Come Back To Me

Chapter 36

Daemon burst through the doors with tears in his murderous eyes, hands trembling beyond control. Caraxes was going buckwild just outside in the fields, stomping and screeching at the top of his lungs.

"WHERE IS MY FUCKING DAUGHTER?!?!" His voice boomed throughout the entire castle, making everyone jump with gasps or yelps.

Rhaenyra turned around from the fires with every bit of color gone from her. The dark circles under her eyes weighed heavily on her face. There were permanent tear stains along her cheeks.

War had broken the black queen.

"Everyone out...Now." Rhaenyra managed to get out as everyone else cleared the room quickly. The two of them stood on opposite ends of the tables.

Each of them defeated in every way you could possibly imagine.

"Nyra..." Daemon choked back a sob as his voice cracked. Rhaenyra blinked away the tears in her eyes, feeling her heart turn into a black hole. "...wh...where's...where's my little girl?"

"She's gone...Viserys too...Daemon nearly all our children are gone." Rhaenyra paced over to him and the two collapsed into each other's arms, holding onto each other for dear life.

Daemon's knees gave out as he gripped onto his wife's sleeves. The two of them hit the floor, screaming into each other as they'd finally hit their breaking point.

Syrax and Caraxes were inconsolable messes just outside. Their cries echoing for all of Dragonstone to mourn.

Especially the silver dragon who isolated in the dragonmont, never to be seen but certainly heard whining through the night until the sun came up. Never eating. Never hunting. Never flying.

Simply mourning.

There had been no reports of Daena's body being recovered nor any whispers of her in King's Landing from Mysaria or Ser Arryk.

With the death of Vermithor and Silverwing's severity of mourning, there was nothing else left to assume.

What could they do? What was left?

Jace sat at the top of the stairs, peaking over the ledge at his broken parents. He turned back around, sliding against cobblestone and silently crying into his knees.

His sister. His big sister. He was supposed to protect her, all of them. Luke, Jaehaerys, Viserys, Stormcloud, Vermax, Seasmoke, Ser Laenor, Moondancer, Vermithor, and now...now Daena.

All who remained in his family were him, Aegon, Baela, Joffrey, Rhaena, Rhaenys, Corlys, Daemon, and Rhaenyra.

Most of their dragons now perished. Tyraxes, Melys, Syrax, and Caraxes. Jace nearly thought to claim Silverwing, but he couldn't disrespect his sister's memory like that.

Enough was enough. They were taking King's Landing. They were ending this war. Jace rose to his feet storming towards the grand maester and slamming the door behind him.

"My prince?" The maester flinched at the entrance.

"Send ravens to all our allies. We march on King's Landing at the end of this moon. That is an order." Jace declared, not taking no for an answer as he watched the maester work over time to get the letters out.

Aegon sat on his throne, looking down at his court at his celebration feast. The greens had pulled so far ahead in the war, it was nearly over. They could taste the victory.

It was sweet to some.

Bitter to others.

Aegon couldn't tell where he fell. He was itching to see the look on his niece's face after she'd lost her dragon and father. After she'd lost everything.