Last night, she once again dreamed of that fateful day. The tunnels and secret pathways that ran beneath the Red Keep reeked of death and oblivion. Many had lost their way here, in the darkness before losing their voice to the stone and eventually their lives. Rhaegar had told her the stories when they were younger and ever since the thought of stepping into one felt like a snake crawling up her arm. There was hesitation at first for in Shaena's naivety, there was no need to run. The war had been won, Robert Baratheon laid death on the Trident, Rhaegar would soon return to her victorious and all Lord Tywin wanted was some favour from the new king.

All the best lies had some truth in them, Queen Shaena knew that well but young Princess Shaena did not. 17 years had passed and yet she couldn't forget the coldness in Varys's voice as he told her the truth, shattering her illusion :

"The Lion would only stir at the smell of meat. Your father is never the prize but you and your children are, my princess."

And that was how their escape began. Varys led the way with a flickering torch in his hand, followed closely by distressed Shaena, baby Aegon wrapped in a silk blanket, sobbing Rhaenys never let go of her hand, two frightened handmaids and a house guard whose name she couldn't remember though they literally spent the next two days together in a small cottage somewhere in Kingswood. A horrible journey it was, especially when it came to the tunnel running below the streets outside the castle walls where Shaena finally knew what war was really like. The butchering above somehow was more surreal than it should be even with layers of rock and earth standing between them. She heard the song of swords, axes, spears and shields; She heard men shouting all kinds of things from orders to nonsense; the hurrying footsteps of those trying to flee from the fire as well as of their pursuers, the moan of dying men as well as woman's helpless screech.

Shaena heard all of that as she felt the heat from the fire that was burning down King's Landing, the wickedness of the thing called 'Treason' and 'Lannister'. It was his plan all along. She should have figured that out during her wedđing where the former hand of the King only had fake polite and cold anger for gifts whilst his daughter looked like a lioness in a cage but the arrogance of youth had her blinded in a moment and made her pay a costly price. In the endless madness of his, Aerys II, the man Shaena once called father somehow got one thing right and hence at the end of the tunnel, he always waiting for her, laughing and mocking with a throat cut open:

"Now you see, my dear daughter. Now you know." Said the dead King before the flesh on his face began to decompose and fall off his skull, revealing the ghostly white bone beneath, "Be vigilant or what happened to me will fall on you, your husband and your children for Tywin knew it wasn't only me that turned down the offer."

With a scream and sweaty forehead, Shaena woke up at the hour of a nightingale. Dawn was breaking on the Black Water Bay, its soft beam pierced the thin silk curtains surrounding her bed like lances of light. The first who came to attend to her was Deora, one of the handmaids, frightened and limping after tripping over a stool as she rushed into the Queen's chamber in panic.

"My Queen, what...happened?"

Shaena didn't answer that nor did she feel the urge to cover her nearly naked breast as armed men came to the rescue, chainmail clinking in every footstep. Ser Rick Clayton, captain of the Queen's bodyguards, a grey-bearded Valeman of 50 but still strong and quick in his bright blue brigandine. Ser Cayde Wern, the winner of many archery contests, was fashionable as he was humorous, a man best kept for hunting sessions and lifting up the mood. Quiet and reliable Collin Sawler who was promoted by Ashara when Shaena was in need of another blade for her defence and a shadow for less knightly affairs.

And finally him. Golden hair wrapped around his handsome face looked like a golden crown in the morning light, white breastplate and the Kingsguard's white cloak fit him so well it seemed he was born into them. Jaime Lannister, son of Tywin, brother to Cersei Lannister, one of the seven, The Kingslayer, her enemy.

"My Queen, we heard you scream." It was Cayde Wern who spoke up first, putting up the best effort to look at the Pentosi tapestry on the wall instead of her breast. "Is...everything alright? Are you not hurt?"

Nothing was alright when a Lannister was in the same room with her, but Shaena knew she couldn't tell him that, " It was just a bad dream, nothing more. But nonetheless, your gallantry deserved praises for coming to my recuse."

"Your grace, ensuring your safety is our duty," Said Ser Rick Clayton with a head bowed low, "Compliments are not needed."

"Indeed, indeed, my father once said a real man doesn't need flowers for every wound he takes." Said Jaime Lannister with a smirk. Out of four men, he was the only one who dared to look at her while talking. It was not what lay beneath her nightgown he enjoyed, Shaena knew. It was her well-hidden anger for he long realized the unspoken hatred between them. "However if your grace shows gratitude by allowing us to carry out the duty on a chair then we're more than welcome, Ser Rick here especially."

The jab got a chuckle out of Cayde but the older knight could only wince at the notion, "It won't be necessary, your grace. My legs still serve me well."

A blanket was put over Shaena's shoulders by Deora, allowing a more interactive conversation. Her deep lilac eyes respectfully fell on Ser Rick Clayton, Cayde Wern, and Jamie Lannister before stopping at Collin Sawler:

"Correct me if I'm wrong, Collin but wasn't Ser Balon Swann supposed to guard my door last night?" She couldn't forbid the Kingslayer from 'protecting' her for Rhaegar had deemed having people talking about the animosity between her and the lord of the Rock was bad enough so escalating things further was not a wise move. Shaena remembered having a short vicious laugh upon hearing those words before giving the King of the Iron Thrones a slap. Tywin tried to kill his children and now he was afraid of 'escalating things further'? Who was this man? What happened to the young and bold Rhaegar she used to know? Did he die on the Trident and the one she embraced in the past 17 years was an imposter? However, the Gods had shown their mercy for her husband did limit Jaime Lannister to the Queen twice per month, giving her plenty of pleasant days and peaceful nights.

"Indeed, your grace. But Ser Balon was then ordered to accompany Prince Daeron to Bitterbridge where a portion of the Royal army awaiting marching order so Ser Barristan had sent Ser Jaime instead."

"Don't forget the joy on his face upon hearing the news." The Kingslayer added, "Good old Balon never complained about the boredom of walking back and forward in the hallway but any true knight would always prefer battle more."

Surely a better man and better knight than you, Shaena thought. However, this news displeased her as it confused her. For the Royal Army to be assembled and Lord Marshal, a Targaryen prince to leave the capital in haste could only mean war or rebellion. But who was waging war and rebelling while the real traitor was standing before Shaena, at ease and undisturbed?

"Pray tell the cause of this commotion, good sers." Demanded Shaena.

"That I know not, my queen." Collin shook his head, "But some said it has something to do with the North."

The North? Stark? It had been a while since the land of summer snow became a concern to Shaena. Seventeen years ago, the wild Blue Rose perished in that tower, Eddard Stark returned home to bury a father, a brother, and a sister, and never again be seen below the Neck. Seventeen years and never once did Rhaegar mention her name yet Shaena could still feel the pain whenever a tourney winner crowned his Queen of Beauty and Love. She wondered what had happened during the night before but there was no use in questioning these men for three of them weren't allowed to know things above their station and one of them she could never trust.

Later that morning, as Shaena was breaking her fast with two boiled eggs, two slices of bread, ham, goat cheese and Dornish wine, the door swung open and walked into her chamber perhaps the two most beautiful women in the Seven Kingdoms. Soft-spoken and gentle Princess Ashara whose dark purple silk dress was in harmony with the sadness in her lilac eyes. Though she was never a bride worthy of Daeron, brother of the King, Ashara had pleased Shaena with her humility, chastity and proper manner, qualities that sadly could be expected in the other one. In manly attire of a white linen tunic under a sleeveless brown gambeson, brown trousers, riding boots and a longsword dangling on her hip, Visenya might pass for a handsome young squire if she wasn't 'inspired' by traditional Targaryen male head style which always prefered the silver stream to touch the strong shoulders.

"Your Grace,"

Ashara greeted her queen with a graceful bow but what Shaena received from her own blood, unsurprisingly, was only a smirk and something deemed to be high cunning :

"Rumor was you didn't have a pleasant morning. Some even heard you scream in the courtyard." Said Visenya amusingly, "I'm afraid people won't forget that soon and till noon, Cersei can have something to delight her day."

"Visenya! You shouldn't imply Princess Cercei take pleasure in the Queen's suffering like that." Either Ashara's concern was completely genuine or she was a great actress, "The princess is..."

"...Far away," Shaena added and took a small bite of cheese. Strange, the colour was right but this didn't smell and taste like goat cheese at all "She left for Whitegrove yesterday and won't be available in a fortnight. There are hunting sessions and banquets with Iron Bank envoys and Myrish merchants from what I heard."

"Leaving King's Landing for some bankers and money changers?" Visenya raised an eyebrow, "That doesn't sound like our Lioness at all. And for what occasion I wonder?"

"Egg is trying to have a better tariff on our wool, grain, honey and wine while the Iron Bank doesn't like the idea of the Crown borrowing money from the Pentosi. It would be improper for our brother to attend all those events alone, without a watchful wife to prevent bold maidens and her dedicated fingers from slipping through his silver hair."

It wasn't like Shaena's younger brother dared to take a mistress nor was any seducer that bold. The lioness would tear the pretty maiden apart before having her husband for dessert, yet involving herself in a national affair for the good of the Seven Kingdom was the subtle way of getting compliments from Rhaegar who knew a lot about the movement of hundreds of stars and nothing of the women's hearts. For all the brilliance and glory her brothers possessed, they were one step above dimwit when it came to the other sex. Rhaegar thought an apology was enough to heal the wound he caused; Egg loved a woman so much he accepted to wear the skirt in his marriage while Daeron's respect for Arthur Dayne was so deep he became an honourable man by marrying his sister; Jan dotted on that Lynese Hightower because she accidentally love the song and poems he love without asking if all of that was just accidental or not;

And there was Viserys. If the Kingslayer and Cercei reminded her of the bitterness of betrayal, then what came from the youngest brother was a terror at best and disgust at worst. The Mad King might be dead and buried deep but his favourite child lived on and tormented Shaena in whatever way he could.

Sometimes I can't bear to look at him or hear a word coming from his mouth.

And that was before he was banished from the capital for half a year for calling Ashara a Dornish whore at Aegon's nameday feast. His face turned purples, eyes darkened with anger, mouth snarling like a beast after hearing Rhaegar's judgment, a sight so familiar it shook Shaena to the very core. Blades were almost drawn, treasonous words almost spoken and Viserys might have lost his head if was not for Jaehaerys interfering in time and dragging him away. He spent the last three months licking his wound in Dragonstone, making a living hell for everyone there and sending Daenerys to run back to King's Landing on the fastest ship of the Royal Fleet in a moonless night. Poor girl, Aegon asked her to come while he visited Highgarden so she could avoid Viserys and for once, have a taste of ruling.

"By the way, what do I owe the pleasure this morning?" Asked Shaena before waving her hand for Deora to clear the tray, " Ashara is not a surprise here but you're never cut for early wake-up or showing courtesy to your queen, Visenya."

"You're wounding me, dear sister." The young princess pretended to be offended with a hand placed on her chest, "You know how much I love my family."

The problem is you love some part of it more than the rest. "My sincere apology then. Yet I still believe you come here for a reason."

"It's the fifth month of the year and the second harvest has already been collected your grace," Reminded Ashara, "The Dragon Fair is only two days away. We come here to ask for the honour of accompanying you to Crowfield."

Dragon Fair? With all the mess coming out of her failed attempt to give Margaery Tyrell's hand to Aegon, Shaena had lost track of time. Dragon Fair was somewhat of an old festival in the Crownland said to have been started by Aegon the Conqueror himself during the days when King's Landing was still under construction to encourage the commerce of the land. It was where three barrels of Arbor Gold and Dornish Red were traded for ten Northern ale kegs; Cheap surplus from the Riverland and the Reach filled up King's Landing Taverns, Inns, soup kitchens and pleasure houses; Merchants from every part of Seven Kingdoms gathered and hammered down deals like a blacksmith would do to his alloy; There would be fools, fire eaters, sword swallowers, a free-for-all melee contest where everyone, from noble lords and hedge knights to sellswords and stable boys could test their skills with dull swords, axes and sticks.

Traditionally, the fair would be held on an open ground owned by the Darklyn near Duskendale but after her father had nearly killed all the Darklyn, burned their land and tore down their castle, the whole affair was discontinued after The Defiance and only saw a renewal in the fifth year of Rhaegar's reign.

"Crowfield?" It was long since that name crossed her mind. A small strip of land lay between the Gold Road and Blackwater Rush where a small castle was raised on the top of a low hill, surrounded by a town and a few villages, the dowry of another Visenya who died in her arms, "Why Crowfield of all place? Lord Gyles has suggested the event be held beneath the walls of Rosby as I recall and Rhaegar likes the idea. The preparation has been done."

"All true but in the end, Egg managed to convince the King that Crowfield would be a better alternative." Replied Visenya with a shrug "Lord Gyles was furious I heard them say. Coughing so hard that he collapsed and was carried to his bed. It would have been a mess if he died without an heir, but the Gods were good this time and thus he survived."

"Poor Lord Gyles but the Master of Coin has the right reasons for the change, I believe." Said Ashara, "After all, Prince Aegon serves the King and the benefit of the Crown."

Oh yes, and the Lannister would gain some benefit out of this sudden turn, that was for sure. It was a pain to Shaena that Egg slowly became Tywin's lackey and that insolent son of his, Joffrey walking around with the red Dragon sigil of her ancestor as if he were the Conqueror reborn. But she had no say in this folly and if it returned to haunt them later on, people would know the right person to blame.

"I honestly don't understand why you two making a fuss out of this. It's just a fair nothing more," Said the Queen, "If you don't attend this year then there will be next year and the year after that as long as the Gods bless us with many bountiful harvests and short winters."

"Really, sister? I know you don't have an army of little birds like Varys but surely you have heard that the Winter Caravan is heading this way. A great herd of short-horned auroch has been seen crossing the Twins, followed by a long column of Northern merchants, vendors, and free riders. There are some highborn of both major and minor Northern houses among them too, I believe. Manderly, Karstark, Reed, Glover, Ironsmith, Overton, Forrester and of course, House Stark. It has been too long since we last saw the North coming down from the Neck, hasn't it?"

The last time they came down, I almost lost my husband, my King to the storm of swords so don't expect me to share your enthusiasm. On second thought, Shaena wondered whether this was the reason for a quarter of the Royal Army to be assembled. True, a large number of Northerners coming out of Moat Calin could cause people living down the Neck to feel unease, yet surely there must be someone in the Small Council able to tell the differences between an army armed with spears, lances, swords, shields and a bunch of merchants with coins, parchment, grain, barrels of ale for drinking and salted beef for sale. It was a silly thought, too silly to be real.

"Ashara, someone has informed me that your husband cannot be found within the Red Keep any longer." Shaena addressed the Dornish beauty. "Did he state the reason for this departure?"

"Forgive me, my queen. I know not of my Lord husband's intention. Jocelyn and I were guests of Ser Kevan Lannister at Greenhill Holdfast yesterday and we have just returned to the Red Keep at the break of the day. When we couldn't find him in Maegor's Holdfast, the servants told us that he had left the capital last night, during the hour of the wolf."

The fact that Daeron left without sending a word to his family was a worrisome sight for he would never do that unless the situation was very dire. However, Shaena decided that Kevan Lannister displeased her more. Greenhill formerly belonged to the Strokeworth, a nice piece of land near a large pond called Swam's Tear, just half a day's travel from the capital and if 10000 or 15000 Gold Dragons were invested rightly for the outer wall, the main building could be a strong little castle. Of course, the advisor to the Master of Coin didn't buy the property for the view, or its strategic position nor did he invite Ashara and her bastard daughter there for the pleasure of it.

"Tell me, did Ser Kevan throw a lavishing feast? His son Lancel danced the first dance with your daughter and then sat next to her through the night, chattering, telling jokes, making her laugh?" Asked the Queen sarcastically.

"It was one of the twins, Willen who had the honour and from what I observed, Jocelyn did most of the talking part. Lancel is a handsome young man but shy and preserved, your grace."

"And what did you say to Ser Kevan's offer?"

"He gave hints here and there but no offers were discussed. Perhaps it's still too soon. Nevertheless, my answer is the same. Only my lord husband has the final words in such matter."

Daeron's words but it's you who will whisper the idea to his ear. Shaena didn't doubt that Kevan Lannister had learned the secret during his four-year- stay in King's Landing. He was an intelligent man and unlike his brother Tywin, a kind man who was just and humble and totally didn't deserve Shaena's ire but unfortunately, whatever the scheme he was hatching would eventually end up in the flame. There had been enough Lannisters within the Red Keep at the moment, Shaena decided, and the last thing House Targaryen need is to have another son fall into Tywin's influence through marriage. One day, Joycelyn would be legitimatized, given the name Dayne she deserved, and when that day came, Shaena would see the girl marry into a proper upright house who didn't crawl their way out of the Westerland.

"Agree, still too early of the day to talk about marriage, bride, groom and wedding feast." Said Visenya with a quirky smile, hand rubbing around the sword hilt. "Let's focus on the Fair first. Would you delight the populace with your presence, your Grace? Egg told me the revenue is nearly double every time you or Rhaegar attend."

At least there are still loyal subjects in the Seven Kingdom. Tywin's shadow had long cast over the land and even during the day of her father, people often talked of a Lion King, a Crownless King who dwelt within the Red Keep, but even with all his wealth, power and cruelty, he would never win over the heart of the common people the way Rhaegar did with his songs, his sword and good nature. Perhaps that was the source of his jealousy then. People often dreamed of the star they couldn't reach till the disappointment turned into hatred.

"You're relentless, Visenya." The queen sighed in defeat. "If only you had half of the enthusiasm in any of the suitors I choose for you then our poor mother can rest in peace."

And a great burden will be lifted off my shoulders too. After Queen Rhaella's passing, it became Shaena's duty to find a husband for the females of their family but never did she know, it could be this troublesome. Daenerys was so sweet and innocent that the fear of choosing the wrong man and having a life to regret was very real. Visenya, on the other hand, was too wild and eccentric for any man of proper upbringing to accept and even if they did, Shaena really wondered how long they would endure. By the Sevens, the day the Targaryen twins came into this world must have been cursed for both Viserys and Visenya were the pain to the House in their own way.

And there was Rhaenys. Her firstborn, the child who hid behind her mother's skirt in front of strangers, surrounded herself with an army of kittens and claimed to be their queen. That child had long gone but the memories of her still lingered on and sometimes were like a knife to Shaena's guts. Sweetling, what would you have of me? What have I done to earn this ungracefulness, this insubordination?...Or is it about what I haven't done?

But that was a different matter entirely and perhaps, Visenya was right. It was still too early of the day to talk about marriage, bride, groom, wedding feast and children.

"Just way and see, sister. When my charming prince reveals himself, I would fall into his arm before you could blink." As long as the charming prince isn't Joffrey or Viserys then you will have my blessing, "Perhaps he will do that at the fair that I may or may not attend."

"Fine, have it your way then. We will depart on the morrow and spend a night at Crowfield castle." Shaena decided, "But this time, I won't tolerate any of your 'friends' in my company. No hedge knights, no sellswords, no cheeky squires and I specifically forbade that drunken Red Priest in my presence. You're a princess of House Targaryen, Visenya. Not some brigand's daughter."

"Thoros of Myr is a trusted friend and a warrior knighted by the King himself for his noble conduct during the siege of Pyke." Ashara pointed out, "He is also in service of my good brother-in-law, Lord Beric Dondarrion and together they have vanquished many outlaws and ruffians, bringing the King's justice to the Riverland and Crownland." There were always stars in her purple eyes when it came to knightly affairs and heroic deeds which was understandable since after all, she was still a Dayne of Starfall. "Surely, he is worthy enough to accompany the royal household."

"I might have accepted him in respect of Lord Beric if only he didn't chase after anything wearing skirts like a bloodhound and spitting foul language after every cup."

And that didn't count the fact that the man was a servant of the Lord of Light, a mystical religion of the Far East. The High Septon was horrified at the thought of Thoros scurrying his way into the Red Keep and converting members of the Royal family to worshipping fire and shadow which was nonsensical in a way for during these days, he was more fit to serve God of Tits and Wine than the Red God. Still, getting in trouble with the Faith just because of one whoremongering priest would be too foolish for Shaena's taste

"And I don't want to see you take part in the fair's melee or any melee in the Seven Kingdoms either. Sandor Clegane almost killed you in the last tourney."

"Oh come on, Shaena. It's due time for you to let that go. I had an arm displaced and that was it. People get hurt in this sport all the time. I gave the Hound a broken nose in retaliation, Ser Arys was knocked unconscious, Ser Lothar Frey lost a tooth and Ser Barristan had a broken rib many years ago when still a squire." Visenya laughed heartily, "It's a shame that Rhaegar is not allowed to enjoy such an activity any longer. He was a demon with a sword no doubt but I still want to see how he handled dull axe, stick and shield."

"It won't be a fair competition." Explained Ashara with a shaking of her head, locks of raven hair bouncing on her shoulders, "It's treason to strike at the King."

"Well, considering my sister still has her head then I say it's pretty much safe to do that."

Confusion was written all over Ashara's heart-shaped face for a brief moment before her eyes widened with realization. Shaena cursed under her breath. Seven Hells, how could she have known that? How old she was back then? Nine? Ten?

"Your queen's patience has a limit, princess." Warned the Queen coldly.

"Come now, don't bear your fangs and claws like that. It's just a harmless tease." Visenya smiled causally with a sway of her sword hand. "Well, it seems I have no choice but to do as my Queen commands. No improper companions will spoil your view, no melee I may take part in. Still, you may regret that decision later for soon we will need all the swords we can get, and every sword needs to be sharpened before battles."

The way she phrased it really made Shaena uneasy in her seat. Daeron said the same about spears and arrows after Rhaenys had flowered as he wanted to ship her to Dorne for Quentyn Martell in a crate if necessary, and a moon turn after, Lannisport was burned and Balon Greyjoy declared himself King of The Iron Island, Lord of the waves in Sunset Sea. Whether there was a war coming she couldn't be so sure but with all the smoke she saw in the morning, there must be a fire somewhere during the night.

"I heard people say there is commotion in the North which is so disturbing that a quarter of our forces is assembled."

"It can turn out to be nothing but rumour in the wind, your grace. Arthur used to say every well-trained army needs a drill every year." It wasn't a surprise for Ashara to rely on wishful thinking and denial. If a war against the North broke out tomorrow, then as the Lord Marshal, her brave Daeron would certainly be on the frontline leading the King's men against the frightful adversary. Selfish it might be but Shaena thanked the Sevens for Rhaegar had finally heeded his advisors and no longer put himself in danger unless the situation demanded. "When Lord Balon rebelled, people also said Lord Eddard Stark would declare himself King and join the rebellion."

A horrifying rumour that one was, causing the small council to urge Rhaegar to send her and the children to Essos. If Eddard Stark had raised the banners in favour of Balon Greyjoy, half of the Riverland, the Vale, and the Stormland would have joined him; King's Landing would be stuck between enemies in the north and south and unreliable allies in the west. The Targaryen dynasty would surely fall and Tywin Lannister would have succeeded in what he had failed earlier. Shaena still remembered the day ravens came down from the Neck bringing the message that the Northern loyalty to the Crown shall be maintained and how the people of King's Landing received the news with tears, prayers and toast to the health of the Warden of the North.

She too had cried and prayed, bending her knees in front of statues of Father and Mother at the Sept of Baelor for three days, with little food or drink or rest, till she collapsed and was carried back to the Red Keep. In an aspect, the Greyjoy Rebellion was even worse than the previous war cause back then Shaena was fully aware of how fragile Rhaegar's reign was. The Mad King was still fresh in people's memory, the Royal Army was in its infancy, and the coffer was nearly empty. No worthy allies to speak of, only flattering fools and opportunists.

Now the dragons had regained their strength as Daeron loved to boast but by no means, Shaena wanted to test that 'strength' on 50.000 northern blades.

"True, we can't rush to a conclusion with everything we hear. " Shaena agreed, "But it was Collin who told me this." Among her shields, Collin was entrusted to be her eyes and ears in the court and so far he had done a beautiful job. "Still, he can't say exactly what happens in the North."

"Something about 'The Gathering', I believe." Said Visenya "After every three years, northern lords all come to Winterfell to pay respect to the Stark and do what Northerners do; Discuss this and that before drinking themselves silly and fistfighting."

Ashara chuckled, "It must be quite a sight to behold,"

"No doubt," The Queen sighed, "But a silly Northern tradition is hardly an act of war."

"Perhaps not. However, if you connect that to what I have been hearing from sellswords and merchants from Essos of late then there are causes to worry. Tell me, have you ever heard of Khal Drogo and the Battle of Qohor?"

"The Dothraki horselord who attacked Qohor and got himself killed beneath its walls, no?" The battle had been the favourite subject of both men and boys in the Keep for months so even though Shaena had no interest in the East, she wasn't ignorant of the event, "Another bloody day in Essos and someone is killed. What is so special about this Khal Drogo anyway?"

"Nothing will interest you but the man who slew him definitely is." All the joyfulness and japes suddenly died out in Visenya's eyes, "They all told different versions of the battle but there is one detail consistently come up. Sellsword companies in turn abandoned the city to its fate till there was only one free company remaining. 'Sons of The Fallen' they style themselves, a newly found company led by a young captain-general. They said the young Captain-general was given the charge of the city's defence and in an honourable single combat, killed Khal Drogo with the Valyrian steel sword of his. It is said his hair is a silver stream, his eyes are deep purple and his banner is a black three-headed dragon."