The Battle for Myr

The conquest of Lys had been swift, but there was no time to celebrate. Even as the city burned in Daenerys' name, the true war was only beginning.

From the east, Myr and Pentos were gathering their forces. And from the west, Tyrosh had pledged its fleet to the fight.

The Free Cities had seen what had happened in Volantis and Lys. They would not allow her to break another link in their chain.

If Daenerys wanted to end the slave trade once and for all, she would have to crush them before they could unite.

Myr would be the next to fall.

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March to War

In the streets of Lys, Unsullied and freedmen moved swiftly. Ships were repaired, weapons were forged, and battle plans were drawn.

Tyrion studied the map of Essos, rubbing his temples. "Myr is better fortified than Lys. It is not a city of pleasure, but of war and trade. They have strong walls and skilled mercenaries."

Ser Barristan nodded. "The Golden Company has long served the Free Cities. If Myr has hired them, this will not be an easy fight."

Daenerys stood at the head of the war table, her expression hard. "Then we do not give them time to prepare."

She turned to Grey Worm. "Have the army ready to march by dawn."

She turned to Varys. "Send word to our spies in Myr. I want to know what their commanders are planning."

And finally, she turned to Drogon, who watched from the open balcony. "The time for mercy is over."

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The Walls of Myr

The march to Myr took less than two weeks. The Free Cities had always relied on ships and coin to fight their wars, not grand armies. They had not expected Daenerys to march an army directly to their doorstep.

The walls of Myr loomed in the distance, tall and thick, reinforced with steel and guarded by ranks of archers. The gates were sealed. The city was prepared for a siege.

But Daenerys had no intention of waiting.

As night fell, Drogon, Rhaegal, and Viserion took to the skies.

From the walls, Myr's defenders looked up in horror.

Fire rained down.

The first gate collapsed beneath Drogon's flames. The second was shattered by a battering ram as the Unsullied charged in.

The mercenaries of Myr fought fiercely, but they were fighting against the inevitable.

The battle lasted until dawn.

By morning, the banners of Myr had been torn down. The city belonged to Daenerys Stormborn.

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The Gathering Storm

Victory in Myr meant that only two Free Cities remained in her path—Pentos and Tyrosh.

But even as she stood in her newly conquered city, Daenerys knew the war was not yet won.

Tyrion approached her with a grim expression. "Your Grace, our spies have confirmed it. The Archon of Tyrosh and the Magisters of Pentos have gathered their forces. They are coming for us."

Varys stepped forward. "If we do not move quickly, they will crush us between them."

Daenerys' violet eyes burned with determination.

"Then we strike first."

The war for Essos would end with fire and blood.

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End of Chapter 34