fall today.
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[Aelyx's POV]
Clad in red and black armor, I mounted the largest dragon to ever soar the skies—Vhagar.
"Vezhvenar Targaryen, Vhagar!" I called, feeling the weight of history upon me. Let them know Targaryen wrath—Vhagar!
With a thunderous roar, Vhagar soared toward the enemy.
"Dracarys!" I bellowed.
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[Alicent's POV]
I was terrified. What would become of me and my children? If Aelyx, Daenerys, and Laena escaped, would I be left at the mercy of these invaders?
Suddenly, I heard it—the roar of a dragon. Aegon and Aera ran to the courtyard, and I followed, my heart pounding. Laena joined us as well.
I saw Vhagar in the sky, immense and terrifying. But then I saw him—Aelyx, no more than eleven name-days old, clad in black and red armor, riding that colossal beast.
My heart stopped. He was just a child—blind, fragile. This was madness.
The crossbows of the Triarchy unleashed a hail of bolts.
"Those arrows will never pierce Vhagar's skin," Laena said with certainty.
Indeed, not a single arrow found its mark. Vhagar dodged them effortlessly, incinerating ship after ship with her fiery breath. The air was filled with the screams of men burning alive, their desperate cries drowned by the roar of the flames.
I watched as men leapt into the sea to escape the inferno, only to be consumed by the flames licking the water's surface.
It was then that I remembered—Targaryens burned cities, armies, and nations to solidify their rule.
"Kick their asses, brother!" Aegon shouted.
"Yeah, destroy them!" Aera cheered, her voice childish and innocent, but filled with excitement.
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[Aelyx's POV]
I continued to burn their ships. The screams of the men below barely registered in my mind. It felt as though I had been doing this for centuries. And then—something clicked. I felt Vhagar's emotions merge with mine.
I could see. The world, the ships burning below, the sea turning red.
If anyone had looked closely, they would have seen that my eyes had transformed—pupils as green as Vhagar's has appeared, a connection so deep that it seemed I was no longer separate from the dragon.
But Vhagar was slow to turn, her massive body taking time to change direction. The Triarchy's forces were seizing this opportunity to strike.
"Angos! Vhagar!" I cried, urging her to turn faster.
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[Rocallio Ryndoon's POV]
Madness. It was all madness. The Targaryens are demons.
We fired our crossbows, but not a single bolt hit that monstrous dragon. The ships burned, their hulls turning to ash.
And then—something even worse happened. I saw a small figure atop that dragon, his eyes locking onto mine.
Those weren't human eyes. That was no child.
That was the demon of Targaryen blood. The Mad Prince.
I saw my chance. Vhagar was taking considerable time to turn, and this would be my opportunity to strike.
"Launch the catapults!" I ordered, my voice filled with a growing sense of dread. The crew hesitated for a moment, but at my command, the catapults hurled their heavy projectiles at Dragonstone's walls. The rocks hit the castle with a dull thud, but the walls did not crumble—not even a crack.
Then, a roar—louder, fiercer, more terrifying than anything I had heard before.
A dragon's roar. Another dragon.
My heart sank as I realized what was happening. Another beast had emerged from within the castle—black as night..... Yet smaller than vhagar
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[Daenerys' POV]
I had hoped Aelyx would allow me to help, but he had insisted that I stay at Wind Wyrm Tower. It was safer, he argued. Yet, my heart longed to be at his side. I could feel the intensity of the moment as the battle raged outside.
From my vantage point, I watched as Vhagar soared through the sky, unrelenting in her assault on the enemy ships. Her fiery breath scorched the sea, and I couldn't help but smile at the carnage.
But then, the enemy responded.
Huge rocks, hurled from the remaining ships, flew toward Dragonstone, though they caused no damage to the castle itself.
I looked up, and my blood ran cold.
A massive black dragon—Cannibal—had emerged to challenge Vhagar. The beast flew toward her, the two dragons now on a collision course.
Vhagar, slow to turn, would have to engage this new threat, and the chances of her being struck were high if the enemy made their move at the right moment.
I couldn't allow it.
I rushed toward Vaxylis. I had to protect my aely....