They arrived at port in the evening. When the party left 'The Shy Maid', Hugor Hill, the dwarf, left them.
"I thought we were going to Volantis" Jon said and Aegon looked around. Jon was right, it wasn't Volantis. This was a town, much smaller than Volantis and a lot less populated. Still, in some places it could be considered a city. Aegon had been to Volantis once, when he was younger, but he still remembered how huge it was.
"We were. Until Daenerys started to 'liberate' Slaver's bay." Connington replied. "Now let's go. We need to meet up and call a war council" The party quickly left the city and headed around three,
maybe four miles south. The camp was expansive, with the white tents and black and bronze banners of the Valyrian troops at the far side of the camp and The tents of The Golden Company on the other.
They made their way to the Captain-Generals tent: A large gold-cloth tent surrounded by pikes with gilded skulls on them.
"Captain General" Connington greeted. Strickland looked up at them.
"Griff, Your Grace, Bastard prince, Lady Kaspian, nice of you to join us" The man replied with a nod. Jon seemed unoffended by his words.
"Strickland, we need to call a war council first thing on the morrow." Connington told him. Strickland nodded.
"It will be done." He told them.
They left the tent: Jon to train his sword skills, Naeraya to see her father, Connington to speak to Lemore and Aegon, not having anything to do, went to sleep.
The next day, all the commanders of The Golden Company and the Valyrian officers were waiting in the war tent. The Valyrians were dressed in chainmail armor, with shoulder plates, and golden great helms that have two eye slits and semetrical tiny breathing holes. Aegon decided to ask about the Valyrian army later. All the officers had black surcoats with their bronze sigils on them. A black sword belt was fastened around all of them, with swords attached to them. A gold chain signifying a high officer was attached from under the shoulder plate to the sword belt. Three large gold medallions hung from each chain. There were four officers in total and another with a Valyrian steel chain and medallions. His great helm was also Valyrian steel with wings at the sides. The dark grey helmet looked menacing. A large map of Westeros was laid out on the table. "So. Where should we land?" Aegon asked. His brother was the first to speak.
"The North and Crownlands are out of the question. The North is in chaos. Last I heard, the Boltons are fighting the Ironborn and Stannis' men. The northmen loved the Starks, however the Boltons hold hostages at The Twins so getting them to join us would be almost impossible. They have no reason to follow us either as all The Starks are dead or missing." Jon informed them with a sad tone. "The Crownlands still host a massive Tyrell and Lannister army of thousands. If we were to attack, it would be bloodshed. Even if we won, we would only hold the capital and have no army to get the rest of the kingdoms." A hum of approval went through the tent.
"I assume that means The Reach is out as well." Lord Taeron Kaspian was the next speaker. "We could try Casterly Rock.." The lord continued.
"And for that we would need to cross The Reach." One of The Golden Company spoke.
"Not necessarily, we could go by boat." A Valyrian officer argued.
"Then we would have to secure The Iron Fleet." Naeraya said. Aegon tensed when he looked to his brother Jon. Jon's jaw was clenched and his eyes burned with rage.
"The only thing I will do with The Iron Fleet is burn it." Jon spat. The men quieted, oblviously disturbed by Jon's tone. Aegon squeezed his brother's shoulder to comfort him. Aegon would need to figure out what to do with The Greyjoys later.
"What of Dorne or The Vale?" Black Balaq asked.
"We can't land in Dorne. They would take it as an invasion and attack us. They should otherwise join us, as Aegon is half Martell himself and after Prince Oberyn's death Dorne is almost a guarantee."
The Vale has an untouched army and supplies. The Lannisters sent one of their men as a husband to Lysa Arryn. He killed her and now rules the Vale as Lord protector to Robert Arryn. From what I've heard, The Lords Declarant dislike him greatly. If we could send a token force to land and assasinate him, The Vale could join us." Connington informed them.
"Could or will?" Asked Jon.
"We don't know. Whilst they hate the Lannister agent, they also dislike Targaryens. You, my prince, look like Eddard Stark. Many lords still hold respect for him when he was fostered there. You could be what turns them to our side." Connington explained as if it were that easy. Jon nodded. The officers of The Golden Company started argueing amongst themselves on where to land. 'The Stormlands.
I forgot The Stormlands' Aegon smashed his fist into the table and the commanders quieted.
"We forgot The Stormlands." Aegon said. "The lords are either in The Crownlands or with what remains of Stannis Baratheon. There aren't many who can hold the castles. If we can establish a foothold,
lords will turn to our cause." The officers and commanders all agreed, as did Jon, Raya, Connington and Lord Taeron.
"We should land near Cape Wrath, Your Grace." His foster father told him. "From there we can go to Griffin's Roost, Crow's Nest and the Rain House. Then we will control most of Cape Wrath and can continue to take over The Stormlands." "Good. It is settled then. Lord Connington, I hereby name you my Hand of The King. I want to set sail in three days." Aegon announced. 'Now the hard part begins'