The soldiers were still seeking out any of Cersei's remaining allies. But Rhaenyra paid them no mind, she watched as the Pyre they had built for Missandei burned to ashes. How many others had died on their quest for the Iron Throne?

Viserys...
She had come to hate him, yet part of her still missed him. He had cared about her and Dany once, before the madness took him, and she couldn't help but miss the boy who had carried her on his shoulders, and pretended to be her dragon.

Drogo...
Dany's first love, he had protected her also, and she had been happy amongst the Dothraki for a time. After she got used to their... different ways.

Rhaego...
Her nephew, who died in his mother's womb, killed by a hateful witch.

Irri...
The talkative Dothraki handmaiden, strangled for her loyalty to Daenerys and her.

Ser Barristan...
The loyal old knight, and a true friend. Rhaenyra still missed him dearly.

Ser Jorah...
Despite his initial betrayal, he had proven himself loyal in the end.

Qhono...
Her's and Dany's Bloodrider. Another true friend.

Viserion...
Out of everyone, his death still hurt the most, she had watched him grow up, only for the Night King to kill him in front of her, and her sister. She would often look around when flying Rhaegal, expecting to see him close behind her, only to remember that he was gone.

She shook herself, planning for the day ahead. She and her sister still had lots of work to do. The Lannister guards, those who had survived the burning of the Iron Fleet... Then there was that ridiculously handsome captain of the Golden Company, Harry Strickland.
"Your Grace." Grey Worm's voice pierced her thoughts. She turned, even though the Unsullied commander was talking to her sister. Rhaenyra glanced at the man held between two of the Dothraki. It was Euron Greyjoy.
"We caught this man trying to enter the Throne room."
Rhaenyra looked over at her sister. "This is mine." She said quietly. Daenerys nodded, understanding. Rhaenyra approached Euron.
"I remember you, you shot my dragon." She hissed. Rhaegal snarled at the man, who shrugged.
Rhaenyra turned to Daenerys. "How many ballista's survived Rhaegal and Drogon?"
Dany tilted her head. "Just the one in the Red Keep."
Rhaenyra nodded and turned to the Dothraki. "Bring him." She commanded in the harsh Dothraki tongue. The riders follwed her, dragging Euron Greyjoy between them. The ballista sat in the courtyard, and Rhaenyra ran her finger down it's smooth wood. She smiled. Grey Worm had loaded a bolt for her.
"An impressive weapon." Rhaenyra said coldly. "Very impressive."
The Dothraki stepped away from Euron, who eyed her in a predatory way.
"Who told you where to find the fleet?" She demanded.
"You're not half bad." He told her. "Tell me, do you scream when someone gives you a good fuck?"
"No." Rhaenyra answered, realizing he would never answer her questions.
"I could make you-"
Rhaenyra fired the ballista. The scorpion bolt struck Euron in the chest, flinging him backwards and pinning him to the stone wall of the courtyard.
"I doubt it." She said coolly, despite the fact that he was already dead. She turned to the smiling Dothraki. "Get that out of here." She commanded.
"Yes, Khalakki."
Rhaenyra turned to Grey Worm as the riders removed Euron's corpse.
"I would like to visit the dungeons." She told him. Grey Worm nodded.

Harry looked up as the Guard entered, followed by Rhaenyra Targaryen herself. She was still dressed like a warrior Queen. Her armored corset was black leather, and instead of the riding trousers she had worn last time, she now wore a skirt of blood-red silk. The colors of her house. A bracelet in the shape of dragon claws adorned one wrist, and the other was clad in an armored gauntlet. Her silky white-gold hair was still braided, though some of it hung loose.
He greeted her with a bow. "Princess Rhaenyra."
"Lord Strickland." That gave him a pause, it had been a long time since anyone had called him a lord.
"How may I be of service to the Dragon Princess?" He asked her.
"You can tell me how Euron knew where to find our fleet."
Harry thought for a moment. "He received word."
"From whom?"
"I'm afraid I don't know."
Rhaenyra sighed. "My dragon nearly died in the attack, and my friend was captured, and later killed, if you think of anything, please tell me." She said, and then spun on her heel, stalking out.

"How many people knew our plans?" Rhaenyra seethed. Daenerys watched her younger sister pace. Jon was also eyeing her with a worried expression.
"Rhaenyra..." Dany said quietly.
"I can tell you the people who where in the room." Rhaenyra fumed. "And aside from you, me, Jon, and our men, there was Brienne of Tarth, Arya, and Sansa Stark... I doubt Brienne did it, and it didn't seem like Arya's style."
"It wasn't Sansa." Jon said defensively.
"Who else was there?"
"Anyone. Varys."
"Varys didn't know you were Aegon Targaryen yet." Rhaenyra said quietly.
"Rhaenyra, spies are common." Dany said to her sister. Rhaenyra scowled, but nodded.

Jon paced, worrying about Rhaenyra's suspicions, what if it had been Sansa? Then what would he do?
"You should have listened to my sister." Rhaenyra's voice startled him.
"What?" Jon asked confused.
"When she begged you not to tell Sansa who you were. She told Tyrion 10 minutes later, and he told Varys, who plotted to kill my sister. What were you thinking?" Rhaenyra demanded. Her purple eyes were cold. "Khal Drogo never would have betrayed her like that."
Jon felt as if he was being stabbed all over again. Khal Drogo, Dany's former husband, the Dothraki Warlord.
"Would you rather Drogo was still here?" Jon asked. Rhaenyra shrugged.
"Drogo would have had Dany's back. He once cut a man's throat and ripped his tongue out through the slash because the man disrespected Dany. Would you do that for her?" When Jon didn't answer, she sighed. "No, I didn't think so."
"What are you saying, Rhaenyra?" Jon asked her.
"You don't deserve my sister, maybe you should try to."