On Blackwater Bay…
"Keep up the pressure!" shouted a royal sailor.
"Get those ironborn out of our harbor!"
"Evasive maneuvers!"
Flaming arrows and flares fly across the skies along the Blackwater Bay, all as a result of the ongoing naval battle between the Royal Fleet and Iron Fleet. To break the blockade of King's Landing and resupply the mainland armies on the ground, the Royal Fleet under the acting command of Lord Paxter Redwyne had to first break through Euron's ships. Despite having the advantage of superior numbers, the Iron Fleet were proving to be quite harassing as well as problematic due to their ship's upgrades provided to them by Euron and Connington while they occupied the capital city.
"Incoming!" one yelled.
Suddenly, a huge bolt pierces through the Lionstar – accompanied by three more which tore through the war galley. The sailors on deck shout in confusion and race around; another giant bolt zooms through the ship's mainmast, damaging the wooden structure which caused it to crack and slowly collapse, loudly crashing onto the deck and splashing into the Blackwater's oceanic surface – thereby crippling the vessel.
"Mast down! Mast down!" a sailor warned.
"Spears!"
"They're coming around again!"
Meanwhile, across from them was the Iron Fleet, upgraded with long-range artillery weapons—the scorpions—mounted on their foredecks, one of which is manned by Yara Greyjoy. Her crew repositions the huge siege weapon for another shot, waiting patiently for her moment to strike.
"Now! Let loose!" Yara yells. Foolish mainlanders. The kraken rules the seas!
One by one, the ironborn crew unleashed a volley of scorpion bolts with a grunt. Other ships follow suit, sending off a brutal assault. The volley of giant bolts tore apart some of the Royal Fleet's closer longships. Several of the crews were knocked off their feet by the force of the impact as others were sent overboard.
"Man overboard!"
"Get to your stations!"
"Go!"
"Clear!"
The sea spurts over the railings as the massive scorpion bolts destroy the Lionstar's hull. More bolts scream through the air relentlessly and destroys the railing on the far side of the deck. Paxter frustratingly growls at the ironborn tenacity and signals the fleet to mount a counterattack. For Yara, the design of her longships were designed to be more faster and maneuverable than the Royal Fleet's war galleys—making hers appear to outpace and avoid any counterattack the Royal Fleet had to throw at them, so long as she kept hers at a relatively safe distance.
"Blasted ironborn!" Paxter exclaimed. "All hands, get those trebuchets on deck!"
"Man the trebuchets!"
To avoid further damage to their ships, the royal sailors hurriedly scrambled onto the deck as more longships were felled by another volley of scorpion bolts. Ducking their heads sideways as woodchips scatted across the air, more avoided flaming arrows streaking in before triggering the mechanical levers. Aboard the King Robert's Warhammer, the arms of the trebuchets rose one, two, three and ten stones hurtling high into the blue skies. Each one was engulfed in tar and fire; when they fell they sent up great gouts of water, smashed through oak planking, and turned living men into bone and pulp and gristle. All across Blackwater Bay, three war galleys of the Iron Fleet were destroyed by the Royal Fleet's counterattack but the ironborn smaller longships were again proving to be more agile, with only the sterns rocking with the waves as they sailed out of the way.
Nearly two dozen of ships sank to the bottom of Blackwater Bay, the sound of explosions and splashing thundered across the large body of water along the Crownlands just as loudly as it was during a battle on the mainland. Flights of flaming bolts and stones continued flying through each other in the sky, in the drifting smoke, destroying several more ships. The Black Wind, Yara's flagship, swept through Blackwater Bay in between two more longships and rained a barrage of scorpion bolts along both the port and starboard side.
From here on out, Paxter and Yara were ready for a bitter fight to the death at sea. At sea, both were experienced in naval warfare. While one side had numbers, the other had a better understanding of the open waters and received significant upgrades to close the gap between their adversaries.
"Bring the Black Wind around a little more! Expose their broadside!" Yara commanded.
"Eyes on the horizon!" one of her sailors shouted.
"Load those scorpions!" another exclaimed.
Ironborn sailors on the Black Wind continue loading more massive bolts onto their respective scorpions as did others on the Iron Fleet. Those who didn't drew unveiled their bows and arrows and stood into position, pulling back on their bowstrings and took aim once they sailed around.
"Archers, close up!"
"Come on!"
"Up to the deck!"
"Archers, line up!"
Paxter readies the ships for another trebuchet bombardment when he sees some of his sailors looking up into the sky. Wondering what they were looking at during such a critical moment as this, the Lord of the Arbor looks up directly at the sun, and as he shields his eyes to notice something catching his eye, seeing something diving through the sky towards both fleets. Yara notices something was off as well and looks up as well.
Something was diving at them at incredible velocity…
"Turn!" someone shouts.
"*Raaaaaaaaaaaarrrh!*"
Just then, out of nowhere Drogon swoops down and sweeps through both the Royal Fleet and Iron Fleet with a devastating strafe of dragonfire. Both naval commanders witness the large dragon soaring above indiscriminately blowing up both fleets before flying back up into the sun.
"Dragon!" a royal sailor shouted.
The Dragon Queen's here already? Paxter recognized. "ALL HANDS, ON DECK! TAKE OUT THAT DRAGON!" he starts barking orders.
The Dragon Queen has betrayed us, after all I've done for her? Yara mentally accused. "Turn it around! Turn it around!" she shouts at her men.
With a massive roar, Drogon levels its trajectory and lets forth another eruption of dragonfire, decimating the longships and war galleys in front of both Paxter and Yara, flying past them with incredible speed. The dragon destroys another ship before arcing away for a second sortie.
"Hurry up! Turn it around before it comes back!" Paxter shouts again.
He is too late. Drogon arrives and destroys another handful of ships as it strafes both fleets.
"Loose!" Yara shouts.
Her ironborn sailors fires a barrage of scorpions at the banking Drogon but misses as the dragon moves out of the way. Riding her dragon, Daenerys leans forward. Diving down again, Drogon opens its mouth and belches forth another fiery destructive blast.
"Abandon ship!" Paxter shouted and jumped overboard.
"Abandon ship!" Yara shouted and leaps overboard.
Just in time, both naval commanders got out of the way to avoid incineration and landed in the water—by the skin of their teeth as both the Black Wind and Arbor Queen shattered in a sea of fire. Looking down at them from above, Daenerys allows herself a triumphant smirk.
That eliminates the threat by sea. Now my armies will have a chance to level the playing field when the time to act comes, though the Dragon Queen before flying off in the distance. Drogon bellows another roar in victory as the Royal Fleet and Iron Fleet burned and sank below the seas; any longships and war galleys remaining were forced to sail away in retreat—unable to either maintain the blockade of King's Landing or break through.
Somewhere along the kingsroad…
It took quite a long, forced march from Winterfell to cross the Trident river but within four days, the rest of the royal army under the command of Robb Stark and Jon Snow arrived with those left at the Twins to converge between Rosby and Hayford. They were now about half a day's march to King's Landing, where they set to liberate the capital of the Seven Kingdoms from the hands of Jon Connington and Euron Greyjoy; but as soon as they arrived, they saw smoke rising from Blackwater Bay.
"Daenerys Targaryen," the Young Wolf recognized the carnage angrily.
Choosing to station their troops in a position atop favorable ground at a safe distance, Hayford's castellan was more than generous enough to offer the lands beneath the hilltop castle itself to serve as a campsite since Lady Ermesande Hayford, a plump seven-year-old girl trussed up in a golden gown with the green fretty and green pale wavy rendered in tiny beads of jade and last of her bloodline, was still too young to make any informed decisions on her own yet until she comes of age. As the sun went down, seemingly thousands of tents—however the numbers exaggerated—were sprouted beneath the hill, along the banks of the stream that ran down beside it.
Come nightfall, the camp was busy as the royal forces prepare for the upcoming battle. A few yards from the shore was the main command tent. Thanks to their location, it not only gave them control of the surrounding area as King's Landing's main defenses couldn't reach them from that great a distance but gave them valuable time to establish a strangle hold of the capital city.
So far, morale was high… but so were the cravings of revenge amongst the Northmen in the royal army's ranks. Despite having lived in the south for more than seven years, Sansa Stark was still one of their own—a child of the North just like them; the Northmen wanted payback for what the enemy has done in their absence. Jon had set up sentries to keep a close eye out for any signs of the Dragon Queen's Unsullied-Dothraki army in case or any of Connington's remaining Golden Company and Euron's ironborn marauders. It was best to take no chances.
Jaime also learned of what happened at the failed parlay at the city walls when talks broke down, and of Varys's death at Euron Greyjoy's hands. He had no love for the Master of Whisperers but had recently been made aware of Daveth's bloodlust fueled rage lashing out. Jon had told the Kingslayer himself.
Doesn't matter now. They have my little brother, my son, my daughter and my grandson. They stole them all. I'll slaughter every Golden Company, every ironborn I can find; teach them what happens when you yank the lion's tail, Jaime thought.
The siege was set, and now it was time to plan the attack.
"King's Landing is within half a day's march from here," Jon pointed out a marker on the map. "But from here on out, it's where it gets bloody. Our scouts report that Daenerys Targaryen has already laid waste to both the Iron Fleet and Royal Fleet with only one dragon; those who were fortunate enough to still be floating were forced to retreat."
"How many of our ships are left?" asked Olyvar.
"I don't know. Our men had to turn back once that dragon took to the skies."
Robb observed the map. "We've seen no signs of any Unsullied or Dothraki in the field, but our men should be on high alert in case they were to make a move. It's not Daenerys or her dragon we ought to be concerned about right now. Our biggest concern is at the gates. As the capital of the Seven Kingdoms, King's Landing is heavily defended on all sides. All along the ramparts, scorpions, spitfires and catapults are placed everywhere. We do have some siege weapons left over from the battle against the undead, but I suspect Connington and Euron would use the city's defenses to target them first while their archers take aim at our troops on the ground."
"I remember Connington well," Jaime mentioned. "I was there at the Mad King's side when he was Hand of the King. He knows where the walls are the strongest and he knows which of the gates are weakest. We have the numbers and provisions, so all we can provide right now is a distraction. Here," he points to a certain section of King's Landing. "The Iron Gate. Its hinges are rather rusted lately. We could employ a good, well-positioned battering ram along the Rosby road—which is closer to us, it'll take a couple of minutes and from there we'll rendezvous with the gold cloaks leading the resistance."
"The bulk of our armies will try to keep the enemy focused on us here at the Dragon Gate," Brienne examined the map. "It's one of the city's strongest walls. But timing is critical; if either the Golden Company or any of the ironborn see you coming, it'll take a longer time for us to find another way into the city and many more of our troops will be lost. Even more so, if Daenerys Targaryen does decide to intervene, it'll make the fight that much more difficult."
"If we're going to liberate a capital city of this size, we could deploy ladders, siege towers or even dig a tunnel to gain us entrance into the city from outside," Olyvar suggested.
"Ladders and siege towers would be a start, but having our sappers dig a tunnel would take a too long," Yohn countered. "If we're to gain any entrance past the walls, we'll need to find another way in."
"King's Landing is in the hands of a tyrant! This cannot be allowed to stand, my lords!"
"It's also one of the most defensible cities in Westeros. Ever since House Targaryen's reign, it has repelled numerous assaults by both land and sea."
"Even if we make it past the gates, we can't also ignore the possibility of potential traps waiting for us once we get inside," Jon reminded them. "With the amount of time we spent marching to get here, Connington and Euron had plenty to set them into place. Who knows how many are laying in wait? Our engineers will need time to find and disable them."
"Then it's best we remain keenly aware of our surroundings, but none of us are even of the Crownlands," Edmure pointed out. "All of gathered here are of the Riverlands, Stormlands, Westerlands, Dorne, the Vale, the North and the Reach. None of us knows King's Landing inside and out to help our troops know which way to go. Connington—"
"Has outplayed us," Jaime interrupted. "But we're not out of the game just yet. Defeat is not an option."
Robb studied the map. "Other than the main entrances here into King's Landing – the Dragon Gate, Iron Gate, Mud Gate, Old Gate, Gate of the Moon, Lion Gate, King's Gate and River Gate, there has to be another way into the city from the outside. A sewer? A water course?"
"Wait!" Arya chimed in. "There is a secret passage into the Red Keep, which leads into one of its underground vaults," she revealed. "It's also used as an escape route for the royal family. I found it by accident when I was practicing my Water Dance with Syrio Forel all those years ago. It's too narrow for everyone to go through, but we could send a small escort in one at a time."
Jaime shook his head. "A bold plan, but it's too risky. There are many secret passages and miles long. Even if the rumors about them were true, you'd not only get lost in there, but our scouts will be discovered well before we reach Connington or Euron or wherever they're holding the rest of the royal family. Maegor the Cruel saw to that when he had his builders finish the Red Keep's construction centuries ago."
"So we do nothing?" she growled.
"Connington and Euron has our sister, my nephews and niece. Prisoners," Robb agreed.
"And that's what Connington is planning on. It's all psychological warfare, to throw us off balance and distracted," the Kingslayer counted.
In that moment, one of the tent flaps flew open – revealing Daveth Baratheon himself, accompanied by a wounded, exhausted Paxter Redwyne who luckily managed to not only survive but find his way back onto the mainland with the aid of nearby villagers.
"I know which one you speak of, but there is no need for that, Arya. Connington will most likely have set up traps there. I know another way in," he said.
Everyone turns in acknowledgment of the Young Stag, though Robb and Jaime were a bit unsettled with his appearance. Daveth had still retained the use of his attire similar to the one Tywin Lannister wore, his long jet-black hair was cut short to a pleasing, conservative versatile length, his scruffy beard was trimmed to give him a rather clean-shaven face. What bothered them most of all was the way his face looked: Daveth looked haggard and ill, paler than ever with heavy bags under his eyes which made him look older and tired than he already is.
"Your Grace!" Olyvar said with relief.
"Your Grace," Brienne acknowledged.
"Your Grace," everyone in assembled greeted and circled around him.
Robb noticed his childhood best friend/brother-in-law. "Your Grace, you should not have taken off on your own like that without informing us first," he said. "Why didn't you say anything? Why didn't you tell me?"
"It was my burden to bear," Daveth replied.
"What if Daenerys Targaryen had gotten to you before we did? You could have been killed," Jaime reminded his nephew.
Concern? Coming from you, of all people? "Having gone through it twice now, I don't fear death. And neither should you." He looks at the war counsel. "What do we have?"
"So far the means of how to bypass the city's defenses and gain entry. Our main objective, of course, is to liberate King's Landing and free its people from Connington and Euron Greyjoy's clutches," Yohn informed him.
"Then I suppose it's fortunate for all of you that Jon Connington is not the only one who knows King's Landing. I was born here. This is my home. And I know every layout of the city like the back of my hand."
"Your Grace, if you have any knowledge you wish to share with us, it's essential for our soldiers to know," he inquired.
A long pause filled the command tent.
"Your Grace! If we're to help rescue the Queen, your children, and every one of the half a million people in that city, we need to know."
The Young Stag stares down at the map. "There are a few nearby entrances placed here," he said finally before pointing to a section near the bay, "here," he points to a spot south close to the kingswood, "and here," he points to at a marker far from the tourney grounds. "These all lead to the Muddy Way, the Street of Sisters and the Hook. We could have saboteurs infiltrate the city from these three points to spread further dissent, pass on key information for the resistance movement, eliminate those manning the artillery on the walls and open the gates—allowing our soldiers and militia inside. As I'm sure you're aware, be wary of any potential traps at all times."
"What about Sansa and her children?" Jon asks. "Is there another secret passage into the Red Keep from outside?"
You're that concerned about my family, Targaryen? Don't think I haven't forgotten what was said at the gates. I'll be pulling you aside once this is all over. "It's just as Arya said, but what she describes is only one of two secret passages into the Red Keep. The other handhold is cut into a tunnel at the cliff facing near the beach."
"And what of Daenerys? And her armies? They still haven't made a move yet," Olyvar inquired.
"If the Dragon Queen does decide to make a move with her dragon, Unsullied and Dothraki, then I want a sizeable force covering the rear flank while the vanguard focuses on breaching the gates. Don't get too cocky just because our army outnumbers hers, though; Aegon the Conqueror had much less compared to the independent kingdoms, but he still won the War of Conquest regardless. Just get everything into position when the time is right."
Brienne blinked. "But what about you? You're not coming with us?" she suspected.
Daveth looked at her, ignored her, then glanced across the war table at the other military leaders. Before looking at Robb, Jon and Jaime, the Young Stag stood up. "All right, my lords. It's all come down to this. You know what's at stake," he spoke. "Steady your hearts. Look deep into your souls. You see that? Beyond the horizon?" he points to King's Landing off in the distance. "Half a million people; countless men, women and children living in oppression, tyranny and fear crying out for help. It's time to answer that call. Be their savior. Be their liberator."
Each lord looks at each other, mumbling something and nodding their heads in agreement.
"Most of you have stood with me in the Stag Sedition," he continued. "You stood with me in the Second Greyjoy Rebellion. You again stood with me when we destroyed the Night King and his undead armies together at Winterfell. Few of you have even faced the crucible of combat long before that. All of which were mere obstacles testing your mettle. From Dorne to Winterfell, from Casterly Rock to the Eyrie, every test, every trial, every tribulation we've endured shows us that not only are we able to still be standing after getting back up whenever we get knocked down, but demonstrates the strength and potential of a united Westeros, what we could accomplish if we put our differences aside and work together towards a common goal. In the heat of battle, if you need a reason to fight, a reason to make the world a better place for our children and their children instead of the shit one we've always known, to break a cycle that has kept us trapped in it for 300 years with no apparent end in sight, you need only to look at the person fighting at your side."
Some of the troops start pounding the table; nearby, more and more soldiers and militia crept forward – obviously overhearing the speech.
"Here, here!" most began exclaiming.
Daveth looked at them. Inhaling through his nose and exhaling from the mouth, he kept going. "This is what binds us. An unbreakable bond made stronger in times of hardship. You will never be closer than with those who you shed your blood with, with those who would lay down their lives for you." He slowly started raising his voice. "So when you look at what lies beyond the horizon, when you the sun rise, you fight for your brothers and sisters! You fight for your sons and daughters! You fight for your homes! You fight for your families! Most of all, you fight for Westeros!"
"HA-OOH! HA-OOH! HA-OOH!" the troops raised their swords and spears.
"There's only one thing you need to remember when the fighting starts."
A sixteen-year-old militia recruit steps forward. "What's that, Your Grace?" he asked curiously.
Daveth glanced over at the hapless recruit. "Don't get killed on the first day," he said plainly.
"Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!" some of the soldiers and veterans laughed at the youth.
"This will no doubt be one of the hardest things you'll have ever done," the Young Stag was close to finishing. "The men and women we lost on the battlefield, we will lose more. Jon Connington, Euron Greyjoy, Daenerys Targaryen… they attacked us when our backs were turned. Brought us nothing but pain, suffering, death and destruction. Two of them now have our Queen, our Princes and Princess held as their prisoners under the threat of death! They hold all of King's Landing hostage! They think they have leverage over us. But we're saying 'no!'. They are wrong! We didn't start this war, but we're sure as Seven hells are going to finish it. We're going to show them all what happens when you go too far. It ends with us! We're going to save the Queen, save the innocent, and save all of Westeros from those who want us on our knees! They want a fight? They just got one! Let's show them what we're made of, on our terms! Sharpen for your blades, ready the siege weapons, ready your breakfast and eat until your bellies are full… For come sunrise, we march on King's Landing! TO VICTORY!"
"HOO-AAAH!" the men rallied.
One by one, the royal armies began preparing the necessary arrangements for a long, brutally bloody battle tomorrow. The Battle of King's Landing was set to go underway in a matter of hours. While the main generals left, Daveth slowly moved to walk out – but stopped and felt a horrible pain in his chest.
Damn it! Seven hells, he groaned.
"Your wounds still haven't healed from the battle at Winterfell," Arya pointed out.
Daveth looked at his sister-in-law. "And I suppose you're here to stop me?" he accused.
"We're saying leave this fight to us," Robb joined in. "You've contributed more than many could possibly say. Let us take the reins from here. We'll save Sansa, Lyonel, Cassana, Torrhen and the others."
"Robb…"
Jaime, Jon, Olyvar and Brienne intervened. "Listen to them, Your Grace," said Olyvar.
"If we know you well enough, you plan on sneaking in one of the side entrances," Jaime suspected. "The plan puts you in the gravest danger. As a Kingsguard, Olyvar, Brienne and I cannot allow you, in good conscience, to do this alone."
"I will not concede to this notion. Not this time," the Young Stag said with defiance.
"Damn it, Daveth!" Robb exclaimed – ignoring protocol. "You're not the only one with so much at stake! Sansa was my sister long before she became your wife. This is as personal if not more to me just as it is to you."
"In winter we must protect ourselves. Look after one another," Arya reflected. "I'll sneak in the Red Keep's vault, and I'll kill both Euron and Connington in one fell swoop."
"No… you won't," Daveth said surprising everyone.
"'No'? What do you mean 'no'?" Jon asked.
"You will sneak inside, but you will find Sansa… find my sons and daughter, Tommen, Myrcella and the others… Get them out of the Red Keep. I'll be getting in the other secret passage."
"You know you'll die if you do this," Arya said.
"Your Grace, why are you acting like this? Is this about getting revenge? Is that what this is about? You're a good person; don't do this," Brienne accused.
"Is that what you think?" Daveth countered. "All these years, and you still don't know me."
"Nephew—" Jaime tried to speak.
"I destroyed the Iron Islands, reduced it to a pile of uninhabitable rubble, sunk it beneath the waves. I indiscriminately slaughtered every man, woman and child who carried ironborn blood in their veins even knowing they had nothing to do with what happened to me at Lannisport sixteen years ago; made 'The Rains of Castamere' look like child's play compared to the unspeakable things I've done," he began ranting loudly enough for them to hear. "By the hand of my command, I murdered Cersei Lannister, I hanged my OWN MOTHER, for betraying me! I committed genocide and matricide! Do you still not see?! I am NOT a good person, so stop trying to tell me otherwise!" he calmed himself down even after the others looked at him in silent shock and horror. "My fate was sealed a long time ago. Everything I've done, I did it so that good, honorable people like yourselves—like Jon Arryn and Ned Stark—wouldn't have to."
Robb looked at him.
Daveth turned to him. "You sister… she made my life better. For that, I'm forever grateful to her." He spoke softly, a hint of regret in his voice. "She showed me a world I've never seen before; feelings I've never had for anyone before; gave me a family. I love Sansa, Lyonel, Cassana, Torrhen… and the baby growing in Sansa's womb. And I if must give my life so that they can live, then that's what I'll do." He looked at Arya, Jaime and Brienne. "If you follow me, you'll die. So please… don't follow me. Go through the passage leading to the vault beneath the Red Keep. If fate is kind enough, I will join you. For now, find my family. Save them. Keep them safe for me." He turned to walk away. "This will be my last war. Win or lose. This last act of service, this one chance for atonement… is mine."
"Daveth," Robb tried to get his attention.
"Get the men ready for battle," he continued walking away. "And… goodbye, Robb." Thank you, and your family, for everything. He wanted to say but couldn't muster the strength to do it. Daveth felt his hands shake as he pulled the dark cloaked hood over his face and readied Stormbringer. "Wait for me. Sansa, my little ones… wait for me. I'm coming home."
TO BE CONTINUED...
Chapter End
Author's Note: Well guys, this concludes part one of the final battle that is to come. I figured I'd include the naval battle as the first phase; but the overall battle at sea ended in a stalemate with the intervention of Daenerys Targaryen and Drogon laying waste to both fleets before moving away to meet up with the rest of her Unsullied and Dothraki forces. In the meantime, I figured instead of the battle camp being set up directly at the gates of King's Landing, I moved the royal army's encampment further away out of range to set up a battle strategy and time to prepare to make up for the TV's version's blunder.
For example of a vigorous defense in historical context, the Siege of Jerusalem in 70 AD against the Roman lines who built their camp on the Mount of Olives where Jewish forces pulled virtually every trip in the book against the attackers and applied so much pressure before the Romans backed off to build a wall of circumvallation about eight kilometers wide so apply a stranglehold against the city. And to set up a proper siege, what is unacceptable is to leave out proper siege weapons left over from the Battle of Ice and Fire in order to take a city such as King's Landing; so I decided to incorporate it into the story.
Also I wanted to close a loophole by adding in discussions of other possible ways the royal forces could gain access to the city. For example, in the Roman siege of Veii in 396 BC, troops used actual existing water channels to tunnel in the city and emerge from within.
End of rant/mention examples from military history.
Anyways, what did you guys think Daveth's rallying speech as well as his closing one. His last one sounded rather ominous; don't you think? It sounds like he actually knows what his fate could possibly be and came to terms with it. Thoughts? Let me know.
And as always, stay tuned for more updates!
C.E.W: Daveth is going to need to gain Daenerys' attention and direct her and Drogon's attention away from King's Landing. If Daveth can make Daenerys chase him, he can lead her away from King's Landing and fighting somewhere else. Doing so will keep thousands of men, women and children safe from dragon fire and by extension Sansa and the Baratheon kids.
Daveth and Daenerys are going to kill each other, Daenerys with her fierce desire for the Iron Throne, and Daveth with his drive to protect his family and his people. Daveth would rather than die than let Daenerys burn innocent people.
First, they get Euron and Connington, they have to die or more will suffer.
spartan120: I'm gonna be upset if Daveth dies by the end of this
TehStorm: Great chapter,i really hope danny gets to live to see her dragons killed and her army destroyed, i mean seriously after not only burning lords alive and now betraying an aliance(she could say it was conninggton and euron but she is clearly milking this situation for her advantage)and she still thinks the 7 kingdoms will accept her?.
Not only her but her stupid boy toy and her "friends" grey worm and missandei are too stupid to see that nobody wants danny rise as a queen and are helping a tyrant get the throne,a very hypocritical thing coming from former slaves.
Anyway,can't wait for the next chapter but i hope daveth lives to see this throu or at the very least dies as a hero against the targaryen invaders,its funny in a way as danny wanted to reform her house's position but now she just sank her house to the lowest of the low and now house targaryen more than ever will be a synonymous of madness and destruction so history will always condemn them.
RHatch89: I hope Daveth doesn't die because it would seem so anticlimactic after everything we've been through
Bad Ass Female Fighter: GAH! Don't keep us in suspense!
Masso 2010: damn man, I cannot wait to see how this ends. I honestly have no clue how it's going to either, though I would like to see Daveth just sitting on the broken remains of the Iron Throne, broken and bloodied and than dany just walks in and they have a much needed and intense conversation, or something along those lines.
Guest #2: All I shall say is Daveth better be alive and be king at the end of this
Bvu: Great chapter on trials and tribulations of oathkeeper, so can you please put up the next chapter to the story now please
Corvus Reborn: Urgh... for crying out loud Daveth, Jon doesn't want the Iron Throne, he never wanted it as soon as he found out the truth; having said so in front of ieveryone/i. Hell, he renounced his claim and declared his support for iYOU/i for Seven's sake!
I understand the stresses of what is going on might be making him thinking a little paranoid about a possible claimant for the Throne, but someone needs to smack some damn sense into him about this at the most convenient point.
All in all, this was another fine chapter in this saga, and I hope Euron, Connington, Yara and Daenerys get what is coming to them for their actions.
Guest #1: Please make daveth win and becomes king in the end.
Chris the Metis: Final battle between dragon about to commence I hope that Deanarys and her pets and that bloody Greyjoy deserved what coming to them.
As for the battle plan well one or two position draw bulk of the defenders hopefully convincing then that is real main assaults, as for the siege engines concentrating on those position which intensify the mindset. Other groups at least one assault the most venerable position another last group go with Devath to assist, capture key positions to prevent Deanary and her lackey escaping and to cause chaos hopefully wreck chain of command. Feel free to use it.
Hear My Fury: The final battle begins. Hopefully Daveth makes it out, but if he dies and his family makes it out, I could see Sansa and Tyrion ruling as regents for Lyonel.
10868letsgo: Alright! Time for battle! Yara is so stupid just like her father and uncle. she could have come quietly and accepted her punishment against the seven kingdom. Daveth spared theon greyjoy to lead the Future. I love it.
Bio RL: I hope daveth doesn't die u_u
Thanks for the chapter
RedRat8: Reminds me of King Leonidas's Speech from 300, and him dying is quite possible as well. Ah, well we're reaching the end and you've written an amazing story, just hold on a bit longer and you can shout you're done.