So fell King's Landing to the Wolf and Dragon,the haughty Lannisters brought to their knees.
The second the layers of ice across the Wintery continent of Westeros started melting,the sounds of armies marching,ravens flying and scheming whispers began again.
From the North,marched legions under Queen Arya Stark,the South marched the Rightful King and his vengeance thirsty family to the gates of King's Landing they marched.The commons cheered the return of a house once thought dead and another deposed,in reality they feared the outcome when wolves,lions and dragons have a 'dance'.
At the peak of summer,both sovereigns met on the fields on the Golden Road,just a few days march from King's Landing.A field bathed in the heat of summer,on both sides stood two armies.One carrying a sigil of a grey Direwolf running on a field of snowy white,another a three-headed red dragon breathing out red flames on a field of black.Stood in between was a figure many Southrons feared,cladded in plated armor and wearing a cloak with the Stark sigil,clasping her face was the a mask of Valyrian Steel and adorning her head was the new Crown of Winter,with her stood her loyalest companion,a she wolf the size of a horse and piercing golden-yellow eyes.
It was none other than the feared Queen of Winter,Arya Stark the Restorer,the Conqueror,The Magnificent,The Shadow Wolf of House Stark and her she-wolf companion Nymeria,the Queen's Justice.
Behind them stood a fifty-thousand strong army of Easterlings,Northmen and many more all united under her crown,banner and name.
Not too mention beauty.
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Standing across her stood a King who many claimed was the Warrior in flesh and the Conqueror reborn,cladded in black armor with the his dragon sigil emblazoned on the chest plate.Swaying on his left hip was Blackfyre and adorning his head was a combination of the Aegon I's and Jaeherys I's crown.A circlet of Valyrian Steel adorned with colorful rubies,symbolizing peace yet kingly authority.Beside him stood proud his mount,the green dragon of Rhaegal granted after he tamed the wild beast from his aunt Daenerys who sailed to Westeros.Tall and proud the emerald dragon stood,flaring shots of green flames from his nostrils,staring at the she-wolf in judgement.
Behind the King and his mount stood an equally sized fifty-thousand army of Dornishmen,Reachmen,Stormlander and many more.Traditional enemies united by the King,his lineage and power.Legitimate by his Aunt's recognition and surrendering of her own Royal Claims to him.
More so for fear of his dragon,no one wanted to celebrate the first day of Summer with a burnt keep.
Silence was aplenty in between these two figures,the only sound that could be heard was the wind howling at the open field.Both armies were nervous,both sides fearing that the only two hope of Westeros might eat at each other's throats even when the real threat was a few days march.
Tyrion was impatient,he had reunited with the boy king now he stood watching from afar at the way events were playing.Impatient he was,two powerful figures who are betrothed standing across one another like enemies and the fact Cersei,his so lovely sister is just a few days march.Yet,if he was in Aegon's boots even he would feel worried and have doubts,the boy hasn't seen or heard of his betrothed for three years.
