Chapter 103

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I had won this fight, capturing Jaime in the way, which would give me quite the political tool to use against Tywin, disrupting his calm demeanor by using his golden son.

Highgarden was on the way to be mine, the Tyrells still had more than enough forces to attack stationed in their ancestral home, and while a normal siege would take me weeks to months, with Neltharion it would take a day or two.

I had to take this opportunity to push the enemies to their knees, before they came up with a plan to hurt or kill Neltharion, which meant I had for now to exploit Neltharion to the fullest.

Burning my way to the throne, after all, I had bigger concerns beyond the wall, and wasting time playing games with these imbeciles was not a priority.

"You did great," I praised my dragon son, who grinned in return.

*You are a great warrior, of course the same had to apply to me,* Neltharion hissed with pride, he always wanted to prove others he was my son beyond words.

I chuckled at the dragon antics as I ordered him to rest, , while he himself didn't want to admit it, he was tired, breathing torrents of fire for hours had taxed him quite a bit, and we had to recover our strength, for tomorrow, this garden and it lands would be ours.

Not only that, but I also needed to rest, because in every battle I would push my physical limits to kill as many soldiers as I could, ensuring we always had the upperhand in any battle, and while physically I would still feel energized, my mind would grow tired, though this time, this effect was worse.

it seemed hours of fighting no matter how easy they were, could slow down even a super soldier, "I need to rest," I yawned.

"Hello there," Oberyn greeted, getting in sweet way to my tent, little did he know, he would soon face my wrath if he didn't let me sleep.

"I'm super tired, so be gone for now," Not only I had been fighting for hours, but the last few weeks I had been sleeping very little, maybe the stress of the upcoming battle was affecting me, more than I cared to admit.

"I just wanted to thank you," Oberyn chuckled, "For letting me fight…Jaime, and for trusting me to not kill him,"

Letting out a sigh, I smiled at the wounded warrior, "You deserve that trust, you are one of the few that I feel I can trust," with that said I started to walk to my tent, not before leaving the snake with one last message, "If you wake me up, your brother will have to fight for you… after all, he will have a higher battle prowess…"

Oberyn took a step back, with a playful smile defusing the situation, "I would never…."

"Good," I nodded, finally getting to the one thing I missed right now, almost as much as my family in Essos, my bed, "Finallyy…" and I knew it wouldn't take long for the sweet embrace of sleep to take me out on a trip, giving me the well deserved rest I so much desired.

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[Daenerys POV]

Yunkai and the others cities my husband, Ronard had conquered were under control, but even with the mighjt of our dragons, and army, small rebel cells were rising, and while this was something Ronard himself knew it would at one point happens I couldn't really understand how could anyone be so stupid, even if they managed to defeat me, which was a big if, they would unavoidably fall once again under the wrath of my husband.

So far, the rebels were easy enough to deal with, but I knew I had to stop them before they became a real threat, no enemy is too small, no man is too weak, so with that in mind, Braavos was for now, my safe haven, having no nobles alive, and the people of Braavos fearing my husband, everyone was nothing but compliant.

While I wanted nothing more than to prove Ronard I could help him, finishing what he started, I had also take into account I was a mother now, and that was bigger than the crown and anything else, for now I had decided to first ensure the cities we had under us, to be in absolute control, before moving with our conquest, the slightest mistake could prove to be fatal to my babies, and that was something I could not allow.

The Twins were our greatest strength, and weakness, and I would ensure their safety no matter what.

"I miss you," I cried weakly under the moonlight, a Queen should not show weakness, but I was weak without him, how much I missed his warmth, his smile, but I knew soon we would be reunited.

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[Ronard Mormont POV - Next Day]

The morning sun was shining brightly, and I couldn't help but smile at what was coming ahead, the remaining forces of the Tyrells would face the might of my army, and I would claim these lands for me.

Too bad, for that to happen, the Tyrells would have to die, bad for them, that is.

The more we marched, the closer the last battle on this part of the south was, looming behind the gardens, my men were fully rested, and ready to fight. But the one they had to fear was also the most eager to prove himself once more in the battlefield, Neltharion.

And maybe with enough luck, the tales of my dragon son would spread among the seven kingdoms, bringing them into their knees without a fight. Dragons after all, were the very beasts that brought them together in the first place, and once again, they would.

"We are here," Ned commented, pouting at the army ahead with a very grim look, around thirty thousand soldiers, ready to be slaughtered. Perhaps Tywin was nothing but false propaganda, or the Tyrells were acting against his wishes and stayed to protect their land, either way it worked for me.

"We stand once again," I shouted, getting the full attention of my army on me, "In the heat of battle," I smiled, "Let's show these flowers why they shouldn't fight us" By this point my army was stomping the ground, shaking the very ground with battle cries.

I was the first to gallop in the battle field, cutting hundreds of arrows coming my way, as a single thought crossed my mind, 'cute'

Giving the signal, with my left hand, Neltharion descended into the battlefield, with a growl that thundered the very air, shaking the resolves of each enemy, "Lit them on fire son!"

Neltharion nodded, and a stream of fire started to burn beyond recognition all the archers, one by one, their screams filling the air, with pain and agony, and in their faces the sour realization, they had no hope of winning this.

"It seems fire is super effective," I chuckled, as I covered the gardens with the blood of the fallen flowers.

Victory was mine, and so were the Tyrell lands, now I wonder, what move will the old lion take against me, he must surely know with all that experience when he is being defeated. I suppose time will tell.