The Fields of Fire || Aegon&Rhaenys.
In over a year, Aegon Targaryen had flown from Dragonstone with his sisters and vowed to take over the Seven Kingdoms with fire and blood. The day of his landing at the mouth of the Blackwater seemed distant. He had led a most successful campaign ever since. The lands of the Blackwater were under Targaryen rule, as were the Riverlands and the Stormlands. But before he could move on to the more isolated kingdoms of Dorne, the Vale and the North, he had yet to conquer the Reach and the West. He had every reason to suspect, this was the battle that would define it all. The night before the balance was to be tipped for good, the dragon lord stood alone inside the tent of command, studying his army’s moves one last time and still conflicted as to what would be the best strategy. His thoughts were interrupted when Rhaenys, his youngest sister-wife and only love, entered the tent, being the only one he had instructed the guards outsite to let through should she appear. A fleeting smile crossed the man’s face at the sight of her.
“This is it, Rhae. This is the battle, our biggest challenge. Even more so than the Riverlands. The Reach is the heart of the Seven Kingdoms. It is the most fertile territory, without it, we have no control over crops and livestock. As long as we do not rule these lands, we will always be dependent of them. As for the western lands...” he chuckled “It is said that mud in the west is yellow, because of all the gold. We must have control over those mines as well. Just imagine the income they would provide to our rule”.
The dragon lord pressed his lips together and leaned over the table, analyzing the vast map extended in front of him, and the tiny wooden figures that represented the troops, both their own and their enemy’s. “Our scouts report an army like no other. The joined forces of House Gardner and Lannister. Fresh for the fight, while our troops have grown weary. Even the dragons are tired. And hungry. We will soon run out of livestock to feed both them and the army” he sighed “But we must win this battle. Otherwise, we might as well give the entire war for lost”. That was a thought Aegon could hardly stomach. He was a victor, he accepted no defeat, he never hard. His father had taught him that much. For all the honor of his house, he could not loose. They were the last dragon lords of Old Valyria. The legacy of an entire civilization was at stake.
“I fear we might be beyond the powers of diplomacy now, are we not? Have the ambassadors you sent returned yet?” he asked, his eyes never leaving the maps.
