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Maelys was starting to chase Sunfyre in the sky. Just as Intended. In mere moments, Prince Aemond will fly Vhagar in and- "Sir!" Called one of the soldiers, screaming over the chaos of the battlefield. He pointed up.
"A third dragon just entered the battle!"
Looking up, Christon Cole expected to see Vhagar, just according to the plan he and prince Aemond concocted with the king.
They had Aegon on the ropes. It was an incredible tactical failure, sending out Aegon and Sunfyre in a major battle like that would cost them the war. She couldn't fathom what they were thinking.
"Naejot, Maelys!" Her voice carried high as Maelys opened her mouth. Rhaenys could feel the heat. "Dracary-"
Something tackled Maelys out of the air. Another Dragon. Shit.
"Maelys, qrīdrughagon!" she called without thinking. She couldn't actually fight-
She looked at her adversary and the words flew out of her mouth.
She expected Vhagar. Maybe even Tessarion.
Not Dreamfyre.
She managed to catch a glimpse of someone on the dragon's back. Halaena? Is she actually-
Rhaenys shook as Maelys fought back, but it was no use. Dreamfyre was bigger and was holding Maelys's neck with one claw and her wing with the other. She heard Maelys scream as Dreamfyre tore at her shoulder with her fangs.
"Dracarys! Dreamfyre, Dracarys!" She could hear a voice. She knew it was Helaena's only because she could hear it over the wind and distance from the battlefield.
It was a scream made with a hoarse voice. If she could guess, Helaena cried so much that she lost her voice. It sounded almost nothing like her. There was something else in that scream. It sounded somewhat desperate.
And then she felt the heat. Light-blue fire came out of Dreamfyre's mouth right before she released Maelys right towards the ground with lethal speed.
"Bē! Sōvegon!" She screamed her hardest to get over the wind. Fly up.
Moments before they crushed hard into the ground, Maelys opened her wounded wing and managed to glided, staying in the air.
We have to retreat. This isn't a fight we could win. She looked backwards. Sunfyre was trying to fly towards Dreamfyre, which was advancing straight for her at full speed.
And then she saw Vhagar.
But that wasn't the last thing she saw. No, Maelys's wing was wounded, so try as she might, she couldn't outfly Dreamfyre.
She felt the Dragonfire, those pale blue flames covered Maelys's back as she started tumbling out of the sky.
And the Queen who never was was no more.
Aegon could see Vhagar from behind. Sunfyre was racing towards King's Landing at full speed. Aegon had to find Helaena. She disappeared after Maelys fell and King's Landing was the first place he thought to check. Sunfyre didn't even land after the Rook's Rest garrison was decimated, they both just flew straight to King's Landing, and it seemed like Aemond had the same idea.
"Did you tell her to come?!" Aemond finally caught up to him with the question. They were running through the Red Keep towards Maegor's Holdfast. "Are you mad? Why would I do that?"
"She was clearly there on Dreamfyre, and I went on ahead to hide Vhagar, you were the last one who saw her!"
"Look, I told her to do nothing. I didn't think she would be good with doing anything after they killed Jaehaerys, much less with actual fighting." Aegon snapped back at him as they finally arrived at Maegor's Holdfast.
"Your Grace," Said a voice from past the moat. It was a knight of the Kingsguard, although Aegon didn't care much for who it was at that moment.
"Is the queen inside?" Aegon asked before the drawbridge was lowered.
"I was told she was, your grace." The knight said as Aegon started running the moment the Drawbridge was low enough, with Aemond following right after.
She was in there. She wore a tattered dress that might've looked good once. She was sitting in their chamber looking from the window.
"Halaena," Aegon said. "She's there?" Aemond called from behind, taking a moment more to reach the room.
She was crying. Aegon walked towards her until he heard something. So quiet that he didn't pick it up before he got closer.
"-Them all..." he heard her whisper through her crying. No, she lost her voice...
She turned around to look at him.
"Rhaenyra. Daemon. Those bastards... Everyone..." her eyes weren't hollow. They were swollen from crying, and filled with something that Aegon found to be... scary. "Burn them all... I will burn them all..."