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Third Person POV.
Storm's End.
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ROOOOOOAAARRRR!!!
The entire castle had fallen into panic the moment the dragon truly appeared from the sky. Screams and exclamations erupted from all sides.
"Wait... isn't that the king's dragon?!" Someone exclaimed.
And yes, it was the green dragon, as they could see more clearly as it approached. But a dragon was still a dragon—and, even already suspecting, they could see that it didn't seem very calm at that moment, as it advanced forcefully. This made everyone begin to assume the worst.
Margaery stepped out onto one of the castle's balconies, with her brother following right behind. They moved to the parapet, looking up in shock.
"Could it be Aegon?" she asked anxiously, trying to spot someone riding on the creature's back—but she saw nothing to confirm it.
"The king didn't have much control over that dragon... could it have escaped?" Loras questioned, worried.
The dragon soon beat its wings, causing its dive from the sky to begin slowing, but still with the intent of descending until it landed in the middle of the courtyard. The ground trembled with the impact, and it roared, making everyone step back, unable to understand why the green dragon—which should be at war—was there, standing without a rider.
"Stay away from the window!" Olenna's voice came as the door opened for her grandchildren, who began to step back.
"Whatever reason that dragon is here, it doesn't seem to have good intentions. Damn it... who can deal with that beast?" Olenna couldn't help but frown. She was frightened inside, as the dragon kept roaring, with men fleeing into the castle, the guards having no courage to deal with that situation.
Meanwhile, Daemon entered through the back door of the castle.
The dragon was only a distraction. He knew that, if he attacked the castle while riding it, it would be a waste to burn it—so he used it only as a tool of fear, while he entered inside with only Val, intending to make the castle simply surrender as he killed everyone who raised their weapons in his path.
Servants ran from one side to the other. Some stopped to look at the two strangers. They were two people in full armor and wielding Valyrian steel swords, so they were confused, not knowing who he was—and who Val was.
"Put on your helmet." Daemon told Val.
She nodded, taking it from her waist and putting it on, knowing they were entering enemy territory. Daemon also put on his black helmet, casting some protective spells.
His armor was still covered in blood, which frightened anyone who paid attention to it. There was even blood from their own king—without them knowing he was already dead.
When they entered the main corridor, they found a group of guards shouting at each other, not knowing what to do about the dragon. That was when they finally noticed the two of them.
"Who... who are you?!" one of them roared, drawing the others' attention as they pointed their weapons.
"What do we have here..." Daemon said out loud, advancing with his sword in hand.
"Wait... that weapon..." Some of them noticed.
"Where are my manners..." Daemon opened his arms theatrically. "I am Daemon Targaryen, the rightful king of Westeros. I am here to deal with the traitors."
Those words immediately made the group of soldiers tense, but they didn't even have time to react.
Daemon stepped forward and took a deep breath. "Fus Ro..." The moment the shout was released, everything ahead simply exploded with a force that seemed to compress the air before violently expanding it, surging through the corridor.
Daemon didn't need to use the full Thu'um—just two words were enough.
Thirty knights were fatally struck down, thrown as they hit the ground. The impact echoed through the castle like thunder, making the entire structure tremble slightly.
Inside the castle, the sound reverberated like a storm's echo, alarming everyone.
Olenna was in a room further inside, with the family, seeking a more protected position in case the dragon attacked.
Suddenly, everything shook with a thunderous sound.
"What was that?" Loras murmured.
Margaery shuddered, while Olenna's eyes widened.
'His powers are strange... he speaks strange words, like sorcery. They roar like thunder.' In a memory from more than a year ago. The person in front of her began to speak, recalling the reports from King's Landing.
'I met men who saw him cast flames across King's Landing... I saw reports of him creating a snowstorm in the square of the Sept of Baelor... and I have heard that he threw men like dolls through the skies after roaring.'
Olenna remembered well what her spies had reported. They all described the same thing: he used his deep voice to say a few words—and, when the last one was spoken, thunder came right after, accompanied by destruction.
"It can't be... why is he here?" Olenna murmured.
She would never believe that the war could end so quickly; they were supposed to begin fighting each other in the coming days, not to mention that... there were more than one hundred and sixty thousand men fighting for Aegon.
How could it have ended so fast? It didn't make sense.
Even having seen everything, Olenna still tried to find a logical explanation for Daemon's presence here, unable to leave King's Landing so easily.
'Perhaps Aegon had been struck down early... perhaps the army had surrendered...' But even so, it seemed impossible.
She couldn't imagine that Daemon had already ended the war that very morning—and eliminated half of the enemy army.
Then, new explosions began to echo.
The castle trembled once again.
"Grandmother... what is happening?" Margaery began to tremble.
Olenna approached her and whispered: "I think it's too late to say this... but we ended up supporting the wrong person." She had already understood.
The green dragon there, that man's powers...
Everything pointed to a single thing: Daemon had won the war.
And now... he was there for them.
Daemon used the same Thu'um he had used on the cavalry during the war to enhance Val's abilities. She was a good warrior, but she was limited—she was still just a woman fighting against a group of knights and soldiers.
She could even win a one-on-one fight, but against several enemies at the same time, she would always need protection. She was not like his companions in Skyrim, especially since there she was a woman from this world without magic. Daemon was always using Dragon Skin and his powers, protecting whenever he could.
Not that it was a bother to him—that was nothing, and he enjoyed her company.
This continued for a while, until he decided to stop using magic and fight only with his sword and skills. Then he began to massacre everyone who appeared before him.
The two Valyrian steel blades were able to pierce armor with ease, and there were not many soldiers prepared for that—no one expected invaders arriving with a dragon.
Many wore leather armor, which, against Valyrian steel, was practically paper. They kept advancing, killing everyone along the way.
Val was struck a few times, but Dragon Skin prevented any real damage to her armor. Even so, she kept fighting fiercely.
Seeing two people simply massacring dozens of soldiers, the others began to flee or surrender. The servants were terrified, trying to hide.
"That was easy." Val said.
Daemon frowned. "You say that because you had my protection. Don't think yourself invincible, Val. Don't be reckless." He spoke to her as a warning.
Normally, he would say it in a joking tone, but this time, he was serious. Risking one's life out of arrogance would be foolish, and he didn't want her to see herself that way.
Val simply nodded, without answering, seeing his serious expression.
After that, Daemon turned his attention forward. There was a soldier fallen on the ground, begging to be spared.
"You will take us to where Queen Margaery and her family are. And where is the maester?" Daemon asked.
"The maester left the castle to do something for the king, my lord. The queen's family is on the top floor."
"Then take me there." With those words, the soldier nodded, overcome with fear. Those people were invincible—they were massacring everyone, and that man could still use sorcery, not to mention the dragon that kept roaring in the courtyard, even without breathing fire, their ears were terrified.
In the end, Storm's End had already fallen at that moment. At least seventy soldiers had been killed as Daemon and Val advanced through the castle.
"My grace...?" A young noble appeared at that moment. He couldn't have been more than eleven years old. "Are you Daemon Targaryen... the one who took King's Landing?"
Said the boy, afraid, holding his sword. Daemon's weapon clearly showed that he had already defeated Aegon in some way.
"You could say that. Tell me your name." Daemon stopped.
"I am Lonnel, son of Lord Swann. They forced us to fight for them... they placed me here as a hostage. Please... if you have already defeated Aegon, have mercy on my father, Lord Donnel Swann." The young man said, trembling.
"I cannot say whether he is alive or dead. That young Blackfyre suffered great losses in the army this morning—half the army was killed before I came here. If your father survived... well, I will hear your story and I certainly will not be unjust to him. But I will still have to apply some punishment. I will take names for judgment, but as I said, it will be nothing unjust."
The boy nodded, despite his reluctance. "I am grateful, Your Majesty. House Swann will remember this." he said.
Perhaps it was nervousness, but the way he spoke made it seem like Daemon was the one who needed some favor from a small house in the south of the Stormlands. Something he could question as if it were an insult to the boy. Even so, Daemon did not press the matter.
They moved forward. First, they went to the queen's chamber—there was no one there.
"My lord... she should be here." The guard stammered, afraid of Daemon's wrath.
But the violet eyes saw the open balcony and the dragon outside, which already said a lot.
"It's fine. Let me find her." Using clairvoyance, Daemon quickly found the trace of life. He went there and, using telekinesis, simply tore the door off, breaking it, as a female scream echoed from inside.
Daemon appeared at the entrance, looking into the room. There was nothing noteworthy—only the people present.
Loras was already there, pulling the sword from his waist and raising it, with a cautious but firm and dangerous look.
Daemon seemed amused by that. He stepped into the room, and Val came right behind him.
The soldier did not enter—Daemon simply ordered him to gather the others and make them surrender.
"Look what we have here... the Tyrell family." Daemon said, opening a rogue-like smile.
"So you are Daemon Targaryen." Olenna's voice came from behind. She looked at him with curiosity, studying him. Margaery also observed him, cautiously.
Olenna then turned her attention to Val, behind Daemon. "So it's true... they say you take your lovers to fight by your side." she said.
Daemon began to laugh. "Ah... so you don't know."
He spoke, starting to remove his helmet, revealing his face as he stared at the three with his glowing violet eyes.
"Don't know what?" Loras said, clenching his teeth.
"You killed the king, didn't you?" Olenna said, observing exactly the sword Daemon held—the same one that should have been in Aegon's hands until that moment.
Even Loras realized it.
"Well, if you want to know... King Aegon Blackfyre is dead. I killed him... what, about three hours ago? Enough time to leave King's Landing and come here with my new dragon." He said casually and smiled at the end.
"Then it seems we have lost." Olenna said with some regret.
Daemon merely mocked her. She didn't know—it wasn't just about the king. They didn't even know that Highgarden had also been attacked yet.
"Well... you clearly made the wrong decision." Daemon declared. "And you lost."
"Yes... it seems so." Olenna said, seeming to taste the bitter flavor of defeat. "But do not worry. House Tyrell will reward—"
She began, but Daemon started laughing, opening a wide smile. The sound of laughter escaped his lips.
That made Olenna narrow her eyes. "Hm... does something about this amuse you?"
"You truly know nothing..." Daemon replied.
He paused. "Well, where should we begin? I've been thinking a lot about what to do with House Tyrell lately." He said, as if reflecting.
Loras never lowered his sword, keeping himself between Daemon, his sister, and his grandmother. But his grip on the weapon tightened as he heard that.
"I must say... you Tyrells are quite demanding." Daemon continued.
"You married this lady to Renly Baratheon..." He pointed at Margaery, who immediately darkened her expression.
"Then you took her to King's Landing to marry Joffrey... but fled."
"And then you married her to a Blackfyre. No wonder that Blackfyre went to lie with that Dornishwoman."
Margaery looked offended, but did not dare respond.
"Well... you felt offended and went to sleep with a Baratheon." He added, making Margaery turn pale.
"I warned your husband about it. I wanted to unsettle him before the war. By now, he should already know. Perhaps he didn't fully believe me, but the suspicion certainly remained... Varys has probably already confirmed it with some spies." He smiled, watching their reaction.
Olenna frowned.
"Do not dishonor my sister!" Loras roared.
"Dishonor? Now it is dishonor to speak the truth?" Daemon replied coldly. "Well... you are the last of the male line of your family's main branch. Try to be less emotional."
"What do you mean by that?" Olenna spoke slowly, but her words carried tension.
"Ah... as I said, you know nothing." Daemon replied with a much colder look.
"I was at Highgarden two days ago, you know? I slaughtered many of your guards there... and captured Willas Tyrell." He paused briefly.
"And then... I executed him in King's Landing."
"No..." Margaery brought her hand to her mouth.
"You should have seen your father. He collapsed when I killed his eldest son for treason atop the gate of King's Landing." Daemon said, showing no emotion.
Loras couldn't take it. "AHHH!!!" With a scream, he charged at Daemon, while his sister screamed behind him.
Daemon simply defended himself with ease, blocking the blows.
Val took a few steps back, knowing she should not interfere.
"So I decided..." Daemon spoke between strikes, as Loras attacked with fury, tears streaming down his face.
"That I would destroy House Tyrell." He said, looking directly at Olenna, who was now pale.
After defending another blow, Daemon took some distance.
Loras shouted and charged again, even in the tight space.
"Before killing Aegon Blackfyre... I pierced Garlan's neck with Dark Sister." Daemon continued, dodging another even more furious attack.
"Your father... I executed him just before coming here. I placed him in the same place where I put Willas... and cut his neck. He didn't seem to care, he was still trapped in the pain of losing his two sons..."
"I will kill you!" Loras barely managed to finish before Daemon acted.
With a swift motion, Daemon made a clean cut across his neck, separating his head from his body.
Margaery's scream echoed like that of a lost soul, seeing her brother beheaded in the middle of the room, while his head still rolled across the floor.
"No!" Margaery ran, leaping over the furniture, trying to reach her brother's body, trembling.
Daemon ignored the young woman and turned his attention back to Olenna, who stood there, frozen.
She only turned her head toward him. She knew that was her end. "You monster..."
That was all she said. Her voice was filled with fear and regret.
"Well... you gave me an opening to simply annihilate and extinguish your house." Daemon replied coldly.
"In the same way your rise was granted by a conqueror three hundred years ago, I, as another, will be ending it three hundred years later." With those words, he spun his sword and executed her without hesitation.
The body fell to the ground.
"Grandmother!" Margaery finally realized, turning back and seeing her grandmother's body collapse without a head.
That was a nightmare she had never imagined living through.
But she barely had time to do anything else. The fist of Val's gauntlet struck her head, making her fall unconscious.
Daemon raised an eyebrow, looking at her.
Val shrugged. "What? She was too annoying."
Daemon simply shrugged in response.
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