Thread: A Dragon Queen and Wolf King (Myself and Fantasy)

The remaining Lannisters of Casterly Rock were just beginning to sit down for their evening meals, none present would have ever guessed what was about to unfold in their Familys Ancestral Home. And why would they, they were basically the royal family and no one would dare harm them now that the Starks all lay dead on the banks of the Green Fork of the Trident, or so they were laid to believe. In actuality Robb Stark had planned for the attack from the beginning and so his army came out mostly unscathed, however, he unfortunately did lose his wife, mother and unborn child. Now he wanted revenge against those that gave the dog Frey his orders, mainly the Lannisters, and what better way than to hit them than where it hurt worse, their little piece of paradise. The Stark Army came in the cover of night, using the moonless sky to cloak them in shadow as the wolves readied themselves to hunt lions. The feeling in the air was eerie, like death itself threatened to fall across The Rock in a blanket of cold as summer for the Golden Fleeced Lords of the Westerlands drew closer to its end. Robb Stark himself, along with a dozen of his best climbers, had spent the evening scaling the high rock walls that guarded the Wardens of the West before peering into any of the open windows. The window he reached first led to a kitchen where two servants scrubbed away at dirty dishes as they chatted about their lives under the Lannisters. After they were temporarily incapacitated he secured the long rope he climbed up with to the window seal before tugging soon many of his fellow climbers did the same once their room of choice was cleared. As his army climbed their way up the ropes with the command not to scream if they fell he guarded the entrance to the kitchen and subdued any that came wondering over. Meanwhile outside the City of Lannisport-controlled by a Cadet branch of the Lannisters-a portion of the Stark Army led by Edmure Tully readied the catapults and trebuchets before lighting their contents ablaze and sending them flying over the walls to send the city into panic. Their plan worked wonders because it wasnt long before the Lannisters of Casterly Rock were interrupted during dinner to hear the city below was being attacked by an unknown enemy. And just as Stark had planned they gathered much of their remaining forces to aid their kin, allowing his men to ransack the Castle and capture or kill anyone they came across. Winter is coming to House Lannister! Your summer ends here! Robb was said to have yelled in later recounts of the siege of the castle as he drove his sword into chest of a Lannister Lord. In the deep of Night was always the best time to attack especially a moonless, cloudy night that covered the land and sea in darkness so thick you could barely see the hand at your face. That along with the fogs of the coast made seeing far, even with torch, a guessing game. Luckily Daenerys Targaryen had heard enough about Dragonstone-her Ancestral Home-from her brother that she felt as if she could make her way around and through the place like she had lived there her whole life, avoiding any jagged and unseen rocks. She herself stood upon the forecastle deck of her flagship Dragons Grace adorned in armor cast in Valyrian Steel while she momentarily seemed lost in thought as her mind journeyed back a few days before in the City of Pentos. There, in the Temple of Rhllor seeking aid and guidance, a priestess prophesied that she was in fact The Great Stallion That Will Mount the World the Dothraki talked about though in the priestesss religion she said it was known as The Flame That Will Consume All. She wondered if she was in fact such, if she was destined to unite the world under her rule, after all she did rule most of Essos from the shores of the Narrow sea to those of the Poison, abolishing slavery and gaining control of The Greatest City That Ever Was Or Will Be. She even had an army moving further east with one of her three fully grown dragons, Viserion, led by a descendant of a Valyrian Dragonlord like herself that she had met in the city of New Ghis that had later sworn allegiance to her. Whatever the case was she seen her conquering as doing good, most of these places prospered in her rule, with many cities that were of poorer status gaining immense wealth for one reason or another where before they were about to fall to a greater city, and even those cities grew even more wealthy. The people of her growing empire loved her, calling her names like Mysha and Mother of the People and their had even been a few cities her army came to that had heard of her doings and simply surrendered to her rule, knowing they would be better off. And it was with this hope and this love that her armies followed her to Westeros, to return their Queen, Princess, Empress, Khaleesi, Mysha and the many other titles she gained throughout her empire-to her rightful place and allow her to sit at the Iron Throne. First, however, she would take a small fleet to aid in her taking of Dragonstone as the rest the forces she sailed with moved on towards Kingslanding. So it was then, as the volcanic rock the Dragonstone was upon came into a misty view, that she raised her hand to the air with an order in High Valyrian for Dorgon to drop to the large Forecastle Deck of Dragons Grace. After he landed and bowed his head for her to mount him he was quickly off again high into the air where he then gave a loud roar as he descended upon the castle below him. Cities shall burn to ash if they defy me, Houses she be no more if they enrage me, I Daenerys Stormborn she birth a storm of fire and blood across the Seven Kingdoms if that is what it takes to gain my place at the Iron throne. And with that her forces began to barrage the city in catapult fire