Bringing the Dawn

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Willas Tyrell

On route to Dragonstone, 300AC

Never had he ridden so fast. Not even when he had ridden for Bitterbridge from Highgarden to alert his family to the raven from the man he was now declaring as his King. Three thousand men they had taken with them, keeping the remainder of the army behind for his Grace to plan out his next moves if they succeeded with the mission assigned.

It was certainly a bold mission, that was for certain. The time constraint was weighing heavily and as each day passed and they got closer to Maidenpool, he hoped they didn't run into any trouble or were stopped by a storm. They had been given a three day estimate, but Willas knew better. With luck, it was two and a half days they had. Urging his horse to gallop at a speed that would be considered dangerous but the men followed obediently. His sister close behind him as if they succeed in taking Dragonstone, that was where she was going to meet her new betrothed.

Margaery had asked questions of course and had snorted when he spoke on how he had ridden a dragon over his head. Wholly believing him to be japing as was his grandmother and brothers. Well, at least they were about to find out the harsh truth of the matter. How had they kept a dragon hidden in the first place? Trying his best to piece it all together and recalling the numerous tomes he had read when he was a boy on how fast they grew. Not once getting a concise answer which annoyed him greatly. After what felt like an age, they arrived in Maidenpool. Riding through the large town until they reached the harbour to see a few dozen ships awaiting them. A man walking over and speaking to them all.

"Each ship will hold a little more than one hundred. Not all of you will be able to take your horses but Lord Monford has arranged somewhere for those who cannot fit to stay. Lord Stannis left this morning and is expected to be at the city by nightfall."

Willas' eyes widened at that, eyeing Garlan in shock because now they had even less time to succeed. It was late in the day; they should arrive at Dragonstone early in the morning providing the sea is kind to them. Then they had to take the castle, secure it, fortify it, all before anyone could sail back who had gone with Stannis. But they agreed to this, and House Tyrell were loyal to the dragons once again. If it weren't for Aegon, Rhaenys, and Visenya, his House never would've risen to the station it was. They owed everything to House Targaryen. Their oaths may have wavered for a time, but not anymore. Nodding his head to the man before riding onto one of the ships and dismounting, a crew member taking the reins and his beloved horse below deck.

It took a little more than an hour before everyone was on a ship, and once they were no time was wasted in sailing out of the harbour and heading south. Once they were moving, his mind wandered to a single question. How did Lord Monford fit into this? And if he was on his King's side, why was he with Lord Stannis? Was he the spy that was hinted at during that meeting in the camp? Shaking his head a little to the side because he would get an answer to the question relatively soon. Margaery walking to stand beside him now, dark brown hair blowing in the wind and wearing a shawl around her shoulders from the chilly air.

"If you stopped wearing dresses which exposed so much skin you wouldn't be cold, sweet sister."

She punched him at that, laughing merrily at the comment. Instead pulling her shawl further around her. Willas knew why, their grandmother had been clear in teaching his sister that a woman's best weapon was her tongue and her body. If both of these were mastered, the south believed there was no need to wield a weapon. Something which their mother didn't agree on so did have some combat lessons instilled when she was young. Would she be able to hold herself in a fight? Probably not. But she'd at the least be able to defend herself should the need arise. Moving below deck to see his grandmother and mother with a game of Cyvasse and a tray of cheese and biscuits. Watching every move made and thinking on what they could do. Garlan and Loras were inched over the detailed map of Dragonstone depicting the towns and numerous villages, the Dragonmont, and the castle itself.