Before, the Game of Thrones, the seven kingdoms saw the rise of Westeros as a united country, all seven kingdoms forged into one great kingdom under the greatest dynasty. The story revolves around Aegon and his two sister-queens; their ascent and th...
Argella stood by her window day and night, looking out for any horses galloping towards Storm's End. She had foods brought to her and maids attending to her needs. "Rest, Princess." They said.
"Not until father comes." She replied not taking her eyes off the horizon.
The storm that wrecked the lands for days had ceased and often the sun would wink from the clouds. Whenever a little ray of light struck the pale stone walls, Argella would cling onto it like she clung to her diminishing hope. Worry was hammering constantly in her bosom but she cannot break down, their men looked up to her for courage.
Before the dawn when the sky was just turning rosy, Argella was woken up by her attendants. She dressed quickly, forgetting her fatigue immediately and ran down the castle with rest of the household.
"Princess-" The chief steward began Areglla ignored him and advanced towards Penrose who awaited their men. Soon their banner appeared, blood stained and torn, led by Connington whose visor was gone and a red gash ran from his left eye to chin. The men behind him were worse- some limping, missing limbs, eyes blinded and the most ghastly being the half burnt men crying with anguish.
Argella did not have to wait for them to know.
"Bar the gates." She commanded. She had to be strong, she will mourn her father later. "Pull up the drawbridge. No one enters the castle ground."
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After Argilac's fall, their army lost all heart. They left them in the battlefield along with their weapons. Men of Stormlands were never to cower from fight yet Argella saw in their eyes, their spirits beaten to pulp, pure fear blackening their eyes. Fear of fire and extinction.
The Targaryens were quick to arrive at Storm's End. Their red and black banner flew all the way to the shoreline. Trenches were dug and camps set up, blocking all entries for supplies. And worst of all, like nightmare, the great dragon flew over their head casting eclipse.
Soon Queen Rhaenys arrived at their door seeking parley.
Argella climbed up the stairs of the dais and seated herself on the throne her father sat only days ago. It was cold, hard and uncomfortable. King Argilac had worn his crown to battle; it was probably lying in mud somewhere, like the king himself is.
The youngest Targaryen sibling was astonishingly fair and elegant. Typical of Valyrians, she had silver gold hair that went down to her hips; unlike her older sister, her face was comely and possessed an air of gentleness and serenity. She wore no armor over her red silk, relying entirely on guards flanking her side.
Argella mustered all her strength, trying to channel Argilca's stoic firmness and commanded, "Speak."
In reply, Rhaenys offered her a disarmingly tender smile and approached towards her. The palace guards immediately formed a wall between two queens, pointing out their spears. Rhaenys smirked at them.
