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Chapter 21 The Eldest v. the youngest

Chapter 21 of Moonlight

A/N- *DRUM ROLL* ITS HERE

Warning- Swearing, ANGST, SOME FLUFF, violence!, blood! Death! SPOILERS for future events of HOTD!!!!

Pairing- Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon!fem-reader, Cregan Stark x Velaryon!fem-reader

Episode- After 1x09, events based off of Fire and Blood

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Fear turned to anger. And anger to revenge.

Ever since Lucerys died all you’ve wanted to do was lay in bed and just let time pass, you don’t want to move eat, or speak. But you’ve been at war since Lucerys died, there’s been no time to rest or to grieve. You’ve faltered since your grandmother and Jacaerys died, but you haven’t had time to actually grieve now. So now, grieving is such a foreign concept. Now grief is just rage and a need for violence.

Which isn’t the best outcome when trying to gain allies.

“We’re going to have to ask for the Princess to leave her weapons with us,” a Riverrun guard demands. He demands you.

“Like hell, I am,” you sneer. Ser Tully will have to welcome me as a warrior—”

“Y/N,” Addam cuts you off and grabs your arm. “Just leave it,” he whispers sharply.

You snap your eyes at him and glare at him. “You want me to walk in there defenseless?” You ask without caring to whisper. “We aren’t inside the castle walls, is this how you treat your princess?” You throw out at the guards. “By making them stand past your bloody gate?”

“We’re here for aide,” Addam snaps back. “Not to declare war. Leave it or I will go in without you.”

You challenge his glare and clench your jaw. He’s right of course, you admit it, but what if you’re betrayed? Alys did so. After all, it was your husband—late husband who’s been burning their kingdom, what if they want revenge?

“Y/n,” Addam says through gritted teeth. “Trust me and leave it.”

He’s right, he is. Plus he's the only one you have right now. Your mother…well she probably hates you now, leaving after disagreeing doesn’t really look good for you. Cregan is far, your brothers are dead, so Addam is the only one you have at this very moment.

“Fine,” you huff out and take your bow off before you unhook your arrow pouch from behind you to hand it to the guard.

“Very well,” the other guard next to him says and bows his head. “Follow me.”

Addam and you share a passing look before you walk ahead first to follow the guards inside the white castle walls. You can't say you aren't impressed, because you do find this castle quite charming, the river, and the trees that are now dull due to the winter weather add to its charm. The castle walls are quite tall, and still very white, as if it were the first day built.

When you’re inside the main building, the tall windows light every inch of the corridor so it isn’t dull or bleak. You can see the delicate designs painted on the walls and grow quite impressed, you always thought Riverrun would be muddy and quaint due to where it is, but it’s not.

Once you reach the main hall though all those lighthearted feelings vanish when you see Ser Elmo Tully.

Riverrun isn’t the first house you visit, since Addam found you, he only gave you a day to rest, he said he’d give you a full moon's cycle but there was much to do, and wars to win, so he gave you a day. After that, you flew first and foremost to House Frey to pay a visit to Lady Sabitha Frey, the woman who wanted to take Harrenhal after Aemond left, and who wanted to capture you or kill you.

Her face went pale when she saw you walk in her main hall. And considering her actions and your counterattacks she didn’t argue against your plea, she feared what you’d do if she declined so she decided to join along with her father and his brothers of House Vypren. Which was the smartest choice.

You then went to Raventree, and the twelve-year-old Lord didn’t hesitate to accept and join your march. Now you’re here, at Riverrun. Addam and you still want to ask other Lords with smaller houses, but you advised him to gain the support of their Liege Lord first, which will convince them without the need to bargain so much. So you’re here now, striding inside the main hall alongside Addam

“Princess Y/N of House Velaryon! And Ser Addam of Hull of House Velaryon.”

The knight looks between Addam and you, but lastly drops his gaze on you and watches you hard before he bows his head. “Princess,” he greets. “I heard of the loss of your husband, my condolences.”

You scoff and shake your head. “Don’t. I know you’re relieved he’s dead—”

“Y/N,” Addam scolds you before he steps forward and bows his head. “I apologize for her…we’ve been flying for sometime now.”

You scoff. “Don’t apologize for me,” you counter and step past him to continue. “I know what Aemond did. Which is why I know you aren’t sorry he’s dead…nor do I want you to be. So don’t give me your condolences, I alone will grieve for him. And that’s okay.”

Ser Tully's gaze stays on you for a moment before he walks to a Tully High seat. “Very well then,” he says and sits down. “What do you want from me? It’s not every day we get a visit from not one but two Dragonriders.”

“We wish to speak to you, Ser Tully,” Addam interjects. “If it’s true you speak on behalf of Lord Grover?”

Ser Tully clasps his hands over his lap and nods. “Aye, I do.” He says. “My grandfather is ill and bedridden. I act as Lord Regent until he gets better and can sit here himself.”

You hum softly and share a knowing look with Addam before you take one last step forward to speak of your need right away. “Very well then, and forgive me for my bluntness. Today we’re here on behalf of Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen, to ask Riverrun for aid in our battle against Daeron and the traitors that dine with him at Tumbleton. They’ve gone too long unchecked and allowed to rule like savages. It’s time we take revenge on their treason against the crown and the Queen.” You direct proudly and without an ounce of falter.

You’ve gone on playing in the shadows, acting like someone you’re not to get what you want. Aemond is dead, so there’s no holding back, there’s no need to hide your intentions. From now you will face everyone with who you really are, a princess and warrior hidden too long in the dark.

“Unless you support the Usurper? Then I can’t promise our Dragonfire won’t turn here first.”

Ser Tully glances at Addam to see his reaction to your comment, thinking you’ve stepped out of line, but Addam simply lifts his chin and silently supports your threat. So Ser Tully sighs and leans forward in his seat. “I would be mad to support the Greens after what the Kinslayer has done to my lands,” Ser Tully says in a booming voice. “He left disaster and tragedy, trauma to innocents who had no fight in this war. I, and House Tully won’t stand for that. We will fight for what’s right like we should have done at the start of this war when the Queen asked for our alliances.”

You blink in surprise at his quick agreement and share a quick proud look with Addam.

“Besides,” Ser Tully chuckles. “Two dragons in one’s courtyard does wonders to resolve one’s doubts.”

You show off your smirk and feel a weight lift off your shoulders.

“We aren’t a big house,” Ser Tully adds. “But we will fight with what we do have.” He stands up and walks down to stand before Addam and you. “I will be honored to fight alongside you Ser Addam of Hull, and you, Princess.”

“And will Lord Grover object?” Addam makes sure to ask. “It is he who chose not to choose a side in the first place.”

Ser Tully scoffs. “I am Regent, aren’t I?”

Addam and you share a small smile before you offer Ser Tully a thankful nod.

“The Queen, Ser Addam, and I are grateful,” you share sweetly.

Ser Tully bows his head and then steps aside. “Now please, rest for the night here. It would be my honor. And it gives me time to prepare to join your march.”

Without the need to argue his invitation Addam and you gladly accept, and it is once you’re alone with your half-brother that you bring up the most notable thing that led to this quick arrangement.

“He was scared.”

Addam nods as he smiles. “Hell yeah, he was. Especially after you threatened to burn this place.”

You smirk and shrug nonchalantly. “We need his army, and there’s nothing that motivates someone more than the threat of dragonfire.”

——

*SOMETIME LATER*

“If I enter at opposite ends of the battlefield, that will catch them off guard from both sides,” you share your thoughts for this anticipating battle you’re already itching to start.

But you need to be patient, wait for the right opening, and you need to plan better than your enemies would.

It has been almost a month already though, how much more planning can you do?

Then again traveling across the Riverlands has been difficult, part of it is burnt thanks to Aemond, and when you did get lords to join, they needed time to gather their soldiers spread across their towns and lands.

You’re just…impatient and angry all the time though. Lately, you haven’t been able to find much patience or kindness for anyone. Albeit it’s good Addam is by your side, if it was just you alone you would have gone to meet Daeron and the traitors on the field already out of a burst of anger that hits you in waves, stronger and stronger each time. Threatening to take you under each time.

But you only don’t drown because you have a weight holding you up.

You’re thankful for that.

“But you’ll come across the town,” Lady Sabita Frey points.

You put your hands on the table and shrug her off. “It doesn’t matter, it’s not like the town is standing up anyway. Plus it’s invaded by Greens, everyone that lived there is gone because of them…it’s time to purify the town.”

“There are still workers,” she argues, making you lift your gaze to look at her standing to the side. “People who are stuck because they don’t have the money to go anywhere, or have the strength to fight back. We can’t just have them fall victim to our fury. We want to liberate Tumbleton not eliminate it off our maps.”

You clench your fists and slowly narrow your gaze on her. “You care for the innocent now?” You snap back. “What about when you invaded Harrenhal with me and my newborn children still in it? Did you care then? You wanted to imprison me and take them captive. You wanted them to be victims of your thirst for power.”

Lady Frey swallows thickly and stays quiet now. She tries to look for help amongst the other lords and ladies, but everyone around the strategy table is beginning to learn not to argue back.

“We will try not to lay fire on the town, just the castle,” Addam tries to remedy Lady Frey's worry. “But that’s where the traitors and enemy lords will be at night, we need to get rid of them, their resources, and their men. We will try to spare as much as we can but we can’t be lax my Lady.”

He’s always the one to fix things or find a better option that you have chosen to completely abandon.

“We will surround the enemy encampment that rests outside the town walls by all sides,” Ser Tully shares and waves place markers around the makeshift tent in front of the line that’s supposed to represent a wall. “We may not be a big army but we will work our way in and overpower them.”

“When everyone works their way in,” you interject menacingly. “You leave Daeron Targaryen for me. I will land in the field shortly after I enter the battle.”

“How will we know where he’ll be?” Ser Vypren cuts in. “For all we know he’s inside the town walls, or he can even blend in with the rest.”

You stand up straight up and share what you know—or what you think. “Prince Daeron will most likely have the bigger tent. And it’s doubtful he’ll mix with the likes of the Traitors, they only work together for convenience not want. He’ll be outside the walls with his men. I will find him and kill him myself.”

“Then we’ll send in a squadron of men,” Ser Tully says. “They’ll keep an eye out for you, make sure someone doesn’t try to be too ambitious, nor that Daeron gets the upper hand.”

You’ll like more than anything to be cocky and say you’ll win, but you know battle, and you’ve been taught better. “All right,” you agree hesitantly. “But Astraea will accompany me from above and below, so if there is a sign of danger they may go their own way to fend for themselves.”

“It would be an honor to die for you princess,” Lord Blackwood cuts with no hesitation, there’s only pride in his voice and look.

You can’t help but smile at him…he reminds you of Joffrey. Of Lucerys too. It’s such a sense of relief in a tent full of strangers.

“Thank you, Lord Blackwood,” you retort sweetly. “And it’s an honor fighting alongside you.”

Said boy offers you a small but tight smile as he bows his head.

“Now to discuss—” Ser Elmo Tully cuts off himself off as a guard walks in with a scroll in hand.

“Forgive my intrusion,” the guard says as he bows. “But I have a raven from the Queen for princess y/n.”

A raven from your mother? It’s been so long since you’ve heard any news from her or King's Landing. Since you’ve been moving all around the Riverlands, news from the capitol has yet to find you. You did write to your mother, but even then that was only twice.

You left after she said you couldn’t, what’s worse of all you came to Aemond’s side. Regardless if you weren’t on his side, you still came to him, the enemy. So if she didn’t hate you before she does now—Or at least that’s what you kept thinking.

Perhaps it’s not true. You’re all each other have. And she is taking care of your children. So maybe you’re just doubting her love for you.

“Thank you,” you direct at the guard as you take the scroll. You then proceed to walk to the far corner of the tent to read the scroll while the others continue to discuss war.

‘Y/N,

I write with urgency. I apologize for not writing sooner, the days have just overwhelmed me, and with you not at a stable location I can’t tolerate other people possibly finding my letters—

Her letters are neat but scribbled fast. Bringing truth to her first four words.

—I have so much to say to you, but no time, so it will have to wait for when we see each other again. As for now, you must know…Princess Helaena is dead—

You gasp and feel your eyes widen in shock.

Helaena?

Ever since you left Harrenhal the first time you hardly took time out of your day to visit her, even when you did find time, when you saw her she hardly saw you. She either didn’t speak or mumbled to herself, she didn’t have coherent conversations with you like before, so your visits became less and less. Even then though, she was still your aunt, she was sweet at that, besides Aemond, out of all her siblings she’s one that you did love. So hearing this…hurts.

—with her death, the Shepard took advantage of the people’s grief and turned the city against me and our dragons. He and his cult stormed into the dragon pit and killed all the dragons that rested within, up to Dreamfyre and down to the hatchlings—

Slowly your body stiffens at the words you keeping reading. At all you missed because you were away.

—Out of anger and fueled by revenge Joffrey snuck out on Syrax to try and save who he could in the pit, but Syrax was not his to mount. Your brother is dead y/n. And now with the city at an uproar, I have fled with Aegon and my grandkids. I don’t know exactly where you are or what it is you’re doing in my honor, but I don’t want to be apart from you, so when you are done come to Dun Fort, that’s where I’ll be. We will return to Dragonstone from there and plan from there.

Your mother, The Queen.’

No.

No…

Everything around you; burning light, that herbal incense scent, background voices, and the walls around you suddenly cease to exist. That wave that grew came crashing over you, it yanked at your feet and choked you by the throat. Whatever light that reflected inside the murky water disappears, leaving you in darkness.

A familiar and burning feeling begins to fill your head, consuming you entirely, and taking over any rational thought.

You tried to fight through it, and find some sense of clarity, but thoughts, memories and guilt filled your head.

How can a mob of civilians kill not one, but all of the dragons? You knew of the growing crowds, but what they did never crossed your mind. Now all the dragons, your soulmates, are gone from this earth leaving only a few, and taking with them your brother; Joffrey.

He was just a little boy, innocent, and angry because of this war and what it took from him. From your mother, from you. He’s gone before you could even know him because of this war…

And your mother? The Queen, the one on the Iron Throne is fleeing with Aegon, and your children at her side. All because you left her side, because of her fear of what Daeron and the traitors would do. They pushed her away.

But…if those traitors didn’t defect from your mother in the first place she would still be home, Joffrey wouldn’t be dead. It all falls to them.

It’s all their fault. It’s their fault!

No more holding back! No more planning!

You’ll show them what it really means to be a dragon warrior, what fire and blood really means. You’ll show the Greens what your Targaryen house words means. You’ll show them all.

“We march today,” you cut in and turn around to storm back to the table. “There’s no more wasting time. We march today. We kill them all tonight.”

“But—”

“No,” you sneer and look up at Ser Tully. “We’ve planned for long enough, I’m done. We march today! Kill them all by the time the sun rises.”

“Y/N,” Addam interjects.

You snap your head towards him and shake your head with your eyes full of tears. “No. I’m done, I’m done losing people. I’m done being betrayed. It’s all going to end.”

“What’s wrong?” He asks and grabs your shoulder as he watches the tears roll down your cheeks, and your hands tremble. “Y/N?”

Besides drowning? Besides feeling a blinding rage consume every thought in your mind like a disease?

Nothing. There’s nothing but rage where there should be grief and sorrow for what you lost.

“Addam,” you mutter. “I will kill them all. Every. Single. One of them. She’s gone because of them! Because they betray the Queen!” You shake your head and face the Lord, Ladies, and knights gathered around the war table. “Daeron Targaryen's brother destroyed all of your lands and homes. He killed your friends and neighbors. Daeron Targaryen took Tumbleton, he sacked towns, killed innocent people.”

All those concerned and shocked looks that they gave you upon hearing your declaration is slowly dying down, and in its place hardened glares are taking shape. While that anger that consumes away your thoughts is only growing more fierce.

“Daeron Targaryens betray your Queen,” you continue to exclaim. “Those traitors betray your Queen and are acting like gods, how can we waste more time by sparing them?! Why should we let Daeron Targaryen live another day and let the Greens think they have the upper hand? We will fight today for revenge on your princes, on your family, friends and lands. We will fight today for glory and for the Queen!”

“For the Queen!”

“For the Queen!” Everyone chants, only feeding into your thirst for revenge and pushing away that sorrow and grief. And filling you with dangerous pride and determination.

Albeit there is one person who reached through the murky waters that drowned you the moment you stepped out of that tent. He pulled you out and saved you from drowning; Addam.

“What’s wrong? What was on that Raven?” He asks as he finally manages to pull you away from the crowd.

You slowly let out a breath of air and blink as if you’re seeing for the first time. You don’t answer him though, you give him the Raven scroll and finally take note of how bad your hand is shaking.

Addam watches your hand and grabs it as he takes the scroll with his other hand.

You can’t say he made your rage disappear, but you aren’t drowning anymore thanks to him.

“We can’t tell them,” you interject while Addam reads the scroll. “They won’t want to fight if they know.”

Addam remains queit as he finshes reading. Once he’s done he lowers the scroll and faces you with preplixity in his eyes.

“You’re right,” he says. “We’ll tell them after.”

“It’s all my fault,” you mutter with anger. “I shouldn’t have left, I should have stayed and fixed everything from there. Now my brother is dead, and my mother, my children…they’re running for their lives because of me!” You point at your chest and feel tears escape from your eyes.

“I’ve always been like this,” you continue to say through your frustration. “I let my emotions lead me. Every single time…with Cregan, with Daemon, when I left my mother's side the first time!” You turn around and look around desperately as you try to find something to hit, something to use as an output. Yet there’s nothing nearby so you fall to your knees and sob.

“I’m selfish, and I’m a terrible daughter, I was a horrible wife and a terrible mother, I—”

“Y/N,” Addam cuts you off and falls on his knees beside you to grab your shoulder and turn you to face him. “Stop. None of it is your fault, and what you did is in the past, you can’t take it back. All you can do is learn from those mistakes and try your best to make up for them.” He grabs both of your shoulders and pulls you closer to him. “You need to have a strong mind now, do you understand? Strong mind to win this battle and help your mother and children. Strong mind.” He says before he taps your chest with his fist. “I will follow you in this war, say you’ll follow me and we will win together.”

Your bottom lip trembles and happy tears roll from your eyes. The water that was around your throat clears and it feels like you can breathe again, like you can see. And all you do see is him. Your brother.

“I will follow you to the ends of this world, Addam,” you assure him and tap his own chest. “I will.”

Said man’s lips tug to a smile and he cups the side of your head this time. “Good. Now let’s get ready for this battle.”

You smirk and nod. “Together,” you mutter.

“Together,” he assures you.

——

*LATER THAT NIGHT*

Astraea’s scales were purple, at night under a star-littered sky her scales gleamed like glittering diamonds. When the sky is polluted by clouds, leaving the night casted in utter darkness she blends with the shadows.

It's why now as you fly over the dragons resting outside of Tumbleton's walls they don’t spot her. It’s why the wandering guards posted on the back walls don’t catch sight of her. It’s why all anyone knows down in the castle is the burning rage of her furious flames before she makes herself known with a booming roar that shakes the houses below.

“Dragon!” You hear scattered shouts below. “Dragon!”

You smirk and lift your gaze to look past the walls in the distance.

“Ring the bells! Ring the bells! Awake the army!”

Astraea calls out, but before anyone can alert any army, Seasmoke announces himself by letting out a chilling roar before he rains fire down on those sleeping men in their war tents.

The people that were below you go quiet now at the sight of the two rageful dragons, at the sound of their flames cracking down on the ground. When they think that's all there is, blood-curdling screams fill the field along with the battle cries from your men, announcing that you didn’t come alone. And filling every person at the opposite sides of this battle with dread

“The Blacks are here! We’re under attack!”

“Dragons!” They shout desperately.

Everyone scrambles to act, their shouts are carried out, and more men from inside the castle get sent out to act, but it’s too late. You did what you wanted, you all caught them off guard and gained the upper hand.

So now? Now to get rid of the traitors and Daeron Targaryen. If it’s the last thing you do.

You won’t leave until at least Daeron is dead so you can show or deliver his head to his mother as payback for everything she did to torment your mother, for everything she did for the Greens, and for stealing your mother's crown.

However, before you can go find him now that Astraea rained down one more round of fire on the castle following everyone’s entrance, you instead slow down as you fly over the town.

You shouldn’t, you should keep going until you fly past the gate and find Daeron in the fiery field below, but the warning bells below continue to ring. They continue to warn the people below, the people that still live in the castle. The bells continue to ring and you get reminded of what you lost because of the Greens, because of this war. You get reminded of poor young Joffrey, you see Aemond again, you remember Alys betrayal, you remember Lucerys death, and see Jacaerys die in your arms once more just as clearly as when it happened. You remember what your mother said in her letter and imagine them: your mother, brother, and children full of fear after fleeing their home.

You see it all and nothing stops you from clenching your hands around your dragons back spines you need to hold onto. You slowly begin to glare daggers to the field below full of Green army, you feel that anger blind you and fill you with purpose.

Revenge.

“Dracarys,” you command Astraea, and without a second of a doubt all you see once more is the bright majestic dragon fire.

Her flames consume everything in her path below. People running to the battlefield, servants and helpers, stables, storages. Astraea circles around and rains fire down on houses left untouched in the burning’s before, long-standing markets, new markets. People try to run away but with a flap of her wings, her flames capture them too.

You should feel remorse watching everyone burn within seconds, you should regret pressing on, but all you feel is pride. You can’t say it takes away the pain, but it helps ease your agonizing heart.

It’s why you can’t bring yourself to stop until it looks like the town is made of dragon fire. The castle still stands, but even if the traitors live they won’t for a while longer. But you’ll handle them after Daeron.

Your uncle is first, so without wasting another minute you nudge Astraea’s back spines to the side. She swings around and flies past the town.

Addam is burning away the field and the soldiers running away and into battle, but since your people are now fighting below too he’s careful, leaving you a clearish view of the field.

Tessarion still hasn’t joined the battle, she's not flying over here alone, which means her rider is still somewhere below. As to where? You search and examine the busy field. Astraea flies low to the ground and slow.

You approach where you think he’ll be, and though the screens of smoke make things opaque you then spot the bigger tent that can only belong to a prince.

He can actually be fighting somewhere else, but you’ll start your search here.

Thus you nudge one of Astraea’s backspines to have her turn around. However, it’s as she’s about to turn that you spot him, your uncle walking out of the tent in his armor, and an eyepatch over the eye you took.

All you have to say about that is that Aemond pulled it off better.

Nevertheless, you still shoot Daeron a smirk before you stand up on your dragon's back as she’s still moving. You then turn around and begin to run down her with your weapons strapped to you. Daeron watches you do it without an ounce of fear and clenches his jaw.

Once you reach Astraea’s tail you jump off and gracefully land on the ground just a few feet away from Daeron.

“I’ve been looking for you uncle!” You throw out smugly and hear Astraea land a few feet away from you.

Daeron pulls his sword out of his sheath and rebuttals. “Here I am, niece. Ready to take what you took from me.”

You smirk. “I'll say your brother pulled off the one eye look a lot better. You…look like a poor imitation.”

“I don’t like to harm women,” Daeron says, making you look at him in disgust—“but,” he continues. “I’ll make an exception and kill you.”

You scoff. “Good.”

Before either of you can move, Seasmoke passes right in between Daeron and you and blasts fire down, creating a barrier between your uncle and you.

Not like it stops you, it only makes you more excited. And it fills Daeron with uneasiness as he sees your glare past the flames match the glare your dragon wears in the distance.

“Will your dragon join after you’re dead or what?” Daeron comments.

You pull your sword out and point back at her. “Astraea? No. She’s just waiting for me to be done with you. We still have a battle to win after this, so let's make this quick.”

Daeron lifts his chin with confidence. “Let’s,” he mutters.

You deepen your smirk, and before he knows it you run through the flames Seasmoke left behind, and charge at Daeron.

He matches your pace and when you meet in the middle you clash swords and challenge each other's strength by pressing back to try and knock each other down.

“For whatever it’s worth,” Daeron sneers as he pushes back. “I am sorry for your loss. I know how much you loved my brother.”

You groan with slight anger as a response before you catch him off guard and use your foot to kick him back.

Daeron stumbles back, and as he does you slide forward and swing down on his helm hard, causing it to crack where you struck it. You try to swing again, but Daeron parry’s.

“Can you do me a favor?” You ask with a teasing smile as you move back. “Greet him for me when you see each other in one of the seven hells.”

Daeron scoffs and tries to swing, but you duck and then spin around him to switch sides. Daeron quickly turns around and faces you.

You keep quiet this time and just let out a deep breath before you raise your sword and point it at him. Daeron lifts his chin and smirks at you out of smugness and slight pride for you. He saw you here now in your silver armor and red cloak flowing behind you, and he saw every bit of a Targaryen Warrior your ancestors were. It makes him motivated and excited.

He then lifts his sword to get ready to counter, and you charge at him again. Daeron mirrors your actions and runs at you too. Just as you meet halfway, you slide down past him and let go of your sword. You then twirl around on your heels, reach back to quickly pull your bow hanging around you, and then rapidly pull out an arrow, and lastly aim.

Daeron brings himself to a skidding spot, and the moment he turns he spots you on your knee with a bow and an arrow now pointing at him. Before he can even react though you draw and fire, managing to hit him right in the throat.

“I said I have places to be,” you break your silence.

Dareron begins to choke on his blood, but still tries to reach for the arrow to try and get it out. You watch him for a moment before you hang your bow around you again and walk to him.

Daeron backs away from you, but he’s not fast, so after you collect your sword off the ground you catch up to him.

“Any last words?” You ask in a cold tone. “No? Yeah, Lucerys never got the chance either.” You spit at Daeron’s feet before you clench your jaw and raise your sword. Daeron lifts his hands to try and stop you, but you don’t care, you swing harshly and manage to slide his head clean off his shoulders.

“Fuck the Greens,” you grumble and wipe the blood off your face.

Now, to help Addam. But first, you collect Daeron’s head off the ground and realize it’s heavier than you imagined.

“You’ll make a good gift for your mother. Or Aegon…” that bastard is probably still alive. You’ll have to kill him next then.

Regardless, you turn and see Astraea already walking to you, crushing dying soldiers with her huge feet. You proceed to meet her halfway and she lowers her neck so you can quickly mount her.

“<Let's go find Addam,>” you tell her as you tuck Daeron’s head in a satchel you tied around one of her back spines.

Astraea stomps ahead and when she can, she flaps her wings and ascends to the night sky. And now that you’re flying above the castle walls you see Tessarion disembarking from the cloud bank and diving towards Seasmoke. It seems that Addam hasn’t noticed you, he’s too busy looking for any trail of Tessarion, but he fails to notice her too, so you take this moment and nudge Astraea.

Who knows if any of your signals gets to your dragon, she’s so big that it’s doubtful she feels your gentle nudges, but you still try, and she does what you ask regardless.

She stays quiet and continues to blend with the night sky. Tessarion’s gaze is set on Seasmoke so she doesn’t catch Astraea until your dragon slams into her side and shoves her down towards the ground.

Tessarion bellows out in response, and Addam finally turns and catches you now in the sky. You on the other hand hold on for dear life since you don’t have a saddle anymore. Astraea tries to be careful but there’s only so much she can do.

Nevertheless, Tessarion tries to use the claws on her wings to hurt Astraea, but you’re she-dragon clamps her jaw down on Tessarion’s throat, and blows fire out on her face, basking her face in a raging ball of fire that burns the only thing not he heavily protected against flames, her eyes.

Tessarion shrieks out sharply as her eye continues to get burnt, making your ears hurt since you’re so close. She can’t even attempt to fight back, Astraea only lets go moments before she can hit the ground. Sadly though, Tessarion slams into the ground, with a loud crash that sends up a cloud of dirt.

Astraea doesn’t bother to counter, she swoops back to the sky, and it’s only now that you can see Addam mounted on his dragon. He flashes you a proud grin before he taps his chest with his fist, showing only a gesture that you both knew, an intimate gesture between a brother and a sister that you took as comfort.

You return the gesture and he offers you a nod. There’s so much to say, but there’s no time right now, you’ll have to say it after. You get comforted with this simple thing now and just have Astraea meet him and Seasmoke halfway. You proceed to look down and gasp as you catch a different dragon, the old Bronze fury, Vermithor, who is as big as both your dragons combined.

But not to worry, right? Astraea and Seasmoke have courage, that alone makes up for their lack in size.

Yet you still need to be careful. Silverwing still resides nearby, and Tessarion isn’t dead yet.

However, it doesn’t seem like Vermirthor has a rider on his back. He won’t be weaker, he’s old and experienced, so the best chance to survive this is by getting rid of Vermithor first. Addam seems to know that and has Seasmoke dive down towards Vermithor as he only makes it 20 feet above the ground.

You follow suit, and as Seasmoke gets Vermithor’s neck, Astraea bites his tail and they both slam him hard into the mud, creating a small crater.

You can’t help but smirk, but that soon is wiped off as Vermithor whips his tail to Astraea. You almost get hit by him but luckily Astraea lets go of him and jerks away. It makes you fumble, but you hang on and manage to stay on her back.

Next, your dragon doesn’t spare a second and she sinks her teeth into Vermithor's hind legs, causing the dragon to shriek and whip his tail again. This time he hits Astraea's neck so hard it cuts her deep.

“Astraea!” You cry out.

Your dragon lets go and backs away, you take this time to look at Addam and Seasmoke, and you see that they have managed to entangle themselves so much that Seasmoke can’t find a way out.

“Addam!” You yell out, and actually catch his attention. “You have to get off!”

Your half-brother shakes his head. “No. Not yet! Go. Find Tessarion and get rid of her too. We can reunite and get rid of Silverwing next!”

You part your lips to argue, but he’s right, the dragons outmatch your numbers regardless of your dragons might. So you listen and have Astraea swing around.

Luckily, she does because you catch Tessarion descending from the sky trying to catch you off guard.

Astraea roars out and flaps her wings to soar up at a quick speed, making Tessarion flap her own wings and shoot down towards her. Neither seems like they’ll stop before impact, so you try and make yourself small as you grip onto your dragon.

The moment they crash into each other though, the impact is so hard that one of your hands slips, making you dangle off your dragon's back.

“Fuck! Fuck!” You panic and don’t even look down to avoid knowing how far the drop is. You use all your upper body strength and pull yourself up to grab onto the other back spine. Once you have a good grip you fling yourself over to clench your thighs on the sides as both dragons continue to grip onto each other and twirl down to the ground.

You trust your dragon to keep you safe so you tuck your head down as your world spins, making your stomach churn and feel the need to throw up rise up your throat. You don’t even know how close you get to the ground until Tessarion slams Astraea so hard on the ground that you lose your grip and fall off her back. Which you’re to blame for not having a saddle.

But regardless you roll on the ground just like Tessarion makes Astraea roll away from you as they continue to tussle. You try to stop yourself, but before you can you come to a harsh stop as a sharp sword impales into your chest cavity.

You choke and freeze. While your heart feels like it pangs at that instant. For a good moment your mind spins leaving you to grasp nothing, but once it stops and everything is clear all you know is throbbing pain.

Fuck.

“Fuck!” You cry out.

You can’t take it out, you can’t take it out. Fuck. Fuck.

It even hurts to breathe, to keep your heart beating, which is surprising that it still does. Fuck.

Okay, you need to focus, get up. Get up.

You flip around and tremble as you push yourself to your knees.

Now find someone to help you.

However, all you see when you look up is Vermithor ripping Seasmoke's head off his body.

“Addam!” You bellow, and proceed to shriek out as that effort hurts your wound.

Not like you let it stop you, you recover and stand up to walk over to try and find him since you can’t see him from where you are.

“Addam!”

You make it about 6 feet before your knees buckle from the pain and you fall to the mud with a cry.

Is this the end? Here?

No. It can’t. You still need to see your mother, you want to see…him too. One last time. You need to fight.

Fight.

You throw your head up and catch Astraea ripping Tessarion’s wing off his body before she crashes back on the ground. She’s hurt too, but not as badly as you. She gets up and struggles to take flight since her wing seems to be wounded, but she still manages to flap her wings, and rises. You can’t say Tessarion does the same.

You then look ahead and see Vermithor try and fly away with Seasmokes head, but his own torn wings can’t hold his weight so he falls. Where’s Addam?

You slowly push yourself back up to your feet and drag yourself forward. You keep fighting off the exhaustion that makes you want to close your eyes. You fight off the pain and move forward. Fight.

Fight…

But you can’t hold your weight, you fall to your knees. This time after your efforts you see Addam walking away from his dragon's body. He’s bleeding from his shoulder, his nose and eyes are bleeding too, and one of his legs is bent. Still he catches you in the distance and drags himself towards you.

“Addam!” You call out in a shaky voice, and push yourself up again to walk to him.

You don’t make it far, he doesn’t either. He stumbles and falls on his back. You fall on your knees and then fall on your back.

“Addam,” you croak and feel that darkness begin to cloud your eyesight as the pain becomes insufferable.

“Sister,” he groans.

You drag your hand out towards him, and he reaches out for you. You didn’t make it to each other's side, but you make it close enough to touch each other's fingers.

You started off hating him now you can’t fathom that truth that’s to come…his death.

At least though, you’ll die together. So you welcome the darkness, you let your eyes slowly flutter close.

However, through your clouded sight you make Astraea out above you. You feel her claws grab your body, and feel the air brush over you as she lifts you up into the sky with you in her grip.

She flies away, but you don’t see where because the darkness then takes you.

Maybe you’ll see your father now. Your grandmother, and your brothers in whatever bliss you fall into. You’ll know peace before paying for what you’ve done.

That’s all you want after all peace…

“Y/N?”

You know that voice. You haven’t heard it in a while.

You open your eyes and smile. “Father?” You call out.

A/N- you know what’s next?

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