Rhaenyra silently did her sister's braids. Daenerys sighed sadly.
"We'll avenge her." Rhaenyra said fiercely.
"She died in Chains." Daenerys said sadly. "Like a slave."
"She died a hero." Rhaenyra insisted, blinking back tears, as she did every time she realized that she would never see her friend again.
"Should I still trust Tyrion?" Daenerys asked suddenly. "After what happened today?"
"He stood up for you, argued with Varys... Be cautious, but give him a chance." Rhaenyra advised her older sister. "Dany... We have to be careful in this attack, we have to try to avoid harming innocents."
"We will be." Daenerys assured her, as Rhaenyra finished the braid. "I have something for you." Rhaenyra curiously followed her sister, to where Jon Snow and Gendry Baratheon were waiting in the main hall. Daenerys nodded to Gendry, who was holding a long wrapped object in his arms. The Lord of Storm's End stepped forward, pulling the fabric off the bundle, to reveal a sword. Rhaenyra inhaled when Gendry removed it from it's sheath, it was the most splendid weapon that she had ever seen. The long black blade glimmered menacingly, as it ran up to a golden hilt in the shape of a dragon, a blood red ruby sat in the middle of the hilt.
"It's beautiful." She breathed, looking up at Gendry. "Truly, it's beautiful." She repeated. "Thank you."
Gendry smiled at her. "You're welcome, Princess."
Rhaenyra turned to her sister. "Thank you, Dany."
And for the first time in days, Daenerys smiled.
Harry Strickland eyed the what was left of the Targaryen army. They weren't much, the Golden Company had certainly faced worse. There was a screech, and the captain of the Golden Company looked up as an armored dragon unleashed a torrent of flame onto the ballistas on the parapets flanking the gates. But it wasn't the Targaryen Queen's dragon. Queen Cersei had clearly said that the dragon was red and black. This one had bronze wings, and the few scales Harry could see were green. This was the dragon that Euron Greyjoy claimed he had killed when he attacked the Targaryen fleet. Meaning that the girl riding the dragon was Daenerys Targaryen's sister, Rhaenyra Targaryen, who was supposed to have died with her dragon. "Warn the Queen!" Someone shouted. Harry looked around, where was the other dragon? The realization came suddenly. 'The Iron Fleet.' Harry turned and rode his horse through the breached gate. The roar of the dragon filled his ears, and he looked up in time to see the dragon's underbelly, clad in silver-grey armor, as it swept overhead. He paid no mind to the soldiers in the streets. 'Rhaenyra isn't trying to destroy the city. She's going for the castle.' He arrived at the Red Keep, and found it unscathed aside from the smoldering hole where the doors had once been. He dismounted his horse and ran inside. A lone figure stood ahead of him. Her armor was black, as was the sword in her hand, the Targaryen sigil decorated the chest piece in red enamel. The helm covered her face, and had metal horns, like those of her dragon, protruding from it. Harry drew his sword... And then Rhaenyra took off her helm. She was strikingly beautiful, with her elaborately braided silver-blond hair, her amethyst eyes, and her stunning face. Harry hesitated. There was a blood-chilling snarl, and her dragon's armored head snaked through the ruined entrance. He glared at Harry with eyes of molten bronze, and flames danced across his bared teeth. But Rhaenyra was looking just behind him. Harry was turning to look when a painful blow to his lower back knocked him sprawling. The Unsullied commander stood over him, but the blow had come from the dragon's tail. "Take him alive." Rhaenyra commanded. "He was not part of Missandei's death." "Yes, Princess." Though she had 10 Unsullied with her, she could not help but wish for Jorah to be by her side. He had always been there, for her and Dany, he would have come with her now, if he had survived the Battle of Winterfell. First Viserion, then Jorah, then Missandei... It hurt to think of them. She thought of Viserion's funeral as she strode through the castle halls. She and Dany, and Jon, and the dragon's had gone back to the waterfall with the dead dragon's body. They had burned him privately there. Maybe she was petty, but she had not wanted the Stark girls there. They didn't like her and Dany anyway. Rhaenyra shook her head, she had to focus on the task at hand. Killing Cersei. Rhaenyra readied herself as she reached the Lannister Queen's chambers. Her troops broke in the door, and came face to face with the Mountain.