Chapter 32: The Stepstones

Winterfell

Ned called Benjen and Robb to his study, after finishing the scroll to send to the Lords regarding the deployments of the troops and which side of the wall the lords are going to reinforce.

"So here is the plan: The force of Winterfell, Torrhen's Square and the Dreadfort, will march towards castle black; Umber Manderly and Karstark will head to East watch; instead, Glover and Mormont will march to Shadow Tower."

"Do you think is wise to take Bolton with you to Castel Black, brother?" asked Benjen, taking a sip from his goblet. "What if he betrays you, or if he didn't come in time?"

"I would say that is better to keep the enemies close and where you can keep an eye on them, than far away and giving them the possibility to plot."

"When we will leave?" asked Robb eager to fight for sure and maybe to show himself in his eyes.

"You will join the Glover and Mormont forces, Robb."

"But I want to fight at Castely Black, father. It is there that the bulk of the wildings force will be."

"I know, Robb. But you will do as I said. Ride to meet the Glover and Mormont army, and once the wildings that will attack Shadow Tower will be defeated you will join me at Castel Black."

Even though Robb didn't agree with him regarding this plan, he nodded, taking a sip from his goblet, and their attention drifted to Benjen when his brother asked, "It is wise Ned to take the heir with you?"

"No. But I trust that if we die in battle, you will defend Rickon's claim as Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North," Ned said, looking at his brother. If he, Robb and Bran, should die beyond the Wall in this expedition, Rickon will be the new Lord, he knew that the enemies will try to do something against it.

"You know I will, but you are taking a great risk. But you should also start to think of Southern alliances, especially regarding the marriage for Arya."

And at hearing that, Ned released a sad sigh. His little wolf was still a child, too young for that kind of things, and he already knows her reaction to this thing when she will find out, and he can't imagine the pressure she will have on her.

"Ned?"

"I know what you are saying, Ben, but Arya is still too young for that. And anyway, Brandon, Rickon and Robb are still alive."

"Yes, they are, but we are surrendered by enemies, and our nephew doesn't have enough ships to come to our help," Benjen said, and Ned saw that Robb wanted to intervene, but his brother stopped him, adding, "I know what you want to say, nephew, but I doubt his dragon can fight so many armies. Remember that he's still just a cube."

"Uncle, I saw what that dragon can do and what my cousin can. If you think that he can't take down the armies of Westeros, which are unprepared to fight a dragon, you are wrong."

"Enough. Let's put aside this matter, and focused on the wildings," intervened Ned and stopping the spark of a fight between them.

"Now I think it's time for you to leave, brother. And protect Moat Cailin. I have a feeling that the enemies will try to attack the North."

"And they will fail," smiled Benjen, drinking all the wine, and getting up, leaving him with Robb alone, and Ned sighed stroking his forehead.

After some time in silence, his son asked, "What are you going to do with Sansa?"

Ned shakes his head, sighing in a sad way, "I don't know, Robb. The light she had before now is gone and there is nothing that can comfort her. She thinks that there is no future in this world for her like this. No young high lord would want her except 'the old wrecks' as she called them."

"And those who had bastards," Robb finished, "Well, the things regarding the bastards are all mother's fault, but anyway. Maybe I should speak with her. Truly speak, regarding this situation and that there is more to life than that."

"Yes, you should," said Ned, getting up, and turning towards "But do it before we leave."

"I will," his son responded, draining all the wine from his goblet, and Ned heard him say, as he was leaving, "I miss Arya and her always followings."

Ned glanced behind his shoulder, seeing the door closing, and sighed. He too missed her little wolf.

The Stepstones

Jon and Caraxes were heading towards the Torturer's Deep in the Stepstones, with the fleet just behind them.

Daenerys was strongly against this plan but in the end, he managed to tackle her and make her understand that it was for their cause.

From above he could see that there was a fleet nearby, and though small there were heavy ships, but what caught his attention was a great shadow beneath them and he did not like that. He didn't like it at all.

So, he returned back to the main ship of his fleet, to warn them and sent them back.

Landing down, still from the top of Caraxes he said, "Go back, Balaq. There is something big in the water under the enemy ships. I don't want to lose soldiers. Go back. I will deal with them alone."

With that Aenar rose in the air, turning Caraxes towards the small island of the Lord of the Waters.

"Lord of the waters? He is coming," came one of the soldiers inside the hidden place from where he was ruling the way of the Stepstone.

"Good. How many ships they have?" he asked as he was starting to wear his armour silver armour, with the green seahorse on his chest, the valyrian sword, Truth of House Rogare at his hip, and a helmet adorned with the seahorse on top of it, that will hide his silver-gold hairs. Turning to his second in command captain, he said, "Is the leviathan ready?"

And the men nodded, bringing the two horns to him. One was the great Dragonbinder that according to legend can control the dragons, at the cost of a life, and he wanted to try to use it; the other was the House Celtigar horn, used to summon monsters. He will use it to control the Leviathan and one day, when he has a big fleet and will be King of the Seven Kingdoms, will summon the Kraken from the abyss of the seas.

As he was heading towards his main ship, which holds the biggest scorpion in the world, he asked, "Are the two women with him?"

"No, Lord of the Waters. Daenerys Targaryen is at Myr, but the other one is in Tyrosh."

"Tyrosh? But-" he stopped when he heard his men shooting, and he immediately started raiding fast towards the main ship.

"TO THE SKY!" shouted the men from his main ship starting to load the scorpion and point it up but it was too late. He saw the dragon spit fire from the sky down onto the ship.

"HE IS TOO FAST!" Shouted another from the land starting to load the small scorpions from the coasts, which he doubts will have any success against the dragon, who was damn big. He was almost as big as his ship, with four legs, two wings, and he was like a white shadow.

"My Lord!" came the voice of his second, "The Leviathan!" and he nodded, taking the Celtigar horn and blowing up to summon and control his beast.

Jon was burning down some of the enemy's ships when suddenly, he heard the sound of a horn coming from the land, and after that, a big fish coming out of the water with open mouth trying to eat them, but Aenar managed to avoid the beast at the last moment.

The men from the land were shooting at him with their arrows and catapults, with bolts and iron nest, but Caraxes managed to avoid them all, and burn. Then he heard again the sound of that horn and the beast, emerged again, however, this time only with the tail, and Caraxes managed to avoid it again, so the beast's tail landed instead on one of the ships breaking it in pieces.

Caraxes started to blow fire over the water, but Aenar knows it was for nothing. If only he could try and make his dragon shout ice. That way he would trap the beast under the water.

"What is that thing?" asked Balaq, leaning on the boards of the ship, and seeing the difficulty in which their young Commander was at fighting the ships and the beast from the sea.

"It's a leviathan, captain. A big fucking leviathan from the shivering Sea. I'm surprised to find it here though."

"Can he be beaten?" asked Balaq, ready to take his bow and arrows, and to call his men to attack.

"Yes. But not by us. We don't have the weapons to hunt that beast down," the captain of the ship said, patting his shoulder, and Balaq glared at him. The boy was in danger and they could do nothing to help him in this. If they move forward, towards the enemy's ships, he could command his archers to shoot a rain of arrows on them, but they will be destroyed by the leviathan.

After many tries and fails, Aenar decides to change battle tactics. There was no way of winning against that beast, this way. It was too big. The only possibility to stop it was to take the horn.

First, he started to burn all the scorpions from the land, and the men with it, then, he destroyed some of the ships, before bringing his attention to the land.

"Tegun ilagon, Caraxes," he said to his dragon, and Caraxes moved down.

Once on the island, Aenar got down from his dragon drawing out his sword, as Caraxes, started to burn the pirates that were running towards them. Then Aenar turned his attention towards a man in silver armour, in the distance who in return raised up the hand that was holding the horn.

Spinning his sword, Blackfire, Aenar started to follow the man slowly, as Caraxes was spitting fire burning the men that were charging and following him. The bond with him was high, but soon he heard another kind of sound, and it was like the bond between him and Caraxes was starting to interrupt.

His dragon released a loud road, and Aenar saw him starting to shake his head and with close eyes and stumble.

"Caraxes!" shouted Aenar, but the dragon didn't respond. "Caraxes!"

But nothing again, and Aenar know that he needs to reach that man with the horn and kill him. So, knowing that the scorpions are all destroyed, with drawn sword he runs the way where the man went.

He runs for a while till he reaches a fortress, not very big, but sized enough to hid men inside and to be defended. And it seems the walls were made of wood.

The gates were opened, and Aenar was ready to get in, knowing perfectly that it may be a trap, but in that same moment, Caraxes landed right behind him.

"Caraxes!" shouted, Aenar raising his visor, heading immediately towards his dragon who bends his head, and starting to release sounds of laments as if something had hurt him, and Aenar, taking off his metal glove, caress the dragon.

"Well, well, well… a dragon in flesh and bones," came a metallic voice, and turning around, he saw that it was the man with the horn, and Aenar took the battle position, with Caraxes, hissing behind him. "I never thought I'd be lucky enough to see one alive in my lifetime."

"Who are you?"

"Well, that is a good question. Who Am I? Well, I am seed of the dragon just like you, only not from your house," the man said, taking off his helmet revealing silver-blonde hairs.

"From what house are you from?" asked Aenar pointing the sword, but the man in return draws out his sword.

"I'm sure you are here for the Tyroshi woman," the man said, "Let's make a deal. You fight me till the first drop of blood will fall. If you win, I will bend the knee to you and will free the women. If you lose, I will have your dragon and you will throw yourself into the sea."

"Deal. But first, call back your beast."

"So, your fleet can land? No way," the man replied, laughing, "The beast knows only my ships. If you win you will have it and will have the beast too."

"Let's end it. But first, tell me your name," said Aenar taking his position and lowering the visor of the helmet.

"If you win you will know," the man said, taking the helmet from the ground and putting it on.

Well, he was a man sure of his victory it seems, and that can be used against him. Arrogance is the man's worst flaw.

He was studying his opponent, trying to anticipate his first step. The young dragon, according to rumours, was trained by the great Arthur Dayne, a man he knew only by reputation because of his status as a bastard, but when words came regarding his death, he was still young.

His advantage was Truth, the valyrian sword of House Rogare, but he could see that the young Targaryen had one too.

"What it is boy? Are you afraid to fight me?" he said, trying to lure hi to attack, "Once you are dead I will ride your women till the end-"

The boy attacked him immediately with furry, and Aurane was laughing behind the helm at the boy's uncontrolled attacks, and dogging one of the attacks, Aurane, with a turning hit him on the armour, which strangely didn't break as usually should have, but the boy fell to the ground anyway because of the force.

Despite his armour, the hit was so powerful that Aenar was struggling to get up. He tried a few times, but another blow came. Then another and another.

He was exhausted. The back was hurting, but despite the pain, he will never stop. He will try to get up, win, and kill that wreck of a man that enslaves people.

Hearing his dragon roar give him confidence, and so Aenar tried to get up, but his opponent pushed him to the ground again, however, this time he managed to give a hit, sadly the man backed immediately before Blackfyre hit him between the legs.

"I see you want to play dirty," said the man raising his visor, and that little distraction of his give Aenar the possibility to get up from the ground, using all the strength he has.

"Good. I never liked the easy fights." Said the man, trying to attack him, and in the meantime speaking. "As a bastard, I had to climb the mountains to make my way in this world but –"

Aurane couldn't finish that the boy throws at him dust from the ground, and so he could see nothing. He tried to hit with the sword, but the only thing he hit was the air.

And after that, he felt knocked to the ground, and the boy started to hit him like a mad man on the armour before Aurane yelled, "I surrender!" As the blurred vision started to clear.

Aenar was breathless getting up from the man who was lying on the ground and picking up Blackfire before pointing it at his neck, "you better tell me your name, and free the woman before I cut your throat."

The man swallowing nodded, and said, my name is Aurane Waters, bastard of the drift mark."

"Now get up and led me to the women."

"I warn you. To take them away from her- "

"I will take your ships," interrupted him Aenar knowing perfectly well what the man wanted to say. "The Horn. Where is it?"

"You mean the Dragonbinder that cost the lives of two men of my crew to bind your dragon, or the Celtigar Horn to control the leviathan?" asked Aurane Waters as he kept, walking towards the little fortress, never losing sight of what was around him.

"The Dragonbinder is on land, not far away from here," Waters said, "and here is Celtigar horn." He said showing to him, and Aenar really wondered how he got this horn since he was a bastard of another house.

They entered the fortress, and now he could see that it wasn't really a proper castle but more a nest of caves.

Behind him, Aenar could hear Caraxes landing on the wooden walls of this fortress, and that gives him enough confidence to fight whoever was inside.

"I hope you aren't leading me in a trap."

"Why should I?" he asked, glancing behind, and Aenar didn't respond keeping looking around. He has his sword anyway, and besides that Aenar didn't take off his helmet, but rose his visor so he could breathe better. The men on the other hand were without a helmet since it fell down when he knocked him to the ground.

"Where did you get this sword?" Aenar asked, a very precious object, and he doubts someone would gift it since it was a valyrian steel.

"I won it…at dice if I remember correctly. On one of my travels to Lys."

"And dose Lys accept the Lord of the Waters and his beast?"

"No one knows who the Lord of the Waters is, and the Leviathan I only use do destroy the fleets of the rival pirates."

"Did you capture some important pirates?"

"I did. But they are dead," Waters responded, stopping at an entrance. "After this door, there are the women, but I warn you. They aren't their best state." And bent down to take a clock putting it over his armour, and then the hood up.

Opening, he saw that it was a very big cave room, and the woman were all chained.

"You are a monster," Aenar said, pointing the sword at his throat. "If I didn't need you to control the beast, I would have killed you right here"

"But you do need me," Water said, smirking under the hood.

"Free them al let's end this," said Aenar with the sword still pointed at the neck.

"Yes, yes…" Waters sighed, starting to free them, and as he was looking at them, Aenar could see how frightened they were by him and the distrust in their eyes towards him. And Aenar didn't blame. He could only imagine what this beast did to them.

Four days later...

Tyrosh

Ethenaine e gli uomini erano sbaraccati a poca distanza dalla città e poteva vedere in lontananza la Compagnia delle rose accampata fuori dalla città. Egli ha mandato un uomo a chiedere un incontro con il loro leader.

When he saw his men return Ethenaine immediately went towards him. "So? Did they accept a meeting?"

"Yes, commander. The Twins will come here, under the white banner, of course."

"Good," Ethenaine said, heading towards the tent that was raised and where the Targaryen princess was. Entering, he saw her caressing the dragon, and filling himself a goblet of Myrish red wine, he said, "The twins accepted a meeting, and they are coming here."

"Good," the princess said, sitting on the great couch, "I know what you want to say, but don't worry, Arthur. I'm not afraid of them."

The princes informed them when the camp was made that she wanted to be the one to deal with the Company, even though Ethenaine had some doubts regarding her abilities to stand up to two sellswords.

They waited for a very long time before the commanders of the Company of the roses arrived at their tent, and with an escort of twenty men. It seems that the White Banner wasn't enough of protection.

As she was sitting, Daenerys saw the so-called twins came into the tent, and if she wants to be honest, they didn't look so much alike. However, they were two of the tallest and biggest men she had ever seen. At least regarding that the stories are true.

One of the men had his long hairs braided and, in a bun; on his forehead, there was a mark that she didn't recognize. He was wearing a breastplate, with dark features adorned with golds, and under it, a dark chainmail, while at his hips, she could see that there was a sword on one side and a small war ax at the other side. Over the armour he was wearing a cape with a fur, that she didn't know of what was made.

The other man instead, was wearing a silver armour that seems to have a golden round on his abdomen, and under the armour there as the same kind of chainmail, while at the hips he had tied the sword and chained balls was hanging. His hairs were left wildly, while the beard was whiter and pointier. He had the same kind of Cape over the armour.

"Commander Ethenaine, princess Daenerys, allow me to present the twins commanders of the Company of the Roses, Thorkilt and Thorkwin."

"So, you are the commander of the golden company?" asked Thorkwin, the man with the mark on his forehead approaching Ethenaine. "I swear I hear that the commander was much younger and much handsome than you."

"No. Commander Aenar isn't here. He put me in charge of the army."

The man grinned, moving away, and patting his brother's shoulder, whispering something to his ear.

"And who's the girl?" asked the other and Daenerys didn't miss the glance he gives to Syrax. She was still trying to gather all the confidence to speak, but was a bit afraid to make a wrong step.

"Does she have a tongue?" asked the marked one, grinning and approaching her, and Daenerys could hear Ser Arthur next to her starting to unleash his sword. "Would like her to give my cock a lick, from balls to tip."

However, she with a confident voice, and with the queenly mask that her mother told to wear to trick the men, said, "Are you here to surrender or see the face of those who will put their sword up through your asses?"

Thorkwin started laughing, moving away, and saying, "I like the confidence of this little girl with her cutting tongue. Can't wait to shove my big cock down your throat."

And at that, Syrax immediately hissed at him, and the scales from his neck rose up. The man immediately becomes worried, but she, bringing her hand to her dragon, said, caressing, "You have till sunset to surrender. After that, we will bring fire and blood on everyone who stands between us and Tyrosh."

The other man, Thorkilt if she wasn't mistaken, looking at Ethenaine asked, "Does she talks for the Golden company."

"Yes. Our commander will be here by sunset with the remaining of our fleet and the big dragon," replied Ethenaine approaching the twins. "So, if you want to see the dawn of the next day, you better surrender and leave this island."

The twins looked at each other and the marked one said, "We will see each other in battle, old knight. And you girl, be ready and wet to welcome my bloody cock when this battle is won."

With that, the twins left the tent and she heard Ethenaine saying, "I doubt they will be so confident at the sight of Caraxes."

"News from him?" she asked a bit worried for her husband. The place where he went was even more dangerous than Tyrosh since they didn't know who the enemy was.

"No. But don't worry. I'm sure he is alright," replied Arthur, and she nodded hoping that he was right.

Tyrosh was in great turmoil when news arrived regarding the landing of the Golden Company on the island and rumors of dragons in the camp. But most of all, they began to worry when word came that the commanders of the Company of the Roses were heading for the enemy's camp.

Myr's fleet was blocking the harbor at a distance of course, but she still had no word from Aenar regarding the women of the rebels, so they were not yet in position.

If she still will not have news from Aenar and the battle broke out, Rhaella will be forced to reveal herself and go and speak with the Archan and the Conclave of the magistrates, to persuade them to yell the city and open the gates.

"Are you well, Your Grace?" asked Ser Barristan as he approached her.

"Yes. Only concerned about the battle. The walls of this city are unbreakable and without Caraxes, I doubt the Golden Company will be able to breach them."

"Yes, but-"

Suddenly they heard a knock at the door and Ser Barristan drew his sword, but the voice on the other side said, "I am Zarrontal Toraq."

Rhaella nodded and the old knight went to the door, opening it, and she saw the rebel leader enter with two others, one of whom was the man with long hair who was the most hostile towards her.

"Any news from your lover?" he asked.

"No. But when you see the dragon flying over the city, you'll know he's here and your women and daughters too."

"Or it will be a trick!" spat the man with the long hairs looking at her. "A trick to make us fight your wars!"

"Enough, Akleil. If the woman says the proof will be him flinging over the city, then I believe her," said Zarrontal. Then approaching her he added, "But if she is tricking and using us, will pay the highest price."

With that, the man left, followed by the others, and the last one to leave was the one named Akleil.

And she turned her attention back to the city. She really hoped that he will succeed.

Thorkwin deployed the men when sunset came, having received news that there was moving in the enemy camp, and he was sure they would attack soon.

"Maybe we should have surrendered and left this damn island," said his brother Thorkilt, as he looked upward, and Thorkwin certainly did not blame him. What power do they have against a dragon? It was like saying a man defied a god. What chance would he have?

"What's done is done, brother. We fight as best as we can, and we still have a possibility to win."

"Yes, we can win," said Thorkilt, looking towards the walls where the men with the bows were, hoping that their aim would be good, and then he looked towards the enemy army, which had a small contingent of knights lined up on the sides, mixed infantry in the middle and archers in front. "We just have to hold this position and lure them into the range of the archers."

Half an hour later...

The wait was agonizing, the enemy didn't want to attack and his men on the line were losing their patience.

Suddenly, Thorkwin heard a loud roar coming from above, and looking up into the sky, he saw something flying towards them like a shadow, and at great speed, only to realize then that it must be the dragon.

"THE DRAGON!" shouted his brother, Thorkilt, at the scorpions that were on the wall, but it was too late. The dragon spat a trail of fire on the walls behind them, killing the supporting archers, destroying the two scorpions, only to return, and set a second trail of fire this time on their vanguard.

The archers of the Company of the Roses, although they tried to hit the dragon, were useless. And It seemed that the beast was protected by some kind of armour on the chest, head, and neck, and once it trapped them in the middle of two fires, Thorkwin could see in the distance the enemy army advancing slowly, almost as if they were in no hurry, while his burning men rolled on the ground, to extinguish the fire.

Daenerys was in the camp, with Arthur and Jorah beside her, watching as her husband on Caraxes brought fire on their enemies, and she was also a little worried if she had to be honest. The enemy has scorpions and Caraxes, beside the armour was still young.

"Don't worry, Princess. Nothing can resist dragon fire. Remember the stories of Harrhenal," said Ser Arthur, while the Golden Company, at Ethenaine's Commandos and other captains, was advancing.

Yes, Harrhenal. Viserys told her that story many times. How Aegon burned Harren inside the largest castle Westeros has ever seen.

But this wasn't Harrhenal, and Caraxes wasn't Balerion the Blackdread, a dragon of a hundred years, born in Valyria.

After he had blocked the Company of Roses between two lines of fires, and destroyed the walls with the archers, so that they could not attack his men, Aenar left the battlefield in front of the city and turned his attention to the sea battle that was taking place in the harbor among his fleet, under the command of Sargone Pyke, an Iron Born man, and very good captain of ships, and that had been exiled in Essos; and the fleet of Tyrosh, assisted by the ships of Westeros.

Some of his ships, at least those equipped with siege weapons such as catapults at a certain distance, began to throw flaming balls at the enemy ships, and some of them reached the city, hitting homes, and he could see the citizens running for cover, but in addition to that, there was also a battle within the city itself, surely between the slaves and perhaps the other guards.

He didn't want to use Waters' beast because he didn't trust the man that much, and he didn't want to destroy all of Tyrosh's ships either. He needed them.

But refocusing on the enemy, Aenar continued his assault. At least on those that came from Westeros.

Thorkwin and his brother tried to get the men back in line without success, and this gives the possibility to the enemy to take them in full force and kill them easily.

At the sight of his men falling under the swords of the Golden Company, Thorkwin heard his brother shout several times. "WE SURRENDER!"

But he was suddenly knocked down by a horse, and before he lost consciousness, Thorkwin saw that the one on the horse had long blonde hairs. It was the one that was in charge of them.

An hour later...

Thorkwin started to wake up, feeling coldness around his wrist, and opening his eyes, he saw that he was in chains and kneeling in line, like everyone from his company.

Looking at his left, he saw his brother, stripped of armour and weapons too, asking, "What happen Thorkilt?"

"What do you think? We lost, and now are in chains," replied Thorkilt, moving his gaze towards the ones who were on the horse. "He must be the one."

"Yes, I think that too. But in all his mightily, he is just a boy. Not older than 15, without true experience," said Thorkwin.

"Fight three battles and two Khals is enough of experience I would say," Thorkilt replied, as he was hit by a man.

"Silence!"

Aenar was on his black stallion, Winterstorm, with Daenerys, beside him on her mare, named White Mane, before the gates of Tyrosh with the Golden Company behind him; some of his captains, as well as Arthur and Ser Jorah, were next to them.

The women of the rebels were still on the ships, outside the harbour and protected by his fleet and by he tships of Aurane Waters, while the rebels took the city in his name, and Aenar hoped during this internal battle Rhaella would be safe.

He also looked at the men of the Company of the Roses who were in chains and kneeling. He will need to have a word with them and maybe send them to the wall, to join the Night's Watch.

When the gates opened, Aenar saw the dark-skinned men without hairs coming out, quite bloodied, and wielding two swords, followed by many other men. He must be Zarrontal Toraq, the leader of the slave rebellion.

"The city is your commander," said the man, stepping aside, pointing his sword toward the inside. Aenar nodded, snapping the reins and heading in, as Caraxes rose up in flight over the city.

They rode through the bloodied streets of Tyrosh, heading toward the center, and where the palace of the Conclave of the Magister of Tyrosh was.

Having arrived at his destination and without getting off his horse, Aenar saw the Arcane alongside the Magisters on their knees, with the swords, of mercenaries it seems, pointed at their throats.

"Arcane of Tyrosh. Step forward," said Aenar drawing his sword, and going with his horse from side to side.

Then after a few seconds, he stepped forward, a man of late age, sturdy, but with fine clothes and a joyful expression, though the moment was bad. He had orange and short hairs, with a forked beard.

Kneeling, with his head bowed and his hands intertwined, the man said, "My name is Moreo Sadaris, Archon of Tyrosh."

"So, you are the one that sent the ships to attack Myr?" asked Aenar, approaching him with the horse, and with the sword raised his head.

"Yes, but it wasn't my fault. It was the conclave that forced me to do it," the man said, almost wanting to plead.

With that, Aenar turned his attention to the conclave of Magisters who were the wealthiest and most influential people of Tyrosh.

"So, you are the one that attacked my city," he said pointing Blackfyre. "I should cut your troths for harming my wife. But since I'm of gentle heart I'll leave your fate in my queen's hand." Aenar said, moving away and towards Daenerys, to hear her decision on the matter.

She looked at him for a moment, and once he nodded, Aenar saw her take a breath, before approaching the Magister. Then from the top of her white mare, and with the sunset lighting her, his wife said, with a high and confident tone so that everyone could hear, "for attacking Myr and for plotting with the usurper that sits on the Iron Throne, you are stripped of all your rights, of your fortune and of your status as magister and merchant of the free City of Tyrosh. Your wealth will be split between the people of the city, the free slave and the citizens, and the men and women who fought for us." Then turning to the people that had gathered, Daenerys said, "from this day on the free City of Tyrosh will be ruled by a council chosen by everyone who lives in the city. And the council will obey only to the king of the Stepstones and the narrow sea, Aenar of House Targaryen."

As Daenerys was making her speech, Aenar looked at his wife with eyes full pried. She really was born to be a queen, and in that instant, his gaze was caught by Rhaella, who smiled. He will have to thank her properly once they will be alone because, without her, they will have had no chance in taking and hold this city.

Now, with Tyrosh under his rule, the Stepstones and all the relative commerce will be his. But only one city remains to be conquered before sailing to Westeros. Lys. But he has a feeling that once the words regarding Tyrosh will reach them, the conclave will crawl to him.