The Burning Of Kings Hill

~~~(POV: Raenon Targaryen)~~~

~~~(Current Age: 17 Years)~~~

~~~(Location: Flying Above The Border Between Riverlands and Crownlands, The Kings Road, Westeros)~~~

~~~(Date: 301 AC)~~~

Rhaenys circles the army far below us; they're entering a defense formation. Stannis plans to stand his ground and slowly advance from what I'm seeing. What I do today will be remembered as cruelty and madness in my time.

My children's children will read texts marking today as the end of the last man to have a claim outside of House Targaryen's blood.

The last Baratheon has sealed his fate, not looking to the sky. All of them are focused on the coming battle. Locking eyes with their enemies. It's normal to parley before a battle such as this, but we both know that's of little value now.

"īlva vīlībāzma rhaenagon aderī. Hēnkirī, Rhaenys. īlon'll maghagon vesteros ānogar se perzys."

I tell Rhaenys that our battle begins soon. Together, Rhaenys. We'll bring Westeros Blood and Fire.

"GRRUUU..."

She releases a deep purr... One I'm used to hearing from her. She's my best friend and closest ally. If not for her, I'd not have come as far as I have.

The Shield and Sword of House Targaryen.

The Dark Comet.

The Black Dread Reborn.

The Queen Of Death and Fire.

Rhaenys has gained as many monikers as I have. If not more. Those are the ones always circling and whispering when I'm with her, when others see her for the first time.

My eyes land on the long shadows the armies cast against the hills. The sun creates a perfect morning for such beauty. That same morning is keeping Rhaenys and me hidden. Without these ideal conditions, we'd be discovered.

The plan to cut off Stannis has worked perfectly, and my signal to attack is when Baratheon and his soldiers break formation for an attack. The Unsullied create a perfect shield wall; Martell's spears are brought to bare through the shield wall.

Tactics we've brought over from Essos. One that's used commonly to repel smaller groups of Dothraki. It'll work against the cavalry of Stannis and the soon-to-be charging soldiers.

The blood of the dragon does exist in the Baratheon family, but it's not that of the House of the Dragon. Today, the start of my conquest begins.

The end of strife and war in Westeros will come with it. The restoration of my family and its full might with it! A legacy that will secure my family for centuries!!

A fire begins to burn inside me. One that has been there ever since I was a child. All alone in the Shadow Lands. The memories of those times seem distant and ancient from up here. I now have children and wives.

A family.

They're more important to me than any throne. Any claim. When I'm gone, I want them to be safe. I want them to rule with wisdom and power. An authority that is respected and listened to. My children and their children will be all that remains.

All that remains of Dany... Of Margaery...

Of me.

After all, no one lives forever.

~~~(POV: Stannis Baratheon)~~~

~~~(Location: Border Between Riverlands and Crownlands, The Kings Road, Westeros)~~~

~~~(Current Age: 37 Years)~~~

~~~(Date: 301 AC)~~~

There is still no sign of Raenon or his dragon among the forces across from us. We outnumber them, and we have more experience. It's time we get this battle started. A swift defeat of Targaryen forces will secure my claim.

Ser Davos is on his horse next to me, and I can see the stress in his eyes. Melisandre is on my other side, behind some of my most experienced commands.

"It's now or never, your Grace. We'll want to defeat them before Raenon returns with his dragon. This is the best chance we have to defeat him."

Davos makes his opinions as clear as water, and my gaze turns to him. He's waiting to give the order. As are all my other commanders. He's to be my Hand when I'm King, and he's not let me down yet.

"It's days like these that go down in history, my friends. This is where I'm crowned King in the eyes of history. Prepare for the attack; we're hitting them hard and fast."

As the words leave my lips, the knights and commanders around me head to their divisions, and Ser Davos is beside me momentarily. Barking orders to the division he oversees before heading deeper into it.

All that's left behind the lines and lines of soldiers is Melisandre and myself. She moves her horse to stand next to mine. There is a deep hatred and resentment I hold for her.

She's the reason my daughter is dead now. Made me believe that I'd win as Blackwater. Cost me half my army with her whispers. If not for proof of her powers in my brother's assassination, I would've killed her long ago.

"You said I'd kill Raenon in battle... I don't see him here. Your prophecies and predictions are becoming more and more unreliable."

She takes on a solemn expression at the hardness in my voice, as if I'm reprimanding her for her past mistakes. Which eventually turned into my mistakes.

"The visions from the fire do not lie. You're so close to your throne, and you will kill Raenon in battle. The prince who was promised will bring peace and put an end to all the threats Westeros face. You are the prince who was promised."

Her sweet and enticing voice has made me fall victim before.

I've heard those words several times now. I'll admit, it's blinded me in ways I had not thought possible. Believing myself to be invincible at one point. I've learned the hard way that's not true.

"If you're wrong, Melisandre. You won't live to regret it."

She has no initial reaction and instead turns her horse around and heads for the high ground behind our army for a better view of the battle.

My attention turns to my advancing soldiers, and they're halfway across the large open field. The Targaryen forces wait in a staggering formation on the hill on the other side.

But as I watch the field, a sinking feeling enters my stomach like doom is descending on me. It's not a second later, off to the East; a terror makes its presence known.

"RRRRRAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!"

The beast's roar shakes me to my soul, and the army advancing halts. Waiting for orders, but the dragon is approaching too fast. I gather the breath in my lungs as best I can.

"RETREAT!!! EVERYONE!!! RETREAT!!!"

My scream reaches all the way across the field...

But it's too late...

Sound disappears from the world as I watch the largest creature I've ever seen in my life dive down and tear the air apart. Leveling out above the field in the distance.

It happens slowly to me. Almost like time is forcing me to witness the horror. Black dragonfire bathes my troops... The field... The entire miniature valley... The black fire licks the shields of the Unsullied.

That's when I understand... The wall wasn't for us... It was for Raenon... It was for the dragon...

The Dark Comet...

The Queen Of Death and Fire...

Rhaenys is burning my army to smoldering corpses... Silent screams and torture forever encased in their ashen bodies and skeletons...

"There isn't anything we can do..."

I turn my horse, and my eyes find Melisandre looking from the hill. Disbelief on her features as she sees the carnage being unleashed behind me.

"GGGGGRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAA!!!!"

Another roar vibrates the lands, bodies, and souls that are watching this. The soldiers that weren't advancing through the field are running away. Heading for the hill that Melisandre is on top watching from.

They're dropping their swords and shields. Yelling in terror...

That's when I see the soldiers on the other side of the field begin making their advance.

This was never my day in history...

Believing in faith and prophecy has led me to this conclusion... This end... I should've always just believed in the human spirit... Never in Gods that don't care about us...

"So this is how it ends..."

My eyes fall to the ground from on top of my horse, and I lower my head in defeat.

~~~(POV: Raenon Targaryen)~~~

~~~(Current Age: 17 Years)~~~

~~~(Location:Border Between Riverlands and Crownlands, The Kings Road, Westeros)~~~

~~~(Date: 301 AC)~~~

CRUNCH

CRUNCH CRUNCH

CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH

The bodies of the fallen and burned Baratheon soldiers are heard as Rhaenys stomps across them. My forces have secured the survivors. We've finally landed, and we're heading to the large area they're being held at.

Fear and terror are seen on the faces of those that lived through the attack. I see Stannis and his witch among the group.

It seems time to speak to a man with a claim to the throne.

~~~(POV: Stannis Baratheon)~~~

~~~(Location: Border Between Riverlands and Crownlands, The Kings Road, Westeros)~~~

~~~(Current Age: 37 Years)~~~

~~~(Date: 301 AC)~~~

Raenon approaches, riding on top of his dragon... The beast has hate and death on her face. The thumps and crashes of the monster's heavy footsteps ring in my ears...

The sounds of the bodies being destroyed and crushed turn the stomaches of the youngest troops to survive. The dragon stops and casts a large shadow over us, before lowering her head and body.

Allowing Raenon to climb off the saddle.

He's a Targaryen, alright. The High Valyrian in his blood shows through his features.