Larys had seen a bloody streak in her, something his trueborn brother and sisters had lacked. He was the only one who’d ever cared a whit for her, when she was just the ugly bastard girl sleeping on the filthy floor.
But he was her brother and she loved him. Larys was such an arrogant git at times, Alys thought. “You think I need flesh and blood to unmake a queen?” he’d scowled at her, his pride riled. I do not know if Lady Misery would let you manage it a second time.” “Boastful brat,” Alys had ruffled his hair. I do not think it would take much to nudge her over the edge.” My houseflies in the Red Keep say she barely eats or sleeps these days. “But if Lucerys is killed, it may be short-lived. “There will be a siege,” said Larys to her, more than once, dark eyes glittering like beetle shells. But Rhaenyra would never bestir herself from her seat, nor dare risk little Joffrey and his Tyraxes. Rhaenyra’s knights were green, and though she had the far greater numbers in dragons, half of them were ridden by children.Īlys did not doubt that she would send Lucerys into combat, and perhaps Rhaena on Silverwing as well. Aegon’s men were battle-hardened from fighting their way out of the Reach, and bolstered by the confidence of Tessarion flying overhead.
The Celtigars still held Dragonstone for the Queen and the Velaryon fleet had suffered heavy blows from Vhagar, but there were reports of a few warships in the Blackwater Rush all the same.īut Borros Baratheon had brought ten thousand to men to bear with Aegon’s, and so there was no clear victor in numbers, at least. Between the Vale and the Crownlands, Rhaenyra had perhaps twenty thousand men guarding her city, and doubtless a bristling garrison and scores of civilian militias inside the walls. Now it seemed evident that the battle for the capital would begin. Tumbleton had not been burned or sacked, but scores of terrified townsfolk had fled into the Kingswood, right into the path of the oncoming storm lords. Meanwhile, Aegon’s army of Reachermen had rolled over Bitterbridge and done likewise with Tumbleton the Blacks there had seemed to take a look at their odds and decided rather than fight it out in the town, they were better off abandoning it and retreating to King’s Landing to join with the knights of the Vale and the Crownlands. The bastard girl Nettles had harried the Baratheon army on Sheepstealer as they finally marched out of the Kingswood, but it was obvious the little wretch was wary of starting a raging forest fire in this dry heat, and so her attacks had tapered off over time. Everyone was converging on King’s Landing. He’d raged and raged like an animal at the thought of not being able to join his brothers at Bitterbridge, and he’d been no happier a fortnight prior when Criston Cole left Harrenhal with a contingent of six hundred men.Īlys had been in the map room at Harrenhal with her brother. The weeping burns on his arm were supposed to have their dressing changed thrice a day, however, and much to his dismay, the maesters insisted he keep the arm in a silken sling to protect it from knocking into anything.Īemond had never been a sickly child he was unused to feeling like an invalid and it infuriated him that he’d been separated from Vhagar for so long. It had been eight weeks since he’d taken his wounds, and while he was forbidden from using his right arm, his ribs were healed, and he could walk and move fairly normally. Stats: Published: Updated: Words: 128,365 Chapters: 36/45 Comments: 367 Kudos: 625 Bookmarks: 142 Hits: 23,866Īlys did not panic when she found Aemond missing from his rooms. The Dance of the Dragons | Aegon II Targaryen v.Mysaria | Lady Misery (A Song of Ice and Fire).Aegon II Targaryen & Aemond "One-Eye" Targaryen.Daemon Targaryen & Lucerys Velaryon (Son of Rhaenyra).Rhaenyra Targaryen & Rhaenys Targaryen Velaryon.
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