Mhaelys stormed through the grounds and called upon her Moonfyre. The great beast reared its head through the cave beneath the dragon pit; an enormous waft of black and red emerging. Robb hurried behind with a few members of his houseguard in the chaos, attempting fably to calm the princess. "Moonfyre, Māzīs!" Mhaelys roared, tears starting to swim in her maddened eyes. Her once delicate wedding gown had become torn and muddied, silver braids now falling about her head. Moonfyre herself seemed shocked by her rider's newfound fury, but obeyed nonetheless. Clicking and whining, she stretched her great black wings. With fire and blood, they would pay.