The Black and Red Dragon

Chapter 73: Naval supremecy

I walk with Yara, Theon, the Sand Snakes, and Ellaria down towards a room to rest and take care of our wounds. I was lucky I had my armor or I would have been gravely wounded by Euron. I sit down and let out a sigh of exhaustion.

I look around the room. Everyone looks exhausted, wounded, and bloodied. "What are the reports?" I ask Yara. "Minimal losses, a dozen or so ships were destroyed, but we captured around thirty of them," she says. "What about the other side?" I ask. "We captured those that surrendered, but from the ships you destroyed and those that attacked our ships... maybe a thousand dead? We took around a couple of hundred captives. Give or take," she says. I nod. "We should kill the men we captured," Yara says. I look with a shocked expression at Yara. Ellaria nods in agreement. "I agree," she says.

"No, we will not," I say. "We are not Euron. We are not Cercei. We will not butcher these men. Keep them in the cells for the time being." Yara sighs and sits down. "We barely have enough room in the cells for all of them on all the ships. You have a good and kind heart, Visenya, but we do not have the means to keep them alive. They also betrayed me by supporting Euron," she says.

"Sunspear is not far, right? We can put them in cells there. And how can you say you are willing to butcher your own people? They may have followed Euron, but at home, they will have wives and children waiting for them. Show them mercy and win them over. That will make your rule easier," I say to her. Yara is about to object again. I raise my hand. "That is my final word on the matter," I say in a commanding voice.

"You act like a proper queen," Ellaria chuckles. "We have enough cells in Sunspear for them all." Yara nods and sighs. "Fine. What about Euron?" She asks. I shrug. "I doubt Cercei will want him back. No offense, but your uncle is crazy. So, he is not very valuable. I will ask Daenerys what should be done with him. But I think we will hand him over to you so you can decide," I sighed. "Will you send a raven to Daenerys?" Ellaria asks. "Something similar to a raven," I chuckle.

"How is the fleet? Can we proceed with the plan?" I ask Yara. "I don't see why not. We have even more ships now. There is no fleet in Westeros that can match ours," she says. I nod and look at everyone in the room. "It was an honor to fight with you all. On behalf of Daenerys and myself, you have my gratitude. You will be rewarded when Daenerys is crowned Queen. I won't forget how Dorne and the Iron Islands came to our aid," I say with a smile.

Yara places a hand on my shoulder. "We should thank you. We would have been fucked without you and your dragon. Euron would have killed us all," she says. Ellaria nods. "I agree. We owe you our lives," she says. Obara stands up. "I saw you fight. It was unlike anything I witnessed. No man, no women I've seen made moves as you did," she says. Nymeria nods. "I'm truly honored to be your squire, Your Grace. I would love to train with you," she says. Obara looks with jealousy at her sister. So does her other sister, Tyene. I chuckle. "Easy girls, I will train with you all," I say. "And please call me Visenya."

Yara laughs. "It was truly something to behold. You could call it legendary," she says. She looks at the table, grabs a cup filled with alcohol, and raises it in the air. "To Queen Visenya the Dragonknight. General of Daenerys Targaryen. Her spouse... and the hero on the assault of the Targaryen fleet!" She announces.

I laugh and stand up to raise a cup as well. "I am no hero. Each of you fought fiercely today. I am just happy to be alive so I can see my family again," I say. "A humble hero. Many songs will be written about you," Ellaria smiles. I let out a sigh. "Aah, well, this hero is exhausted," I say and drop back into the chair.

Nymeria points to my cheek. "You should have your wound tended too," she says. I nod. "I can help with that. I have some skills in sewing and cleaning wounds," Ellaria says. "I will get the supplies," Theon says and walks out of the room. "We should also see if you have any injuries under your armor," says Nymeria. I nod and she helps me with my armor. When everything is off me, I start to look myself over. Only a couple of dark bruises, nothing major. "Only some bruises it seems," I sighed. "You should change your dirty clothes as well. They will only hamper your healing," Ellaria says while eying me with a glaze over her eyes.