The Fierce Falcon.

Part 58

Artys's Pov. 

Standing in the counsel room I have my hand on my stomach as I have to force my body to stay up while they've been speaking about a plan for King's Landing, Joffrey bought himself the Golden Company.... and he holds Dorne and the Lannister Army.... we are evenly matched right now if not outmatched. 

"We'll surround the city. If the Iron Fleet tries to ferry in more food, the dragons will destroy them. If the Lannister's and the Golden Company attack, we'll defeat them in the field." Jon says and it's a plan, but what if the Dornish march for us? And we will be trapped from two sides, Joffrey may be a stupid foolish idiot but his mother isn't. 

"All Right." Daenerys says after a couple of seconds while Sansa looks around before her eyes briefly settle on me as I have to stop the grunt from leaving my lips. "The men we have left are exhausted. Many of them are wounded including our King. They'll fight better if they have time to rest and recuperate." She speaks. 

"How long do you suggest?" Daenerys asks and not out of worry or sympathy no she wants to march right now. "I can't say for certain, not without talking to the officers. And Maester Woldan says it could take months before The King is fully healed." She says as I place my hand on Ser Barristan's shoulder and stand up a little straighter. 

"I came north to fight alongside you at great cost to my armies and myself. Now that the time has come to reciprocate, you want to postpone." 

"It's not just our people. It's yours. You want to throw them into a war they're not ready to fight? And you came North because that's what our Ki-" Sansa starts with a bite before I cut the girl 

"Sansa." I lowly warn the girl as I know Dany is ready to throw the Stark Girl in front of the dragons. "The longer I leave my enemies alone, the stronger they become." Daenerys says as she looks at me and I look around the room, she has a point the longer we leave the alone the more support Joffrey may gain from sellswords and others from Essos. 

"We will march for King's Landing the wounded will be able to return home, I'm tired of war when I look around this room I see enough people who've known grief and loss by the fighting that has been happening these last years. It will end soon, one way or another." I speak as I look around at the faces of the people in here. 

 "So if all are in agreement, Your grace Artys, Jon, Loras Tyrell, Brynden Tully and Ser Davos will ride down the Kings road with their troops and the bulk of the remaining Dothraki and Unsullied." Tyrion speaks as Jon places the pieces towards King's Landing. 

"A smaller group of us will ride to White Harbor, and sail from there to Dragonstone with our queen and her dragons accompanying us from above." He adds and I let a frown form on my face. 

"Dragon Stone what do you wish to gain from Dragon Stone? It would be foolish to go there what if Euron's fleet is waiti-" 

"Then he will know Fire as his ships will burn down to the bottom of the sea. We will sail for Dragon Stone." Daenerys lowly says as she cuts me off and I have to keep my scoff inside of my lips, what is there to gain from Dragon Stone at this moment? There's still the Greyjoy fleet out there. 

"We have won the Great War. Now we will win the Last War. In all Seven Kingdoms, men will live without fear and cruelty under their rightful queen." She says before turning around and walking out of the room as her counsil is quick to follow after her.

"Dragon Stone? She's going to Dragon Stone?" I mumble under my breath as Ser Barristan starts to lead me out of the room and back to my chamber for some more 'rest.'.