Author's note. A thousand apologies for this wait, it was never meant to take this long, so to make up for it, I extended it to include what was meant to be the next chapter. I hope this makes up for it so enjoy and apologies again.

The Last Storm

Aegon marched his entire army into the Stormlands. Following the lead of the lords of Massey's hook, the Houses Wendwater, Sunglass and Rambton had also joined Aegon. The powerful houses Vypren and Vance had met with Aegon the moment he landed. Aegon was no fool though, he knew they were only here to get revenge on House Blackreyne for exiling them. Still they had provided a substantial amount of men and Aegon would take all the men he could get.

These houses bolstered Aegon's forces to 14,000 men, yet it was still small compared to Argilac's 30,000. Most of Argilac's men were hardened veterans from wars with the Dorne and the Reach. But Aegon had dragons and that was good enough for him. The letter Dalton sent made Aegon more determined than ever to stop Argilac before he could join King Dalton.

House Wendwater offered to guide Aegon's forces down their namesake river. This would allw Aegon to cut through Argilac's kingdom without facing much opposition from forces in the kingswood.

This proved to be a saving grace. Argilac had sent the Bastard of Blackhaven with 2,000 men into the Kingswood to harass Aegons men as they made their way through the kingswood. By uon seeing the Tarrgaryen ships in the Wedwater river ruined this plan. After sailing some distance, Aegon's forces dismounted and marched on Bronzegate. Argilac had called on all his forces in the Stormlands leaving only a token force to defend his lords castles. Bronzegate quickly fell to the Targaryens and Aegon used it as a base of operations in the Stormlands.

When Argilac heard of the fall of Bronzegate, he was enraged that this dragonlord would dare occupy one of his castles. Feeling that his priority was to defend his kingdom, Argilac changed his course. Just south of Bronzegate was four steep hills that overlooked the land in all directions. Argilac decided to make his stand here. As soon as Argilac reached the hills he began fortifying them with earthen walls, ditches and spike. Argilac garrisoned 7,000 men on three of the hills, led by his best commanders, the Lords Buckler, Fell and Errol. The fourth and final hill was commanded by Argilac himself and Dickn Morrigen with 9,000 men.

Aegon seeing this felt that it was time to strike and began marching on the hills along with his three dragons. Aegon planned to descend upon them from the sky and rain fire on the Storm King's men. But things rarely go according to plan, As Aegon's army approached the hills a massive storm that the land was infamous for erupted. The wind, rain and lightning was such that it forced the dragons to remain aground. As if to further hamper them, the wind and rain was blowing from the south into the faces of Aegon's army. Restricting their vision and movement. Nevertheless Aegon chose to attack, he knew Argilac knew the storms of his kingdom better than he did. The last thing he wanted was to give Argilac the chance to slip through during the storm.

The plan was set, since Argilac had divided his forces, Aegon decided to attack each hill one by he could not fly, Balerion was still formidable on foot. Aegon decided to use his dragons to trample each hill's defences while his men engaged the Stormlords. Due to the mud caused by the rain, Aegon had his men fight on foot and in light armour.

At Aegon's command, and the battle known as the Last Storm began. As expected, the storm made ascending the hill difficult, men got stuck in the mud and others were walking blind. Aegon's men were forced to stayed close to the dragons. The Dragons crushed the ditches, the trenches and the earthen walls like they were nothing. Once a path had been cleared the targaryens swarmed through the gap and engaged Durrendons. The fighting lasted from dawn and well into the night. The Durrendons fought well, inflicted heavy casualties on Aegon's forces But when faced with the Balerion then they began to falter. The storm turned out to cut both ways. The rain had wet the bowstrings of Argilac's archers rendering them useless. even if they could work, the storm gave poor vision keeping the archers from pinpointing the eyes of the dragons. So the Durrendonss resorted to other means hacking at the Dragon's forelegs trying to slice the wings. but the moment they got close Balerion bathed the area around him in fire. Durrendon forces were either burned or devoured by the beast.

One by one the hills fell before Aegon and his dragon. First the hill under Lord Errol, then the one under Lord Fell and finally Lord Buckler's hill. Thanks to Balerion, the Durrendons lost twice as many men as Aegon in taking the hills. Many retreated to Argilac's hill. Those that couldn't get away surrendered to Aegon.

Argilac now commanded the last hill with 16,000 men, Aegon had 8,000 men remaining. With a blow of the warhorn Aegon bagan his final assault on Argilac's hill. Balerion trampled through the final hills defences, but as the dragon turned to attack Argilac's men a thunderbolt struck him. At first Aegon thought nothing of it, but just a moment later another thunderbolt struck the beast. Then another, then another soon Balerion was being hammered mercilessly by a constant stream of lightning. Though they weren't fatal, it was enough to force the dragon off the hill.

Argilac witnessed this spectacle and wasn't sure what to make of it. The Storm King decided to use this to his advantage and turned to his men. "Do you see?" Argilac declared, "the gods are with us , they sent the gale to aid us in battle now they have driven Aegon's beast from us. We shall be victorious this day!" The site of seeing the dragon retreat revitalized the courage of Argilac's men and they charged at Aegon's men with fire in their hearts.

Aegon realized that the Durrendons had the fighting spirit back. He didn't know what to make of the storm but he knew that if victory was to be his Argilac Durrendon had to die. Together with Orys by his side, they fought their way towards the Storm King.

The4 two sides fought viciously with neither side gaining a clear advantage Argilac slew targaryen soldiers left and right and even slew some of the storm lords that had betrayed him.

Aegon spotted Argilac and charged just when he reached him, Aegon was slammed into the mud, Aegon got up with difficulty as the mud latched to his armour, When he finally got on his feet, Aegon found himself face to face with Lord Dickon Morrigan wielding a large axe with a cruel head.

"So you are the dragon king," Lord Dickon sneered, "not so mighty without your pet are you?"

"Mighty enough," Aegon quipped as the two men clashed.

After cutting through many stormlanders, Orys came face to face with the Storm King himself. On foot they met, Orys Baratheon in his Valyrian styled armor and Argilac in his iron and chainmail armor. The hardened veteran stood there holding a large mace with dozens of corpses at his feet. Orys gave the aging king a chance to surrender. Argilac spat at him and roared, "DAMNATION TAKE ME BEFORE I EVER SURRENDER TO SOME DRAGON'S BASTARD. With that said the Storm King charged. Orys stood fast with longsword in hand and kite shield at the ready.

Argilac struck first of course, he was taller than Orys by a full head and possessed stronger arms due to the martial practice of the Stormlands.

However most men who see themselves as strong tend to use their strength as a substitute for their skills, a fact Orys intends to counter.

King Argilac took a swing at Orys's head, intent on smashing the left side of his opponent's head only to be met by nothing but air as Orys lowered himself to avoid the blow and quickly slashed at the Storm King's exposed stomach.

The strike however was a mere glancing blow but enough to dent the iron plated armor Argilac wore into battle.

Quickly pivoting left he managed to escape to the right of King Argilac who saw Orys and attempted to swing his mighty mace in response.

Sadly heavy weapons such as maces and war hammers are incredibly slow no matter the size and Orys knew this as he brought his sword down on top of King Argilac's right elbow. The chainmail and iron did their job surprisingly well but not enough to protect the King from the bite of Orys' blade as the weapon cut across Argilac's protected elbow until it struck flesh.

Yelling in pain Argilac did not fight as a warrior would but a wild animal as he quickly swung his right arm across Orys's face. The blow strong enough to send poor Orys to the ground, his blade being thrown from his hand as the Storm King advanced with mace in hand, stalking towards his fallen foe.

Say what you will about the Storm King but none could deny that he was strong as Orys was stunned from the harsh blow of a man who could well be his Father in terms of age. However that did not mean Orys Baratheon would lay on the ground and wait for death as Argilac came closer, boasting as he walked.

"Not bad Baratheon I see now why the Dragon King named you his advisor. Perhaps I should send him your Hands as well along with a letter detailing how I broke his precious little brother." Argiliac shouted for all to hear until he hovered over Orys and prepared to end the battle with one quick smash across the breastplate.

Pity that Argilac did not bother to realize that Orys had his shield positioned in a way that he could bring it up in defense as any smart man would do.

Argilac soon learned however as brought down his mighty mace on top of Orys Baratheon's breastplate only to find a wooden shield had been brought up to protect it's wielder.

Orys held on tight against the leather straps of his shield, ignoring his blade as he felt the impact of Argilac's mighty weapon strike against his shield.

Had it been any other shield perhaps King Argilac would have smashed the simple wooden piece into splinters. Sadly Orys is a Commander in the service of House Targaryen and as such he was gifted with a Valyrian made shield complete with a thin layer of solid steel in the center.

Shocked that his strike failed to meet it's target Argilac was stunned for a moment, long enough for Orys to kick at the Storm King's left knee with all of his might, sending Argilac Durrandon to his knee and his chest on top of Orys's shield.

With all of his might Orys pushed Argilac aside, sending the Storm King toppling beside Orys as the Hand of the King rolled on top of Argilac and prepared to smash his face in with the weight of his shield.

Argilac however would not be defeated so easily, he was the Storm King, the most powerful man of the Stormlands. Not even the Gods could defeat his ancestors and neither will some bastard named Baratheon as Argilac drew the hunting dagger strapped to his belt and thrust it deep into the side of Orys Baratheon.

With a loud scream Orys halted his attack, allowing Argilac to toss his foe in a similar manner that he himself suffered not long ago.

Quickly Argilac searched for his weapon as Orys recovered, the hunting dagger was made to pierce flesh, not armor but still the weapon managed to pierce deep into Orys' side. The weapon was lodged in one of his ribs, more than likely keeping Orys alive ironically as he dropped his heavy shield from the weight. Next was his helm in order to allow Orys Baratheon to breath easier as the storm continued to rage above them.

Orys knew that Argilac was disarmed at the moment, no doubt searching for his weapon but at the moment Orys was in too much pain to care. The wound could be treated but the longer Orys fought, the harder it will be leaving the Hand of the King no choice but to finish the fight as he saw his blade lying on the muddy ground.

Reaching for the blade Orys felt the familiar touch of his blade as he rose to his feet, his left hand clutching at the wound as Argilac soon found his own weapon and prepared.

The Lords, knights, and footmen of both Durrandon and Targaryen stopped their own battles and watched as their commanders prepared to face each other in final combat.

Orys dazed with his side pierced, Argilac with a damaged right arm and his breastplate damaged around the belly. It was clear that both men took terrible wounds but their strength kept them alive as Argilac gave out one final war cry and charged at Orys Baratheon in hopes of ending their duel.

Yes the Stormlands would fall but at least Argilac would have the satisfaction of taking the only person Aegon Targaryen cared about other than his sister wives.

Almost immediately Argilac charged first but in his arrogance he ignored the fact that his mace felt heavy on his wounded arm. Orys saw it however, he saw that Argilac Durrandon made the mistake of any arrogant man, he failed to see his limitations.

Such a simple mistake allowed Orys to see that he could win now as he played defensive, Argilac will more than likely strike from the right as he always did.

He was right as Argilac swung his mace like a club and aimed for the head and like before Orys backed away only for Argilac to swing his mighty weapon back faster than before. It was as though Argilac had struck rubber and the weapon simply bounced back however Orys could see the pain in Argilac's eyes, beneath the smile etched on the Storm King's face.

Bringing his sword to meet his foe's own weapon Orys wasn't stupid enough to actually cross his blade with the head of Argilac's mace but instead aimed for the handle just above where Argilac's hand gripped the weapon.

Imagine the look on Argilac's face when he discovered that his mighty weapon had been stopped by a man using only one hand. Now imagine Orys' face over the fact that he even managed to do that without being sent skidding across the muddy battlefield.

Smirking Orys knew Argilac's wound had weakened his legendary strength to match that of Orys. So the Hand of the King pushed his blade to the side with all his might and sent the mace aside, allowing Orys to quickly jab at Argilac's face with the tip of his blade.

The face of the Storm King soon found itself replaced with the look of disbelief as Orys Baratheon managed to land a minor cut just below Argilac's right eye.

Backing away further Argilac attempted to gain some distance so he could use his weapon properly but Orys would not allow his advantage to go to waste and instead pushed forward.

Argilac defended as best he could, the fool continued to carry his shield in his left hand while his right continued to trip blood from his wound. As Orys pressed on his attack Argilac continued to defend himself as best he could, using his mace to parry countless strikes while using his shield to block the faster attacks.

When Orys struck with an overhead swing Argilac would block the blade with his mace handle or use his shield to parry the blow and counter with a mad swing in order to keep Orys at bay.

It did not take long before Orys saw an opening in Argilac's defenses, as Orys feigned weakness from his wound and lowered his blade. Argilac, seeing an opening struck Orys with the top of his mace, a powerful blow that would have more than likely caved in Orys' breastplate had he not moved side face to dodge the blow.

Argilac overextended his blow and paid for his mistake as Orys punched at Argilac's wound, sending a spike of pain throughout the Storm King's arm.

His might mace fell to the ground from the pain as Orys gripped Argilac's arm and pulled him forward, piercing Argilac's already damaged stomach plate.

The blade was no Valyrian steel blade but it was close enough of as the blade pierced through iron plate, chainmail, flesh and bone until Argilac found himself fallen to his knees, unable to feel his legs. The Stormlanders stared in disbelief as they saw their mighty king fall and could only look on in shocked silence

Orys knew pulling his sword free would be a wasted effort, the weapon was lodged deep within the Storm King's gut. Knowing this Orys saw Argilac's mace lying on the muddy ground not more than a few feet away and quickly reached for it. Orys Baratheon could feel the weight and power behind Argilac's weapon and while unfamiliar with the weapon knew that he merely needed to swing the weapon hard enough to kill Argilac Durrandon, the Last Storm King.

Orys stepped over the Storm King in truth he would have preferred to keep Argilac prisoner in order to force his people to surrender. So he chose to give the warrior king a final chance to surrender. "Surrender and I will spare you, Orys told Argilac.

Argilac glared at Orys defiantly and spat at his feet, "The Blackreynes will have you," he snarled.

Orys sighed he knew it wouldn't matter if Argilac was still alive or not because his days as a warrior are over and the worse dishonor for a warrior is to not grant them the mercy of death. Argilac never felt the blw from his own mace as it caved in his skull and turning his brains into pulp.

Argilac, Durrendon, the Last Storm King was dead, and with his death his remaining men either fled or surrendered. The Battle of the Last Storm had ended.

Argella

When word reached Argella of her father's death at the Last Storm she didn't wail or collapse. She simple walked awayto be by herself. Tyron simply held her as she wept quietly into his shoulder.

"Your Father died the way he lived," Tyron said assuringly. "On his own terms, I doubt he would of been content dying in a bed."

Argella nodded in agreement. Once her tears had been spent, Argella's face turned hard. "The Targaryens may have taken my father's life but they shall never take Storm's End." She declared with renewed determination.

Tyron nodded and the two locked lips, not fearing what lay ahead only knowing that whatever came they would do so together.

After Argilac's death it was only a matter of time before Aegon came to Storm's End. The would be king came not only with Balerion but also with Orys Baratheon riding with him.

Aegon Targaryen landed in the courtyard of Storm's End. Argella and Tyron were waiting for them armed and armoured. The garrison was out with Crossbows, longbows, spears and javelins. The ballistas on the battlements were aimed at the dragon. Aegon and his half brother dismounted and approached the Storm Queen and her husband.

"Your father, Argilac is dead," Aegon told Argella. "His host broken and his closest followers slain. Yield now and you shall not meet the same fate!"

A soft chuckle could heard, Aegon turned and found it coming from Tyron Blackreyne. The man stepped forward with a grin on his face. "What makes you think we shall meet a grusome fate my lord?"

Aegon turned to the young man and his expression darkened. Your walls are high and thick but they can't stop dragons Lord Blackreyne."

Tyron shrugged. "It's Lord Durrendon now, but you are correct these walls can not stop dragons, but they don't need to. The Children of the Forest granted House Durrendon with a shield over this castle. All the dragons in the world cannot break the power of the Ancients."

"That we will have to find out," Aegon declared. "I do not know these ancients, so I shall put your claim to the test."

"A test that you shall fail." Argella quipped

"If you refuse to surrender peacefully Lady Durrendon, then your castle and all within it shall be burnt asunder."

Argella's eyes narrowed. "You may take my castle Lord Aegon, but all you shall win is blood, bones and ashes."

Aegon stared down at the young woman with hard eyes, "so be it. I will give you until the sun sets tomorow." With that he mounted Balerion, Orys followed shortly but not before giving the Storm Queen an apologetic look

As Tyron and Argella went back inside, Tyron caught sight of Penrose glaring at them. The aged castellan seemd to be pondering switched between looking ad the dragon and at the couple. Tyron was not as learned as his brother, but he was still be able to sense the tell-tale signs of a coup. Fortunately he made sure to take certain percautions. The doors of most room had ben reinforced with steel, and bolts. He made sure Argella personal guard were properly equipped and as near the Queen as possible.

Captain Penrose and Tyron never got along, Penrose had hoped to be the one to become Argella husband but the Blackreynes ruined that plan. Also Penrose didn't like the idea of bowing to a woman even if she was the only child of his king. He was even less happy about her marrying a Blackreyne being from an Andal House.

Until now the only thing that stopped them from going at each other's throat was Argilac. Since Argilac was gone, the two men constantly bickered. Normally Penrose would object to a suggestion by Argella while Tyron always backed her decision. Penrose privately suspected that some of her ideas were influenced by her betrothed.

Now a Valyrian with three dragons was going to burn them all and the royals actually believed that they would be able to defy him. Penrose worshipped the seven, he didn't believe in any magic. Perhaps it was real, perhaps it was not But Penrose was not going to stand by and watch as Tyron and Argella see the Stormlands set ablaze.

The Storm's End consisted of 700 men, most of whom were with Penrose and the others could be persuaded. But not all the garrison would follow the plan notably the Antler Guard. House Durrendon had a personal guard of 200 men, Half had marched with Argilac to face Aegon while the other half stayed behind to safeguard the next Storm Queen. These men would fight to the death do defend the Durrendon family and would do so for Argella. Then there was Tyron's Guard which was not part of the garrison. When Tyron came to Storm's end, he was escorted by 66 Blackreyne soldiers, this included 60 heavy infantry and 6 Stranger's Sons. Like the Antler Guard they were steadfastly loyal to their liege and took orders only from him. Penrose was deep in thought, staging coup was considered treason and held great risk. He may get hanged by the Stormlords for turning against their queen. But that was better than burning alive.

That night Tyron and Argella made love again, though they had done this many times before, This time there was more passion in it than ever before. Though they were confident that the defences of their castle would hold. Something about being on the verge of dead caused them to be more adventurous. Afterwards the couple were basking in the afterglow of their activities. Tyron planted tender kisses all over her body while she caressed his muscles and cradled his head.

"We could flee you know?" Tyron said after a while. "if you have doubts, we can go to the Sentinal Isles where no one can touch us."

Argella smiled sweetly at him and shook her head, "This is my father's house my love," She said. "This is the birthright of my family," she placed a hand on her flat belly. "The birthright of our child," she added. "I will not abandon it to some Valyrian and his ilk."

Tyron returned the smile and pressed his lips to hers, "my beautiful black doe, that's why I love you." He ran his callouse fingers through her long black hair, before getting up from the bed to dress.

"Where are you going?" she wondered.

Tyron looked back at her. "Nowhere, he assured her. "Believe me I would rather stay in bed. But we are still at war, and I must prepare for the worse." He strapped his dual swords on, Tyron and his twin both wielded unusual swords. The blade was about 2 and a half feet long like a shortsword, however unlike the most sword, their weapons had an unusually long handle on them roughly about 1 and a half feet.

"You think the Targaryens will attack?" she asked. "His arm will have to grown long indeed to reach us here."

Tyron eyes turned sad, "it isn't Aegon that worries me Argella."

"Then whom?"

Tyron sighed, "fear can make a someone do terrible things and noe everyone in this castle is fond of our union especially not Captain Penrose.

"You think Penrose will kill you?" she asked horrified. "I've known Penrose since I was a girl, why would he ever betray me?"

"He desired you Argella," Tyron reasoned, "I've seen the looks he gives you."

Argella grimanced at the idea, Penrose was old enough to be her father, being in his late thirties. With that thought in her head she got up too and donned her battledress. Though she preferred her laces and silks, the garments Tyron had made for her gave her a harsh beauty that she found attractive. As she strapped on her jian sword, the noise of battle could be heard a rapping on the door was heard, Tyron unbolted the door and let in one of his Stranger's Sons. The man bowed to the royal couple before speaking to Tyron.

"My lord Tyron, the Castle garrison is in open revolt," he reported. "Captain Penrose is leading the traitors. They broke into the armoury and secured the top of the keep."

"What of my guard?" Argella asked with worry.

"Almost half have been slain, we have rallied as many as we could and are forming a defensive perimeter." He turned to Tyron, "What are your orders my lord?"

Tyron turned to his wife, Argella's face hardened. "I won't be penned up in a bedroom like a child. If we are to make a stand it should be in the throne room my birthright. It has only one enterance and enough room for us to fight."

Tyron turned to the guard and nodded, "you have your orders, now carry them out." The Stranger's Son nodded and rushed to relay the orders. Tyron walked to the corner of the room and pulled a bit of canvas over a particular Item. Tyron didn't trust anyone to read his raven scrolls to his family so he had brought his own personal raven. Tyron quickly wrote two letters one to Ciron and one to Dalton. He tied the messages to each of the raven's feet and sent it off.

Once Tyron and Argella had properly armed themselves. Slowly The Durrandon Loyalists escorted Argella and Tyron to the throne room. Tyron had some of the men go down to the store room to retrieve some supplies in case of a siege. After securing the enterance with bolts and braces they prepared for the coming assault. Tyron knew the doors wouldn't hold forever.

The situation left Penrose had a dilemma. Preferably he wanted to starve the loyalists into surrender. But If Tyron had manage to get word to his brother than he and the other conspirators would face the full might of House Blackreyne. Penrose wanted to prove his loyalty to King Aegon early on and he would not be able to do that with a siege within the castle. Another problem he faced was what to do about Tyron. If he lived he could return to ceclaim his place at Argella's side. But if they killed him they risked the wrath of his older brother Dalton as well as the man's vengeful twin. Penrose and his men brought up a heavy ram from the armoury made of oak and with a spiked iron head. After setting it up, the conspirators began pounding on the double doors.

The ramming seemed to past for hours. Each time the ram struck the doors Tyron could hear the sounds of the wooden braces and bolts creak and crack as they gradually began to falter. Once brace fell then another and another, soon the bolts started to break in half. Tyron's men formed a V formation with the wide part facing the doors. Finally Penrose's men gave one great heave and the double doors broken through. Without hesitation Penrose and his men pour through and the skirmish began.

Despite being heavily outnumbered, the loyalists fought well. The Antler Guard were among the finest warriors in the stormlands selected for their skill and unfavered loyalty. All of whom were heavily armoured knights armed with longswords and maces, which they dual wielded with devastating effect. For every Antler Guard they killed, Penrose lost three men. There was no point in comparing Tyron's guards let alone the Stranger's Sons. With their spears next to useless in these quarters, Tyron's heavy infantry turned to their warhammers and bastard swords.

In all his years Penrose nearly forgot how tough Arnor made their soldiers. But what disturbed him was that many of them were grinning as they fought. Tyron's men were having the time of their lives, they loved fighting. Despite heavy losses they manage to gradually overwhelm the loyalist forces. All that remained were Tyron, Argella, four Antler Guards and the Stranger's Sons. The Stranger's sons had dual ended swordstaffs, two Bastard Swords strapped to their belts and they were worth ten Antler Guards. Penrose had lost 400 men as a cost. Tyron and Argella stood before the throne while their remaining guards formed a tight circle around the royals. Penrose and his men surrounded them.

"You are outnumbered my lady," Penrose declared with a smirk. "Surrender and I will spare you and your precious lover."

Argella laughed coldly, "brave words from a spineless traitor."

"Even more from a dead Andal Maggot," Tyron added spitting at Penrose feet."

Penrose smiled dangerously, "Look around Lord Blackreyne, you have nowhere to go."

"If you trying to frighten me Captain Penrose, you will have to do better than that."

Penrose Laughed. "even if by some gods given miracle you and Argella do survive this, Aegon and his dragons will roast you all alive."

Tyron laughed, "if you harm me, you will not live long enough to enjoy it." Tyron paused for a moment in thought. "And if that dragon lover touches Agrella, My brother will feed him his own limbs."

"And pray tell how will he do that?" Penrose wondered.

Tyron's smile broadened, "my brother will find a way, he always does?"

"That we will have to see?" Penrose replied. He drew his greatsword. "This ends today."

Tyron charged at Penrose with his dual swords. While the final stand of House Durrendon began. Tyron had taught Argella well, taking steps with smooth grace, she twirled her Jian Sword thrusting into the gaps in the armour and slashing throats.

As Tyron and Penrose dueled, some of Penrose's men attempted to intervene. But Tyron cut them down easily without breaking the rhythm of his stance. Yet is not for those men penrose would have been killed very quickly. Several times Penrose seemed at deaths door, but his men's sacrrifice allowed him to revocer long enough to continue the duel. Penrose may have had expierience, but Tyron was stronger, faster and had more to loose than he did. As their duel reached the foot of the throne, Penrose knew he had to find a way to beat him or this lopsided duel would not last much longer.

Finally Tyron thrust one of his swords, the bladed sunk deep into Penrose's arm causing him to drop his own blade. As Penrose cried out in pain clutching his hand, Tyron struck him in the face with the hilt of his sword and the Captain fell on his knees. Penrose got over the pain and found himself with Tyron's blades crossed at his neck. Penrose closed his eyes accepting his fate. But before the Blackreyne could finish him off one of Penrose's men came up from behind and stabbed Tyron in the back of the throat. Tyron stood there for a moment as if trying to fugure out what just happened. Tyron's body swayed as he locked eyes with Penrose, disbelief written all over his face. then with a gargled gasp, Tyron Blackreyne crumpled to the floor.

When Argella saw Tyron fall she screamed in anguish, and she and the stranger's sons began fighting their way towards his body. Argella reached Tyron, and dropped to her knees, tears rolling down her face. She cradled his head as her love choked on his life blood. Now both sides were fighting over the body of Tyron. In his last moments Tyron caressed her face with a bloody hand. He let out a sigh as his hand slumped to the floor Tyron Blackreyne died.

By now the last of the Antler guard had been slain, leaving only the Stranger's Sons left, despite the fall of their leader, the Stranger's Sons continued to fight now with more fervor than ever. Unfortunately it did little good, the superior numbers of the loyalists overwhelmed them. One by one the Strangner's Sons fell until the only one left alive was Argella Durrendon, who was still cradling Tyron in her lap.

Penrose marched forward and grapped the grieving queen by her hair. Argella cried out and took hold of her hair to stop the pain. Penrose dragged her from the throne and threw her to his remaining men. "Strip her bind her and gage her," he commanded. "Then put her on a cart so we can deliver her to Aegon."

"What about him," one guard gestured to Tyron's corpse.

"Feed his flesh to the fish of the sea and the birds of the air," Penrose said his voice dripping with contempt.

Penrose looked around and noticed his men were hesitant to follow the last order. "What about his brothers, a guard objected fearfully. "We should at least sent his bones to them."

"This man doesn't deserve such a courtesy," Penrose snarled.

"But captain," the man continued, "we have families."

Penrose turned on the guard and gestured to the other dead bodies. "WHAT OF THEIR FAMILIES?" He roared, "ALL THIS BLOODSHED CPULD HAVE BEEN PREVENTED IF NOT FOR THE ARROGANCE OF ARGELLA AND HER HUSBAND. DO AS I COMMAND OR YOU SHALL JOIN THEM."

Ther guards looked at each other and reluctantly obeyed. Penrose smirked as he knew the rewards that awaited him when the targaryens saw the gifts he was about to present them.