Who's Afraid of Little Old Me? / Aemond Targaryen / House of the Dragon

54. To War again

We're off to war again, old girl rhaenys told meleys as she prepared to set out.

"To the Seven Hells with you, Cole!" Gwayne demanded. "You may as well have sounded horns to announce our coming!"

"Order the Darklyn levies to break off and move ahead." Criston corrected. "We must keep the dragon's attention divided. Make the signal."

" What signal?" gwayne demanded.

" All is going to plan." The flaming arrows were shot into the sky and a horn blew out. Aemond prepared himself to take flight.

"Where is Aemond?" Maeve questioned shifted Jadyn in her arms. "Where is he?"

"He's not with you?" Alicent countered. Maeve ran off. Jadyn laughed out from her arms. "Maeve!" she shouted chasing after her.

"He's gone." Larys corrected stopping her.

"Where?"

"You know where." Larys countered softly.

"He is going to get himself killed."

"Tis not Aemond I would be worried about." Larys countered. "Aegon has set off as well."

"What?" Maeve whispered.

"Idiot," aemond murmured seeing aegon fly over head, "wait vhagar not yet." Vhagar grumbled laying back down in the grass with a heavy thud.

"Forward, Sunfyre!" Aegon shouted. "Faster!"

" Dragon!"

"Whose dragon is that?" Gwayne questioned.

"His Grace, the king's." Criston realized.

"This was your secret plot, Cole? For the king himself to lay ambush and mayhaps die in the attempt?!"

" No!" Criston corrected. "Loose more signal arrows! Stalwart men of House Targaryen, your king has joined you! Hold to your courage! Hold to your wits! For the Seven have blessed and shielded this host with divine purpose! For the one true king, Aegon! Advance!" Criston demanded. "Where are you, Aemond?" Criston whispered looking to the skies.

"Dracarys!"

"We have to do something!" Maeve begged. "I can't just sit here and wait for someone to die out there!"

"We can't risk you-"

"You can't risk me flying off but I would never leave my children." Maeve corrected. "Never." She seethed. "I just want Aemond home."

"Not the king?"

"Fuck off, Tyland." Maeve sneered.

"Attack meleys!"

"Dracarys!" Aegon shouted.

Meleys claws tore through sunfyres chest and the beautiful dragon went crumbling. The dragons cried out in the sky.

"They have the blackwoods, we need the brackens." Avalon realized. "You think they would switch queens?"

"They both are up in the heir. The heir of blackwood is 11, the brankens just want a war. They will fight each other no matter who is on the throne. You might get one or the other not both." Draegon corrected.

"When did you get so smart?"

"I paid attention."

" Thank the gods!" Aegon declared seeing Vhagar.

"Dracarys!" Aemond shouted attacking Vhagar from all angles, flying his brother slightly in the process.

"Your Grace!" Criston shouted seeing Sunfyre plummet.

Rhaenys didn't give up she turned back around. Wounded she commanded. "Attack, meleys." Aemond peered back annoyed more than anything turning around as well. Flying at her a dangerous game of chicken. Meleys was so small compared to vhagar fire blazed around them a sea of smoke and flames in the sky. Swirling around each other in chaos. The dragons got lower and lower to the ground.

Once they regained flight again rhaenys searched the sky for any sign of vhagar only to be trapped his vhagars mouth. Meleys was held at the throat chomped down severing her neck rhaenys fell strapped tight to her saddle with meleys dead body. Vhagar remained the victor once again.

" Fall in behind me! Into the breach!"

"The king has fallen. We must find him."

" Aemond! Where's His Grace?" Criston begged.