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Chapter 3

The ships looked like flies on water from up there. Daenerys closed her eyes a moment to enjoy the cool wind on her face and then turned her gaze below her. The night was moonless but calm and the sky was clear, except for the odd cloud that Daenerys was using to hide her presence, and lighted up with thousands of stars. It was peaceful but the prickle of awareness flowing under her skin warned her that this was just the calm before the storm.

They seemed to appear out of nowhere, a thousand ships bearing the golden kraken with the red eye of Euron Greyjoy. Her own fleet was outnumbered since half of it was right now sailing to Casterly Rock. Euron's fleet surrounded hers like tentacles on a prey but Daenerys wasn't afraid. Euron thought he was the one laying the trap but, in truth, he had just fallen into hers.

Daenerys held on to Drogon's back a little tighter and then, they descended, Drogon and her and then Viserion and Rhaegal following along, in vertical lines, fast and invisible until it was too late.

They were on the ships in an instant. Euron's men had no time to react before at least five ships were in flames. Daenerys smiled in satisfaction but it wasn't over.

She searched for the Silence, Euron's ship, and there, attacking the ship that Daenerys knew contained Yara.

She was on it in an instant. "Dracarys!" She said to Drogon sweetly, without shouting, without fear, only fire in her veins.

Euron didn't even have the time to scream before he was incinerated. The rest of the crew in the ship met the same fate and then, of the Silence, remained nothing but rabble.

It didn't take long for the rest of the Ironborns to surrender and bend the knee to Yara, recognizing her as their Queen.

And now, they had almost 1500 ships headed towards Blackwater's Bay. The city would be surrounded completely and Cersei would have nowhere to run.

She wondered what Cersei was thinking, looking at King's Landing from one of the balconies of the Red Keep. Did she think Daenerys was laying siege to the city? Did she think Daenerys would use her dragons to rain fire and blood on it? Was she afraid? Confident that she would win like always? Sipping her wine and contemplating how this would end? And what about the Kingslayer? Where was he? Inside the castle as well or already in Casterly Rock or perhaps attacking Highgarden already like what had happened in her dreams?

It didn't matter at the moment, of course. She had thought about every possibility and she was confident in her plans. Daenerys' belief in herself had never failed her. It was when she started to rely too much on other people that she started to crumble and lose everything she held dear. But no more. She was Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen, blood of the dragon and she would take the city this very night.

Like she had told Tyrion, if they managed to take the Red Keep and capture Cersei, the game would be won. Her plan was simple. Mad as well, but simple.

She didn't think anyone had ever tried what she was about to do and probably for good reason but nobody had actually birthed dragons like she had done. Her dragons were her children and children listened to their mother.

"Are you sure about this?" Daario Naharis asked, reaching her side. "Not that I've never thought about what it would be like to ride a dragon…present company notwithstanding, of course." He smirked at her in the usual cocky, suggestive way that he did.

"You won't be riding a dragon. You will simply be a passenger on Viserion's back. You and your men won't be able to control him or Rhaegal. All you'll have to do would be to hold on to their backs and let them bring you on top of the Red Keep. I will be on Drogon and the rest of your men will be with me, fifteen at the most on every dragon, and I will be the one to give the directions to my children."

Daario nodded. "Still think this plan is nuts but, at least, If I die, I can say I died because I was on the back of a dragon."

Daenerys laughed at him. "Just try not to vomit, Daario Naharis. And hold on as tight as you can. Viserion and Rhaegal will do the rest."

Drogon landed on top of the Red Keep, Viserion and Rhaegal close behind and soon, all men were leaving the dragons' back, holding on to ropes with hooks tied to whatever piece of metal or stone was closer to keep their balance on the various towers they were standing on. Some looked a little green, others had looks on elation on their faces but most just looked scared and unbalanced.

Still, they were sellswords and it didn't take long for them to regain their bearings. Forty men to take a castle like the Red Keep. She hoped it would be enough.

She watched them enter from every opening available: balconies, open windows. They were silent, quick and agile and Daenerys knew she had made the right choice when she had chosen the Second Sons for this task.

She observed for a few long seconds, until they had all disappeared inside and then she flew with Drogon towards the King's Gate. The Reach and Dornish army were camped outside, just waiting for her signal.

Daenerys flew over the walls and with a simple Dracarys, the gate was destroyed and part of the walls with it. The army didn't lose any time in making their way inside.

She had made sure to order them to target only the soldiers in the city. No civilians, especially women and children, will be touched or there will be severe consequences for them. She knew they would listen, not because of any particular loyalty to her but because they were terrified of her dragons. It didn't matter anyway, not as long as innocent lives would be spared.

The sun was just making its appearance over the horizon when the bells rang. Daenerys closed her eyes and breathed deeply, calming herself down. It was different now. It wasn't like in her dreams. Missandei was alive, her dragons were all alive, Jorah was still alive and probably still at the Citadel, getting cured for greyscale. And the city was hers.

She opened her eyes with a deep breath. She was calm. She was okay. And the city was still standing.

She flew with Drogon in front of the Red Keep's steps. The soldiers outside the castle immediately bowed to her.

"You Grace." They all said reverently. Daenerys felt nothing. She just kept walking.

Inside the throne room, she found Daario with a grin on his face, his arms opened wide, as it to offer her the Throne just a few steps away from her.

Daenerys looked at it. Such an ugly thing. All that blood shed, all those lives lost and all for this ugly, menacing chair.

Daenerys turned away from it and asked Daario, "Cersei?"

Daario grinned at her. "In chains. We're just waiting for your order."

"The Kingslayer?"

"Tied up as well. They were holding each other when we captured them. So sweet." Daario mocked them.

"Good. They will face justice together as well."

"The little man won't be too happy about that. He still loves his brother."

Daenerys knew that but she had given Jaime a chance already in her dream and he had betrayed her. There would be no second chance for him. He will be punished for his crimes, just like his beloved twin. And there will be no Tyrion to free him this time.

Let's see what Tyrion will do after that. Let's see if he will still be loyal to her. If not, Daenerys will find another person to become Warden of the West and Lord of Casterly Rock.

"Tyrion will accept my decision or he won't. It doesn't matter either way." Daenerys said with finality. "I'm sure he knows what will happen if he betrays me."

Daario smirked again. "Fire and Blood."