Game of Thrones: I Am The Heir For A Day

Chapter 207: The Dragons Appearance

Chapter 207: The Dragons Appearance

King's Landing, a chamber.

"Alicent, I can't help you with this request," Jeyne said, leaning back in her chair with a look of regret.

Across from her, Alicent frowned in dissatisfaction. "You said that in a man's world, we women must unite."

"Dorne's request for a marriage alliance is a matter for the king to decide. I cannot intervene," Jeyne replied, her tone firm but sympathetic.

"Viserys will marry Helaena to Dorne, and I must act before he agrees," Alicent pleaded. "I have only one daughter, and I cannot abandon her."

Jeyne's demeanor remained unchanged. "My influence lies in the Vale, not King's Landing. Here, I have no power."

She understood the dangers of arranged marriages for women all too well, which is why she remained unmarried at 24. But when it came to the political maneuvering of the realm, the king had the final say, and she was powerless.

Realizing Jeyne wouldn’t help, Alicent's expression hardened. "Jeyne, don't forget our agreement. I've been advocating for you to Viserys."

Jeyne’s face showed a flicker of irritation. "I didn’t see any results from your so-called advocacy. I approached Rhaegar myself, and I was rejected. I can't even imagine how he perceives me now."

"Viserys is considering your union just as he is Helaena's," Alicent retorted, her tone turning cold and threatening. "Jeyne, I am the queen. While I may struggle to make something happen, it’s easy for me to ruin it."

Jeyne's face darkened. "Threats won't change the fact that I have no power here."

The greatest humiliation of her life was being rejected by Rhaegar. But even before that, She was the Lady of the Eyrie. How could she give in to threats?

Alicent stood up, looking down at Jeyne. "Our partnership ends the moment I leave this room."

"Feel free," Jeyne replied, her red lips barely moving, her indifference clear.

Alicent snorted and strode out. Just as she was about to close the door, Jeyne’s voice stopped her.

"I can't help you, but think about who can influence the king’s decisions and who you can turn to for help."

"No need to remind me," Alicent snapped, pushing the door shut and leaving.

Once outside, Alicent regained her composure, adjusting her makeup as she walked towards Rhaenyra's quarters. She understood Jeyne's hint. Who in the entire kingdom could sway Viserys’ decisions? There was only one answer: Rhaegar. And who could influence Rhaegar? Rhaenyra.

Alicent had known her course of action even before she entered Jeyne's room. Larys Strong had provided her with the perfect plan. First, approach Jeyne for help. Regardless of the outcome, the attempt would underscore Helaena’s importance. Though she had threatened Jeyne, it was a necessary tactic to secure her warning.

Now, it was time to find Rhaenyra and plead her case. With this in mind, Alicent approached Rhaenyra's door and knocked.

Knock, knock, knock...

"Rhaenyra, I need to speak with you," Alicent called out, her voice filled with sadness, her expression transformed to one of desperation.

...

Tyrosh, In a luxurious garden.

A group of middle-aged men, each dressed in elaborate clothes and sporting different hair colors, gathered here.

A dark-skinned, red-haired old man in a brocade robe sat in a pavilion, holding a young girl in his arms.

"Our main force will use ships to plunder the supply lines, and depending on the situation, decide whether to invade Driftmark. First, we must cut off the enemy's supplies."

Upon hearing this, the Myrish youth and Drazenko Rogare pondered for a moment. Finally, the Rogare nodded in agreement.

...

Time flew by, and two days had passed.

In the Narrow Sea, near a island, a dozen large cargo ships sailed steadily towards the Stone Islands. The fleet advanced slowly, eventually reaching the area of the Cape of Wrath.

"Attack!"

Warships bearing the symbols of the Triarchy approached from the distance. The lookout on one of the cargo ships spotted the incoming vessels and shouted, "Enemy! Turn around!"

The helmsman panicked and tried to steer the ship to safety, but it was too late. The warships, with their superior speed, quickly closed in and surrounded the cargo ships.

The watchman counted the number of enemy ships—there were more than sixty.

"Lower the ramming horns and charge!" the Triarchy commander ordered.

The warships surged forward, their thick ramming horns crashing into the cargo ships. Both fleets came to a halt as the warships rammed into their targets.

"Board and fight!" the commander yelled, drawing his scimitar. He led the Triarchy pirates as they boarded the cargo ships, using the ramming horns and chains to climb aboard.

Soon, the pirates had surrounded the dozen cargo ships, boarding them one after another and starting to slaughter and loot.

A strange scene unfolded. Before the pirates could board, the helmsmen and sailors on the cargo ships jumped into the sea, abandoning their vessels in a desperate bid to escape.

The pirates, undeterred, stormed the cargo holds to search for loot. To their shock, they found it empty. This was true for almost all the cargo ships.

Only one ship had a group of soldiers waiting inside. Cole led the charge, wielding a morningstar, and shouted, "Kill all the pirates of the Triarchy!"

Behind him, fewer than a hundred soldiers fought fiercely against the pirates, showing no fear.

Realizing something was amiss, the Triarchy commander shouted, "Retreat! This is a trap! Hurry back to support Bloodstone Island!"

His heart pounded as he looked at the empty cargo ships. The enemy had no substantial supplies. The scouts' reports had been false.

But his retreat orders were drowned out by a thunderous roar.

"Roar !!!"

A dragon's roar echoed across the sea, striking fear into the hearts of the pirates. Four dragons appeared in the sky: the charcoal-black Cannibal, the blood-red Meleys, the golden Sunfyre, and the light silver-gray Seasmoke.

Rhaegar, riding the Cannibal, looked down at the Triarchy fleet and commanded, "Dracarys!"

With a deafening roar, Cannibal was the first to unleash a torrent of ghostly green dragonfire upon the fleet. Rhaenys, Aegon, and Laenor followed, their dragons spewing flames in various hues.

In an instant, the four dragons circled over the Triarchy fleet, engulfing it in a blaze of colorful, destructive fire.