Chapter 17.4- The Seadragon's Roar

“Dawn tomorrow. The ships will remain here and Vaemond will depart on the Seahorse to bring the next set of ships here as well as the men to sail them. Once we have those reinforcements we can look into Torturer’s Deep.” She said. She had amended the plan to say we would wait for reinforcements before attempting any conquering of our own. She was probably not too keen on repeating he mistakes the had led to her Husband’s death.

The only issue with that was that the reinforcements were almost entirely unnecessary. Three dragons on our side meant no one stood a chance. We were the greatest dragon riding force assembled since Rhaenys died outside Hellholt. Sure, neither Meleys nor Igneel were as big as Vhagar or Meraxes had been during the conquest, and while Vhagar was getting close from all report and indications, the Bronze bitch was no Balerion. But then the size of the dragons themselves only really mattered when fighting other dragons. Against a fleet, Igneel was basically as much danger as Vhagar was. The only difference being that Vhagar would probably finish them off quicker, but what did that matter when dead was dead.

Laena landed some distance away, having decided otherwise do a few laps of the island once she finished our part.

“Come, come, let’s go get some food in your bellies” Mother said as Laena began walking towards us. Almost on cue, I felt my stomach vibrate and remembered I hadn’t had anything to eat all day.

XXXXXX- BORROS BARATHEON

Borros Baratheon was a simple man. He had one great love— fighting, and considered everything else a secondary distraction and preoccupation from his one true love. He had been born to be on the front lines, to lead the charge, to be the first man over the wall, and the last out of the line of fire. But he’d been born in the longest uninterrupted period of peace in Westerosi history. Even the Dornish had largely stopped their raiding and he’d been forced to content himself with the smallest embers of aggression even as he knew he longed for the fires of war.

War did not come to him in the end, and so he had gone to it. And for all he thought about his father’s decision-making, this was definitely the right one, he thought as he leaned just out of the way, allowing the pirate’s blade to scratch the nose guard of his helmet. Another scratch in his armour he would bear with pride. He was inside the man’s guard before the man could comprehend the danger he faced. To his credit, he lifted a shield in time. A shield would never stop Borros Baratheon. With one mighty swing, his warhammer dug into said shield and he heard the sound of the man’s arm break behind it.

The pirate screamed, clearly too weak to bear the pain, and Borros ended his suffering with an eager smile, walking deeper into the cave as he did so.