Chapter 119 (Patreon)

I woke up the next morning, today was the day that I was going to attack King's Landing, the Tyrells had found the majority of the wildfire, meaning I was clear to attack the Lannisters, I was going to lead the attack charging with my dragon in the frontlines, my dragon son and I would be more than enough to take care of all the enemy traps ahead, including the ones that Tywin Lannister.

“Today is the day,” I shouted for everyone to hear, “Today we take down those fake lions! And everything they love!”

Needless to say, my men started to shout a chant in agreement, they had been ready to fight for me si me long before, and now it was their time to shine and prove how loyal they were, a suicidal thought but one that helped me.

“Not to be a party pooper, but” Oberyn approached me, “can we trust those flowers, they have jumped sides like a game of hot potato,”

“Lovely reference, and no… we can’t trust, but for now, I know they are playing on my side,” I chuckled, after all, it was very hard to lie to me when I had Ravens spying their every move.

“We should be ready to march in a few hours,” Ned Stark stated, mounting his horse, “Are you going to ride your dragon ahead? Or wait for us?”

“I will wait for everyone to be ready, once the men start marching, I will fly to the city with Neltharion, taking our their defenses,” I answered.

“Very well,” Ned nodded.

“Leave some Tywin for me if you happen to burn him,” Oberyn added with a smirk.

I chuckled, “I will try,”

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It took my entire army roughly two hours to get ready to march, but once they were done, I mounted Neltharion, and left them, as I charged with my dragon son and some of my ravens into battle, my goals with this attack were simple, I wanted to destroy all long range fighters, and of course, create some chaos on Tywin’s formation, shaking his strategy.

“Are you guys ready?” I asked my dragon son.

*I will not let you down, I will burn every enemy that stands in our way,* Neltharion stated with absolute confidence.

*We are ready caw!* my ravens cawed in one voice.

I smiled at their answers, as I laid my eyes on King’s Landing, I could already see the castle from afar, and it had been only an hour since I left my men behind, air travel does make a difference.

“Let’s show them what we got!” I shouted.

*Aye! Caw!*

The city kept getting closer and closer, second by second the distance between us and the city was slowly disappearing, and just when we were in range I shouted, “Fire!”

At my command torrent of fire shot from Neltharion’s mouth, burning every poor soul on its unforgiving path, setting a lot of unaware soldiers to blazes, melting eyes and burning their skin away, killing them a few seconds after the fire had taken them.

“Locate all the long range defense posts!” I ordered a few of my ravens, and in response they immediately flew to fulfill their mission.

“Fire!” One man shouted from the ground, ordering the archers to shot, but little did they know, normal arrows can’t hope to pierce the scales of a dragon, and if by some weird case I happened to be their target, with my skills and current mobility, well… let’s say they had a better chance of getting an erection from Varys.

“Archers there Neltharion,” I pointed, and immediately after they found themselves experiencing what did hell felt like.

*We located all the posts! Caw!* One raven said flying beside me and Neltharion.

*Where?* Neltharion inquired.

*Follow me caw!* the Raven said flying off, with Neltharion and I following him close behind.

Taking my bow, from my back I smiled, “How about we make this a friendly competition?ñ

*I'm in!* Neltharion hissed happily.

I chuckled, “I haven’t even told you what it is,”

*I don’t care, I will win either way!* Neltharion stated.

“Very well then,” I chuckled, “Let’s see who kills more,”

*Awesome! Don’t be mad when I crush you!,* Neltharion was very, very… veryyyy competitive.

“We’ll see,” I smirked.

*Here we are caw!* the Raven we had been following, guided us to the wall defenses.

Without even waiting for my command, Neltharion started to burn every person in the wall, their screams of pain and agony… were at this point surely filling the city with the catastrophic melody of despair, and I was the gran maestro of this orchestra, and like so, I would give them the best concert of their lives.

“Let’s give them a show!” I shouted shooting arrows left and right, killing enemies with ease, as my dragon son burned his way, and my ravens pushed the archers down the wall, the slaughter had begun.

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[Tywin Lannister POV]

The city was under attack, but instead the army I was expecting, it was only Ronard and his beast, and yet they were crushing my archers like they were nothing, but things were not so much out track.

I still could defeat Ronard if I made him believe he won, then it would only be a matter of blowing him off with the wildfire.

“We are under attack,” Cersei muttered entering my office.

“I’m aware… I’m old, not blind… or deaf,” I sighed.

“We will win,” Cersei stated, the mountain standing by her side, “The walls of King’s Landing have never fallen down, no man has managed to do so,”

“The key word being man,” I interrupted her, for she was once again being an idiot, the sole reason the walls had been intact were because the idiots that had tried were… idiots without big armies and of course, they didn’t have dragon, what use does a wall has if you can fly over it, “Don’t forget he rides a creature thought to be a fairy tail till now,”

“He will die either way…. by our sword or by our fire,” Cersei stated.

“Your blind confidence in victory is almost adorable… but you are not a kid anymore…” I sighed.

“Hmm… anyways father… I have to go and see my son… “ Cersei commented, it was maybe the last time she got to see him… if things end up being bad that is.

“Please tell him to put on his armor,” I ordered.

“He will not fight!” Cersei growled.

“He is the king… he needs to fight, and beside I don’t need your opinion nor your approval,” I stated with cold eyes looking at her.

“I won’t let you—” A single hand sign was more than enough to shut my daughter down.

“If she gets in your way to get the prince, don't hesitate to use force, am I clear, Ser Gregor Clegane?” I looked at my mad dog, who simply nodded in reposen, leaving with my daughter to retrieve my grandson.

This was everyone’s last stance, this battle would either destroy two Houses, or set in stone the Lannister’s on the throne.