We Bleed Silver(GOT/ASOIAF Fanfic)

"Seven hells!" Aemond slammed his head hard with his hand, immediately realizing the consequences of his actions. Killing Lucerys, or rather, killing Lucerys in a dragon battle, could only result in two things.

Rhaenyra would be furious, immediately plunging into a dragon battle without regard for the consequences. Draezell would also be enraged, and Vermithor, Silverwing, and Shadowmare would all rush north to fight at any cost. The Greens would face instant annihilation.

Vhagar roared, and Aemond quickly urged the dragon to speed back to King's Landing. The great dragon descended slowly in a field on the outskirts, where Aemond quickly took his warhorse from the waiting attendants and galloped toward the Red Keep. This field was specially prepared for Vhagar—vast, and located right next to the Red Keep.

Aemond soon stormed through the Red Keep's gates and rushed up to the upper chambers. Nobles and ladies along the way furrowed their brows in confusion.

What had happened?

Aemond rushed into the council hall, where King Aegon was meeting with his advisors, handling letters from various lords. The news was mostly optimistic. All the lords of the Westerlands had declared their support for the rightful king under the leadership of Lord Jason. Housr Peake, the Florent, the Redwynes, and several smaller houses had pledged allegiance to King Aegon's legitimate claim. Unfortunately, Lord Loras of the Reach was unable to respond. The young Lord had fallen from his horse shortly after receiving Aegon's letter, broken his leg, and died shortly after. Now, the Reach was ruled by a baby, and his mother, Lady Jenny of House Fossoway, had taken over.

Not a single letter had come from the North or Dorne, and the Riverlands had sent only scattered responses.

Aegon and Alicent looked up as Aemond burst into the room. Alicent immediately stood up. "What is it? Is it Lord Borros?"

"I killed Lucerys. No, Vhagar killed Lucerys."

"Isn't that a good thing?" Aegon said, puzzled, as he looked at his mother and the officials, who had all gone pale. "Brother, you killed that bitch sister's dragon and one of her bastards. This is a great achievement. I'll throw a feast in your honor!"

"Seven hells!" Alicent gasped, her face drained of color. "My son, how could you be so blind? You only lost one eye, and you traded it for a dragon."

"Your Majesty, we have trouble," Ser Tyland Lannister quickly realized why Aemond was so pale. "Rhaenyra isstill on Dragonstone. Once she hears of Prince Lucerys's death..." Ser Tyland cursed Otto for not being there; his wisdom could have calmed everyone, but it seemed even he hadn't expected Aemond to act so rashly, killing Lucerys and his dragon.

"That bitch will invoke the Seven hells," Alicent muttered, collapsing back into her chair. Aegon finally understood the gravity of the situation, looking helplessly at the gathered council.

"And the Velaryons. Your Highness, you don't mean..." Tyland immediately guessed the potential consequences.

Aemond nodded gravely. "The place where I killed Lucerys was just south of Storm's End."

"Your Majesty, we should immediately consider evacuating King's Landing, or begin training Queen Helaena for battle and recall Prince Daeron," Tyland Lannister immediately stood and said. "Rhaenyra could summon the dragonriders at any time to raid King's Landing. Draezell's dragons could also arrive from the south at any moment. We must be prepared."

"Dragons can go anywhere," Aemond said after thinking for a moment. "The news won't even reach Dragonstone until tomorrow at the earliest. Prince Velar won't act without Draezell's command. We must seize this window and prepare everything."

Aemond looked to King Aegon. "Your Majesty, you are the king. It's your decision to make. If you immediately send my sister to fight with dragons, with Dreamfire, we'll have a better chance."

"Right, right," Aegon nodded repeatedly, signaling that he would listen to the others.

"There's another plan, Your Highness, Your Majesty," Tyland said. "As Prince Aemond said, dragons can go anywhere. We could leave King's Landing immediately. The treasury is empty, and even if Rhaenyra takes the city, it will be a starving one." Tyland stood up. He didn't mention it aloud, but there was another route: the Lannisters could immediately declare for the blacks. Unfortunately, enraged Rhaenyra likely wouldn't have the composure to accept their surrender.

"Even with more dragons, they can't find our dragons if we leave King's Landing," said Lord Jasper, also standing. House Wylde could only support the Greens because Rhaenyra would never forgive any noble who opposed her after the death of her son.

"A king who isn't sitting on the Iron Throne is no king at all," Aegon said, displeased. "I can try to convince Helaena to fight with dragons, but you cannot make us leave King's Landing."

"Then we must gather all the dragons and rely on King's Landing's defenses, my brother," Aemond sighed. "My Vhagar wouldn't stand against Vermithor, and can your Sunfyre withstand Caraxes or Meleys or Silverwing? Even with Dreamfire, one dragon could easily tie it down. Or do you think you can defeat Bloodworm and the Red Queen?"

Aegon was at a loss for words. "You all are the ones who crowned me," he muttered, touching the crown on his head.

"Your Majesty, let the children leave King's Landing first," Alicent forced herself to stay calm. "Send them to Oldtown or the Free Cities. House Hightower can shelter them. Even if something happens to us, the children will survive."

"Your Grace, regarding the marriage contract with Prince Rey..." Maester Orwyle said cautiously.

"It's a mercy that he hasn't killed Jaehaera yet," Aemond's voice trembled slightly. He knew he had caused this disaster. "Mother, you should go with the children. Once in Oldtown, have them prepare ships for the East to seek refuge."

"I will stay," Alicent said. "After you leave on your dragons, King's Landing needs a target, and I am the best target. Rhaenyra won't let me go." The Queen Mother said resolutely.

"So, have we made a decision on what to do?" Aegon asked carefully.

Aemond looked over at Ser Criston Cole, the acting Hand of the King, who had been deep in thought.

"White Knight, what do you think?" Aemond asked, curious about what Criston was thinking.

"Prince, I support your decision to change the objective," Criston said. "But we must also consider how to relocate and how to distract Dragonstone's bitch while doing so."

"So, what's your opinion?" Aemond's interest piqued.

Criston moved to the long table, pointing at the map of the Riverlands. "The reason we're not getting support from the Riverlands is simple. Someone got there first."

"Daemon," Tyland immediately understood who would have quickly reached the Riverlands to rally the lords.

"The Riverlands is the crossroads of war. Armies from the Westerlands must pass through it to get out, and armies from the Reach must also go through its borders to reach King's Landing. It's even more critical than the Crownlands, Your Majesty, so my suggestion is that if we want victory, we must secure the Riverlands."

"But Daemon is there," Aemond said, his tone reflecting his concern.

"He only has one dragon," Ser Criston answered. "Although the blacks have more dragons, as long as they aren't gathered in one place, we still have a chance. Lord Larys, tell us your intelligence."

Larys, who had been silent, turned the jeweled orb in his hand before speaking slowly, "According to my spies, Prince Draezell and Prince Jacaerys have left Dragonstone for the North, while Prince Velar remains at Dragon's Nest protecting their family. He still needs to oversee the shipping lanes daily. Princess Rhaenys is also busy, working with the Sea Snake's fleet to blockade the Neck. Prince Daemon is in the Riverlands, gathering forces at Harrenhal."

"So we have two options, Your Majesty," Larys continued. "Dragonstone's bitch currently only has three dragons capable of fighting. If Queen Helaena can fight, we'll have three dragons as well, enough to strike at Dragonstone immediately."

"Dragonstone still has wild dragons," Aemond's one-eyed gaze turned to Ser Criston, as if not understanding why he was proposing such a risky plan. "Once Rhaenys sees us strike, she can easily join Rhaenyra to drive the wild dragons into the sky. Those unpredictable beasts are also a threat."

"The second option is for Queen Helaena to escort the princes and princesses to Oldtown, while Your Majesty and the Prince leave King's Landing and wait for an opportunity to ambush any lone dragons from the blacks. Except for Vermithor, I believe no dragon can stand against the combined attack of Vhagar and Sunfyre."

"Yes, that's a good idea," Aemond nodded. "Anything else?"

"I'll lead the loyal soldiers defending King's Landing," Ser Criston, the acting Hand of the King, said. "The White Sword Tower has 200 guards with horses and armor. You also have several hundred loyal soldiers, well-equipped."

"Everything can be entrusted to you," King Aegon nodded decisively.

"I will lead forces north, recruit soldiers, and prepare to invade the Riverlands," Ser Criston continued, drawing a line on the map. "Once we leave, Dragonstone's bitch will surely rush into King's Landing, and the 500,000 starving commoners and the empty treasury are the problems she'll have to consider. That should delay her dragons."

He smiled slightly. "I'll arrange for Sir Arryk Cargyll to stay behind. The traitor by the princess's side is his twin brother, and Sir Arryk is willing to punish the traitor who tarnished the white cloak in service to the rightful king."

Ser Criston looked at the map. "As long as the blacks dragons aren't gathered in one place, we still have a chance. I wonder how Otto is doing. If he succeeds, victory will certainly be ours."

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