Now It Ends
Jon Targaryen
Outside King's Landing….
Jon sighed as he began strapping on his armour it was painted grey and black with one of the shoulders decorated with a Wolf's head and the other with a dragon's head,.The breastplate is made from many layers of squared metal sheets. It covered everything from the neck down and ending at his groin. his upper legs are covered by a pointed, half covering cuisses. The lower legs are protected by greaves which have several metal rings attached to the outer sides, He also places on a simple black circlet as a crown
Jon turned to his brother, his armor was lighter but far more ornate The shoulders were decorated with three large, dragon claw-like spikes on each side, curved towards the back,the breastplate was painted black and mimicked the scales of a dragon with the three-headed dragon sigil of their house placed in the centre, the fingers of his gauntlets were shaped like claws, he wore a circlet that looked like a dragon biting its own tail.
Daegar noticed Jon staring at him and stretched out his arms "How do I look?" he asks.
Jon smirks as he strapped his new valyrian steel dagger to his belt and place Blackfyre in its sheath "Like a king"
Daegar nods "So do you"
Before the brothers can say anything more someone else enters the tent, they turned to see their mother Lyanna standing before with an amused smile on her face "Since the moment you could walk you two have spent your lives trying to outdo each other" she says "From riding to hunting to jousting to fighting, and now it appears you are trying to prove who has the better armor"
"I want to stand out," Jon says solemnly "I want the red viper to know the sons of Rhaegar are coming for him"
"As do I," Daegar says and Jon can't help but look surprised the two brothers had never agreed on anything.
Lyanna's smile disappears "I fear that he is counting on it" she says before revealing a letter, Jon had all but forgotten about the letter Illyria had brought with her and now the sight of it suddenly made him uneasy.
"What is it?" Jon asks nervously but Lyanna only hands it to him, Jon sighs and unfolds it, Daegar steps closer to his brother so he can read it himself.
Queen Lyanna Stark of Winterfell,
Twenty years ago you and your husband Rhaegar Targaryen committed an unforgivable crime, you ran off with a married man and caused a war that doomed thousands including my sister Ellia Martell and her two children your husband further insulted my sister when he took you for his wife and left her in the clutches of Aerys Targaryen, the mad king.
Rhaegar has paid for his crimes with his blood, you, however, have escaped justice for far too long and that ends today, when your sons take the city you three will come to the Red keep alone, there you will finally answer for you crimes, if you do not accept or I see anyone else I will kill your brother and nephew.
Oberyn Martell, Prince of Dorne
Jon finished reading and furiously crushed the letter before banging his fist on a wooden table "Well?" Lyanna asks "what are we going to do?"
"I don't think we have a choice," Jon says.
Daegar scoffs "I disagree," he says.
Jon storms furiously towards him "They are your family just as much as they are mine"
Daegar sneers "Are they?" he says "I've never even met Robb Stark, and our uncle never said more than seven words to me, he was too focused on you I suppose"
Jon sighs "If we storm the Red Keep, Oberyn could kill them and easily slip away and we might never get another chance to avenge our father, but if we do what he wants then at least we might have a chance.
Daegar hesitates and crosses his arms before sighing "Fine" he grumbles.
Jon frowns but Lyanna smiles happily and places each of her hands on the brother's cheeks, she hugs her sons tightly and they hug her back but make sure not to touch each other in the process "My strong brave boys" Lyanna says with Joy "I could never have asked for anything else in life"
When she leaves Jon turns to his brother "Daegar listen to me" he says "Whatever the outcome of today is and whatever you feel about me, if I die I need you to promise me that you will take care of our mother and keep her safe.
Daegar stares at Jon for a moment before nodding "And if I die I want you to find our sister and my child"
"Wait, what?" Jon asks shock and confusion overtaking him.
Daegar takes a deep breath before continuing "I don't know where Naerys is" he says "But if she's alive she would have given birth to our child and need to know that they are safe"
Jon shakes his head in disappointment "So the rumors were true"
Daegar grabs Jon roughly by his collar "Don't blame me Jon" he says angrily "We don't choose who we love but I need you to promise me"
Jon sees the desperation in his brother's eyes and nods slowly "I promise"
Daegar takes a breath relief and nods gratefully, as he releases him, Jon swears he heard a "thank you" leave his brother's lips but before he can say anything Daegar steps away
"You do not deserve a woman like Lyanna Stark as your mother," Daegar says before a small smile breaks his lips "And neither do I"
Jon chuckles softly "On that brother, we agree"
An hour later….
Jon and Daegar march into their large war tent, upon entering Jon can't help but notice the divide among the lords and commanders, on the left side of the large war table, was Jon's supporters including Lord Galbert of house Glover, Lord Roland of house Crakehall, Lord Gregor of house Forrester and of course Ser Darron Flynn and Ser Barristan Selmy was here as well.
On Daegar's side was Ser Tanton of house Fossoway, Lord Paxter of House Redwyne, Lord Axell of House Florent and Daegar's commander Randyll Tarly.
All the men bowed to the two Targaryens respectfully "Give us a report" Daegar orders.
Lord Redwyne smiles proudly "our armies have set up a good siege your grace," he says," he says "the whole city is surrounded and there's no way out for the Dornish, I would say victory is certain"
Lord Crakehall interrupts him "And I would say that Lord Paxter is too arrogant as well as arrogant," The old man says "We don't have enough ships to take the bay, The red viper could easily escape"
"He could but he won't," Jon says "Oberyn's been waiting for this day to come for twenty years"
"Oberyn's only advantage is the city," Ser Darron says "If we divide our army into four and have each take a different path, we'll surround the Red keep and overwhelm them"
Jon nods before turning to his brother "you and I can command a division each then has two of our commanders handling the rest"
Daegar nods in agreement and turns to Randyll Tarly "I believe you can handle this my lord"
The gruff man nods "It would be my honor, your grace"
Jon regards Ser Darron "You already know my decision"
The knight smirks "I am the natural choice of course" he says "But we still need to take the gate if we're going to have any hope of taking the city
Jon nods "Lord Forrester!" he calls the aging lord steps forward, the white ironwood tree of his house painted on his surcoat, "I want you to lead the siege, You and your men will destroy the cities defenses while the rest of us take it"
The man nods "Glady Your grace"
"Get your men ready my lords," Jon says.
Daegar steps next to him "When the sun rises we end this fucking war"
The next mourning….
Jon takes a deep breath as he sits on top of his horse and waits for the Forresters to bring down the gate, Twelve men man the large battering ram while another fifty hold up their shields to protect them from the dornish archers on the trebuchets are fired every few minutes, the large boulders slam against the walls making a loud sound that pierces Jon's ears.
Eventually Daegar grows tired of waiting and orders his men up the wall, Hundreds of men climb their wooden ladders desperately trying to get to the top before they are thrown back down, as Jon watches the poor men being thrown to their death he turns to Daegar and is shocked by the calm look on his brother's face, The gods knew Jon had been ruthless in this war but he had never been able to send so many men to the deaths, and Daegar's unfazed expression almost made him tremble.
Just as he about to say something, the gates smash open and the men finally get up the ladders and being butchering the archers, the army cheers as Jon draws Blackfyre and points it at the city, Thousands of men pour into the gates and then the slaughter begins.
Daegar Targaryen
Minutes later….
Daegar grunts in pain as he is thrown from his horse, the steed was struck down by a muscular man wearing a golden painted helmet and wielding a large double-bladed war axe, a black heart was painted on his breastplate by the way he ordered the men of the golden company Daegar guessed that he was their commander.
He cuts down three men before the young prince gets to his feet and cleaves a fourth in half, Daegar almost meets the same fate as the commander swings his axe at his chest, Daegar manages to jump away at the last minute, Daegar then charges the commander and bashes his shoulder against him making Blackheart stumble back.
Daegar and the commander circle each-other, the golden man raises his axe giving the silver-haired man a good look at it, he realizes that the blade of the axe is made of Valyrian steel "Does it have a name?" Daegar asks.
Blackheart hesitates before shaking his head "What kind of pompous cunt names an object?"
Daegar smirks "fair enough"
The commander swings his axe ferociously at Daegar who stays on the defensive, dodging and blocking his blows, Daegar kicks the man in the back of his leg forcing him to one knee, he then bashes his sword against the Commander's helm, Knocking him to the ground, The Blackheart manages to roll away and stumble to his feet.
The blackheart tears off his crushed helm revealing an ugly and scared face, but with a fierce fire glowing in his eyes "I heard your brother was the fighter and you were the bitch" he says "Cleary those were only rumors"
Daegar smirks proudly "My brother was trained by one man, I was trained by a hundred," he says raising his sword "And I am the blood of the dragon". He then charged into a final attack.
Jon Targaryen
An hour later….
Jon grunted as he pulled his sword from his opponent's chest, he turned to see his men finish off the rest of the golden company and the dornish army, those that surrender are disarmed and thrown to their knees, the army surrounds the red keep waiting for either Jon or Daegar's order to enter.
The sound of cheering fills Jon's ears and he turns to see the soldiers of the reach marching towards him with Daegar leading them, His brother's face is bruised and covered in sweat but he had a proud look on his face, in one hand he held a crushed golden helmet, in the other he held a large valyrian steel battle-axe."It took you long enough" Jon says.
Daegar scoffs "I was a little preoccupied," he says.
Jon motions towards the helmet in his brother's hand "who's is that"
Randyll Tarly steps forward to answer "That is the helmet of Myles Toyne the Blackheart, captain of the golden company" he says "Your brother faced him in single combat, they fought for at least an hour before he beheaded him with his own axe" a small smirk appears on the Lord's face "King Rhaegar would be proud"
"Would he?" Jon replies making Daegar frown.
Before either of them can say anything, Ser Darron brings forth their mother, who hugs her sons tightly before turning to gaze at the red keep "Now it ends" she says softly.
"You can't go in there alone," Ser Darron says "The red viper will kill all three of you, the second you step foot in the keep"
Jon shakes his head "he'll want to gloat" Jon says "If he sees anyone else enter he'll kill my uncle and cousin"
"He won't see me," Illyria of Bravos says, stepping forward.
"He saw you last time" Jon counters.
Illyria shakes his head "Last time he was expecting me" she says, a look of determination appears on her scarred face "he won't expect me this time"
Jon nods "Fine, but stay here until we go in"
Illyria bows and takes a step back, Jon turns to his brother and mother "Now it ends"
Minutes Later….
Jon, Lyanna, and Daegar tread carefully as they make their way through the red keep for the first time in his life the massive fortress seems to be empty, Jon keeps his hand on Blackfyre as they reach the large doors that lead to the throne room"
Jon turns to his mother "Stay behind us" he says, he then turns to his brother who nods, the two open the door and enters the throne room.
Just like the rest of the keep the great hall is empty except for the dragonglass throne and three figures. Robb and Ned Stark were on their knees, their hands bound behind their back and in between, them stood the red viper himself, a large smirk planted on his face "Welcome your graces" he says "You have no idea how good it is to see the sons Rhaegar again"
Jon shook his head "Was it worth it?" he asks "All the people who have suffered and died, was it worth your vengeance"
Oberyn's smug expression falters "Anything is worth getting justice for my sister"
"Killing my husband wasn't enough?" Lyanna demands, stepping out from behind Jon.
Pure hatred fills Oberyn's eyes "there she is," he says "It's incredible that one small woman can be the cause of such death and chaos.
"Don't blame our mother" Daegar says, his hand falling to his sword "Your murdered our father, you started this war, You have no one to blame but yourself"
Oberyn turns to face the silver-haired man "Daegar Targaryen" he spits "The second-born son, did you know your father spat you and your sister into your mother's belly right after his true wife and children burned at the hands of your grandfather?"
Daegar's fists clench, Jon grabs his shoulder to keep him back "Did you call us here just to trade insults?"
"No" Lyanna says "He called us here so he could hear my apology" she takes another step towards Oberyn "I did not know your sister and I did not know her children but they have haunted me every night for twenty years, I was a stupid child who was in love with the strong and handsome prince, the grief over my husband was nothing compared to the shame and guilt I felt when Ellia and her children died, If I could trade my life for theirs I swear to you that I would but I can't so I can tell you that I am truly sorry"
Oberyn hesitates before speaking "I believe you" he says quietly before stepping away and drawing a knife to Ned's throat "But I didn't do this to hear your apology"
Jon and Daegar draw their swords "Father!" Robb calls fear and panic in his eyes.
A small smirk appears on Ned's face as he looks up at Oberyn "I expect I'll see you again soon" he says, his eyes then move to Lyanna "Don't blame yourself Lya, you've done that for enough of your life" his eyes again travel to Robb "No father could ever be more proud of his son Robb I know I leave the north and our family in good hands" finally his eyes meet Jon's "Be a better king then your father"
In panic, Jon rushes forward to try and help his uncle, but Oberyn moves to fast and slices the Lord of Winterfell's throat with the dagger.
Robb and Lyanna let out a cry of grief as Ned's body slumps to the ground, Daegar draws his sword and rushes the Red Viper along with his brother, Oberyn raises his spear and deflects the brother's attacks with such speed that Jon can hardly keep up, out of the corner of his eye Jon notices his mother leading Robb out of the throne room, Oberyn takes advantage of the distraction and swings the blade of his spear upwards cutting the side of Jon's face and almost cutting through his eye.
The young man stumbles back and falls, as his vision slowly returns he raises his head to see Oberyn knock down Daegar by sweeping him off his feet with the spear, "Is this all the sons of the dragon are capable of?" Oberyn demands, he allows the brothers to get to their feet, the three jump back into battle, the three skirmish for another few minutes before Oberyn knocks them down again "pathetic" Oberyn spits "I thought you two were worth seven kingdoms, IS THIS WHAT MY SISTER DIED FOR!"
Taking advantage of his rage Daegar and Jon rush the Red Viper, Jon cuts into his stomach and Daegar cuts into his chest, Oberyn stumbles away as blood pours from his wounds, Dagear maneuvers behind him and cuts at the back of his legs forcing him to his knees, Jon then kicks Oberyn's spear away before pressing Blackfyre to his throat.
Oberyn lets out a laugh as he covers his wounds "Go on then" he says "It doesn't matter I've already ripped apart your family"
Jon hesitates he looks up at Daegar who nods in encouragement "Go on dragon" Oberyn spits.
"No," Jon says pulling Blackfyre away "I won't give you the satisfaction, You'll die as all traitors do at the hands of the Royal executioner"
A look of anger appears on Oberyn's face but before he can react Jon bashes the hilt of Blackfyre against his face knocking him unconscious"
"So you can't even bring yourself to avenge our father," Daegar says in disgust.
Jon ignores him "It's over Daegar," he says "The war is won"
Daegar shakes his head "No" he says "It's not over until I am king"
Jon shakes his head a pleading look on his face "Please brother no" he begs softly.
Daegar raises his blade "Sword up brother" he says "It's time to decide which one of us is Rhaegar's heir"
