"Unbowed, unbent, unbroken, those are our words. You may burn us my lady, but you will not bend us. This is Dorne. You are not wanted here. Return at your peril."

Those were the words that Princess Meria Martell had told Rhaenys when they had met last. Dorne was the only region who were yet to be conquered by Aegon. Till now the conquest had gone just as they had wanted. The Riverlands, Stormlands, Westerlands, The Reach, North and The Vale were all under them, won through either battle or words. As was the thing with Aegon, if he set his mind to it, he'd accomplish it in any manner. The only opposition was Dorne, that remained defiant in the face of it all. Rhaenys couldn't help but respect them for it. But it was getting annoying at the same time.

Rhaenys had come back as promised and as she promised, she put Dorne to fire, or started to. She drew first blood in this war by burning Planky Town. Orys had led a thousand knights up the Boneway, while Aegon led a strong thirty thousand men through The Prince's Pass. Lord Harlan Tyrell, The Warden of The South led nearly two thousand men. But the problem was that The Dornish hid, burning everything so the marching armies had no food, shelter or a place to rest. Many died in the march, good men dying from thirst and hunger. Orys was captured alongside the stormlands lords, to ransom later. But it fared well for Aegon, who had spilt his armies before and headed his own way, winning one battle after the other until he found no Meria Martell at Dorne, but Rhaenys. They thought they had won the war, but on their return to Kings Landing had heard that Dorne was taken back by those that had fled. Dorne was once more in enemy hands.

And on it went and Rhaenys found herself tiring from it all. Maybe after this battle, she could retire to raise her son Aenys, who was only three then. Dorne was their last enemy she knew, all others had bent the knee to them. Hellholt was before them, a place they had come across quite a few times. Aegon had put the place to flame but they still stood defiant.

As Meraxes banked above Hellholt, green flames burst into the scene and engulfed the entirety of Hellholt. Men screamed and Rhaenys turned her eyes to the source of it. It was a dragon, obviously, with coal black scales. Its flames were a vibrant emerald, tinged with streaks of black. Her first thought was that it was Balerion from the size of the beast. But the flames were the wrong colour, and it was much bigger than the Black Dread terrifyingly. Hellholt castle was reduced to molten stone and the sand surrounding it turned to glass. But the dragon did not stop there. Rhaenys watched in fascination as the green flames swallowed up the town around Hellholt castle, reducing them to ash and the sand into glass. The dragon did not stop, flying away with Rhaenys following after it on Meraxes'back. Yronwood was next, reduced to ash and glass. A similar fate fell Kingsgrave, Blackmont, Starfell and Sandstone. All of them burned and all of the sand turned to glass. The people tried their defences, letting loose what looked like scorpion bolts. The large dragon dodged expertly and while Rhaenys was entranced, Meraxes too dodged the bolts being shot at her. Finally, the dragon stopped as night fell. But there was no darkness, not when the dancing green flames illuminated the night.

The large dragon circled the ground before finally landing, Meraxes landing before it at a respectable distance. Rhaenys got off her dragon and watched as a dragonrider got off the dark dragon. He wore armour that was completely black, a similar shade to the dragon's scales. He had a helm on in the shape of a dragon's head and a black cape fluttered as the desert wind blew. A sword was strapped to his side, a bastard sword. When he took his helm off, Rhaenys felt herself choking up.

The man was a Valyrian, proven by his silver-gold hair that was neatly tied into a ponytail. He was muscled, not as much as Aegon but e was as tall as him. And when he smiled at her, lilac eyes shining against the green of the flames, she couldn't help herself. She broke into a run, tackling the man for a hug. The man caught her and spun on the spot.

"Someone missed me."

"Shut up, Maelor."

The Queen had dearly missed her twin, who had flown off to Valyria of all places. For months she had thought him dead when news came that a Valyrian with a dragon was selling Valyrian Steel weaponry and other fineries to different parts of Essos. None of the siblings doubted that it was Maelor. And as more news about their brother came, she grew prouder by the minute. Her normally meek brother had restored an old Valyrian town, made it his home and was helping it rise to some form of glory. The most pride she felt was when she heard of the Green Sea, the lands that formerly belonged to The Dothraki. Maelor alone had killed them all and wiped them from the map. A very conqueror-like thing he had done, Aegon had commented with a fond smile.

"We can't stay here long" Maelor spoke and Rhaenys looked to her twin. There was anxiety in her brother's eyes. That had been a common thing even before he had left. She found herself looking at them fondly. "There are Dornish ready to strike at any moment."

Rhaenys pulled away from her twin, knowing that the man was not wrong. She returned to Meraxes and mounted her dragon, while Maelor mounted his own, Cannibal if she was not wrong. He didn't have a saddle on him she noticed. Cannibal took to the skies first and Meraxes followed. It might have been an unsaid thing between the dragons, Meraxes following Cannibal. When the larger dragon rose, so did she and when he descended, she followed. Rhaenys saw the destruction that Cannibal and Maelor had caused, but all she felt was a sense of victory. Dorne was in for a rude awakening.

The reports from Dorne were more than he had expected. Rhaenys had been sent to sack Hellholt and send a message. But Hellholt wasn't just sacked, the entire town surrounding it burned with it until all that was left were molten sand and ash. The desert sand was reduced to glass from the flames. Similar reports came about Kingsgrave, Blackmont, Starfell, Sandstone and Yronwood. Aegon had sacked those places before, but they had been reclaimed by the Dornish. And now suddenly almost half of Dorne's power was ash. He was ecstatic of course, but he was also curious. Meraxes while an adult dragon, did not have the power that Balerion and Vhagar had. Or maybe the dragon had been holding back on them all this time. Whatever it was, Dorne was served a strong reminder of what House Targaryen could do.

He heard a shout from outside and then a boy came to inform him that dragons were on the way. Dragons? Visenya and Vhagar had returned already. Maybe they had seen Vhagar hunt and thought that another one was making its landing. Regardless Aegon exited his chambers to meet his sister-wife. He froze at the sight outside. There were two dragons alright, one was Meraxes and the other almost bigger than Balerion. Beside him, Visenya froze as well and the two watched as the dragons landed. Rhaenys got off Meraxes and rushed to greet Aegon and Visenya. Aegon returned the embrace and when Rhaenys stepped aside, his eyes fell on the man that descended from the other dragon's back. The dark dragon took to Sky right away and flew away somewhere. But the man was still there and Aegon was grinning like a madman.

"Hello, brother" Maelor smiled as Aegon rushed to him. The older brother embraced the younger one and felt the man stiffen. Aegon had to laugh at that. It wasn't always that the brothers embraced.

"It's good to see you again," Aegon said, pulling back from his brother. "We have so much to catch up on."

"Not yet" Maelor shook his head and Aegon frowned. Ï have something important to talk to you about. All three of you. But not here. Dragonstone, please."

Aegon shared a look with his wives, all of them frowning deeply. But the conqueror nodded in the end and all four climbed on their dragons and made the short trip to Dragonstone.

Now at the chamber with the painted table, Aegon watched his younger brother pace, frown and take a deep calming breath. The man was unsure of how to word his thoughts, something he was prone to do when he got nervous.

"I went to Valyira" Maelor began. And from there he went on to explain what the state of Valyria was, and what he found there other than the Valyrian Steel artefacts and weapons. At the mention of the Artefacts, Maelor presented them all with gifts. To Rhaenys he gave various jewellery while Visenya got the same and a few kinds of knives. For Aegon, he brought enough Valyrian Steel to arm his armies. Though they were still on the way in a ship, under the watchful eyes of Wolf. Wolf was an Unsullied, Aegon learned and was disappointed that his brother practised slavery. But Maelor assured him that any slaves he bought were freed and they stuck to him out of their own wishes. That placated the King.

But that had not been all. He had brought back various books, one of which contained secrets of forging Valyrian Steel. The last book was the only one that Maelor brought himself, the rest with Wolf and the ship that was bringing the rest. Visenya took the book to study it. Aegon had no doubt she would be trying to replicate the making of Valyrian Steel.

"Now onto the darker things I've learned," Maelor said and the moment of joy that had built up dampened. Maelor told them about the last excursion into Valyria, the tower and the vision. Aegon clutched Rhaenys' hand when he learned that she would have died at Hellholt had Maelor not gotten there. His horror only grew as Maelor went into the fate of his line, how kin would slay kin, how the dragons would die and how House Targaryen would be reduced to just two. But when Maelor went into the talk about the threat from beyond the world, all three siblings shifted in their seats.

"You knew?" Maelor's accusing tone made him sheepishly nod. He expected an outburst but all Maelor did was sigh. "The wall right now is fine as is. The future won't be kind to it. Talk with Stark and see if what can be done" was all he said. Aegon was a little surprised at his answer.

"You're not angry that we hid the secret from you?" Rhaenys asked.

"More disappointed than angry" Maelor confessed. "But the past is the past. If we don't act right, House Targaryen will be in ruin, and so would all of Westeros" he explained.

"You have told us everything" Visenya spoke, "and we are very thankful for it."

"What are you thankful for?" Maelor raised an eyebrow, "you're family, why wouldn't I come to your aid?"

Visenya smiled at the answer, as did Rhaenys. Aegon too was smiling, but his head was a clutter of thoughts. "Now what?" he finally asked. "What do we do from here? What will you do? Are you staying? Because I'd prefer it if you remained here and help us. But I won't hold you back should you decide to return to your kingdom."

"I don't have a Kingdom" Maelor rolled his eyes.

"The title of "King of The Green Flames" would like to differ" Visenya pointed out.

"I hate that title" Maelor grumbled. "No, I'm not returning. My representative from The Iron Bank is looking over my businesses in Oros, so I'm not worried about it. All profit, after being split between me and my people, will be stored in The Iron Bank under my name. I was able to get that much done before I left. I would have come a lot sooner otherwise. Wolf after he leaves my things here will return to Oros and continue to guard the city. He will train more guards to take their place once his time comes. I'm staying, to look after you three because you don't do that enough."

Aegon laughed at the accusation. He didn't deny it either. There were times when they would overlook things and it would come to bite them. The first 'victory' over Dorner was one example. And Rhaenys' possible death was another. "It would make me feel secure to have you look after our backs," he said with a smile. "Lord Crispian Celtigar passed away a few months prior. I have yet to find a replacement for him on the council. You have proven yourself adept with coin in hand. I would name you my Master of Coin."

Maelor grinned at that. "That makes things easier than. Your capital sucks. I don't know how anyone has not brought it up. But it needs to do better as the centre of The Seven Kingdoms. I will take up the project of reforming and bettering it, as you Master of Coin of course."

"I am not King of The Seven Kingdoms yet" Aegon pointed out. "Dorne remains a thorn in my side still."

"Don't worry about Dorne. They've been left weaker than they have ever been. They'll be part of The Seven Kingdoms, or end up being erased from history" the smile on Maelor's face made a shiver run down Aegon's spine, but not out of fear. He felt a renewed sense of confidence. "Dorne aside, I have plans. Originally they were for Oros, but I'm more than willing to set up the capital in this image."

Maelor pulled out a giant parchment from the bag he had been pulling along with him since he brought it to Dragonstone strapped to Cannibal. He unrolled the parchment and revealed the sketch of a city with a lot more details.

"Is this-"

"Valyria's city plan" Maelor finished the sentence for his brother. "Or at least a very small part of it. The other parts were too worn and crumbled when I touched them. This is but a small part but it shows how the city was constructed for the small folks, the road structures and all that. I can talk with builders and adjust it to Kings Landing. The Port needs work too but I've seen first-hand how to do that when The Port at Oros had been built so I can add to it as well. We're going to need the best builders, I hope you have the coin in the royal treasury for that."

"I believe we can accomplish this" Aegon smiled. "You will get on working on this on the morrow. But be prepared because at my call you will join us to fight in the war. Understood?"

"Perfectly" Maelor smiled, rolling his parchment up again. "Now, I'm going to bed because I am tired. Hopefully, my room has not been turned into something else" he smiled and walked out of the room, pulling the bag along with him. Visenya excused herself and went after Maelor had left. Aegon knew Visenya had a lot more questions for their brother.

"I could have died" Rhaenys' shaky voice broke Aegon out of his thoughts. Beside him Rhaenys looked tired, legs shaky. He caught him before she could have fallen. "Aegon I could have died had Maelor not saved me."

"You're here," he said softly, pulling his wife into him, hugging her close. "You're here, you're alive. You were saved before the worse could have happened."

"I don't want to fight" Rhaenys whispered so softly that Aegon almost missed it. "I don't want to fight anymore. I can't risk dying and leaving Aenys all alone. I can't risk leaving you all alone."

"You won't" Aegon held her tighter. "You don't have to fight anymore. You can stay back, raise our son and spend your days here or the capital once it's finished being built."

Rhaenys silently held onto her husband, completely leaning into him for support. She sobbed for a while but eventually, she did calm and when she did, she wanted to change the subject. "You should have seen Maelor in Dorne. He burned everything in his path, he and Cannibal."

"Cannibal did all that on his own?" Aegon asked, a little shocked. When he had seen two dragons land, he had assumed Meraxes and Cannibal had done it together. To hear that only one dragon had done it, he was starting to think that he should take a restock of his brother's prowess and his dragon's capabilities. "Tell me about it all. I want to hear how good our little brother has gotten."

Rhaenys went on to relay her experience in Dorne, everything she had seen. Aegon listened, reacted and took it all in. But most importantly he was happy. He was happy he had not lost the love of his life, he was happy that his estranged brother had returned. House Targaryen was complete once more, the world will not stand a chance against them.