138 - Casterly Rock
Securing the Rock and its Ports was easier than Visenya thought it would be. It seemed that the proud lion that is Jason Lannister had marched South to aid the Hightowers, which in turn left his dear wife and daughters alone in their fortress.
Dalton had been all too happy in burning all that was left of the Lannister fleet. To see Visenya in the addicting green glow once again. While she may have been on Morghon aiding with dragonfire, it was enough for him.
The Lady Lannister had done her best to barricade the gates, but they had not prepared for dragon fire to rain from the sky. While the flames from Morghon and Cannibal were not and would never be able to burn away the fortress, it was enough to scare the people within it. Visenya the first had been right about not being able to dishearten the lords of the rock with their dragons. But making them extra toasty while they watched their fleet burn green with dragonfire and wildfire was a sure way to burn away any hope that the resistance of the Rock had, that they would be on the winning side of the war.
Ben and Visenya had both decided that it would be best for Ben to watch over the Ironborn as they raided the port while Visenya stayed in the air, ready for any dragon to show up. Though she highly doubts that Dreamfyre or Sunfyre would be showing up, there is always the chance that Daemon or Rhaenyra could try and claim this victory.
Visenya wasn't too worried about the other younger dragon riders on the Black's side. Baela would most likely be dealing with seeking revenge for their grandmother in the form of patrolling the same area as Meleys and Rhaenys once did. Joffrey is far too young to mount his dragon for war or what had been left of his dragon after Cannibal.
Visenya had thought that Jace would have taken longer in the north or Cregan or Aly would keep him there rather than letting the Blacks have another dragon on their side. She had been hoping that they would continue to be allies in the shadows, but she also understands that holding a prince hostage in the north wasn't something that would play well with Rhaenyra.
Visenya should have known her older brother would do anything to stay on the podium that Rhaenyra had placed him on. That he wouldn't have been foolish enough to fly Vermax South, not back to Dragonstone but rather to the Rock.
Jace had been lucky that Cannibal had given the fleet his full attention, and Morghon still holds Vermax dear to his heart. That Morghon didn't seem to understand that the dragon he grew up with was now, in fact, his enemy and that Visenya still has a love for her brother in her heart.
Perhaps, Jace should have returned to Dragonstone and stayed in the north under the safety of guests right. He knows Cregan would not have harmed him so long he was under his roof. Or he should have gone through the Vale for safety, though he had heard of the rising of Vale houses after the failure of protecting noble houses against Criston Cole.
But the pride he had inherited was controlling him, to win a victory for his losing side.
So that is why he had flown so close to Visenya and Morghon. To reason with her and convince her to give him this victory.
But he could see two things when he had flown close enough to Morghon and Visenya. That the rumours that Visenya had claimed another dragon was true and that the coronation at Harrenhal had occurred.
Visenya had been wearing her crown like Rob had asked; she felt silly. There was no way that the conquerors had worn their crowns when in battle, but it sent the Ironborn into a killing frenzy.
Visenya was quick enough to leave the battle when she spotted Jace and Vermax, not wanting to send Cannibal into a frenzy and risk her brother's life. Finding a clearing had not been easy, but once she had landed, Visenya had taken off her crown.
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