Notes:
*rises out of the smoke like Mushu*: I LIVE!
Also, italics is High Valyrian
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
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Highgarden, the Reach: 127 AC
Aelinor looked down at assembling Green army and rolled her eyes. She had received word that Corlys and his troops had taken Oldtown, and where currently purging the Citadel of the traitorous Maesters.
"Lower." she urged Talyrax, her loyal friend, and Talyrax dove. "DRACARYS!" Aelinor screamed and white flames took out two hundred and fifty troops in a go. Daemon and Caraxes joined the fray, as did her father on Vermithor.
The Black army let a volley of two hundred arrows fly, as horns blew in the distance. The familiar roar of Syrax was heard and she saw Martell troops heading their way. Syrax began blasting the Green army and Talyrax flew closer.
"You took your time!" she called to her twin playfully. "Dracarys!" she ordered and Talyrax kept bathing Green soldiers in dragon fire.
"We had to take the long way." Rhaenyra called back.
It took thirty minutes, but the Green army was nothing more than ashes. By the end of the day, her Black soldiers had captured the survivors. The conscripts and peasants forced into the army where let go, but the volunteers?
They where executed with no mercy.
Highgarden, the Reach: 127 AC
Later that night, Aelinor looked up from her book as Daemon entered her rooms. "We can go home now." Damon commented. "After we deal with those traitorous Maesters in Oldtown." the rider of Talyrax reminded her lover.
"Then we go home and see our children again. I'm tired of bloodshed." the Rogue Prince commented. Aelinor laughed at that. "The Rogue Prince is tired of fighting?" she gently teased.
"Yes." he answered, his dark purple eyes meeting her violet.
"Well, I do suppose we have a wedding to plan then." she commented, earring a rare, genuine smile from her uncle.
Notes:
Up next is the epilogue
*blows nose*
I'm not ready for this!
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