[GoT - ASoIaF] - Return of the Dragons

[Herdo]

Return of the Dragons
Chapter one
Prologue​

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The king glared at the letter of information that had been handed to him from his spymaster, Varys the Spider.

“Are you certain of this?”

The bald eunuch nodded his head gravely.

“There are no doubts, Your Grace. House Targaryen is after all this time in silence finally preparing for war:

Rhaegar, who rules over the island fortress of Dragonstone, is gathering an army of magic user, all who hail from the eastern parts of Essos.

Viserys is hiring an army of sellswords from the Free cities of Essos.

And finally, the younger sister Daenerys was recently wed to one of the Dothraki horselords, and that union grants the Targaryens access to the Dothraki hordes. They are now gathering an army of tens of thousands of barbarian warriors.”

The stout king made an annoyed grunt.

“So it will be a triple attack? A barbarian horde through the Sun Gate and over the Arm into Dorne, then an armada of sellswords that sail across the Narrow Sea, probably seeking to sack King’s Landing and finally an army of sorcerers, who’ll use their foul magic to wreck my realm and strengthen the other two armies?”

“That is my assumption as well, Your Grace”.

“Curse him. He could have used all this time to repent for his crime and kill himself and now the maggot dares to crawl up and challenge my rule. Fifteen years of silence and being a craven and now this!?”

He slammed his fist onto the table of the small council, causing several cracks in it due to the sheer strength of the blow.

“Very well. If he is finally willing to pay for his crimes, then I’ll see no reason to discourage him.”

“Your Grace?”

“If the dragonspawn wants war, then we shall give them war. Pycelle!”

The ancient maester stumbled to his feet, his chain clinging as the chain links of various metals shock due to the sudden roar of the king.

“Y-yes, Your Grace, how can I be of service?”

“I want several ravens sent as soon as possible! Nine of them! And send for your writers!”

“N-nine? If I may inquire, who will you send them to?”

“In order for us to wage war against the dragons, then we’ll need those in charge of our armies on my war council. Send the ravens to these following destinations:
Casterly Rock, the Eyrie, Riverrun, Storm’s End, Highgarden, Sunspear, Winterfell, Pyke, and Castle Black!”

The old master looked like he wanted to protest but then chose to hold his tongue and then started to shuffle to his office, to prepare the ravens and summon the writers to the king.

“Are you sure this is wise, Your Grace?”

“What do you mean, Baelish?”

“A war of such dimensions will have astronomical costs and summer is about to end. I fear that this act might lead to starvation for many of the small folk.”

The thin master of coins bowed as he expressed his concerns.

The king seemed to consider the concern before he abruptly turned and marched to his throne.

It was an ugly thing. Forged from thousands of enemy swords by Aegon the Conqueror, who melted them all down with the dragon fire of the Black Dread Balerion. But in spite of that, the edges of the swords were still sharp. But the king took no notice of the minor cuts as he climbed the uneven steps and sat down on his throne, overlooking the throne room of the Red Keep of King’s Landing.

“It is true that this war will come at a huge price. But I cannot let Rhaegar and his kin rape Westeros like he raped my beloved. I swear by my name Robert Baratheon, first of my name, and my titles of King of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm that I will finish the war that Rhaegar started all those years ago! I swear that I’ll end him and bring peace to our realm, once and for all! He will know the fury of the Seven Kingdoms!!”

The king swore the royal oath and everyone else in the room knew that he would keep his promise, no matter what, even if the world would turn into ruins and ashes…