DRAGONSTONE - CHAMBER OF THE PAINTED TABLE
Daenerys, Varys, Missandei and Tyrion are standing around the painted table having a discussion. Tyrion knocks over one of the figurines as Daenerys and Varys speak.
DAENERYS: We need to find Euron Greyjoy's fleet and sink it.
VARYS: Your Grace, he's already destroyed a good portion of our fleet. To send our remaining ships after him --
DAENERYS: I'm not talking about sending our ships after him.
She pauses and looks at Varys. He in return looks at Tyrion.
TYRION: But you'll have to go yourself. Euron's ships could be anywhere or in more than one place. You'd be flying around the open seas alone for who knows how long.
DAENERYS: I wouldn't be alone. I'd have Drogon, Viserion and Rhaegal. What can anyone do to them?
MISSANDEI: They can still do something to you. It only takes one arrow.
TYRION: It's too great a risk. You're too important.
The Targaryen looks down at the painted table.
DAENERYS: What about Casterly Rock?
VARYS: The Unsullied will be there soon.
MISSANDEI: And what will they face?
VARYS: A difficult situation. They know we're coming.
TYRION: Yes. Cersei believes my sole purpose in life is to destroy House Lannister. She will be ready.
DAENERYS: What news do we have of Lord Tyrell's movements?
VARYS: My sources report that Lord Alester has landed in Oldtown, rallying support to march towards King's Landing.
CASTERLY ROCK
At Casterly Rock, Grey Worm leads the charge alongside his Unsullied warriors. Their disciplined precision clashed against the defenders atop the castle's battlements. The Lannister archers, organized and fierce, rained down arrows upon the advancing Unsullied, claiming lives with each deadly volley.
The clash was brutal, arrows piercing the air like rain, finding their marks amidst the Unsullied ranks. Yet, their determination remained unwavering. Row upon row of Unsullied soldiers attempted to scale the walls using ladders, only to face a barrage of rocks hurled by the Lannister defenders.
However, amidst the chaos, Grey Worm knowing of a secret tunnel thanks to Tyrion orchestrates a daring maneuver. Leading a contingent of Unsullied, they navigated through treacherous waters and find the passage into the castle, emerging within its walls undetected.
In the inner courtyard, the battle intensified. The Unsullied, their trademark discipline guiding their movements, cut through the Lannister defenders with ruthless efficiency. With Grey Worm's leadership, they stormed the castle gates, pouring through like a torrent, unleashing devastation upon the Lannister forces.
But amidst the heat of battle, Grey Worm noticed something amiss. The expected resistance seemed diminished. His gaze scanned the horizon, only to witness a grim sight—the Unsullied fleet under attack by the Iron Fleet. Boats burned and sank amidst the onslaught, a devastating blow to their forces at sea.
The absence of a substantial Lannister presence within Casterly Rock perplexed Grey Worm. Turning to a captured Lannister soldier, his voice laced with urgency and frustration, he demanded answers about the missing troops, seeking to comprehend this unexpected turn in the conflict.
As the dust settled and the clash subsided, Grey Worm's mind raced, grappling with the implications of this unforeseen twist. The incomplete victory and the ominous developments at sea left him pondering the nature of the broader battle and the whereabouts of the missing Lannister forces.
OLDTOWN-DOCKS
A cloaked Alester steps off a ship and walks through the streets of Oldtown before standing across from the massive Citadel. Two men walk his way both with there faces covered. Alester reads the men's body language. The man closest stands before him and removes his hood.
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The Prince of Thorns
FanfictionAs the heir to Highgarden, Alester Tyrell embodies the virtues of nobility and justice. Fiercely loyal to his family, he stands as a beacon of honor in a realm fraught with treachery. But the path to preserving the Tyrell legacy is paved with perilo...
