Ironborn Fleet

Euron Greyjoy could already see that his land invasion of Dragonstone was not going as he planned. The Targaryen's decided to leave their army here instead of marching them with the others. It would have been shortly manned if they did so. Quick raid and grab what was it supposed to be. He would be quite a bit richer in gold, hurt the Targaryen's pride by doing something no one ever has done, and made off with a Targaryen Princess as his salt wife. Now he's fighting the Dragonstone's army at the beach and having the Baratheon fleet attacking his rear. He needed to even the odds before they close in on him.

Maybe giving them a more important target to focus on. Smirking he turned to his second in command to relay his new orders. "Have half our fleet break off and set a new course. They have a bigger target to enjoy" he started.

"The target?" the man asked as he let a cruel smirk decorate his face.

King's Landing

From the protection of the castle, Connington could see the battle favoring his side. We are better trained, equipped, rested, and have more numbers. The Ironborn seem to be running on the pure thrill of the fight, which won't last long. It won't be long until the inland raiders were dealt with. Even the beach invasion seemed to be changing. Ironborn ships were breaking away and heading south.

'Wait, not all of them' he thought as he noticed half stayed and the other half broke off. What purpose was this plan, he did not know until he saw the Baratheon fleet break off to chase them. This left the remaining Targaryen fleet to fight the other half of the Ironborn fleet. Something they didn't have numbers to do.

Paying attention to the direction of the leaving Ironborn fleet, he thought of a reason why they would break off until it came to him. 'They are heading directly for King's Landing! Rush the side where the Royal Fleet was not focus on and storm in. I have to get back to the capital to protect the royal family!' he thought about to make a move to do so but then remember the princess right next to him.

If he leaves them now then Dragonstone would surely fall, and she would live a life that would make her beg for death. The things they would do to her. Could he sacrifice her for the rest of the Royal family's safety? The inland raiders were nearly wiped out and their forces were moving to reinforce the troops on the beach. But more boats were coming to shore to reinforce the enemy.

'I must protect the Rhaegar's family' he thought firmly making a decision. It was then that the word of a Greyjoy has landed made him pause. 'But first him'.

Turning to Visenya he looked down at her while placing on his helmet. "I will go down to the field and take out the leader of the Ironborn. Once I do so, the troops are to retreat into the castle and defend against a siege. I need to return to King's Landing to protect the royal family from an incoming invasion" he explained.

"What?" she asked confused on this action. "You are leaving me here alone to face them?" she asked.

"I will leave the King's Guard here with you. But I must return. The needs of the royal family comes before you. Once the Ironborn are dealt with, the King's Guard will transport you North to the Gift. I will meet you there. I wish you all the best" he finished leaving no room for her to reply as he left the wall.

"He left me" she mumbled watching the man's back. 'He left me to fend for myself against these savages. The royal family'.

"I hate them all" she spoke turning back to the battle so no one could see her tears.

Beach Battle

The sounds of combat were going on strong still as each other side sought the others death. Swords smashing against sword, shield, and flesh. Men laying on the ground injured, dying, or dead. One man could be seen wielding a single sword was carving a path through the Targaryen troops.

Ducking underneath a slash of a sword he maneuvered around to slice open the man's back. As the man fell, he used his sword to deflect a stab from a spear, causing it to stab another soldier. A quick swipe of his sword relieved that man of his head.

"Is this the best you got?" he laughed at the other Targaryen soldiers looking at him with caution.

"GREYJOY! COME EMBRACE YOUR DEATH!" shouted a voice behind the troops. Recognizing the voice, the troops moved aside to show Jon Connington marching up with his sword drawn.

"Lord Jon Connington. Now that's a challenge" he smirked waiting for him in the field.

"Maron Greyjoy. I'll make it quick" he stated rising his sword up and slamming it down on Maron's raised sword. With a clang the attack was blocked as Maron pulled a dagger from his side pocket and went for a stab. Seeing the stab coming he used one hand to grab the attacking wrist and kicked Maron's chest to gain some distance. Getting their bearings, they both soon went back to fighting.

As the fight progressed it was easy to see that Connington was a much better warrior. He barely had any scratches while Maron was littered with bleeding cuts but still fighting. Giving a chuckle as his sword arm dropped to his side and looked over from his wounds to Connington.

"What is-" he started only to be cut off as Connington slashed a deep wound across his chest, dropping him on his back.

"Save your words. I don't care for your house's words" stated Connington before turning away and sheathing his sword. Following the commander, the Targaryen troops slowly pulled back leaving Maron's body on the floor.

"Pull off forces back within the castle. My work here is done" he ordered moving towards the castle and then the horse stables.

Reaching his horse, he climbed up and headed for a secret exit. Before using the exit, he looked up to see Visenya staring down at him with looks of hatred. He could honestly feel that she wanted him dead, and he can't blame her. He was leaving her here with the threat of the Ironborn breaking in and taking her. If they meet again, he could only hope that she can forgive him.

Watching him break contact with her, she looked on as he took the exit out as the rest of the Dragonstone forces entered the castle and sealing it close. Now they must survive this siege by any means. How they were supposed to do so, she didn't know. But the troops here were looking towards her for directions to which she had little to no experience in.

"We shall hold out until they retreat, or reinforcements arrive" she spoke to the soldiers. It was the only thing she can say at this moment.

Beach

Walking up to Maron's body was Euron shaking his head at him. "You just had to charge in recklessly. And then when all your troops die, you sneak around to the beach to use my forces to get what you couldn't get done" he stated stopping in front of Maron as he looked up at him in an extreme amount of pain.

"You are lucky we are family, and that you still have use". Looking towards his men, he signaled them to treat him and move him to the ship for more medical care. If he lives, good. If he doesn't then he's not strong enough to survive in his future.

Now focusing on the castle, he could see the Targaryen forces defending against any chance of them trying to break in or using tools to climb over. Walking closer so his voice could be heard, he yelled out "Princess!".

Movement from on top of the wall cause him to finally see her beautiful white hair as she looked down at him. He could tell that she was young but that didn't matter to him. He shall get what he wants. Sooner or later.

"Princess! You and I have a meeting to attend to, in my bed! Don't keep me waiting!"

"We shall never have that meeting. So, take your savages and leave these lands!" she yelled back as he smirked. He could tell that she was scared. He could almost smell it coming off her.

"I will get to you! Either after I kill everyone in this castle, or while I'm killing everyone in this castle! End result is still the same! You being mine and everyone else being dead!" he finished before walking back and disappearing into the crowd of his troops.

Castle's Wall

"Who is that man?" she questioned to her guards and King's guards. "Euron Greyjoy, brother to the Balon Greyjoy" spoke a King's guard recognizing him. Keeping that in mind she continued on stating "we will need to send for assistance. Hoping to outlast them is a risky plan".

Heading into the castle, she entered a large room containing a long table with a map on it. Walking up to the map with her guards she started reviewing it.

"The Baratheon fleet just left and even if they stayed, they wouldn't be so willing to help because of me. The closet kingdoms would be the Reach, Vale, and the Riverlands. All three who would take much time to arrive or might even ignore my request. The closet support would be King's Landing" she pointed out.

"Or the troops chasing the Ironborn in the Riverlands" spoke up a King's guard. "I would say that this is our best option. Reach the pursing Riverland troops for help. What is Riverland's opinion of me?" she asked the King's guard.

"They have never said anything against or in support of you. They joined the last rebellion due to a arrange marriage. Nothing to do with your father and mother. But it is well known that the Riverlands hate the Ironborn with a fierce passion".

"That's good enough. We would have to use their hatred of Ironborn to tip things towards helping us. It's best to send a King's guard to request it. Your words are more convincing to follow compared to a soldier".

"I shall leave at once" the King's Guard bow and then leaving upon getting Visenya's permission.

"I'll shall also send a message to the Reach. I can only hope they will answer my plea for help. At least out of loyalty to the Targaryen's. I will also send a letter to the North and Vale. Maybe they might have some forces around that we don't know of" she finished grabbing a paper nearby to write her messages. God, did she wished she had the eggs hatched with the dragons full grown. She would make them all pay by burning them to ash.

Fortnight later

Pyke, Iron Island Capital

Rhaegar with his army and the combine armies of the North, Westerlands, Vale, and the Reach have pushed into the Iron Islands Capital. They have been fighting through the islands taking village and fortress one after another. Killing Ironborn soldiers and rescuing slaves, captives, and salt wives. They were finally sieging the capital to put an end to the Ironborn rebellion when an emergency message reached him.

Stopping the planning within his command tent, the commanders and lords watch as he read the scroll with shocked eyes. He even read it over to confirm it before sitting back in his chair with a shocked look.

"I am King" he muttered as the scroll informed him of his father's death. Different thought ranged out through the tent as some looked worried as others were happy that the made king is finally gone. But everyone knew that things were going to change. He knew things were going to change.

Because he is King.

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