The Vengeful Ghost

62. Fields of Fire

Visenya and Grey Ghost made it by dawn before the camp was even waking up. She spotted Sunfyre in the treeline, away from the camp and away from aerial view.

As she circled around, the soldiers began to wake up. "Your Queen has joined you!" A soldier yelled. 

Grey Ghost landed beside Sunfyre, letting out a powerful roar that shook the ground. As Visenya got down, she let out a groan as she felt the soreness between her thighs. At this moment, she wished she had a saddle on Grey Ghost. 

"What the hell are you doing here?" Aegon yelled, running to her and grabbing her shoulders. "Are you okay?"

"I am fine, you dimwit! What were you thinking, Aegon? This was not the plan!"

"I know, but the general of the Tyrell army thought this was a smart move."

"Aegon!" She groaned and hit his shoulder. "I promised your wife you would make it back without a scratch. Sunfyre is not a large dragon, many of theirs would be large enough to bite his neck off!"

"They have scorpions," He frowned. 

"I can't lose you, Aegon!" Her eyes were wide with fear and he frowned, scratching his arm. "I know this war is only just beginning but I do not know how much more I can lose."

"You won't. Now Grey Ghost is here. And he is far bigger than Sunfyre." He pulled her into a hug and sighed. "I am so sorry, Visenya, I know I haven't spoken much to you lately."

"It's fine," She said softly. "You smell like dragonfire. So Duskendale was a success?"

He nodded and pulled away. "Yes, it was light work. You should go talk to the men, seeing their queen here might boost morale."

"Maybe," She said and looked back at the camp. Men were lining around the tents just to confirm it was truly her. She gave Aegon a pat on the shoulder and made her way over to the camps.

"My queen!" A man ran forward, kneeling before her. 

"Are you the General here?" She asked.

"Yes, Your Grace. Lyonel Tyrell is but an infant, so his mother rules as Regent. She appointed me to lead the army. She originally did not want to join the war, she wished to remain neutral. But the death of Princess Laenora swayed her. So she joined our overlords, House Hightower, in following you."

"So does that mean Gwayne Hightower is here?" She asked.

"No, he is on his way to the capital with the other half of the Hightower army. We have the other half."

She nodded and looked around. "So you must be Lord Redwyne?"

"Yes, Your Grace."

Visenya looked at the closed walls of Rook's Rest, wondering if Lord Staunton could see her. He didn't know Sunfyre was there, but everyone knew Grey Ghost appeared. Visenya walked past the tents and made her way closer to the gate.

"Lord Staunton, if you can hear me, this is your last chance to yield to me. If you do not, you will learn the meaning of Fire and Blood." She knew he had troops behind those doors, but he knew he was outnumbered. 

"Have it your way," She mumbled and walked back over to her troops. "Any word back on if he's received a response from Rhaenyra?" She asked Lord Redwyne.

"Nothing has arrived. I am beginning to wonder if she is going to send anyone at all. With Daemon at Harrenhal, no other dragon rider has been seen. You have sent us Aegon and two dragons aided in the Riverlands. You have been very gracious."