The Winged Beasts

King's Landing

The morning air was crisp against his skin as he woke from his sleep, they had arrived twelve hours before but the men needed some rest for marching all this way.

Daeron rubbed his eyes, then, he heard the flaps of his tent open up and he stood to meet Sansa's eyes staring back at him.

"My Lady, good morning." He greeted and she reluctantly smiled at him, her hands on both sides of her body.

"I didn't know a battle was a good morning, Daeron." She remarked and he couldn't help but laugh.

"Only if you win." He had a good feeling for today, in his heart, he has hope that this battle will be the beginning of the end for all battles.

Thousands surround King's Landing, under advisement by his Lords, he stationed 5000 at Old Gate. 5000 at King's Gate. 5000 at River Gate. The bulk of his forces will hit the Gate of the Gods, as for him...

The Greyjoy and Lannister fleets are what is stopping the Redwyne fleet and his own ships from completely surrounding the city, he will be taking his dragons in setting at least half of those ships ablaze and who knows, the remaining fleet of his enemies will surrender.

In an hour's time, right now, he is glad to be visited by a pleasant face.

"Not that I am happy you aren't here with me, Sansa, but why come visit me this early?" He asked the red-haired young woman.

"I came to tell you that Tyrion and Varys gathered the generals for one last time." He looked taken aback by what she said.

"You don't have to deliver messages, Sansa. There are guards- " She cut him off mid-sentence, folding her arms over her ample chest.

"Tyrion was coming to tell you, I said I would go for him." He nodded and then noticed he was half-dressed, chuckling he threw on an undershirt and slid on his boots. "I hope the battle is short and the Lannister's surrender, it would be better for all the people." She told him and exited the tent to be on her way.

The camp was rising up, readying and commanders were gathering their units to march out.

No doubt the other camps are doing the same, the Dornishmen, Golden Company, the Reach, and the Unsullied. They are all preparing for the siege which shouldn't take too long after it starts.

Nearing the main pavilion, he heard the growls and smiled, watching his children feast for one last time.

Daegon wasn't eating, the dragon was simply watching him when he was caught doing the same. The Battle of Cockleswent, the Taking of Old Town, Lord Tarly's Attack, the Battle of the Gullet, Taking of the Stormlands, the Siege of Lannisport and the Taking of Casterly Rock and now the Battle of King's Landing. He thought on all the theatres of conflict, all the battles he fought and the ones his people fought.

So many fights, he wishes this one ends as the others have done.

Just one last fight, Daegon, then we'll be free. Was his thought as he went and entered the pavilion, seeing many in attendants.

"My King, I know you want to hurry this along, but, I was going to ask if perchance that this doesn't end in a battle," Tyrion said as he sat down, Varys pitching in on the little man's advice.

"From what I've found out, many riots have started in the Street of Steel and Flea Bottom. The people are starving from being deprived of food so the Queen Mother could have her army fed, the right time to strike is now but there must be a better option than violence." There were five here that disagree, and six that do.

"I told the Lady Myrcella to give terms to her brother and through him, the Queen... She didn't take the deal, Tyrion, whatever happens, today ends this conflict." He said with a heavy heart, Tyrion frowned and tried to speak but silenced himself.

Then Tyrion did speak, not to beg him to talk but to do something for him.

"If my sister has to die, then so be it... But my brother and nephew, Jaime made plenty of mistakes- " Trystane Martell, the lad who revealed himself when he met the Dornish party stood up with fury in his eyes.

"The Kingslayer allowed the rape and murder of my aunt Elia, the assassination of my cousins- The King's own nephew and niece. I understand the bond of brotherhood, Lord Tyrion, but Ser Jaime must pay for his crimes, he killed the King's father and should pay for that sin." The heir to Dorne told Tyrion, the young one's words silenced the room.

He has his own reservations about Jaime Lannister, the man who was the one to end his family's reign.

Jaime killed his father, he betrayed his oath to the order of the Kingsguard, an oath he is going to enforce if the need were to ever arise when all this is done.

Yet, Tyrion has become a valued adviser and had, over the last several months changed his mind on trusting in Varys. If he turns and demands Jaime's head, it could worsen ties with House Lannister.

Now, if he does ask for Jaime's capture then he will be worsening the ties with Dorne, the first Kingdom to put their spears in his side. Should he risk angering the House's of Dorne for the one House of the Westerlands? He sighed and shook his head on the matter.

"Put the call out, if Jaime is captured in the battle then so be it. If he cannot... Then that is how war goes." He decreed to the room, Tyrion remained silent and Trystane huffed and sat back.

He chose the middle-ground, siding with neither and agreeing to all of their ideas.

The generals left and he was left with the first of his followers, Barristan and Jorah stood there waiting for him to move.

"Think I made a good choice, I want to be the Good King." He said while trying to be confident, Jorah and Barristan took a seat on both his right and left. "We've come a long way from the night I laid my sister and Drogo to rest, Jorah, many battles we fought." He told Jorah and poured him a glass, then he turned to Barristan, "I might not have had the pleasure of being raised around you, Ser Barristan but it doesn't mean I value your advice and protection any less." He complimented the Bold who took his cup.

"Listen, my King, I have known two Kings in my life. Aerys, Jaehaerys, you are a third but better than all of them. You aren't just a Good King, but a King who knows how to make the hard choices." He doesn't quite believe that, but he appreciates the sentiment.

Sighing, he gulped down his cup and set it down. "It's time... "

The Blackwater 

The Gullet was split, Grejoy and Lannister ships blocked the entrance while the Redwyne and Targaryen fleet stayed anchored and ready.

Aboard his ship, Black Balaq, the Commander of the Company archers and those archers of the fleet. His eyes watched the line of lion and kraken ships, he waited for the signal.

"Loose the sails, started raising the anchors." He said and the word spread to several other ships, the Commander scanned the skies and watched the clouds.

Across the waters, Dunstan Drumm gritted his teeth and called for the same, the fun was about to start and he is happy to kick the Golden Company back another time.

The day was late when a cry was heard by a sailor, he ignored it and thought it was nothing, then he heard it again. This time, he investigated it, the far side of the ship and stared up.

A blaze of flame burst and turned that sailor into ash, the ship was destroyed and men started to die or drown at sea.

The allied fleet started to move in with haste, Daeron atop his dragon led a might hole within the enemy blockade, it gave them a shot to sail into the Blackwater.

The ships got closer as the wind gave them an advantage, "Archers ready, nock, draw, LOOSE!" Black Balaq cried out and a mix of flaming arrows and trebuchet shot launched from the Redwyne fleet and did heavy damage to Greyjoy ships.

Daeron swerved right to avoid a volley of arrows, they deflected off Daegon's wings. Vaeleris dived and destroyed another ship, Wildfyre did the same to a larger vessel.

Lord Drumm growled and got one of the scorpions ready, he aimed it at the one with the rider and shot out. The pike flew into the air and nearly clipped Daegon's right-wing, the Dragon King cursed as he was told they would have these weapons but so many?

Many of the enemy ships began to ready their scorpions, "Damn it, Flee!" He called to the others, he destroyed enough ships to give his fleet a chance.

He and his dragons began flying but stopped at a Redwyne ship captained by Asha Greyjoy, "I destroyed 15 ships, the rest is up to you." He said to Asha and the woman nodded.

"We'll meet you in King's Landing, your Grace." He left on that promise and began flying back to the capital, to see how things are going since he had left.

King's Landing

Jaime Lannister ducked from a swing of an ax, thrusting his sword into a Reacher's skull then throwing him off the walls.

He didn't bother meeting the enemy in the field, it would be a waste of time for them.

The Dragon King is hitting the Lion Gate, River Gate, Gate of the Gods and Old Gate. He started moving people back to the Red Keep for their safety, after the riots and the loss of their food stores.

The men are scared, frightened to be burned alive by Daeron's dragons because from the smoke across Blackwater Bay, then things are already getting worse for their odds in today's battle.

Before the battle, a raven arrived from the enemy camp, his brother sent them that raven. "Open the gates, surrender." Was what it said to him, he couldn't do that.

His brother said that there would be mercy for him, for Cersei, for Tommen. He doesn't know that, he doesn't trust that his sister wouldn't be killed by the Tyrell's for what happened to Mace and his son. The Targaryen supporters will want Tommen dead or gone, either way, those two WILL die if he opens the gates.

For that, he will fight back with as much ferocity as his father had done during the Reyne/Tarbeck Rebellion.

"Lion Gate won't fall, show them what happened last time when the dragon tangled with lions!" He cried out and kicked a fool climbing a siege ladder, the object fell with that fool to the ground.

Below the grounds a the Gate of the Gods, Grey Worm five of the eight thousand Unsullied towards the walls. Cleon escorted the battering ram to slam the gates open, men climbed siege ladders and let loose arrows at defenders.

Daario and Jorah were atop the right wall, fighting side by side, "This reminds me of Volantis, Jorah the Andal. Fighting in the day, instead of the dark." The old knight scowled and preferred not to remember that night.

Both men fought together, slaying men of the Goldcloak from the Redcloaks.

Jorah fights to end this fight, to bring the true ruling House of Westeros back to power. Daario wants his castle, a lordship, and fame. Both men follow Daeron, both men will die for him.

Trebuchet shot from the city towers, hitting the Unsullied and Freedmen. At River Gate, Trystane did the same and saw the shots smash against the walls.

The battle for House Targaryen was doing well, but, within the walls of the city, things aren't so good.

The Lord Commander and Highest General of the Lannister Forces had done a service, getting many that would have been nearest to the walls during the battle to safety but for others, for the ones who remember what happened to the Sept of Baelor.

Gendry, the Bastard of Robert Baratheon was done being a tool for House Lannister, the family who killed his father.

He fashioned himself a warhammer like his fathers, and a new helmet. His armored himself along with a few others, he and the others kicked down the doors to the headquarters of the Goldcloaks, slaying two men stationed there.

"We take back our city! Arm yourselves and follow me!" Gendry cried out and his people began taking swords, spears, and shields.

The rumor spread of revolt within the city, it reached Cersei's ears who had gripped her glass so hard that it broke and caused her to bleed on to the floor of the room.

Within the throne room, Ser Gregor had escorted the King back to his seat, seating him on the throne after the Mountain killed ten of Jaime's men who had been charged with taking the King somewhere safe.

Tommen Baratheon was shaking with fright, his home was being attacked for a second time, he saw the smoke on the Blackwater. "Where is my mother? Bring my mother to me?!" He demanded of the silent knight who simply stood there.

On the Red Keeps walls, the guards saw so many areas being put up in smoke, from riots caused by some boy with a bull helm to the battle taking place outside the city walls. One looked and felt anger at the many peasants entering the keep and eventually, the acting gatekeeper ordered for the gate to be lowered and doors barred to the retreating populace and retreating soldiers.

"Let us in!" "Please don't do this!" The people cried as they clawed and tried to push past the bars, the battle has taken a turn and many know it.

Back on the seas, the allied fleet had broken through the Gullet, Lord Drumm and near one hundred vessels lay in smoke and drowning deep under the Narrow Sea. Asha Greyjoy headed her ship in the direction of the one who commands them all, her uncle.

She still remembers how her father died, how she lost her home and her people to a traitor- A kinslayer. It's time to pay the Iron Price, uncle. She thought and took out her weapons, a sword in her right and an ax in her left.

"Hit the Silence! Sink the bitch!" She yelled out to the men who rushed to ram the enemy ship.

Euron Greyjoy was cursing his choosing the wrong person to support, he looked out to the sky and saw what he dreamt of for well over thirty years... "Dragons."

The one-eyed King of the Iron Islands had his silent soldiers bring up his weapon, it was a horn of great power as his priest said. He laughed and headed for the artifact, caressing its smooth surface.

He could have done this at the city, he didn't want the Queen Mother to know of his ability and take what is his by fate.

"Now you are mine," Euron muttered and ordered one of his men to blow into the horn, its sound echoed scratched the ears of the green one setting his ships ablaze.

Daeron didn't realize what had happened until Wildfyre crashed into Daegon with the intent of killing them both. Jorah and thousands watched as their King was taken out of the sky by his children, eventually, the forces of Daeron Targaryen fell back to their camps and search for their liege who had fallen deep into the Kingswood.

The battle has taken a turn, and dragon fought dragon for the first time since the Dance.