Game of Thrones: The Prideful One

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With Neltharion on my side, things would fall in line really fast, from afar I could already see Highgarden, and thanks to my ravens I knew where the enemy's army was hiding, and that they were planning to flank me.

Now it was just a matter of time, with my dragon son hidden I would have the element of surprise, with it, I would catch Tywin off guard and burn his troops to a crisp. Tywin was smart but he was still human, and when facing the unknown we humans panic, it's in our wretched nature.

"There is no one here…. this feels like a trap your grace," Ned Stark muttered.

I smiled at him, after all, I didn't expect him to catch up about that, "That's because it is,"

Ned blinked in the realization that I knew about it and stared, "We must warn the men,"

I shook my head, "No, they don't have to know, I have been moving them around with the trap in mind, for now they must remain ignorant," I had told my men to expect traps and stuff before leaving, now it was a bit too late to let them know, it would create a mild panic that would alert the scouts following us, and would stop Tywin from attacking, I had to let Tywin think he had me where he wanted, weaponizing his own pride against him.

"I see," Ned Stark sighed, probably understanding the motives behind my actions.

"If the mountain comes… let me have at it," Oberyn asked with a dark look on his face, "I want to kill him myself,"

I knew for a fact Oberyn could defeat the mountain, but I also knew his thirst for vengeance and his desire to hear him confess would end up killing him, "I'm afraid I cannot," I shook my head, "But I don't mind leaving you with Tywin, perhaps his son?"

Oberyn glared at me for a second, "You think I can't kill him?"

"I know for a fact you can," I chuckled, "But I also know you lose too much skill when mad, against someone like Tywin that's not a problem at all…. But against someone like the mountain will only end up with your head splattered against the ground,"

Oberyn kept on glaring for a few seconds before he sighed, "I suppose to an extended you are right," he then smiled, "And killing a Tywin is better anyways… he was the one to give the order,"

I nodded, "That's right," as we continued marching towards Highgarden.

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A few hours later, just as we were getting closer to the castle, one of my men shouted, "Soldiers coming!" I looked out behind seeing a large group of men armed with spears, swords and hammers rushing toward us, but not only in that direction, in each direction I would see men rushing at us:

Finally, Tywin had fallen for the bait I had laid out for him, quickly I shouted at my men to be ready, still keeping Neltharion hidden, I needed them to be closer, so unsheathing my sword I galloped with my horse and men to the battle.

I rushed into battle with a smile on my face, killing every enemy in my way, my blade cutting down enemies as I leaped from foe to foe.

*Spread and find the generals!*

*FIND TYWIN!*

I could hear my ravens shout around in the battlefield, taking the initiative of finding the enemy leader so that we could take care of him fast.

As I dance around the battlefield with grace and precision, enemy after enemy falls before my blade, fear spreading among the enemy soldiers like a disease, and for a good reason, I was terror of the battlefield, but even then, they refused to run, it seemed they feared Tywin more than they feared me, intriguing.

It was time, they were all somewhat close, "Neltharion!" I jump off my horse rampa with a primal scream, summoning my son into the battlefield from the skies. My sword gleaming with blood of my enemies in my hands as it's edge shape catches the sunlight.

Seconds later, Neltharion appeared looming from above the skies letting his presence be known with a powerful growl that shook the battlefield itself, the great beast of fire and flame was finally here, A mighty creature that would make fire rain on my enemies.

Without waiting for a command Neltharion knows what he has to do, and breathes a powerful stream of fire that consumes the enemy forces. Their cries of agony fill the air as they burn, some trying to run from the stream, only to be burned even by Neltharion's flames.

Little by little my enemies are destroyed, many of them burned beyond human recognition with their bodies lying on the ground, corpses that will soon be forgotten as the battle moves on.

*We found Jaime! Caw!*

*He is attacking from the south, caw!!*

"Find Tywin and the rest of his generals!" I ordered my feathery friends as I continued with my assault, normally I would've gone for Jaime and killed him, but, Oberyn was already on the south, that and he called dibs on Jaime.

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[Jaime Lannister POV]

Dragons… they were real… this little brat actually had the very thing that brought the seven kingdoms together hundreds of years ago… Tyrion was right… Ronard was to be feared.

When Father sent me to lead this… attack… I didn't expect to fight creatures that were thought to be extinct, this was stupid, one dragon and all our hopes of winning were off the table, every minute the dragon was here, hundreds of my men would fall.

I had to retreat, father did not plan for me, what good are swords and arrows if you can't hit your enemy, "Retreat!" I shouted but as I did, a spear landed dangerously close to my head killing an ally behind me.

"I'm sorry but you and I… have a date," The viper, that tone, that venom on his voice… there was no doubt, he was Oberyn Martell.

"You don't want to do this," I warned him, sword ready.

"Oh, but I do…" Oberyn smiled, killing a few soldiers that tried to attack him, as he approached me, "You have no idea how much I want to…"

It seemed I would have to kill a viper, before I escaped this hellhole, "So be it," I said, taking a stance.

"Now… let's us dance… for Elia," Oberyn said with a dark look on his, and with a spear at hand.

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[Tywin Lannister POV]

My son would come victorious on that battlefield, I knew that much, if he followed the plan to the letter, we would win, I had planned for every possible outcome.

Ronard lacked the experience I had, and I would exploit that to the limit, "Soon, all this madness will come to an end, and our family will stand above the bodies in glory,"

My legacy would finally be cemented on stone, my family would always be remembered, as the ones that stopped the Targaryens, and all in a lifetime, after this all I would have to do would be force Jaime out of the guard so he can take his birthright… "Soon… soon,"