The rise of the dragon prince - The battle of Tarth (Patreon)

Mallar of Lys, close to Tarth

"Something is wrong," said the captain as he looked with the Far Eye at the island

Donis, a mercenary in the service of Prince Drahar snorted and replied

“What do you mean? There is hardly any resistance" he said stupidly

Mallar watched as the captain looked at the mercenary as if he were the greatest of the stupid and replied

"Tarth is an important port, which was empty, there were no merchantmen, no fishermen, the only thing we have found are soldiers and knights" and Mallar agreed with him

This attack was quite strange, something was wrong and anyone with a bit of a brain knew it

Things on the Stepstones had been... complicated, since the appearance of the cursed Aerion Targaryen

A lost prince, returning to his kingdom, with a fucking fleet, an army and dragons at his disposal

However, it wasn't military power that made the dragon prince dangerous

But his terrifying mind

Mallar was an unrecognized son of a magister of Lys with one of his concubines, he grew up with certain comforts and some education, for a long time, Mallar was his father's only descendant, so for years, he was pretty sure that he would inherit everything

However, one day without warning, his father arrived, having married a young maiden, gave him a bag of silver coins and sent him to the street

With his knowledge, he was able to hold himself moderately well in Lys, working on the docks and trades, yet he desired more, he had tasted the honeys of wealth and power

And he wanted it madly

Through a contact, Mallar began working with Prince Craghas, becoming the second-in-command of one of the most important ships in the Stepstone "fleet"

And for a long time, everything was going well, gold flowed and the looting of the Westerosi ships was continuous

But then... He appeared

The dragon prince, with more balls than his father, apparently

From one moment to the next, the Westerosi ships, without exception, stopped crossing the islands, and the gold to which they had become so accustomed, stopped flowing

Worse still, the gold stopped flowing for the magistrates of the three daughters, the dragon prince, in a master move, had ordered all the Lords of Westeros, to cease trade with the three daughters, focusing efforts on their own coasts, as well as on Pentos and Braavos, with whom the Targaryen house maintained a close relationship

At first, everyone laughed, however, as the weeks passed, Pentos and Braavos began to gain strength, the Velaryon ships moving colossal amounts of gold away from the Stepstones, under the watchful and attentive eye of the prince

And Prince Craghas wasn't stupid enough to raid ships so close to Dragonstone

However, the lack of trade began to affect really important people, the great merchants and rulers of the three daughters noticed the considerable reduction of gold and the lack of tribute of the fleet in the Stepstones, so they demanded the fee they deserved

However, there was no gold for the fee, because there was no gold, as simple as that

But that mattered little to them

With a single order, the damn Aerion Targaryen had them against a rock and a hard place, after all, if they didn't pay, the mercenary support would be withdrawn

Leaving them like lambs before the jaws of the dragon

So, in a desperate act to get gold, they did what you should never do being a pirate

A land attack

It was to face Lord Tarth or the magistrates of the free cities, so the choice was more than simple

A seemingly simple choice

Until now...

The attack had not gone as well as expected

In fact, it had been a complete disaster, they had not been able to take slaves, women and children had been evacuated, the only thing that received them were knights in heavy armor, archers with exceptional marksmanship

And riders, damn riders

"We must go captain, something is not right," Mallar said for the fifth time, risking being reprimanded

However, he would rather have to clean the buckets of shit than die, because his instinct told him the same thing

There was danger nearby

They were a couple of hours into the assault, and the knights were defending with fierce determination, and although they had managed to advance and take half the city, the Westerosi had made them pay the price in blood

"Silence Mallar, we invested everything we had in this attack, if we return empty-handed Craghas will use us to feed the crabs" said the captain, shuddering at the thought of the prince's sick hobby

Mallar was about to respond and give his reasons why he believed they were in danger, however, he did not have the opportunity to speak

When a terrifying roar, coming from the heavens, was present on the battlefield

And Mallar's insides trembled with fear

A dragon...

The captain, terrified, looked up at the sky, while muttering quickly

"NO, it's impossible, we still have time, reinforcements weren't supposed to arrive until tomorrow, a crow doesn't fly that fast to Dragonstone," shouted the captain, completely terrified

Unless...

"They were waiting for us," Malloy whispered in terror, looking up at the sky, where an elegant, elongated, serpentine silhouette was making its way through the clouds

Having a revelation, Mallar looked at the captain and shouted

“They were waiting for us!! It's a trap, the dragon prince set a trap for us”

The captain was about to respond, however, the roars of triumph of the defenders were present, at the same time that the knights threw themselves with a new frenzy towards the pirates, who, completely bewildered, broke formation

The last thing you should do if you're facing riders, something Mallar had learned at his father's house

The captain began to give orders

"Turn around, we're leaving, right now," the desperation more than evident in his voice

However, fate was cruel, and had other plans

The serpentine figure plummeted at a simply absurd speed, scorpions were useless against free-falling dragons, and the captain knew it, so, looking at everyone on deck, he shouted

“DOWN!” while throwing himself to the ground

And the imposing beast released its warm breath

And all hell broke loose on the shores of Tarth

White flames bathed the waters, destroying five of their ships in the first attack, then the mighty beast began to ascend, getting lost in the clouds

The captain, standing up, began to give orders, there was no time to think about the fallen, at least for the moment

"GET THE SCORPIONS READY, AND KNOCK DOWN THAT BEAST!" roared the man, while all the ships obeyed, preparing the imposing weapons, courtesy of Myr, that were capable of damaging the Targaryen beasts

The fighting was fierce in the city, the knights were tearing their men to pieces and it was obvious that they had to retreat

However, with that dragon in the sky, they wouldn't go anywhere

Mallar watched as all the scorpions were fixed in the sky, waiting for the prince's attack

But, it wasn't a dragon that responded

Suddenly, buzzing sounds began to be heard, as if it were a rain of arrows, but... larger in size, similar to spears being thrown

“WATCH OUT!” several archers roared as they saw how, from the heavens, not a dragon, but a cursed swarm of flying horsemen fall over them, who hurled flaming spears towards the ships

Or being more specific, towards the scorpions, who, totally defenseless, began to fall one by one, being consumed by the fucking flames that did not give in, even throwing water at them

Eagle-like screeches began to be heard all over the battlefield, at the same time that winged demons began to wreak havoc on the ships, some threw strange objects that exploded and burned ships quickly, others used their spears and cut the sails, leaving the ships defenseless 

However, Mallar noticed something strange, his ship, that of the captain of the attack, was intact, being completely ignored by the demons

What it meant....

The terrifying shrieks grew louder as one of those demons landed on the ship's mast, staring at them as the rider dismounted and leaped onto the ship's deck

And Mallar, totally stupefied, saw that the cause of so much massacre

It was a woman...

Elegant, beautiful and lethal, dressed in an armor that would be the envy of all the magistrates, black and red cape, a lieutenant, considering how ostentatious she looked

He carried a black spear, the glow of which lit up the deck of the ship, a crimson red that promised pain and suffering

And while Mallar was smart enough to recognize someone dangerous when he saw him

The rest of the pirates weren't so smart

They saw a woman, completely forgetting about the powerful beast she was riding and simply rushed towards her, eager to kill her, take the armor, the spear and the woman in question

However...

The spear shone, at the same time that powerful flames manifested on the edge of it and, with terrifying dexterity, the woman began a lethal dance, killing with total ease and indifference all the mercenaries, to the terror of Mallar and the captain

“WITCH!!” One of the mercenaries shouted, before being cut in half, courtesy of the formidable spear, which pierced him like butter

The deadly dance continued for minutes, where the warrior ended the lives of all the mercenaries on board, leaving Mallar and the captain completely alone

When she finished, the witch walked towards them calmly and elegantly, as if she had not murdered thirty men, much bigger and stronger than her, as if they were lambs

"On behalf of Prince Aerion of the royal Targaryen house, you are under arrest," said the beautiful woman

The captain, apparently indignant that a woman would speak to him in such a way, drew the dagger from his waist quickly, ready to fight

But the warrior maiden was faster

The spear lit up a crimson color and with a sharp movement, it cut the captain's hand with a single slash, sending him to the ground agonizing in pain

Mallar expected to see a river of blood, however, the cut was completely charred, as if spear had burned the skin while making the cut

"I don't have time for this," said the warrior, who raised her spear and hit the captain in the face, knocking him unconscious, before looking at Mallar and preparing to do the same to him

"Don't wait, I..." however, the woman ignored his words, sending him to sleep with a sharp blow to the face

Mallar had no idea that, when he woke up, he wished he had perished with the rest of the mercenaries in the attack

 Aerion Targaryen, after the battle

“Casualty report?” asked the prince, still in his armor, looking out over the bay, where the remnants of the pirate fleet were slowly burning, at the same time that the inhabitants of the island began to repair the ravages of the attack

"Material damage my prince, thanks to your warning we evacuated the women and children to the castle, while my soldiers fortified the city, we will recover in a short time," said the old Lord gratefully

Aerion nodded elegantly, while watching as Marla and the girls escorted the prisoners, while Lord Tarth's knights watched them with obvious respect

If there was one thing the Stormlands respected, it was strength

And his Valkyries had that in abundance

"As soon as I return to Dragonstone, I will send ships with materials and supplies for reconstruction, including engineers to improve your harbor, we need it to be larger for the imminent attack on the Stepstones," Aerion said firmly, causing Lord Tarth to nod determinedly

"Those dirty Essosi dogs dared to attack my people, the swords of Tarth are yours, my prince, we are at your beck and call."

Aerion nodded assuredly, and replied

"By now, the whole kingdom knows that we are at war, my father will call the Lords to Dragonstone, to prepare the attack," said Aerion, while focusing his gaze on the old Lord

Who, without hesitation, knelt before his prince,

"My advanced age would make me a hindrance on the battlefield, but my son will represent Tarth and we will be the first to bathe the Essosi blood Stepstones, we will wait for your orders, Prince Aerion."

The prince nodded and dismissed the Lord, who under the wall, at the same time as Marla ascended to give her report

"My prince, the prisoners are numbered, including the captain and his second-in-command," Marla said pleased, knowing perfectly well that, with such an important prisoner, the conquest was practically a success

“Excellent work, my dear, was there anything interesting about the boats?” Aerion asked, while moving his hand slowly, repairing some buildings with a silent reluctance

Marla shrugged her shoulders and replied

"Gold, some letters and slaves, in fact, you have to see something Aerion," said Marla, while pointing to one of her girls, giving her a clear indication

Curiously, Aerion watched as a beautiful maiden with dark-as-night skin and curly hair, dressed in a humble little dress, timidly climbed up to the wall

As soon as the woman looked at the prince, her blue eyes widened in surprise, and she lowered her gaze in total submission, at the same time kneeling with her forehead at the prince's feet

Curious, Aerion looked at Marla, who replied

"Her name is Elysia, kidnapped from the Summer Isles, kept as a slave by the captain, as a translator," said Marla

Now with interest, Aerion looked at the islander and ordered

“Stand up” speaking in high Valyrian

Quickly, the woman obeyed, looking at Aerion uncertainly

“Can you read and write?” he asks, now in Westerosi

The woman, still without speaking, nodded

“How many Essosi languages do you master?” asked the prince

And the woman replied

“All of them, my prince”

Surprised at the magnificent find, Aerion looked at her more closely, she was beautiful but afraid of him, so after a second, he spoke

"I have hundreds of letters in various languages that I need to translate, you will help me, you will be in my service throughout the campaign, and when I exterminate Craghas and his dogs, I will take you personally to your island, do you think that is a fair deal?" offered the prince, who did not want to miss an opportunity of such magnitude

The woman overwhelmed by the kindness and offer the prince, simply knelt down and began to babble

"Thank you my prince, thank you" hugging his legs, while crying uncontrollably, apparently, it was the first sign of humanity he had seen in a long time

"Don't worry," ordered the prince firmly, but in a soft tone, while placing his hand on the woman's head

Then, he looked at Marla, who looked at the woman with obvious helplessness, remembering her past, most likely

"Elysia now serves the Targaryen house, arrange for her to be fed properly, to take a bath and prepare suitable clothes for her, to put her directly in my service, I will begin to read the letters after dinner," said the prince

Marla nodded and taking Elysia delicately, they withdrew from the wall, leaving a thoughtful prince after all

The war had just begun

Allicent Hightower, Near Dragonstone

 “Is... just beautiful," said the beautiful young woman, looking overwhelmed at the Targaryen fortress

"The prince's influence is more than evident, a full-fledged commercial port, with a powerful fleet, the projection of the crown will be important," said his father, while looking towards the imposing castle, while several dragons danced in the air with total tranquility

Although Allicent was not entirely interested in the castle or the new city, her only desire was to see the prince again

She had a lot to tell him, as well as to thank him for his letters

Yes, Prince Aerion had sent letters to her, to the humble Allicent

An act of which she was quite proud, she kept them all, inhaling the delicious and masculine essence that the prince used for his letters

An act that Allicent responded in the same way, perfumed her letters, impregnating them with her essence, so that her prince would think of her

The young Lady's dreams were always the same, she lying on a bed, while the prince appeared and took her

Over and over and over again, fucking Allicent's body and using it for his pleasure

Therefore, when her father informed her that they would be traveling to Dragonstone, Allicent chose the best dresses, those that highlighted her beautiful butt and waist, attributes she knew Prince Aerion adored about her

He had told her himself, after all

"Do you understand your orders, my daughter?" asked her father

Allicent nodded determinedly

Her father had ordered her to approach the prince, an act she would do with great pleasure

But her father wished to look after the Hightower family's interests, and while Allicent had no problem with that, her priority would always be her prince

Moreover, after reading that letter from Rhaenyra, that letter with which Allicent had succumbed to her carnal instincts and given herself pleasure again and again

Rhaenyra's letter, where she offered Allicent a golden opportunity

Belonging to the House of the Dragon and Most Importantly

Belonging to Aerion, her beloved prince

Allicent was lost in her fantasies, Allicent dressed in red and black, a silver crown on her head and an elegant chair at the foot of King Aerion Targaryen's throne, fulfilling her obligations to the kingdom by day and her obligations to her beloved king by night

At the thought of it, the virgin cunt of Allicent would get completely wet

But she had a lot to do, she would talk to Rhaenyra and they would plan the best way to make it possible, how to offer herself to the dragon prince

Suddenly, a shock roused her from her mischievous thoughts, at the same time that the prince's dragon flew smoothly over the island, landing on the castle

Allicent smiled excitedly, the prince was back

There was a lot to do