Dance with Dragonfire

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Dragonstone Castle, Dragonstone Island

129 AC

"How did it go?" Rhaenyra questioned Laela, Aemon, and Laura.

"So we married at Storm's End in a Valyrian ceremony." Aemon said before he was slapped by Laela.

"Yes, these two got married. But Borros is firmly on our side now since his grandchild will be the future ruler of Westeros." Laela said calmly. "How did everything else go?"

"Jeyne Arryn is supporting us, Shaera and Aemma have returned. Baelor and Alyssia have yet to get back or use the dragon glass candles to contact us." Rhaenyra said.

"What of the Greens?"

"They're laying siege to Rook's Rest, I dispatched Mother to help them." Laenor spoke up.

"Laying siege? They can easily burn it." Laura frowned.

"It's a trap." Aemon whispered in horror.

A loud roar sounded, and everyone rushed to the windows. Aegarax was seen flying away; Aemma had come to the same conclusion.

"May the Fourteen bring them back." Laela murmured.

Death.

Yes?

Please, don't take Rhaenys or Aemma.

I'll do my best. There is much surrounding the Battle of Rook's Rest that can decide the outcome of this war.

Thank you. Watch over them.

Dragonstone Castle, Dragonstone Island

129 AC

Rhaenys and Aemma returned, shaken and injured but alive. The White Dragon aided her mother off Meleys and began the healing spells on both of them.

"We injured the Pretender and Sunfyre seriously. Aegarax landed some blows to Sunfyre's wings and Meleys clawed the golden dragon pretty badly." Rhaenys said. "If Aemma hadn't shown up, I would have died."

"Both of you are to stay here until you have recovered. And Aemma—if you do that again you are banned from flying Aegarax for a decade!"

"Yes mother." the namesake of the Arryn Queen mumbled, but her parents hugged her.

A dragonglass candle activated and Alyssia and Baelor were shown.

"Alyssia, Baelor. How is the Reach?" Laenor inquired. Daemon and Shaera entered the room at the same time.

"It's fine. Elys Tyrell is co regent for the Reach along with Matthos's widow, Camilla Florent. They've declared for us and so half of their banner man did the same, but the other half declared for the Pretender. They have agreed to the betrothal and your request for Luther to foster with us." Baelor reported.

"Daeron is leading the Hightower army in the Reach and he is winning ground. Should we confront him?" Alyssia added.

Aemma paled slightly. Laela frowned and carefully entered her memories of Daeron—and oh dear she loved him.

The Silver Lady made a mental note to keep her away from the Reach until the war was over.

The adults exchanged a long look. "Well, the Pretender already had his ass kicked by two women..." Aemon mused.

"Only fight him if you need too." Daemon instructed. 

"What's your opinion on Dorne?" Shaera inquired her sister and cousin.

"If we offer them something good they could declare for us." Alyssia said. "Aliandra Martell has a son a year older than Viserra."

The Lady of the Mist paled visibly at the idea. Viserra was only two years old.

Viserra, despite being far form the Iron Throne, was still a royal with powerful connections—she was the great granddaughter of the Queen Who Never Was and the granddaughter of the Rogue Prince and the White Dragon.

"That will be remembered but not now. Baelor, Alyssia, stay in the Reach for now. If you think you need to drive back Daeron, then do it." Rhaenyra said.

"Stay safe. Both of you." the Black Prince added.

"I think we should capture Daeron and Tessarion. We have Helaena on our side and if we capture Daeron, the only dragon left for the Greens would be Vhagar with Sunfyre injured." the Ruby Dragon suggested.

"Good idea." Laela nodded.

"We'll keep that in mind." the Sky Prince promised.

"Good luck." the Sky Princess murmured before the connection was cut.

"So, about King's Landing." Daemon drawled. "We need a plan to take it."

That is today's chapter. I hope you have all enjoyed it!