Chapter 17: In the Court of the Dragon (Pt. 2)
'The stars have died and the heavens go up in flames.' -Trivium/In the Court of the Dragon
Dany sat curled up on the edge of the bed, eyes puffy and red from crying. When Jon and the others left she threw herself into the pillows to muffle her wailing sobs, this was supposed to be a joyous occasion, she should be happy but she wasn't - she couldn't be, not after Rhaego. She secretly always blamed herself, because of her decision to trust Mirri Mazz Duur that led to Rhaego's stillbirth - oftentimes she found her 'curse' as the perfect punishment for having failed her son, she was not worthy of having or bearing her own children.
The reality of her current pregnancy still hadn't set in, convinced that even if she was, she still could not bear a living child. The child could be stillborn or die after birth - there was also the possibility of her dying during the birthing process and suffer the fate of her mother and Jon's. If she died giving birth what would Jon do? It split her heart in half thinking of how devastated and alone he would be.
She wasn't sure how much time she spent in self isolation, but she knew she didn't want to be alone anymore. Slowly she gathered herself, left the bedroom and headed for the door - her hand was about to reach for the handle when she heard a loud thump from the other side. She paused and listened for a moment but didn't hear anything else, she shook it off figuring she was just hearing things.
'It's probably just Ghost wanting to be let in.'
Caution into the wind she reached for the handle and depressed the lever, but the moment the latch clicked, the door was forced open; from the other side. It caught her completely off guard, causing her to stumble backwards and fall. She quickly managed to brace herself from falling completely on her back - and thankfully so as that gave her a quick window to not only get a look at the Vale soldier barging into her private chambers, but to also spot the dagger in his hand.
The assailant charged in quickly before Dany could attempt to move, he was already on top of her. She managed to grab a hold of his right wrist to keep the dagger at bay, but his left hand found her throat. Dany choked for air while the man slowly inched the dagger closer and closer to her stomach - her vision was blurring and her strength was waning fast.
"I'm gunna to kill you, and that spawn you're carryin'. Then me and the boys are gunna fuck every hole you've got! AND THEN WE'RE GUNNA JUST KEEP MAKIN' MORE HOLES TO FUCK!" The soldier exclaimed in sadistic glee.
Dany was losing consciousness, the dagger was a mere half inch from her belly - she couldn't hold on any longer and death was about to take her.
Suddenly the grip on her throat loosened considerably and the weight she felt on top of her was gone. Dany slowly sat herself up, coughing slightly as air entered her lungs - as her vision started to clear she looked down and noticed red stains on her dress. Eyes widening she looked herself over; several stains all over her dress, blood on her left arm and elbow- she then became aware that her face felt wet. Touching her cheek her fingers were stained with blood - and yet she wasn't in any pain. Checking herself over once more and aside from a sore throat, she was surprised yet relieved she didn't have a single wound to speak of.
An agonizing cry snapped her to attention in time to see Sansa Stark plunging Dragonfang into the assassin's chest; further observation showed that he was also missing his right arm.
As the man lay lifeless in a pool of blood, Sansa slowly released her grip from Dragonfang - her hands were shaking, heart pounding in her ears, and her breaths were quick yet panicked.
'She's never actually killed anyone with her own hands, has she?' Dany thought.
Slowly she walked over to the redhead "Sansa…?"
Sansa jumped and nervously looked Dany in the eye "I-I...y-you aren't hurt a-are y-you? Is the...b-baby okay?"
Dany's eyes widened 'She knows?! HOW could she know!?'
Before either of them could say anything, Ghost bolted into the room with hackles fully raised. He scanned the room until he spotted the dead body, striding over to it he let its scent flow into his nostrils - the putrid stink of blood and death, but also another scent, the same scent of the vermin who tried to attack father. Turning his attention to Dany he sniffed her all around before stopping at her belly. Carefully he touched it with his nose and inhaled slowly, after a beat he wagged his tail in happiness, the pup was okay and so was mother.
"Daenerys!"
Dany looked up from Ghost to see Arya and Grey Worm standing in the doorway, the latter inspecting the bodies of two dead Unsullied outside the chambers. Arya walked in and surveyed the scene, she saw Sansa who was trembling and still staring at her hands; and she saw the dismembered corpse.
Arya rushed over to Dany "Are you alright?"
Dany nodded "I'm fine, throat's a little sore but I'm okay."
"Are both of you okay?" Arya asked in a quiet voice
Dany nodded slowly this time "Yes."
Arya looked her over, she saw the blood stains on her dress and arm, but didn't see a wound. She heard a gasp from Dany, looking up she saw her goodsister's eyes fixated on the doorway; where her brother was standing.
Jon's focus was purely on his wife, a storm of emotions churned within him as he quickly made his way over to her. The sight of blood on her was driving him mad - and even though upon inspection he realized she wasn't actually injured; it did little to relieve him of his boiling anger. Dany saw this and took a hold of his hand and set it on her cheek, turning her head to give a soft kiss on his palm.
"I'm here love, I'm okay." she said assuringly.
Jon's eyes met hers, and she could see the lingering question within them.
"We're both okay." she said with a small smile.
Jon read her face, he knew there was still doubt in her mind but they would deal with that later. Turning his gaze to Sansa his ire rose instantly and he stalked over to her with his hand preparing to draw Longclaw.
"Jon! Stop! Sansa's the reason I'm alive!" Dany explained quickly.
Jon actually stumbled at her words, turning to face her he merely blinked "What?"
"It's true." Dany assured.
"But how did she know you were in danger?" Arya put in.
Dany was wondering that herself, Jon seemed to already know the answer and started to move towards Sansa again with a scowl on his face.
"I WASN'T BEHIND THIS! I SWEAR!" Sansa pleaded with panic in her eyes.
Arya grabbed a hold of her brother "Jon stop this! She's telling the truth!"
When Jon's gaze snapped to hers, Arya flinched, but didn't falter. "I swear to you she isn't-"
"Lord Royce is behind it all!" Sansa blurted out.
Everyone stared at her, but none of them really seemed all that surprised; and for the first time since Winterfell, Jon actually addressed Sansa.
"What do you know?" He asked with a flat tone.
Sansa took a few breaths to calm herself before she spoke "He came to my quarters-" she paused and looked at Arya "As did uncle Edmure."
Arya's jaw dropped "W-what?!"
Sansa shook her head "He didn't know what was going on, Royce kept him in the dark."
She turned her attention to Jon and Dany "He is innocent in all this, a bumbling fool, but innocent."
Standing to her feet, Sansa focused solely on Jon and bravely met his eyes. "Royce wants to proclaim me 'Queen in the North' and spoke of how he was going to eliminate you, Daenerys...and the baby."
"How does he know Dany's with child?" Jon inquired.
Sansa shook her head "I don't exactly know how, but he said that he sent a spy with the Vale forces that came south with you."
Jon's nostrils flared as a seething rage coursed through his body 'More fuckin' nonsense to deal with…he doesn't deserve a quick death…'
He regarded Sansa "Go, you may leave."
The redhead blinked but eventually nodded and started walking towards the door.
"Sansa." Jon called out.
Stopping at the door she turned to face him and in his eyes she saw it, for a mere moment she actually saw her brother.
"Thank you…" he said softly.
His gratitude greatly surprised her and yet it meant more to her than even she herself realized. Too shocked to respond to his thanks, she merely bowed her head slightly and left the chambers.
"FUCK!"
Jon and Dany jumped at Arya's outburst, who was now pacing the room.
"Stupid! Stupid! STUPID!" she said to herself as she smacked herself in the head.
Jon reached out and stopped her from hitting herself again "What's wrong with you!?"
Arya froze and glanced between Jon and Dany. She then dropped to her knees and hung her head low.
"I-it's my fault this happened." she confessed.
Jon blinked and looked at his wife who only shrugged, confused as much as he was.
"What are you talking about?" he asked.
Arya sighed "My uncle Edmure had come to me asking about Sansa. I told him she was here and where her quarters were and-"
"Arya this probably would have happened even if you didn't tell him; Royce is the one at fault." Jon said assuringly.
Arya shook her head "But I didn't think Royce was going to be with him, I shouldn't have said anything!"
Dany finally spoke up "You couldn't have known that Royce was-"
"I put you and the babe in danger!" Arya interrupted.
"No! You didn't! I put myself in danger by sending you all away, I didn't even think to grab my swords when I was about to leave!" Dany exclaimed, after a beat she calmed herself and pulled Arya into a hug.
"Please don't blame yourself, none of this is your fault. I know you would never harm me sister." Dany assured.
Upon hearing 'sister' Arya fully returned the embrace, she pulled away as something came to her mind.
"Speaking of swords." she asked as she walked over to the corpse "Whose is this? I've never seen this one."
"Dragonfang would be mine." Dany answered as she walked over to the body and pulled the sword out, slightly disappointed that this was how the sword tasted its first blood.
Jon walked over and handed her a cloth and she began cleaning off the blade as Arya stared in awe.
"Dragonfang? When did you get-"
Before she could finish, Jon whipped his head at her "I'm more worried about the fact that there's a traitorous Lord on this island that tried to have my wife and child murdered!"
Arya was taken aback, there was anger in his voice, heat in his words; but it was his eyes that told her everything - unbridled rage and fury. She had never seen this side of him before and it was; intimidating to say the least - he stared her down for what felt like an eternity before she swallowed hard and nodded slowly.
"You're right, I apologize; we have more pressing issues at hand."
She went to inspect the dead soldier, specifically his face - studying it for a moment before looking up at Jon. "I can find this spy."
Jon arched his brow "Not that I doubt you but how do you plan to do that?"
Arya thought of giving the honest answer, but that would be for another place, and when time wasn't of the essence.
"Let's just say I have my ways; we'll leave it at that for now."
Dany gave Jon a confused look but he simply shook his head and waved it off.
"Very well then, while you're handling that, we'll have Grey Worm and Daxer apprehend Royce as soon as possible."
Arya cocked her head "Apprehend? Just fuckin' kill him now and be done with it."
Jon snapped "NO! I want him ALIVE! I want him and any other men that came ashore with him locked up in cells!"
His outburst caused her to flinch, but she adhered to his request with a simple nod.
Demeanor calming only slightly, Jon returned a nod of thanks as Grey Worm assisted her with removing the corpse. After closing the door behind them he immediately went to embrace his wife, she buried her head in his chest as he held her tightly. After a long moment they separated and Jon set his hand on her cheek and looked her over.
"Let's get you cleaned up."
They walked to their bedroom and Jon brought a washbasin next to the bed along with a robe for Dany to change into. He sat in front of her, dampened a cloth, and tenderly cleaned Dany's blood stained face and arm - neither of them spoke, both still processing recent events.
Once Jon was finished, Dany removed her stained dress and slipped into the robe. Jon sat next to her and took hold of her hands while she leaned into him, for a while they continued to sit in silence until Jon finally spoke up.
"How are you feeling?"
Dany shook her head "Tired, tired of all of this."
Jon kissed her temple "I know love. We'll get away from this soon; I'd like to be able to raise our child in peace."
He felt her tense up at the mention of the pregnancy, part of him felt bad for bringing it up, but it was time to overcome the doubt that kept holding her back - the one chain she had yet to break. Still holding her hands, Jon moved to kneel in front of her - she met his eyes and he gave her knuckles a tender kiss before taking a breath, preparing for the difficult conversation ahead.
"Dany…" he began "I know that you find this all very hard to believe, given what happened. But you can't keep blaming yourself for Rhaego."
Dany inhaled sharply, she didn't think he caught on to that.
Jon squeezed her hands and continued "I know I'll never be able to comprehend your pain, but I firmly believe that witch manipulated you and twisted your mind. Took advantage of the fragile state you were in at that time, she was just another one of those sick individuals that take pleasure in hurting people through manipulation."
Reaching up he gently cupped her face "You always say 'If you look back you'll be lost'...Dany, you keep looking back."
Shock filled Dany's face and morphed into agony as she started to sob. Quickly Jon pulled her into him and laid with her on their bed. Her muffled cries pained him, he felt awful for telling her that; but he wanted her to break free from the thought that was put into her head that she could never bear children.
A few hours later they remained in bed, Jon held Dany the entire time and rocked her gently as she cried herself to sleep. His heart hurt for her, tears had gathered in his eyes while she sobbed; but he held them in and stayed strong for her. As she slept his mind raced, thinking of how he could get her to realize that the 'curse' was just a lie. Nothing came to mind and he was starting to get frustrated; he was brought out of his brooding by a knock from the door. Snapping to attention he checked his wife and saw she was still asleep, slowly he released her and quietly made his way to the door - opening it slowly he saw it was Arya eagerly waiting to be let in.
"Where is she?" Arya asked as he led them over to the pillars overlooking the Narrow Sea.
Jon gestured his head towards the bedroom "Sleeping for now."
"Is she still…?"
Jon sighed "Aye, she's still having a hard time with it, I've talked with her about it but…I don't think I've gotten through to her, I...think I only made it worse."
Arya couldn't stand his saddened state and embraced him tightly for a moment before looking at him "You could never make things worse for her, you love her far too much."
He managed to smile a little but still looked sad and defeated.
"Don't worry I'll go talk to her." She assured her brother.
"Talk to me about what?"
They both turned to see Dany walking towards them, she stood next to Jon and leaned her head on his shoulder.
Arya gave her a warm smile "How are you feeling?"
Dany shrugged "I'm not really sure...what is it you wanted to talk to me about?"
Arya glanced at Jon then back to her good sister "Actually I have to speak with both of you."
She settled her eyes on Jon again "It's done."
"What's done?" he asked.
"The spy feeding Lord Royce information has been eliminated." Arya said nonchalantly.
Dany blinked in surprise "Already? That was quick."
Arya shrugged, "Some people say things they shouldn't say when they've had too much ale."
"Royce?" Jon asked.
"Locked in a cell as are the men that came with him." Arya answered.
Jon nodded and was about to speak but was interrupted by the loud growling coming from his wife's stomach.
"Sorry, I really haven't been eating well lately…" Dany smiled sheepishly.
Jon smiled at her "I'll go get us something, you're eating for two after all."
He gave her a quick kiss and turned to leave - giving Arya a knowing look as he passed her. After he left, Dany joined Arya at the pillars - minutes passed as they stared out at the sea in calming silence.
"I'm sorry for lashing out at you earlier…" Dany apologized.
Arya shook her head "It's alright, you were right, I don't know anything."
She gave her good sister a soft smile "If you're comfortable talking about it, I'm more than willing to listen; we are sisters now after all."
Dany smiled and gestured for Arya to follow her to the large table in the middle of the room. After they seated themselves, she told Arya of everything - from Viserys selling her off to Drogo, to Rhaego's death and the circumstances that led to it and her 'curse'.
After she finished explaining it all, Arya could only slump in her seat as she processed everything that she just heard - only to snap to attention when a revelation came to mind.
"You've only been with three men, correct? Drogo, Darrio, and Jon, right?"
Dany blinked and looked slightly offended. "I'm not a whore Arya!"
Arya lifted her hands "I'm not saying that, just hear me out for a moment."
Dany deflated and nodded for Arya to continue.
"Obviously you conceived with Drogo, then there's Darrio…"
Dany sighed "Yes…I…had him in my bed many times when I was in Mereen, but it wasn't like what I have with Jon; I was lonely Arya."
Arya squeezed her sister's hand "I know, I'm not judging or doubting you. I'm trying to piece something together - I don't care that you were with him, I care about the fact that you didn't conceive with him."
Dany shook her head "Not once...honestly it only made me accept the reality of things."
Arya rolled her eyes "And yet you conceived with Jon."
"I haven't-" Dany began.
"Yes you have! Stop denying it! The signs are there!" Arya interrupted.
She squeezed Dany's hands "This curse is nothing but horseshit! Think about this for a moment, did it ever occur to you that Darrio might have been impotent?"
Arya's question left Daenerys speechless, at first she wanted to retort, but she couldn't find any argument to her good sister's logic. Slowly she set her hand over her stomach, and there she felt something, she felt 'it' - only mothers would understand, she felt it before with Rhaego and she felt it now.
A small smile started to spread on her face, but only just "I dare not hope Arya, I can't...not again."
Arya shook her head "Then don't, let me carry that burden."
She moved to embrace Dany for a moment before separating "I swear to you, everything's going to be alright. You and Jon are having a baby and I cannot wait to meet my niece or nephew…" she paused as her smile grew "And all future nieces and nephews."
Both women continued to talk and bond for nearly an hour before Jon returned. As he set the tray of food down, Dany walked over to him and hugged him tightly.
"Thank you." she whispered in his ear.
Jon looked at her quizzically until he caught Arya's eye and she gave him a wink - he smiled and placed a kiss on Dany's head, everything was going to be okay.
The following morning the mood was tense as Jon and Daenerys went through their preparations for the Council. As they were finishing up a knock was heard at the door, Jon promptly answered and ushered Arya in.
Arya caught a full glimpse of Daenerys and admired her "You look striking today."
"Thank you." Dany smiled as she gave herself a once over in the mirror. Clad in black, from top to skirt, leather boots and gloves - at her back a dark red cape flowed down to her waist, her silver dragon brooch clipped on her right shoulder with a chain contouring her chest and back.
'And I thought black was always Jon's color.'
Said husband was also dressed up in Northern leathers, nearly mirroring the same look he had when they first met - the only major difference was that his dark curls were swinging loose and free.
Arya eyed her brother "Are you ready?"
Jon looked himself over and nodded "I believe I am."
As Dany finished up herself, she happened to glance over at the fireplace in their chambers; normally where she and Jon propped up their swords - and noticed both Longclaw and Blackfyre missing. She gave Jon an inquisitive look, he didn't say anything but she saw the twinkle in his eye before he winked at her.
Barely containing a smirk Dany stood and gestured at the door "Shall we?"
Jon nodded "Aye let's."
Arya was already heading for the door to lead them out - as she grabbed handle she paused, and turned to them.
"I'll give you two…..a moment, but be quick about it." she said before heading out the door..
As soon as the door closed, Jon took Dany in his arms with their mouths and tongues finding each other - for a moment they got lost in lustful bliss before parting.
"Perzys Ānogār" Jon whispered as he stared deep into her eyes.
"Perzys Ānogār" Dany answered, without breaking eye contact.
A final kiss passed between them before they went their separate ways - Jon went ahead while Dany took a moment to compose herself before joining Arya. Both women took their time as they made their way to the ground floor where a pair of Unsullied opened a set of doors for them - outside Grey Worm joined with a small escort as they trekked to the cliffs behind the castle.
"You alright?" Arya asked.
Dany nodded as she let out a breath "Yes, just not sure how this is all going to unfold."
Arya leaned in "I feel the same, but I trust my brother."
Dany couldn't help but chuckle "As much as it agitates me that he hasn't told me much, I trust him as well."
They continued to walk in comfortable silence as an erected canopy came into view - black canvas stretching over a large stadium shaped table with various Lords congregated around it. As Dany and Arya approached, they saw Davos making his way over to meet them.
"I know it doesn't seem like much, but it's a decent turnout, Your Grace."
Dany nodded "Aside from our early arrivals, who's all in attendance?"
Davos gestured towards a burly Knight who was conversing with a Lady "That would be Lyle Crakehall and Alysanne Lefford, both heads of their Houses from the Westerlands."
He then gestured to a thin and balding man talking with Ser Baelor "Paxer Redwyne, Head of House Redwyne and commander of the Redwyne fleet; twice a nephew of the late Queen Olenna."
Dany frowned at the mention of the Queen of Thorns but was brought out of her reminiscing when she spotted a woman of dark hair and olive skin talking with a fairly built, brown haired Lord who was accompanied by a large broad shouldered man.
Dany blinked "That woman? It couldn't be…?"
"Martell? Aye that's Arianne Martell, Princess of Dorne, I was just as surprised as you are." Davos answered "The other two are Anders and Archibald Yronwood...Archibald would be the towering sack of meat."
Dany was shocked, Ellaria had never mentioned Arianne - however she was broken from her thoughts again when Arya spoke up
"Who's Sansa talking to?" she asked.
Dany looked in her direction to see Sansa conversing with a young man with dark hair.
Davos chimed in "That would be Robin Arryn, current Lord Of the Vale; yours and Sansa's cousin through your mother's sister."
Arya arched a brow "Aunt Lysa? I vaguely remember my mother mentioning him, but I don't think I actually ever met him."
Dany looked at Davos "Is this everyone then?"
Davos nodded "Aye, Your Grace."
Dany nodded in return "Well then, let's get this underway."
Davos gave her a quick bow of his head and immediately went off to begin ushering the Lords to their seats. Out of the corner of her eye, Dany noticed Jon having a hushed conversation with Daxer - the commander gave Jon an understanding nod before briskly making his way back to the castle. She paid no mind to the interaction as she took her seat at the head of the table - Arya sat to her left with Davos flanking her right, Jon sat himself in between Davos and Tyrion.
Once everyone was seated, Dany stood from her seat - this gained everyone's attention and she steeled herself as took a deep breath before addressing the council; the tension was already palpable.
"I am Daenerys Targaryen, First of Her Name, Lady of Dragonstone, Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, the Unburnt and Breaker of Chains; I bid you all welcome and thank you for coming together on this day. We are here to discuss the current state of Westeros and the future of the realm moving forward. King's Landing is in ruin, and the Iron Throne has been destroyed."
She gauged the reactions of the Lords; some confused and some seemed indifferent - it would be Arianne Martell who spoke first.
"What do you mean 'destroyed'?!" the Dornish Princess glowered. "I wandered across Essos searching for you, then I return home and learn that my uncle, father, and cousin are dead! My cousin dying supporting YOUR claim to the Throne!"
She slowly stood from her seat, glaring daggers at Tyrion and Jamie "And you have the nerve to let two Lannister scum live then let them rot with their sister."
Dany held her ground, stared back blankly, and answered "It was Ellaria who killed your father; she herself is also most likely dead as she was captured with your cousin by Cersei."
Arianne's jaw hung slack in shock as Dany continued "As for the Throne; there are far more important matters for us to discuss here today than a chair that means nothing."
Dany then pointed in the direction of King's Landing - though the fires had since died down and the smoke had ceased, an acrid cloud hung over the once great capital.
"Cersei Lannister, who proclaimed herself Queen of the Seven Kingdoms - destroyed her own city, massacred thousands of innocent lives, just so no one else could have the Iron Throne. King's Landing has become inhospitable and those who survived are dispossessed and suffering; but it is not just them. Citizens across this realm have suffered for far too long - from here in the south to those up in the north, they have all suffered from the conflicts that have ravaged this land for centuries."
She paused for a breath and didn't waiver "With the throne destroyed, it is imperative that we set in place a governing body - that my Lords, is the reason I've called you here today."
She was about to continue but was interrupted by Lyle Crakehall's booming laughter.
"Ha! HA! HAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHA! You REALLY expect me, and the rest of us to believe Cersei did all that!?" he bellowed as he pointed at King's Landing "Aye she was a right cunt of a Queen but I find it hard to believe she had the resources to pull off something like that - not one of us in the Westerlands gave her support."
He stood and pointed an accusatory finger at her "You're the one who came here bringing your dragons. I know what happened at the Goldroad - all you Targaryens ever do is burn everything to cinders and ashes!"
Some nodded and hummed in agreement; but Dany flatly refused to back down.
"There's a reason why I furloughed the title 'Mother of Dragons' from my introduction Ser Crakehall; for what kind of mother allows her own children to die? Viserion was lost in The North. Rhaegal was shot down by Euron Greyjoy, and Drogon…." she paused as genuine tears formed in her eyes but quickly she blinked them back, "Drogon succumbed to dozens of scorpion bolts before we fell into Blackwater Bay."
"We?" asked Paxter Redwyne.
Dany nodded "I was riding Drogon during the battle, and fell with him."
"How is it possible that you survived?!" exclaimed Alysanne Lefford.
Yara stood from her seat "The dragon fell close to my ship, as it was about to plunge into the bay it still had the strength to right itself; we saw Daenerys jump before the great beast hit the water."
Dany remained impassive as she watched the Lords mumble amongst themselves; and based on what she could make out of the whispers - surprisingly, they were buying it.
"If what you claim is true, then how did Cersei cause such destruction?" asked Anders Yronwood.
Davos provided the answer "Wildfire, Lord Yronwood; Cersei feigned surrender by ringing the city bells, after that...caches were detonating all over the capitol."
Arya spoke up "I was there as well, even the Red Keep was bursting into green flames."
Arianne shook her head "But how could she possess that much wildfire? It's not easy to produce."
"Aerys"
With the mention of that name, all eyes turned to Jamie Lannister "He had caches placed throughout the city, beneath the Sept of Baelor, Flea Bottom, shops, houses, taverns….the Red Keep…and on that day when my father sacked the city, I begged the King to surrender - to which he turned to his pyromancer; "Burn them all." he said."
Lyle Crakehall slumped into his seat "So, if you hadn't slain Aerys that day…"
Jamie nodded "He would've burned down the whole city."
His face shifted into a disgusted scowl "The last time I saw Cersei alive, she was watching everything burn, with nothing but joy and….madness, it was as if Aerys was right there - even if condemned a kinslayer, I would have killed her...but I was given no opportunity."
"While she burned down the city and killed innocents; Daenerys did everything she could to rescue those civilians who survived - she is nothing like her father." Jamie proclaimed as he sat back down in his seat and every Lord mulled over the information he revealed.
Dany was grateful for his words - but it was up to her to drive the point home.
"My Lords, I will not ask forgiveness for what my father had done - nor will I deny the truth that the reason Cersei was able to kill thousands was because of his machinations."
She bowed her head low in a show of humility "However I plead with you all, let us put our differences aside and work together on putting this realm on the correct path toward the future."
Her words were sincere; Jon's eyes gazed covertly over those in attendance as they thought over his wife's words.
'Now then…let's see what happens next.' he wondered to himself.
Edmure Tully stood from his seat "If the Throne is destroyed and in essence no heir - should we not consult the Citadel for what we should do?"
Davos snorted "I beg your pardon Lord Tully, but when was the last time the Citadel cared who ruled this continent? Let alone gave a shit about any of us and the rest of the realm? All they really care for are their books."
Baelor Hightower couldn't help but chuckle "Aye I can attest to that, they are….quite difficult to deal with."
He composed himself and looked at Daenerys "You stated you wished to set up a governmental body - I'm intrigued by the idea, but there's still the matter of the Reach."
Lord Crakehall scoffed "Bah! Of course you would bring that up, might as well just admit you want the whole region."
Paxer Redwyne cleared his throat "Ser Baelor has a point, with House Tyrell gone-"
Arianne interrupted him "Why not simply divide up the hold? It's large enough that everyone bordering it can have a sizable claim."
Dany shook her head "No, we cannot divide up the Reach, it's the breadbasket of the realm - it needs a Lord who knows the hold and can bring it back to its full economic potential."
She turned to Ser Baelor "I believe that House Hightower should be the ones to inherit the Reach-"
Lady Lefford slammed her hands on the table "Nonsense! The Westerlands have suffered just as much." She glared at Tyrion "Word has spread that House Lannister no longer has the riches you've had for centuries - it's only a matter of time before our mines run out as well."
Her gaze then shifted to Ser Baelor and Lord Redwyne "You keep your islands and Oldtown - if the Westerlands are to survive we need the land."
As composed as he was, Ser Baelor didn't take kindly to the threat "While I admire your…confidence Lady Lefford; I will warn you that we won't allow you to simply take any part of the Reach."
Lord Redwyne stood with him "I will not allow House Tyrell's legacy to be sullied anymore than it already has."
Arianne chimed in again "Dorne could take the lands further west of Starfall…" she glared between Jamie and Daenerys "Call it...recompense."
Gendry stood from his seat "I agree with my cousin, the Reach should not be divided."
Arianne chortled "Bold words from a bastard who's only here because your cousin "legitimized" you."
Gendry retorted in kind "Bold words from someone who's too cowardly to set foot on a battlefield."
As the two stared each other down, Anders Yronwood spoke up "What do the Northern Houses have to say about all of this?"
Edmure spoke candidly "The Riverlands have no interest in the Reach, and we have our own issues; such as what to do with The Twins due to House Frey's…erm..eradication."
Alysanne regarded him with a raised brow. "Then perhaps you should move to The Twins and we can take the lands up to Maidenpool and the Blue Fork."
Edmure huffed and quickly stood "I will not give up Riverun again!"
"I'll make sure you shit your breeches this time before I run my sword through you; your father deserved a noble death - you do not." snarled Lord Crakehall.
Edmure fumed and turned to Robin Arryn "Lord Arryn, what say you?"
Sansa watched her cousin muse silently, she was surprised at how laid back he seemed - a far cry from the immature boy she last remembered.
Robin took a deep breath before he spoke "We have no reason to acquire more land, we're capable of sustaining ourselves and we will fight off those who are foolish enough to attempt an invasion."
Sansa blinked in utter surprise, she wasn't expecting this level of maturity coming from him.
He then suddenly turned her way "What of House Stark, cousin?"
While Sansa maintained an impassive facade, she honestly wasn't sure what to say - not knowing what to do she spared a glance at Jon. She wondered why he hadn't spoken a single word, and based on what she had experienced from him as of late - why was he so subdued and resigned?
Jon caught her eye, he said nothing but had a feeling his look would convey his thoughts to her - and to her credit, Sansa read his face well and immediately knew what to do.
"Well Jon? Go on, get on with it." she said condescendingly with an annoyed look on her face.
Some were surprised at her words and their tone, and yet Jon did not react as he had towards her. Instead he pushed himself up from his chair and meekly met the eyes of the Lords..
"Much of what needs to be said has already been said."
Dany wanted to scream 'That's IT?! They're squabbling over the Reach and that's ALL he has to say?!'
"Surely there is more you have to say.." Ser Baelor stated coldly.
Letting out a sigh, Jon looked exhausted and forlorn "I've fought beyond the Wall, fought the Wildlings, fought to take my home back, even fighting my own men - fighting to save the people of King's Landing. This endless fighting, battle after battle." He ran a hand down his face "It sickens me. I wish for this realm to be at peace…where our children, and our children's children will never hear a battlecry."
A collective shock fell over those among the Dragonstone council. Arya's jaw had dropped as had Tyrion's. Jamie was completely bewildered while Yara looked slightly offended - even Sam had a look of confusion on his face. Sansa could only blink as she tried to process what in Seven Hells Jon was doing; Davos was equally shocked but tried to be the voice of calm and whispered into Daenerys' ear. "He wouldn't do this if he had a plan, we need to trust him." Unfortunately Dany wasn't hearing any of it - her mind swirling with emotions of confusion, anger, and utter disbelief at what Jon was doing; making himself look feeble and foolish in front of the other Lords.
Jon glanced over the gathered council 'Time to let chaos take control.'
"The North will remain independent, we cannot afford to get involved in any more conflict."
Arya spoke up "Brother, perhaps we should-"
"I believed you still being a son of Ned Stark had made you into a respectable man." scorned Ser Baelor. "Clearly I was mistaken, I did not take you for a coward."
Edmure looked at Jon with disdain "A bastard and a sentimental fool. Just like his father."
Arya and Sansa shot out of their seats glaring at their uncle - Dany watched Jon hang his shoulders in defeat; she couldn't take it anymore and slammed her hands on the table.
"Enough of this! I will not have us play selfish politics and spout petty insults! There's more at stake here than territory! What of the people? The common folk? The survivors of King's Landing who need homes!?"
Arianne stood defiantly "Why don't you take them if you're so concerned about their wellbeing? I suggest acquiring a ship and take them to Essos where you belong, seeing as you no longer have any reason to be here."
Daenerys was shocked speechless by Arianne's affront, and it didn't take long for everyone else to start arguing amongst themselves.
Soon the whole council delved into a state of quarrel - and Jon simply watched it all unfold. As he expected, no one wanted to cooperate and a possible war was brewing with Dorne and the Westerlands wanting the Reach. It was obvious to him that words alone were no longer effective, action was needed right now - and it had to be very drastic.
Slowly he started tuning everyone and everything out; taking long, deep breaths to calm and center himself. With his mind focused, he reached out through his bond with not only Rhaegal, but three others as well.
'It's time, come to me.'
Over on Claw Isle, Rhaegal's eyes snapped open as his rider's call coursed through his being - nothing else mattered, only the task at hand. Without even a word to Drogon he immediately unfurled his wings and vaulted into the air.
Drogon watched his brother quickly gain speed and disappear into the clouds; as he himself prepared to take flight, he craned his neck and looked behind him.
'Come along you three.'
Everyone was so enveloped in their own arguments that no one was paying him any mind at all - no one noticed as he pulled out a hair tie and put his dark locks into a bun.
No one noticed him reaching underneath the table for Longclaw and Blackfyre that he had hidden the night before.
No one saw him stand from his seat as he secured the swords to his hips, nor did anyone see him draw the blades from their sheathes.
With a mighty swing he brought Blackfyre down on his chair and easily cleaved through with minimal effort.
Finally, all eyes were on him…..
…..and Aegon only smiled.
"My apologies." he said as he did a mocking bow "Did that ruin everyone's concentration?"
No one uttered a word - they could only gawk at him.
"Well then, since I have your undivided attention, mayhaps we can discuss the actual issues of merit." Aegon stated as he walked behind Tyrion and Gendry.
Edmure found moxy and his voice; just at the wrong moment, and the wrong person.
"What is the meaning of this bastar-"
He was cut off and yelped when the tip of Longclaw was pointed dangerously close to his neck.
Still wearing a smile on his face Aegon stared at him, eyes full of mirth "Go on, say it."
When the Riverland Lord said nothing and started to tremble, he kept Longclaw steady and leaned in closer until his face was mere inches from Edmures and repeated with a whisper.
"Say it."
Gendry slowly stood "Jon, we don't need to-"
He too was cut off when Blackfyre was pointed at him - only he had far more breathing room than Lord Tully.
Aegon's face softened, but only slightly "I suggest you take your seat, Lord Baratheon. I have no quarrel with you."
His face then shifted into a dark scowl "Do NOT give me one."
Gendry actually shuttered; swallowing hard he bowed his head and took his seat "Apologies Your Grace."
His choice of words made many around the table adopt looks of confusion, which only put a devilish smirk on Aegon's face as he regarded the Lord of the Riverlands.
"Nothing then?"
Still shaking, Edmure shook his head and slowly sat back down; Aegon chuckled, lightly tapping the man's cheek with the flat of Longclaw.
"Good man! Seems there's more in that head of yours than just river mud."
To say Edmure was taken aback by the verbal jab was a serious understatement.
"Is there a reason for this…change in demeanor? Lord Snow?" Ser Baelor asked cautiously.
Aegon aimlessly twirled the blades in his hands, looking bored out of his mind and couldn't be bothered with anything else.
"'Lord Snow', 'Jon Snow'. Hmmmmmm." he pondered out loud as he slowly strolled behind Lords Hightower and Redwyne - he stopped at the end of the table opposite of Dany where he caught the cautious gaze of Arianne.
Ignoring the threatening glares from the Yronwoods, Aegon cocked his head at her "I should have been 'Jon Sand', seeing as I was born in the Tower of Joy. At least bastards aren't looked down upon in Dorne, I'll give you that."
Arianne blinked, dumbfounded and caught off guard as were many among the council. As a silence hung in the air Aegon continued his leisurely walk - until Lyle Crakehall confronted him.
"What nonsense are you speaking about boy!? All the tales say your father sired you with some serving girl!"
The Strong Boar got in his face and stared him down, but that didn't intimidate Aegon; nothing could intimidate a dragon.
"That's just what they are, Lord Crakehall; tales and nothing more. The real truth of it all has been kept secret for the past twenty years, I'm part Stark, aye…" he paused as his smile grew wide and malevolent "But not from my uncle Eddard Stark."
For all Lyle Crakehall's size and stature, he couldn't help but shrink back down into his seat - for the man before him gave off an aura that made him feel very, very small.
The dragon was pleased at staring down his foolish prey, but yearned to sew more chaos
"Cousins? Would you mind assisting me in enlightening this…piteous council?"
Arya found herself unable to answer - seeing as her sister wasn't going to say anything, Sansa put on her facade and stood.
"You swore us not to speak of it." she asked, knowing the contradiction of her statement.
Aegon eyed her and smirked "Aye I did, didn't I?"
All eyes were now on Sansa, but it was Aegon's that held her in place; she swallowed hard.
"My cousin, Jon Snow, was born as Aegon Targaryen, Sixth of his name; his parents were my aunt Lyanna Stark, and Crown Prince Rhaegar Targaryen, making him heir to the Iron Throne and Seven Kingdoms."
There was a long pause, no one spoke; the only sound being the waves crashing upon the shores of Dragonstone - Lord Tully was the first to react. "That…that's utter nonsense!"
"It's true!"
The voice surprised many, but it surprised Aegon most of all.
Sam Tarly stood and glanced at him "If I may…Y-Your Grace."
Aegon arched a brow, he wasn't expecting this, all things considered 'Trying to make amends Samwell? Very well I'll grant you this boon.' He gave the portly man a nod; to which Sam procured a satchel and pulled out a book that had a Seven Pointed Star printed on it.
"This is the diary of High Septon Maynard." Sam stated, opening it he flipped to the page of importance and pointed at the text.
"Maynard not only annulled the Crown Prince's marriage with Elia Martell, but he performed the secret marriage between Rhaegar and Lyanna Stark."
It went quiet again, until Arianne stood and slammed her fists on the table "What!? That silver haired bastard cast aside my aunt for some northern wilding whore?!"
She inhaled sharply, feeling a blade at her throat. Looking to her right she saw Aegon holding a sword not only to her throat but Anders Yronwood as well; Archibald was about to stand when she held up her hand, prompting the towering man to sit back down.
Hardly concerned for the hulking man, Aegon stared at Arianne "Mind your words, that's my mother and father you're speaking about."
To her credit Arianne didn't back down, she was ready to retort - but Tyrion of all people, cut her off swiftly.
"Perhaps we should validate the authenticity of this diary?" he suggested vehemently, hoping to quell Aegon's rage - he was only partially successful.
Aegon lowered his swords but Tyrion now found himself under the glare of the dragon, one that had been in front of him all this time 'The Hidden Dragon indeed; Ned Stark played us all.'
"Allow me." Paxter Redwyne said as he stood from his seat "I knew Maynard before his ascension to High Septon; I would recognize his writing."
All attention shifted to the Lord of the Arbor as Sam passed him the diary. Squinting slightly, Paxter looked over each word in every line - once, twice, and thrice over, he couldn't believe it himself.
"Well? Lord Redwyne?"
Paxter nearly jumped out of his seat, too focused on the diary to notice that Aegon had moved to stand beside him - he swallowed hard and flipped through a few more pages and studied their words before nodding slowly.
"It's…it's his writing…these are Maynard's words." he said, still in utter disbelief.
"What…does this all mean?" Lord Hightower asked.
Paxter breathed slowly and gestured Aegon "It means he really is Crown Prince Rhaegar's son, which would supplant Daener-"
"No!" Aegon stated firmly "I would not deny what my wife had fought for for so long."
Lady Lefford sneered in her disgust at the obvious "Wife?!"
Archibald Yronwood snorted "Bah! Just like a Targaryen, married and fucked his aunty." he nudged Arianne "Probably already put a child in her already; if you can call it a child."
Arianne felt a chill shoot down her spine; it was enough for her to smack him on the arm and reprimand the beefy man.
"Knock it off and save your tongue!" she hissed.
Snorting again Archibald rolled his eyes "You know I'm right, besides; it's inbred and will die anywa-"
*SHINK*
Blood sprayed all over Arianne's face as she stared at what was left of Archibald's head - cleaved completely off, only his lower jaw remained. The corpse slumped forward with blood pooling all over the table and its tongue hanging from what was left of its mouth, Arianne was shocked and horrified.
"He can keep his tongue." Aegon said nonchalantly.
Enraged by the unwarranted death of his nephew, Anders Yronwood was about to lunge at the murderer - only to be held in place by a set of eyes that bored directly into his soul.
They wanted blood.
They wanted death.
These were NOT the eyes of a man.
Anders shuttered at the sheer malice radiating from them, and slowly sat back in his seat.
Aegon regarded him "You know, I really didn't want to kill him but…"
His face contorted in anger as he scanned the faces before him "I will NOT take insults about my wife and unborn child LIGHTLY!"
No one spoke, not even his wife - it was exactly as Aegon intended, he had absolute control of the situation.
He casually wiped the blood from Longclaw on the tunic of Archibald's corpse "Now then, onto business shall we?"
Stepping off to his left he raised Blackfyre and waved the blade - everyone looked off in his direction and watched as Daxer dragged a blindfolded prisoner over and dropped them at Aegon's feet.
The dragon smiled maliciously at his prey before turning over to Daxer and leaned in to whisper.
"Is everything set?" Aegon asked.
Daxer nodded and replied softly "Aye, it seems our guests don't think you and the Queen are much of a threat; they hardly brought any bannermen."
Aegon only smiled "Good…good. That will be all Commander."
Daxer bowed his head and made his exit swiftly. Aegon turned his attention to the prisoner; who was struggling in their attempt to get up on their knees.
Still smiling, he strode over and kicked the prisoner hard in the back forcing them to the ground. He sheathed Longclaw, grabbed and dragged the prisoner along with him as he stalked around the council table.
"As you are all now aware, my wife and I are expecting; this is a joyous occasion, worthy of celebration." he began at first; but after a long pause he swung Blackfyre down on the table next to Lord Crakehall, the blade cleaving deep into the wood.
"Yet it has been anything BUT joyous!"
All remained silent - Lyle Crakehall couldn't fully comprehend why he was sweating so profusely, or why his heart was pounding his chest like a warhammer; it nearly stopped when Blackfyre was wrenched from the table, but fortunately the blade didn't come for his head.
Not that it mattered, for the dragon was wide awake.
"There was an assassination attempt…on MY WIFE!...ON MY UNBORN CHILD!" Aegon snarled. "It's one matter, to seek to murder an individual; let alone a MOTHER! But to seek the demise of an INNOCENT LIFE THAT HASN'T EVEN COME INTO THIS WORLD AND TAKEN ITS FIRST BREATH?!" He paused for a beat and glared over the council, slowly shaking his head as his face darkened "Your life is FORFEIT!"
He moved back a few paces and heaved the prisoner in front of him and forced them onto their knees; Aegon removed the hood to reveal the bruised face of Yohn Royce.
Many were shocked, but none more so than Lords Tully and Arryn - Edmure looked as if he had seen an apparition; while Robin nervously put on a brave face.
"My…Lord, are you insinuating that Lord Royce is the assassin?" he asked.
Aegon smiled knowingly "I don't have to insinuate anything Lord Arryn; I have proof."
He glanced at his cousins "Sansa? Arya?"
Arya slowly stood first- all eyes were on her "Lord Royce conducted espionage by installing an informant amongst the forces that came south with my cousin." She reached into a pocket of her gambeson and pulled out a small stack of parchment "These are all the messages Lord Royce had sent to the spy."
She passed it to Sansa, who passed it on to Sam, who then handed it to Robin.
The young Lord of the Eyrie scanned through the messages, he knew the handwriting of the Vale Knight, having been practically raised by the man - and the penmanship didn't lie. The once histrionic and sickly "Sweetrobin" was shaking with anger. He turned and looked at the man he once admired with scorn and disgust; Royce only shook his head furiously and grunted loudly.
Aegon found the situation incredibly amusing. "Let's see what he has to say."
He undid the cloth that gagged the dishonored former knight - as the cloth fell from his lips, Royce spouted his unpleasantries.
"You contemptible FOOLS! The foreign whore and this despicable bastard need to be put down!"
He groveled at the feet of his liege lord, hoping that he could still manipulate Robin "My Lord, please you MUST understand! The Targaryens MUST be eliminated! Their line CANNOT continue! We must rid the world of their existence!"
Robin stood slowly and regarded the old man with contempt "So it's true? You sought to murder a mother, in her own home, and to murder the life she was carrying?"
Royce sneered in response "Stupid boy! This isn't the time to be questioning your morality! What must be done MUST be done!"
He looked around at the rest of the council "What in Seven Hells is wrong with all of you!? You believe the lies this bastard fed you!? He's no Targaryen! Just a bastard who brings shame on House Star-"
Royce yelped in pain as Aegon yanked on what little hair the disgraced knight had left.
"I've had enough of you slandering my Houses." Aegon said as he looked the man in the eye; Royce was about to retort, but was cut off by a feral snarl.
True to his name, Ghost had stealthy made his way to the council; hackles fully raised, lip curled, fangs bared, and snarling loudly. He stalked over towards Dany, features softening quickly, and gave her hand a gentle lick. Dany couldn't help but smile and gave him a quick scratch behind the ear - those already not in the know could only watch in astonishment at the affection the symbol of House Stark and the Targaryen Queen shared.
Ghost sniffed at Dany's belly, sensing the pup was still safe he gave her a final lick to the hand. The moment he left her side his menacing features returned in earnest and stalked over to Royce - time to protect the pack.
While Royce was admittedly terrified as the direwolf approached him; he had enough moxy left in him to quip at Aegon.
"Feeding me to your wolf instead of cutting me down yourself?! You disgraceful, savage BASTARD!"
To his shock and slight horror, Aegon chuckled darkly and shook his head "Oh rest assured, I will be the one to cut you down, but...you deserve a torture more painful than that of the Blood Eagle." Royce paled and Aegon shrugged "And I need to make an example out of you to make the rest of these fools understand."
The former Vale Knight blinked "U–understand wha-"
He would receive no reply, only a fist to the face knocking him down.
"Ghost!"
In an instant the direwolf was on Royce, but only kept him pinned to the ground as Aegon addressed the council.
"This land has a long history wrought with conflict; petty backstabbing, cataclysmic wars that have claimed millions of lives; and the consistent bloodshed over a chair that NO ONE has been adult enough to realize was an inherently broken power apparatus that destroyed ALL who sat in it!"
He raised Blackfyre, using it to point at everyone "Even as my own House tore itself asunder over the chair that my ancestor created, there were MANY others who desired it all the same."
Lowering the blade he shook his head slowly "The 'Great Game' is over and the Iron Throne is no more; it is time for change."
At first there was silence, then Baelor spoke up "What is this 'change' you speak of?"
Aegon locked eyes with him for a moment, then gazed upon the faces of the others "The Great Houses work together to govern and guide Westeros. Through cooperation, this land can rebuild and thrive for the mutual benefit of all; not just all of you, but for the people who really make you the Lords that you are."
Silence at first, then came a scoff from Arianne "And I'd rather have Greyscale, Dorne has no need to be involved in any form of 'cooperation'."
Aegon simply shrugged "It's either you all learn to work together, or the alternative."
Arianne raised an eyebrow "The alternative being..?"
Aegon regarded her with a smirk as he twirled Blackfyre, planting the tip of the blade in the ground, and setting his hands on the pommel "Do as my ancestor did; my Queen and I will reconquer the Kingdoms." he shrugged nonchalantly "And if need be, we'll depose who we need to."
Alysanne shot out of her seat "You preach this nonsense about ending conflict and yet you have the nerve to stand there and speak about inciting a war!?"
Aegon chuckled and shook his head "You fail to realize, Lady Lefford; war is merely the continuation of politics by other means."
"And just how do you plan to wage this war?" boomed Lyle Crakehall.
Aegon didn't respond, he only smiled 'I was hoping you would ask that; Rhaegal?'
'Above, I'm ready.'
'Dive.'
Lyle spat on the table "All fucking bark and no bite, just a worthless mongrel! You know NOTHING of war! You don't have the forces or support to wage a fucking skirmish! Your foreign whore's depleted army can't help and she has no dragons! How in all the Gods could you possibly wage a war against all of-"
He was cut off by an odd noise that was growing louder by the second, Lyle thought it was the wind; but any wind had died down long ago.
Those who were guests swiveled their heads around in confusion; not knowing where the noise was coming from, and why it was getting progressively louder.
But those who knew this sound, all turned pale, for they knew what followed; all but Daenerys thought one thing.
'He's going to kill us all…isn't he?'
Whistling turned into an ear piercing shrill, then came the roar of igniting fire, followed by a powerful gust of wind that blew the canopy away like it was nothing - the area behind Dany was consumed by a towering wall of flames; stretching from cliff edge to cliff edge.
The only way back to the castle had been cut off.
Run through the inferno and be burned alive? Or run off the cliff face into the water and rocks below?
Everyone was trapped.
Rhaegal flew by so fast that no one had seen him, save for his rider. He banked hard left and quickly circled back towards Dragonstone, skimming the waves as he made his approach to the cliff face. As he drew closer he angled his wings to increase drag and slow himself; then with two powerful beats of his wings, he timed it all perfectly to vault up, land directly behind Aegon, and let out a roar so mighty and fearsome that the ground itself trembled.
All cowered in fear except for Daenerys; who was perplexed more than anything, blinking a few times as she took Rhaegal's form 'Did…Did he grow?'
She was snapped from her thoughts by a rumbling growl behind her as Drogon stalked out of the flames, he too bellowed a thunderous roar aimed at the heavens - then came a loud shriek.
Then another, and then a third.
Darting from Drogon's back, the three young dragoness' encircled the council table and it was obvious they had gone through a growth spurt of their own.
'They're as big as Drogon was when I was in Astapor…but this soon?' Dany thought in utter bewilderment.
Lyanarys was the largest, most boisterous, and loudest of the three; clearly the leader of the clutch. Aryaella was the mischievous one; she wrapped her tail around a leg of Lord Crakehall's seat, and yanked it out from underneath him - to which she proceeded to cackle loudly in his face before darting off to terrorize her next victim. Sōna, the smallest and most reserved of the three, hissed loudly.
"Riñi!" Aegon called out.
The young dragons immediately snapped to attention and eagerly made their way over to their father; Lyanarys being very insistent that she see him first.
'I have missed you father, very much so.' she cooed as he stroked her light blue scales.
Aegon smiled fondly "Iksan biare naejot ūndegon ao hae sȳrī ñuha dōna." (I'm happy to see you as well my sweet)
Aryaella rubbed against his leg 'Do we get to kill the bad man father?! May we? Please?'
Aegon chuckled and shook his head "Daor, daor. Nyke sepār jorrāelagon ao hāre se aōha lēkia naejot ōdrikagon zirȳla…iā lot. Kesan sagon se mēre naejot mōris zȳhon ābrar." (No, no. I just need you three and your brother to hurt him...a lot. I will be the one to end his life.)
'What of the others father?' asked Sōna with a head tilt.
Aegon leaned down to scratch her jawline "Konir sagon skoriot ao hāre māzigon isse, ao sagon jāre naejot dohaeragon nyke mazverdagon zirȳ ūndegon drīve; lu jaelzi naejot iā daor." (That's where you three come in, you're going to help me make them see reason; whether they want to or not.)
Aegon looked upon the Council, Lyle specifically "Lord Crakehall, allow me to answer your question, with another question. If I kill all of you here, right now, how easily can I walk into your holds and simply take them?"
At that Rhaegal arched back and stood at his fullest height with a powerful fire building within him. His mouth opened, revealing a brightening glow in his throat; he was aiming directly at the council.
Everyone was panicking but had nowhere to run.
As the glow in Rhaegal's throat grew brighter, Dany felt terror starting to seep into her; Drogon rumbled in the back of her mind.
'Do not fear, he's going to fire it into the sky.'
Dany blinked 'It?'
Her answer came when Rhaegal arched his head skyward, constricting the muscles in his throat creating a solid pillar of fire that escaped from his mouth with enough force to blast away the clouds. It only lasted a few seconds before he ceased and let out a bellowing roar at the Council as Aegon took in the utterly terrified looks on everyone's faces.
"Ghost!" he called out.
The direwolf, who had Royce pinned on his stomach the whole time, grabbed the former knight by his rags and tossed him over near his father; his sisters were closing in as well.
Aegon regarded his daughters "Ȳdra daor nārhēdegon riñi, gaomagon daor ossēnagon zirȳla." (Don't forget girls, do not kill him)
Ghost and the young dragoness' attacked Royce with claws and teeth, ripping and tearing into his flesh, throwing him around like a child's doll; all the while the man cried in utter agony.
"Some of you have the audacity to think that I do not know war." Aegon began "But I assure you, I have fought war, true war, total war."
He scowled "If one thing is Gods damned certain; total war has no rules. Total war has the man who survives, the man who's more cruel, more cunning, more imaginative, and slightly crazier than his enemy. History has shown, time and again, that those who win total war, are those who are willing to change the game, to invent new ways of destroying their enemy, and then apply them in short order to accomplish this goal."
Royce screamed as Lyanarys' jaws snapped the bones in his right leg, Ghost had mangled and dislocated his left arm; Sōna whipped him with her tail, leaving lashes all over, while Aryaella dug her claws into him over and over.
The screams of agony were satisfying to Aegon "Keligon!"
All four creatures stopped immediately and gave him a wide berth as he approached; Royce was bloody, limbs were broken, and chunks of flesh were missing. With Blackfyre in his left hand, Aegon hoisted Royce off the ground and stared into his eyes - the man was still conscious but could only howl in pain.
Staring straight into the man's eyes with a smile on his face, Aegon swung Blackfyre up and to his right; slicing Yohn Royce's head clean off. The head hit the ground with a thud, he let the corpse drop, and Rhaegal let out a powerful roar.
Aegon picked up the head and looked to his daughters "Dracarys!"
As his daughters set the headless corpse ablaze, he casually strolled over to the council, tossed the bloodied head on the table, and adopted his now signature pose with Blackfyre.
"Now then, I believe I've made my point unequivocally clear. If you refuse to come together and cooperate, then you will be destroyed; even if I have to burn this entire realm to the ground."
The dragons all roared in unison while a snarling Ghost appeared at his left "Time to make a choice my Lords. Unity? Or death?"
Everyone looked at each other, gripped by fear, uncertain of what to say; even Dany was starting to worry about where all of this was heading.
The dragons all opened their mouths with a glow in their throats, and Aegon's next words made her blood run cold.
"Best make a decision quickly, I'm afraid I can't afford small mercies."