First moon of 306 AC

King's Landing

The weather was awful that day. Wind was howling in every corner of city's streets. Snow was falling so heavily that some snowdrifts reached ten feet high. The temperature was very low and people were saying that it froze in half a minute. King's Landing hasn't known such winter for more than a century.

That day it was exactly five years since the Pact of King's Landing. Small council did not forget that and was deliberating in the small council chamber in Maegor's Holdfast.

Suddenly, the howling of the wind rose. Through the wind's sound a great thunder could be heard. And next. And one after one the thunders rang in the winter air. Boom Boom Boom. Lord Paxter Redwyne was first to rise.

"As long as I live I haven't heard such storm yet. Excuse me, my lords, I would like to check what is the reason of the noise," said Lord Redwyne and approached to a window. When he saw what was happening on the castle's yard he gasped and turned to other councilors.

"I advise a short break and …paying attention to our foes," he said.

"It's impossible, any army couldn't arrive to King's Landing so fast. It's justunbelievable, this snow would bury everyone so bold to leave warm home," answered Grand Maester Pycelle.

"An army couldn't arrive, but a single dragonrider did,"

"They have extincted a century and a half ago, it's still impossible, my lord,"

"Are you sure? Come and see, wise maester."

A dragon indeed landed in Maegor's Holdfast's yard. It wasn't huge, but had about forty feet from head to end of his tail. Its scales were deep green and snow melted immediately when it touched the beast. And the rider was none else, but Aegon Targaryen.

Aegon did not dismount, but waited for anyone who would emerge from the castle first. That person was Ser Robert Strong of the Kingsguard, who was currently commanding watch at the gates of Maegor's Holdfast.

"Noble ser, I'm so sorry to land on your yard. Could you please bring me your superiors?" asked Aegon. Ser Robert nodded, turned around, his white cloak streaming, and vanished in the castle.

He emerged quarter of an hour later accompanied by Kevan Lannister and Mace Tyrell. Before they could say a word, Aegon shouted:

"The peace is done. Yield your castle and bend your knees and you shall be spared your lives!" The wind seemed to rise as did the snowfall.

"Never talk to us like that, whoreson! You are no true Targaryen! The male line has extinguished eight years ago, it's just impossible!" answered Lord Tyrell.

"Well, if it's blood and fire you want, no problem!" shouted Aegon and the dragon set off.

"Crossbowmen! Kill them!" Ser Kevan commanded.

"Rhaegal! Dracarys!" answered Aegon and unleashed his dragon's fire.

Aegon burned Lords Tyrell and Lannister as they stood and continued destroying by burning crossbowmen trying to reload their crossbows. And then he left south.