Chapter 3

Valar Morghulis

"BROOM BROOM!"

The horns sounded in the distance, telling Arya it was time. She finished putting on her armor and walked out of the tent, into the crisp air. They had stayed at Dragonstone for two weeks and since then started marching toward Kingslanding. They were camped outside the city gates. They had been there for a day now. Arya found it strange, that the Lannisters were allowing them to just sit there and make everything ready. Now they were fully rested and had everything planned out. They sent an emissary out to the city gates. With a loud voice he boomed:

" This is Daenerys Stormborn of the House Targaryen, the First of Her Name, the Unburnt, Queen of Mereen, rightfull Queen of the Andals and the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lady of the Seven Kingdoms and ruler of The Realm, Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, Breaker of Chains and Mother of Dragons. She demands you open your gates and give her the throne, which is hers by birthright. If you do this, she will spear you your lifes. Fail, and she shall rain fire over your lands until there is nothing left", he announced. Then he turned on his heel and rode back to camp. Before he reached the tents though, he was shot. On the arrow there were the words 'die Targaryen' carved into the stem. The meaning was clear.

Arya drew her sword Needle and screamed: "Valar Morghulis!" All men must die. And then they charged. The golden cloaks saw barely few hundred Dorthdraki, and the camp was left empty. They began to laugh at the pathetic attack force. For they did not know, that the whole of the unsullied was to attack them through Blackwater Bay and the second sons had ridden ahead and we're now inside the citadel, ready to attack. Arya's masterplan.

Though only few, the Dorthdraki were vicious on the open field and took out over 200 men, as the Lannisters had underestimated them. Quickly more men started to pour through the gate and at that moment Drogon roared and breathed fire. A sign for the Unsullied and the Second Sons: it was time. The Dorthdraki rallied and the Sons began to work their way out of the city. While the two armies met and melded into one, Blackwater Bay was getting packed with ships. The Unsullied docked and we're met with not even a thousand soldiers. The Lannister army was surrounded on all sides. They were pushed closer and closer toward the castle, and within hours they were inside the walls of Kings Landing. Gore and bodies were left behind, but none were stepped on, for Daenerys had made it very clear what kind of army she wanted.

Arya POV.

We were pushing through the walls. I was tried and sweaty, but I had to keep it up. These men looked up to me for guidance. And there was Daenerys. Amazing, beautiful and strong Daenerys. I was completely head over heels for her and I knew I had to do this for her. So with my mind filled with images of how happy Dany would be, if I gave her this I lifted Needle once again and pushed it through a soldiers gut. 'The pointy end first' as I had once, oh so long ago told my late water dancing master Syrio Forell.

"Regroup!" I ordered and quickly the army- my army, started to gather behind me. We were now in front of the castle, right where my lord father has been beheaded. I felt tears starting to form in my eyes with the memory. No! I am a captain al the fearless, brave men look up to. 'I DO NOT CRY' I told my self. Starks do not cry.

Then I though about all the Lannisters in there, totally defenseless. At that my lips curled up.

"Come on Arya. It's time!" I heard, and realized Daenerys had landed right behind me, sitting on top of Viserion.

Daenerys POV.

As soon as the battle started, I mounted Viserion. I wasn't going to just fly around and burn everything on sight, but I was looking out for my soldiers, who might have gotten in over their heads. Up on Viserion, I felt like a part of the battle, but I wasn't in direct line of fire. Arya would never have forgiven me, if I got hurt. And if I died, then this would have been all for nothing, even I understood that so I agreed to stay in the back lines. We were moving toward the city rather fast. I had expected a much bigger fight, but I suppose they had fend seen me as a threat and had troops deployed elsewhere fighting other wars. According to rumors, Stanis Baratheon had also recently attacked the crown.

I was distracted by my thoughts, but was quickly brought back to the moment by the shouts to regroup. I knew it had been Arya, so I flew to her.

"They have retreated to the keep and we are not able to break in tonight. I think it would be wiser to rest trough the night. It's not like they're going anywhere. We'll have archers at the watch to shoot down any ravens they might send", was her suggestion. I agreed it would be the wise thing to do. We were all tired and needed some rest. Continuing now would just get more of us killed.

"Ok that's what we shall do"

We appointed guards and patrols to make sure we'd know their every move. I was a little skeptical of the necessity of constant patrols, since we would be able to spot an attack from the camp and if they were to attack, the patrol would just be slaughtered. I trusted Arya though and she insisted on it. We went to sleep. Restless but ultimately happy of what we had achieved today.

"Thank you Arya"

So I'm pretty bad at writing battle sequences (as you can probably tell), but I hope you still enjoyed that. Please review and follow!

-Maisila