We Bleed Silver(GOT/ASOIAF Fanfic)

King's Landing had descended into chaos. Ever since the departure of Aegon the Elder's Sunfyre and Aemond's Vhagar from the Dragonmount, never to return, the entire city had been gripped by panic and disorder. Especially after the Queen's dreamfire followed suit and flew away, from that moment on, from the Red Keep to Flea Bottom, an uneasy atmosphere hung over the entire city.

Lady Misery's Brothel. This was one of the finest brothels in all of King's Landing, lavishly decorated. Years ago, it had been a favorite spot for Prince Daemon, and later, it became a place frequently visited by Aegon the Elder. Even Prince Aemond occasionally came to relax. The owner, "White Maggot" Mysaria, had once been a stunning beauty with skin as smooth as jade. Starting as a dancer from Lys, she deftly navigated the circles of the noble and criminal elite of King's Landing, eventually becoming a powerful figure in the city's underworld. No one knew exactly whom she served, now that she had grown fat and was known as a wealthy and well-connected woman. What was certain was that she never lacked money, nor customers. Every day, her brothel echoed with the sounds of people in the vast baths.

The newly appointed captain of the city guard, Luthor Largent, sat up abruptly from the arms of a dancer, startled from his dream of dragons descending from the sky and burning King's Landing. He gasped for breath, slowly pulling the expensive Vaelarys silk velvet blanket over his naked body.

"My lord, what's wrong?" The dancer was also startled by his sudden reaction.

Luthor Largent irritably scratched his head and pulled aside the silk curtains at the side of the bed. "Lady Misery! Lady Misery! Get me another one! I'll pay more!"

Mysaria quickly emerged from behind a lavish marble pillar. Though her body had become exceedingly fat, her pale and smooth skin remained as it had been in her youth. "Captain, did my girl fail to please you?" White Maggot gestured for the dancer to leave, then sat on the large bed and drew the curtains closed.

"Lady Misery, tell me, whose side are you really on?" Luthor asked, his voice low as he leaned over the curtain and looked outside. "Now that Queen Rhaenyra's fleet has blockaded the Neck, the southern roads are also closed. The common folk in King's Landing can hardly afford bread. How is it that you still have perfumes from the Borderlands and luxury goods from the East?"

"Who are you loyal to?" Mysaria countered. "Captain, from what I know, you're one of the soldiers whom Prince Daemon himself adorned with a golden cloak."

"You know that?" Luthor exclaimed, pushing Mysaria onto the bed, only to immediately panic and retract his hand. "Lady Mei, I'm sorry, I..." Before he could finish, Mysaria placed a finger on his lips.

"Captain, from the day he sent me away, I swore never to love anyone again," Mysaria said, her voice tinged with a hint of sadness, though she quickly masked it. "But there are only a few places in King's Landing where I don't have eyes, and there's no secret I don't know."

Lady Misery smiled faintly. "Do you want to hear it? The knight in Flea Bottom who claims to be noble, the one whose sword you confiscated last month? His young servant is rumored to be the former king's son, but actually, he's... heh." Lady Misery gestured above and then outside. "The little bald man at the House of Sweet Kisses, his whore mother always claims he's the 'king's' son, but actually, he's the bastard of Prince Draezell, a white-haired warrior who came to King's Landing long ago. And then there's Tigarro Dargaleon, Prince Draezell's subordinate and close friend. I've seen more than one little bald man who claims to be his illegitimate son. Sadly, though, they're all lies."

"I'm not interested in these rumors," Luthor said, clearly not wanting to hear more.

"Alright, alright, no need to rush. I'll tell you." Mysaria finally whispered into Luthor's ear. "Queen Rhaenyra is coming back, and the dragons will descend upon King's Landing at sunrise tomorrow."

Luthor jolted upright. "But the King and Queen, along with the princes and most of the royal council, have all left."

"Queen Alicent is still here, and a few members of the Hightower family remain," Mysaria said, her arms around the captain's neck. "Prince Daemon will land at the Red Keep. You know what to do."

Luthor sat up straight, cold sweat pouring down his back. "I understand, I understand. Thank you, Lady Mysaria, I understand," he muttered, hastily dressing himself before rushing out of the brothel.

Mysaria suddenly smiled, then beckoned over a boy who was moving between curtains, delivering perfumes. "You know what to do. Take this to the Cripple Tavern and tell him this is our last transaction." The boy nodded and quickly ran out, leaving Mysaria alone to gaze quietly at the silk curtains fluttering in the brothel.

Maegor Holdfast

Alicent had not slept this well in a long time. When she woke, the sun had not yet risen, and the bed beside her was empty. The Kingsguard had left, leaving only the one who had been disguised as a servant by Ser Criston, and now, even he was gone.

She wondered how her children were doing. Alicent gazed out the window as the sun slowly rose from the sea. The citizens of King's Landing had already begun their day's work. The Black faction had blockaded the sea routes, and the ongoing skirmishes between the noble houses of the Crownlands and the Riverlands had cut off the important supply roads to the city. Prices in King's Landing had skyrocketed, with a copper coin now barely enough to buy a sausage mixed with rat meat, where once a single copper piece would have sufficed. A loaf of dark bread that once cost a single copper fraction now only bought half a loaf, with sawdust and sand mixed in.

A one-armed shepherd walked silently through the deserted market. The only places still well-supplied in King's Landing were those with powerful patrons—brothels, taverns, the Red Keep, and the Great Sept. While brothels and taverns often handed out free food to the poor, or supplied the kitchens that made the brown stew, the Sept kept its gates tightly shut.

"Seven gods above," the shepherd muttered with his eyes closed. "Your lambs have been led astray by the devil. They rely on dragons—beasts not allowed by the gods, crawling out of hell to deceive the good men and women of King's Landing. The spawn they create bring disaster... Seven gods, please have mercy on your servants." The old shepherd prayed as he watched the rising sun.

"Dragon! It's Queen Rhaenyra's dragon!" A pottery vendor in the market suddenly cried out, pointing to the sky.

"And Prince Draezell's dragon!"

"That's Prince Daemon's dragon!"

"The Queen has returned! The Queen has brought us food!"

"Long live Queen Rhaenyra! Long live the Queen!"

"No, no! They're here to burn us! They're here to burn us!"

Just weeks ago, the citizens of King's Landing had shouted "Long live King Aegon," but now, many were screaming "Long live the Queen." Others ran frantically towards the city's outskirts or hid in their cellars and under rooftops, while the shepherd squinted at the growing shadow cast by the dragons overhead.

"Seven gods, protect your lambs from being deceived any longer," the shepherd prayed as the golden-hued dragon streaked across the crowd, followed by the blood-red serpent-like dragon and a smaller one the size of a horse.

The three dragons circled the Red Keep, while the dark green Vermax and Joffrey's Tyraxes flew over the walls of King's Landing, accurately lighting unguarded dragon-scorch ballistae. Vermithor and Silverwing circled above Dragonmount, watching the city below. The fleet of Sea Serpents raised sails bearing the seahorse sigil, with thousands of soldiers from House Velaryon crossing the sea.

"Someone, close the gates!" A captain in golden armor quickly fastened his cloak, rushing to close the gates, but was intercepted by a few of his comrades. "What are you doing, you traitors?" The captain started to shout, but before he could finish, a dagger was drawn across his throat.

"You're the traitor!" one of the golden-robed men spat on the captain. "Our golden cloaks were given by Prince Daemon, and he is our eternal leader."

The same scene played out at all seven gates of King's Landing, where only soldiers loyal to House Hightower tried to resist. Unfortunately for them, they ran into Vermax and Tyraxes, and the flames from the two dragons breath consumed all 13 Hightower knights, turning them to ash.

"She's here." Looking out the window at the dragons, Queen Alicent realized the day had finally arrived. She sighed deeply, preparing to leave her room, only to bump into her brother, Ser Gwayne Hightower.

"Sister, we have to run."

Alicent shook her head. "I cannot escape." She said, "Only if I stay behind will that bitch temporarily shift her attention from my children."

"No!" Gwayne grabbed Alicent, trying to drag her out. "You're my sister; I can't leave you behind."

Alicent broke free from Gwayne's grasp. "Go, and after you get out, send a raven to Father and Lord Ormund. Tell them that the Queen has been lured into King's Landing. Remember, this is your task."

"Alicent."

"I command you in the name of the Queen Mother."

Only then did Gwayne turn and run out. Just as he reached the stables of the Red Keep, he collided with someone.

Luthor Laggert shoved Gwayne to the ground. Gwayne looked at the captain in disbelief. "You traitor! The skin you're wearing was given to you by my sister and the King."

"Shut up." Luthor swiftly thrust his sword into the Queen Mother's brother's abdomen. "This skin was given by Daemon." He tugged at his golden cloak. "Both inside and out, it's gold."

Just hours later, the bells of King's Landing rang out.

The dragons descended one by one, roaring at the sky, their calls echoing with the sound of the bells, announcing to all the people of King's Landing.

Their Queen had returned.

Queen Rhaenyra walked slowly toward the Iron Throne, gently brushing the sharp spikes before finally sitting down, fulfilling her long-awaited wish to take this seat. Soldiers from House Velaryon searched the entire Red Keep but found no trace of Queen Helaena or her children. They freed the Black supporters who had been imprisoned by the Green faction in the dungeons, and these emaciated people, now dressed in fresh clothes, surged into the throne room to pledge their loyalty to the Queen who had saved them.

Queen Alicent was brought in by Captain Luthor. She was not shackled, as per the Queen's orders. "After all, she's my stepmother, and she deeply loved my father," were the Queen's exact words.

"Rhaenyra." Alicent looked at the armored Rhaenyra on the throne, and the dragonriders standing beneath the Iron Throne, especially Draezell and Valar, who were holding their Valyrian steel swords, standing out prominently.

"Let us negotiate." The Queen Mother still attempted to bargain. "Let's call a great council, let the lords decide the rightful ruler. Rhaenyra, my son is still away, there is no better offer than this."

"Do you think I'm a fool, Alicent?" Rhaenyra laughed. "Your son's dragon is dead. Do you think your son can still survive?"

Alicent's face instantly changed. "This is impossible!"

Draezell sighed and looked at the Queen on the Iron Throne helplessly, shaking his head.

"Sunfyre was killed by Princess Rhaenys and Prince Draezell. His corpse is outside of Rook's Rest, his wings broken, his head crushed by Vermithor," Rhaenyra said with a smile. "Vhagar has already fled in disgrace. Alicent, you have two choices: either surrender." She spread her arms wide. "Or be burned alive. Choose, now."

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