The Wars to Come - J.S.

32 - REVENGE

— dragonstone —

"Are you alright?" Jon asks after pulling Aurora into his arms.

She nods, her hands resting on his chest as she stares up at him. 

The first thing Jon did upon arriving at Dragonstone was run to Aurora. She had come to the beach to greet him, a tired smile upon her face as she saw him approaching.

He had not stopped worrying since he heard about the Iron Fleet attacking them, but as he meets her eyes he feels the weight lift from his chest. 

"Come on, we have to go meet with Daenerys." she says as she takes his hand and pulls him towards the stairs with her.

As they walk she explains the ambush to him, how the Iron Fleet is now armed with the large scorpion's that were used against Daenerys in the battle at the Gold Road. How Rhaegal took a bolt in the side but they were able to move out of the way before any more hit. 

They enter the council room to find Daenerys standing over the map table. She looks up upon their arrival and smiles, "Good, you're here."

They agonize over every detail and try to predict their enemies strategies as well as come up with their own, and after hours of argument they agree on their plan.

— 

Aurora and Daenerys smile softly as Missandei approaches them after saying her goodbyes to Grey Worm. 

"He will come back to you." Aurora says with a smile, a reference to a conversation the three women had once, though that time seems so long ago now. 

The other two women laugh and Missandei hugs Aurora gently before doing the same to Daenerys. 

"Be safe." she says, concern in her eyes as she glances between them.

Both girls nod before making their way to the boats. They are rowed out to the awaiting ships and then they set sail.

— king's landing —

The Golden Company stands in front of the gates to the city, scorpions line the tops of the walls behind them with archers filling the gaps between. 

The combined army of Targayren and Northern forces stands opposite them, some still filing into place. 

The air is tense between the two armies as they stare each other down. 

The Iron Fleet guards the city as well, spread out across the water - each one harboring one of Qyburn's scorpions, loaded and aimed at the sky.

The city is bustling with people trying to find shelter, pushing each other out of the way as they do. The gates to the Red Keep close, leaving many outside screaming to be let in, banging on the doors and arguing with the soldiers who refuse to open them again. 

Daenerys flattens herself against Drogon's back as he begins flying down beneath the clouds. As she emerges into the blue sky, the scorpions are turned in her direction and orders are shouted across the decks of the ships.

As the bolts begin to fly at her she moves her body to the side, Drogon mirroring her and letting the bolts fly past them.

"Dracarys." Aurora yells, the wind roaring in her ears as they approach from the other side. Their plan worked well, some of the sailors had noticed their approach but their bolts had already been fired at Daenerys and Drogon and they couldn't reload fast enough as Rhaegal swooped in from behind.