True Dragons: A Song of Fire and Blood

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Re: True Dragons: A Song of Fire and Blood

PostPosted by JDSweet » Sun Jul 16, 2017 09:03

Chapter Ten - When Iron Blades Clash

"Aye, this 'Targaryen' can come and pry the Iron Isles from my cold, dead hands!" Euron was excessively angry.

"Are you sure that is wise, your grace?" Rodrik the Reader began. "This 'Targaryen' has a dragon. And from the reports I have read, a damn big one." Sitting across the small council table was Harlaw.

"Reader, I don't recall asking your advice!"

"But I'm still going to give it," he replied. "Because I don't intend to let foolish animals like you determine the fate of me and my get."

"You treasonous cunt, I'll..." One of the Harlaw men who had accompanied Rodrik helped him up from his seat. The other three moved between him and Greyjoy.

"You'll what now? I'm afraid my old ears aren't the same as they used to be."

Euron stared in anger as a third of his kingdom walked out of the door on him. If I win the war he'll give me more than his life in recompense.

The Goodbrother representatives followed Harlaw out the door. Make that half my kingdom.

Lord Voltmark sat silently with the other lords at the table. This emergency council session had gone worse than expected. Asha Greyjoy and her piss-faced, dickless brother had declared publicly for the pretender Aegon Targaryen.

The room was dark, almost black, as nobody had yet bothered to light a candle.

"How long until a Targaryen host could make it to the Isles?" Volmark asked.

"Two, three months tops. Surely some Lannister and Tyrell parties will land long before that though." Euron ran a scarred hand through his matted black hair.

"I suggest we take the offensive," Orkmont said.

"Are you fucking mad?" Euron replied calmly. "They have at least two hundred thousand men on the mainland!" His tone was more than slightly less calm on that note.

"Think about it. Your brother rebelled against the Iron Throne thrice, and only relied on defensive methods, outside of his failed invasion of the North."

"Aye, we're fucked either way, so why not?"

*********

Aegon Targaryen marched his hosts from the North back to the Crownlands after learning of the abrupt end of winter following his victory over the Others. From there, he sent out ravens to all the lords, ordering them to prepare their crops and reform their armies for the invasion of the Iron Isles. Then, Aegon sent a raven to the Isles with an order to submit to Targaryen dominance again. Having learned the terrors of war first hand, and wanting to avoid it if at all possible, he even offered to allow the Iron King to retain his titles so long as he did obeisance to the Iron Throne and didn't raid Westerosi lands under his protection.

In short, Euron would have none of it, though the actual wording was much more... Interesting. Aegon had raged for hours to the council and hours to his wife about the reply before drifting off into a troubled sleep. The next day, he awoke with renewed determination to make Euron eat every shameful word of the letter.

He immediately sent word to his lords to make double time for the capital, and ordered Lord Velaryon to send his best ships to burn the Greyjoy fleet in harbor. Lords Lannister and Tyrell would land armies upon the Isles in a fortnight to soften resistance for the main thrust towards Pyke, led by Aegon himself.

It was a good plan. A well thought out, masterful plan, but its implementation proved difficult. For starters, many lords refused to raise their levies, and only the threat of royal intervention forced Bywater, Ryker, and Baelish to raise any men at all.

By 308 AC, the royal hosts were ready to sail in King's Landing. But to Aegon's surprise, they would not have to embark on such an endeavor. Lord Rosby sent word that his castle was under siege by a massive host of Ironborn, and forward scouts confirmed this fact. Aegon immediately moved his thirty thousand men to relieve Rosby, but found the siege abandoned. He then received word that the Greyjoys were assaulting the capital and made double pace for King's Landing.

********

"Fire!" The captain shouted, and a hail of arrows rained down upon the Ironborn trying to scale the walls. The remaining Wildfire stores were being fastly depleted as they attempted to repel the siege.

Rplly Duck approached him, in the process pushing a scaling ladder over and eliciting a terror-filled scream from the three Ironborn climbing it. "What's going on, why are we being attacked?" Dolly asked, confused. He had only recently been awoken and informed of the siege. Though he had received different reports from different people, and had decided to have a look for himself.

A siege tower approached, but a flaming crossbow set it aflame. Ironborn jumped from the top of the tower to escape the all-encompassing flames. "They breached the Mudd gate, but we've managed to hold the others. A contingent..."

"Soldier, WHO breached the Mudd gate?"

"The Ironborn!"

********

Rhaegal roared in delight, spewing flames over the attacking Ironborn, consuming their ships and siege towers. According to Rolly the siege had lasted three days and the men were about to surrender when relief finally arrived in the form of Aegon's host. The cavalry charge into the Greyjoy rear had crippled the Ironborn host beyond saving except for a small 2000 man force estimated to have escaped on the ships.

********

The throne room was as elegant as ever. Though lacking in much of the Targaryen-centric ornamentation that had adorned it before the War of the Usurper (Robert had much of the memorabilia destroyed on his ascention, though more of it was stolen during the sack that preluded it), the room was nonetheless glorious. As usual.

The glory was increased by the fact that Euron Greyjoy was in chains, kneeling before the Iron Throne. "Lord Greyjoy," Aegon began, emphasizing the word 'Lord,' "You are charged with treason, rebellion, the murder of your niece and nephew, and the attempted murder of members of the royal family. What say you to these charges?"

"Fuck you." Greyjoy refused to meet his face. Aegon nodded and Rolly slammed the hilt of his blade into Euron's jaw, filling the room with the sound of a crack and eliciting a grunt of pain from Euron.

Aegon laughed. "If I were any less of a man I would have you flayed alive and fed to my dragon without any chance of survival..." He looked over at the sleeping Rhaegal, as if to emphasize this point. "But luckily for you, I'm not my grandfather. You have two options," Aegon sighed, growing bored of the company of the man who had personally tried to murder his children before being detained by Lady Brienne and Ser Gendry the Bull. "Renew your fealty to the throne," he tapped the side of one of blades that the throne was comprised of, "or die." He again looked at Rhaegal.

Euron's eyes met Aegon's. After much determination and effort, Euron spoke his two word answer. "Fuck you."

"Okay. You made the choice." Aegon turned to Rhaegal. "Rhaegal," he began. "Take him." And the dragon lunged forward, frying Euron and swallowing him in one clean, almost graceful movement. To his credit, the Ironborn king didn't scream.

"Next order of business," Aegon started. "Rodrik Harlaw, you are named Lord Paramount of the Iron Isles, may you and you heirs rule it wiseley yada yada, from this day until the end of time. You will depart for your new lands as soon as possible."

The day passed quickly for Aegon - his victory having envigorated him, and the war leaving a lot of stitching the realm back together to do.

At the end of the day, Aegon, his ass sore from sitting on hard metal all day long, his head aching from listening to the many, many petitions from city dwellers whose businesses or shops were damaged in the assault. As soon as he reached the bottom step, Varys burst into the room. "Yes, yes, don't bother knocking or anything," Egg mused, overlooking the serious expression on Varys' face.

"Now is not the time for jokes, you grace!" Varys snapped, getting Aegon's attention. "I have called an emergency meeting of the small council. You MUST attend!"

Aegon sighed before following Varys.
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Re: True Dragons: A Song of Fire and Blood

PostPosted by JDSweet » Sun Jul 16, 2017 09:12

Chapter Eleven - A Dance of Dragons

"You look beautiful," the man said.

"I know," she replied. "Let's not get too into this. We were wed for a reason."

"Okay, fine. But it wasn't a lie."

She sported silver hair and purple eyes. On her dress, the three-headed dragon of House Targaryen. On his chest, a golden rose on a field of green.

******

"I want him arrested immediately!" Egg shouted, slamming his fists onto the table, before pacing back and forth rapidly. "How in the seven fucking hells could we have let this slip past us?"

"Daenerys Targaryen sacked Myr a month ago, she would have acted by..." Girys began.

"You fool! The bitch would need more time to act than that, to build alliances and produce heirs! We've given her all the time she needs. She married him three gods damned years ago and it took you this long to figure out his real name?" Egg asked Varys in astonishment.

"Your grace, there's..."

"Shut up! Gods dammit!" He punched the table again, tearing skin from his knuckles and opening fresh wounds.

"Your grace, I protest," the Halfmaester started.

"Oh, save it, a great many worse things will be happening to all of us if we don't get her - and his - head on a spike soon." Aegon was starting to calm down. A little.

"Your grace," Varys spoke up again. I have more troublesome news... " Aegon frowned. "He has tamed Viserion."

"Arrest his father, arrest his brother, strip them of their lands and titles before they can be used against us," Aegon ordered. "Let the Golden Rose forever be a curse against your enemies!"

***************

"Lord Tyrell," Dany stated. A formality. Beside and behind her were two rows of six Unsullied - an honor guard. Standing wither her was her husband, Garlan Tyrell, and before her was Lord Paramount Mace Tyrell and his heir Willas. Deanery's belly was swollen with child, and Garlan wanted his newest son to be born in the Reach, for this one, unlike his two previous sons, would take the Tyrell name. And Daenerys needed to meet with her allies in Westeros in order to coordinate an effective plan to defeat The Pretender. An heir to Brightwater.

"Show me to your council chambers and we can begin."

"Right away my queen."

******

"The Pretender has armies here and here, and seems to have realized the threat and mobilized his armies to block us," Garlan started, pointing at Farring Cross. "As soon as your child is birthed, I suggest we land you Unsullied in Bywater. Catch them from the east, and my father will harry them from the west. We'll form an implacable hammer and anvil as used by Baelor and Maekar against the Blackfyres over a century ago."

Dany smiled. She liked the comparison of Aegon to the Blackfyres - the most infamous pretenders in modern Westerosi history.

"Greyworm, Barristan, Jorah, what do you think of this plan?"

"It's as good as any, Khaleesi," Jorah said first. Daenerys had accepted him back into her army and heart after the Sack of Volantis, as he had single handedly killed twenty guards and opened the gates for her army, saving countless lives and proving his loyalty.

"I agree, though from what I know of this pretender, he is not as keen to fall into traps as we might hope, or he would never have managed to claim the throne in the first place, let alone sit on it for so long. He is no Aerys I or Jaehaerys II, but a man of the vintage of Daemon Blackfyre or Aegon the Conqueror - a man to be respected. He is brave, bold, dashing, quick and handsome, or so I've heard. He has most of Westeros convinced he is who he says he is. Hells, he might even believe it himself." Barristan stretched his muscles out as he spoke.

"So you advise caution?"

"I advise caution in all things, your grace. Coming from an old knight who's slammed broken hand in a door more than once out of impatience." Barristan smiled one of his rare smiles. He didn't do that much, anymore.

"Grey Worm?" Dany spoke up, requesting the advice of the leader of her Unsullied.

"Yes, my queen."

"What is your opinion of the plan?"

He hesitated before continuing. "It is good plan," he said in broken common.

"Then it is decided," Daenerys said, her tone going from inquisitive to authoritative in a flash, a trait gained from years of front line commanding.

**********

Aegon stood at the balcony, looking out over the dark city. It was his. For now. His wife, Arianne Martell, approached from behind, grabbing his waist. "Join me in bed, my love," she said suggestively. Arianne pressed her chin into his back, inhaling his scent. The two had become attached, very attached, though their marriage was originally political in nature it had turned into much more. Men in the streets whispered about how their glorious king had "tamed" the wild Martell woman, but in many ways it was the other way around... Men don't tame women, women train men, he thought.

"Arriane, what am I supposed to do? I have Daenerys closing in from one direction and treasonous lords the other. And my job is to keep the peace. To make life better for everybody - or as many people as I can. But I can't help but think that the only way to accomplish my job is to take my own life. Many people will die in the war to come. Many good people, who have no business dying. I've seen war before, I don't fancy seeing it return to the realm." Egg rubbed his eyes. "I just don't want this all to be for nothing."

"What for nothing?"

"This," he replied, waving his arm to emphasize everything. "There has to be a reason I won where others failed. There has to be a reason for our existence, that of our children," he finished, his tone unsure.

After a moment of thought Aegon laughed at himself. "Look at me, getting all philosophical on the eve of war."

"Don't kid yourself honey, you've always leaned a bit towards the philosophical side," Arianne joked. The two turned and returned to the bed, where they made love.
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Re: True Dragons: A Song of Fire and Blood

PostPosted by Mistefar » Sun Jul 16, 2017 18:25

Looks like i'm going to read something tonight!
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Re: True Dragons: A Song of Fire and Blood

PostPosted by JDSweet » Tue Jul 18, 2017 02:35

Chapter Twelve - A Black Dragon and a Golden Lion

Garlan Tyrell, Egg thought, seething in anger at the sight of the traitor. "Rhaegal, UP!" and with a crack of his whip (a technique he adopted from his readings of dragon taming at the Citadel), he flew up to meet his opponent.

"Surrender, Aegon, and our queen will show you mercy," Garlan shouted over the sounds of battle below them.

"She I'd no queen of mine!" Egg replied as the dragons engaged. Rhaegal dove forward in a mad assault, slamming into Viserion at full speed. The two beasts groped at each other with their claws, each trying desperately to disembowel the other before the other did the same to it. Rhaegal, however, was not as maneuverable as Viserion, despite being near twice its size, and suffered mutliple torn off scales before they disengaged and began circling one another once more.

The wind blew Egg's flowing silver hair back into his face making it harder to see his foe. The duel raged above, and the combat below tipped back and forth as Ser Bronn of the Blackwater led a fierce and deadly charge against the Blacks, and Ser Barristan Selmy countered with one of his own, every bit as fierce as that of his opponent.

Fire shot in all directions as the dragons danced. Then, the deciding moment. Egg saw an opening and guided Rhaegal to take it. Viserion had left its right wing complete exposed, and Rhaegal clamped her jaws tight on it, eliciting a screech of pain from the silver beast. It struggled and raked to free its wing, but to no avail, and then Aegon gave the order: "Dracarys," and flame seared through the membrane of the damaged wing, completely destroying it. The flamed continued, sweeping over the beast, and lashing out onto Garlan, burning him. Then, the bodies of Viserion and Garlan fell, lifeless, to the ground a hundred feet below. The Black host shattered and began to flee. The day had been won.

******

The dragon landed in the courtyard of the Red Keep. Much to his dissapointment, Aegon hadn't been greeted by his wife, the Queen, who had been sent back to Dorne with the youngest of her children on the request of his good-father, Prince Doran.

Rushing up to greet him, however. was Myrcella Waters. The girl had grown over the years, as had her brother. They called Tommen the Lionknight, and Myrcella was known the realm over for her fair features and keen intellect - the latter a result of her tutelage by Aegon and Arianne at the Red Keep.

"Your grace, do you need any wine? I've heard fighting is terribly thirsty work?" She asked, averting her eyes. Egg had no idea why she always did that. It made the conversations... Unusual. Then she did something she had seldom done before. She looked him in the eye. Something about the green hue entranced him. "It's in the kitchen, if you want me to get it for you, or we could go together?"

For some reason the offer seemed much more attractive than it usually did. "Sure," he replied, sliding off of Rhaegal. Myrcella approached it. "Can I," she asked, gesturing to the dragon.

"Sure, she doesn't bite. Well," Aegon laughed. "Not unless I tell her to. Isn't that right Rhaegal?"

The dragon purred, as if replying. Myrcella ran her hand across its green scales. After a moment she returned her attention to Aegon. "Let's go get you that drink then, shall we?"

The two began walking.

******

They talked together, enjoying one another's company the entire way there. As it was night, the kitchen was empty aside from them.

"So, I guess this is where we go our separate ways," Aegon asked, hesitant to see her go. It was then that Egg noticed the smooth - loose - gown she was wearing.

"I guess it is," she replied, smiling awkwardly. He turned to find a small cask of wine.

"Of course, we don't have to part ways just yet," she said, suggestively.

His back turned to her, Egg briefly considered what he assumed to be her coming onto him, but brushed the idea aside. I'm married, he thought, shrugging the idea off. "I can't. I don't have any more business with you right now." His voice was nervous.

"Of course, of course," she continued. "I just wanted to say," she undid the lace holding her clothing on. "I'll always be here if you need company. You know, somebody to talk to." Myrcella grinned.

Egg turned around, and was shocked by what he saw. "I'm married, it's not," but he couldn't finish his sentence. She was on him in an instant, pressing her lips to his with the ferocity of a lioness.

Egg tried to pull away, but Myrcella held him firm, unbuckling his belt. "I want you. I've wanted you from the moment I could think of wanting anybody. I will have you." And she pushed her lips to his again. But this time he did not pull away, but cupped her breasts in his hands. It was almost an hour before Egg managed to tear himself away, back to his quarters. When Rolly saw him staggering, half-clothed to the royal bedchambers, he rose an eyebrow, but knew better than to ask. [i] It's not the business of the Kingsguard to ask questions.[i]
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Re: True Dragons: A Song of Fire and Blood

PostPosted by JDSweet » Tue Jul 18, 2017 02:38

Chapter Twelve - A Black Dragon and a Golden Lion

Garlan Tyrell, Egg thought, seething in anger at the sight of the traitor. "Rhaegal, UP!" and with a crack of his whip (a technique he adopted from his readings of dragon taming at the Citadel), he flew up to meet his opponent.

"Surrender, Aegon, and our queen will show you mercy," Garlan shouted over the sounds of battle below them.

"She I'd no queen of mine!" Egg replied as the dragons engaged. Rhaegal dove forward in a mad assault, slamming into Viserion at full speed. The two beasts groped at each other with their claws, each trying desperately to disembowel the other before the other did the same to it. Rhaegal, however, was not as maneuverable as Viserion, despite being near twice its size, and suffered mutliple torn off scales before they disengaged and began circling one another once more.

The wind blew Egg's flowing silver hair back into his face making it harder to see his foe. The duel raged above, and the combat below tipped back and forth as Ser Bronn of the Blackwater led a fierce and deadly charge against the Blacks, and Ser Barristan Selmy countered with one of his own, every bit as fierce as that of his opponent.

Fire shot in all directions as the dragons danced. Then, the deciding moment. Egg saw an opening and guided Rhaegal to take it. Viserion had left its right wing complete exposed, and Rhaegal clamped her jaws tight on it, eliciting a screech of pain from the silver beast. It struggled and raked to free its wing, but to no avail, and then Aegon gave the order: "Dracarys," and flame seared through the membrane of the damaged wing, completely destroying it. The flamed continued, sweeping over the beast, and lashing out onto Garlan, burning him. Then, the bodies of Viserion and Garlan fell, lifeless, to the ground a hundred feet below. The Black host shattered and began to flee. The day had been won.

******

The dragon landed in the courtyard of the Red Keep. Much to his dissapointment, Aegon hadn't been greeted by his wife, the Queen, who had been sent back to Dorne with the youngest of her children on the request of his good-father, Prince Doran.

Rushing up to greet him, however. was Myrcella Waters. The girl had grown over the years, as had her brother. They called Tommen the Lionknight, and Myrcella was known the realm over for her fair features and keen intellect - the latter a result of her tutelage by Aegon and Arianne at the Red Keep.

"Your grace, do you need any wine? I've heard fighting is terribly thirsty work?" She asked, averting her eyes. Egg had no idea why she always did that. It made the conversations... Unusual. Then she did something she had seldom done before. She looked him in the eye. Something about the green hue entranced him. "It's in the kitchen, if you want me to get it for you, or we could go together?"

For some reason the offer seemed much more attractive than it usually did. "Sure," he replied, sliding off of Rhaegal. Myrcella approached it. "Can I," she asked, gesturing to the dragon.

"Sure, she doesn't bite. Well," Aegon laughed. "Not unless I tell her to. Isn't that right Rhaegal?"

The dragon purred, as if replying. Myrcella ran her hand across its green scales. After a moment she returned her attention to Aegon. "Let's go get you that drink then, shall we?"

The two began walking.

******

They talked together, enjoying one another's company the entire way there. As it was night, the kitchen was empty aside from them.

"So, I guess this is where we go our separate ways," Aegon asked, hesitant to see her go. It was then that Egg noticed the smooth - loose - gown she was wearing.

"I guess it is," she replied, smiling awkwardly. He turned to find a small cask of wine.

"Of course, we don't have to part ways just yet," she said, suggestively.

His back turned to her, Egg briefly considered what he assumed to be her coming onto him, but brushed the idea aside. I'm married, he thought, shrugging the idea off. "I can't. I don't have any more business with you right now." His voice was nervous.

"Of course, of course," she continued. "I just wanted to say," she undid the lace holding her clothing on. "I'll always be here if you need company. You know, somebody to talk to." Myrcella grinned.

Egg turned around, and was shocked by what he saw. "I'm married, it's not," but he couldn't finish his sentence. She was on him in an instant, pressing her lips to his with the ferocity of a lioness.

Egg tried to pull away, but Myrcella held him firm, unbuckling his belt. "I want you. I've wanted you from the moment I could think of wanting anybody. I will have you." And she pushed her lips to his again. But this time he did not pull away, but cupped her breasts in his hands. It was almost an hour before Egg managed to tear himself away, back to his quarters. When Rolly saw him staggering, half-clothed to the royal bedchambers, he rose an eyebrow, but knew better than to ask. It's not the business of the Kingsguard to ask questions.
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Re: True Dragons: A Song of Fire and Blood

PostPosted by Mistefar » Tue Jul 18, 2017 04:20

Nei! I thought there were two chapters but it's just one!

Also, nice fanfic there.
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Re: True Dragons: A Song of Fire and Blood

PostPosted by JDSweet » Tue Jul 18, 2017 04:26

Mistefar wrote:Nei! I thought there were two chapters but it's just one!

Also, nice fanfic there.


Thanks! I actually have chapter 13 written out, but I think I'm gonna post it tomorrow, as it is getting late.
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