Fall of Kings Landing I

-King's Landing, two days later-

Tyrion arrived at the Tower of Hand, finding the Small Council gathered in part. Maester Pycelle was there, as was Varys, but Cercei wasn't present, nor was Joffrey. Tywin sat in his usual seat, looking worn. Each passing day, hammered down on the ancient lion, and the signs were starting to show.

Tyrion took his seat and no sooner had he, when Tywin nodded at Varys who began to speak.

"The Dragon-Wolf is on the move. My little birds can confirm his army is now marched east, heading across the Gold Road. They'll be here in a month or so. The Knights of Vale are riding to Harrenhal, it seems Littlefinger has turned on us. Randall Tarly's forces have surrounded and laid siege to Storm's End, and we can confirm without a shadow of a doubt that the Tyrell's have turned traitor and sided with King Aegon." Varys laid everything out, information that was suspected had now been confirmed.

Most of that was already known, even if there was no proof. The disappearance of the Tyrells spoke volumes, they didn't need Varys to tell them what that meant.

"Well… shit. So… we're more fucked than we were yesterday. Anything else?" Tyrion asked with a mirthless chuckle.

"Yes, my little birds had informed me that Aegon Targaryen appears to intend to marry his cousin Sansa, and has formed a marriage alliance with the Tyrells as well. Those two coupled with his sorceress, raises the number of brides to three." Varys offered as additional news.

"None of that is overly surprising." Tywin noted, a deep sigh escaping his lips.

"If the Tyrells have sided with Aegon, that means Aegon will exploit the Redwyne fleet. They could be here any day." Tyrion stated, glancing at his father.

"Yes, indeed." Tywin agreed, as his gaze lifted up to the ceiling.

"Father, surely you must have some sort of plan. We can't just sit here and do nothing while the Targaryens march on us. We heard about what happened to the Lannisters he captured in the taking of Casterly Rock, he'll do the same and worse to us. We need to come up with a plan." Tyrion pressed his father.

"And I have one." Tywin responded, still staring off.

Everyone shared glances with one another before focusing their attention on Tywin. After several long moments the Hand of the King lowered his gaze and met the eyes of each person individually.

"What I say now will not be repeated. Tonight, under cover of darkness, every ship we have will sail out of port. On board, will be Tommen, he will be smuggled across the sea to safety." Tywin began to explain his plan.

"You're sending him to Essos? Why Tommen, why not the Joffrey and Tommen?" Tyrion asked the question most of them were wondering.

"You know why. Joffrey cannot be controlled. He'll endanger any plans made to keep him alive. The boy is a fool, and rotten to the core. He is a coward, and he is without an ounce of humility. Tommen is still young, he has not showed any signs of the lunacy his brother displays, and he can be taught how to be strong." Tywin answered.

"You're talking about abandoning the King." Tyrion stated.

"I'm not. Tommen will be King, in the not to distant future. And it's up to you all to ensure that he survives." Tywin declared.

"What is it you intend, my lord Hand?" Varys asked.

"You all will travel with Tommen, as well as a retinue of our most loyal soldiers. Cercei will accompany you, as will my sister Genna. Few others will be sent on this voyage, where you're going, you'll need soldiers, not servants. These ships will be weighted with everything of value we can fill them with, along with food and other necessities. You will sail for Essos, and find a safe place to settle yourselves and rebuild our strength." Tywin laid it all out, earning incredulous looks from many of his subordinates, as well as his children.

"Essos, are you being serious right now? Your plan is for us to simply run away and hide" Tyrion questioned

"Yes. There is no other option. I will not allow our family to be slaughtered by the Dragonwolf. You'll head for Essos and remain in hiding. Do what you can to survive." Tywin replied with a hard look.

"You're staying behind?" Tyrion realized, having noted the strange way Tywin had referred to most of these plans.

"Yes. I will remain behind and try to inflict as much damage on the Dragon-Wolf as I possibly can. Considering the size of his force, I have no delusions about how this battle will end. But I will make him hurt for it. Joffrey will remain here with me. He will serve as a symbol for our forces to rally behind, until the bitter end. Come nightfall, you will all depart this city. Varys I expect your knowledge of Essos will ensure that these plans can achieve fruition?" Tywin said to them all, causing Tyrion and Varys to share a look with one another.

"Of course, my lord hand. I will do everything in my power to ensure that we make it safely across the Narrow Sea." Varys replied with a bow.

"Wait, even if this all works out, you know Cercei will never leave without Joffrey, and Jaime wont abandon his duty." Tyrion began.

"We'll tell them he's on another ship. They wont know the truth until it's far too late. Tell them you thought he'd be there, tell them I held him back to discuss something. Tell them I'm responsible, I don't really care." Tywin responded.

Tyrion stared at his father in disbelief for several long moments.

"Make your preparations and say nothing of this to anyone. Everything is already in place. Those ships set sail at midnight. Do not be late, or you'll be left here when Aegon arrives." Tywin commanded darkly, dismissing them with a gesture.

The one who remained behind the longest was Tyrion, who stared long and hard at his father for quite a while.

"Our family must survive. This is the only way. Our name will be dragged through the mud, but if even one of us survives, than one day our house may rise from the ashes, and we will repay the Dragonwolf for all that he's done to us." Tywin declared with fire his eyes. All Tyrion could do was offer a slow nod and pull himself to his feet. As he made his way out of the room, it began to dawn on him that he was unlikely to ever see his father again.

That thought carried with him for hours.

That night, Tyrion met with Varys, Shae, and Bronn, whom Tyrion had told about the ships and offered a way out of the city. The four made their way to the ships, several having already set sail. They were there when Tommen was escorted onto the ship, dressed in his sleepwear, and holding his cat, the boy looked tired, meek, and confused.

Cercei and Jaime were soon led onboard, and not long afterwards, the ship began to depart. It didn't take overly long for Cercei to question where Joffrey was.

Tyrion said nothing as the soldiers lied and said that he and Lord Tywin had already been evacuated, and were on one of the ships that was already sailing across the Blackwater.

Cercei threw a minor fit, but settled down and spent her time with Tommen.

Most people who weren't soldiers had no idea what was going on. They just did as commanded, only a few of Tywin's most trusted, knew what was happening, what they were doing.

Tyrion offered King's Landing a long look as they sailed away from it. He knew now, without a doubt, that he'd never see his father again, nor would he see Joffrey. He didn't quite know how to feel about either of those realizations. So he just sat in quiet contemplation alongside Bronn and Shae.

-Four weeks later-

Tywin stared our over the battlements of King's Landing. Before him sat a massive host, nearly one-hundred thousand strong. Tyrells, Vale Knights, monsters from the North, all marshaled around the city. Within hours, an even greater host, nearly the size of the one already present would join them, doubling the force.

For days now, the vanguard host had busied itself with building siege engines, most notably siege towers, which was a curious sight, given that the city was now surrounded with a water filled mote

It would be quite possibly the largest army ever assembled. At the very least, one of the greatest of the era.

Within King's Landing were some forty-five thousand soldiers. Though well over half of that number were conscripted peasants who barely knew how to hold a spear, let alone fight. Most of those forces were guarding the outer wall, with most of the actual soldiers gathered in the Red Keep, which was where Tywin intended to hold his ground the longest.

Already, many of his men, especially the conscripts had tried to abandon their posts. The sight of the towering giants in Aegon's army, along with their sheer numbers, drove many to despair. The constant roaring and shouting that had become a common place over the last several days, was a drain on morale.

Any man who attempted to flee was simply killed. Tywin intended to make Aegon Targaryen bleed for every inch, and that was what was going to happen.

Despite the impressive numbers that the city fielded, it had very few archers by comparison. And even fewer well trained ones.

So the best chance he had to inflict maximum casualties was to funnel the enemy into choke points and hold them at spear point, using shield walls to form barricades. He had to use every idea in his arsenal, in order to inflict the greatest possible damage. If he could kill Aegon's dragon, that would be the greatest achievement.

Slowly, Tywin and his guard turned away from the massive army, and began the march back towards the Red Keep. It would be some time before the attack began, until than, there was more that could be done. Always more.

Within the Red Keep, Joffrey was kept, basically as a prisoner. Tywin had no intentions of a repeat of the Battle of Blackwater Bay. He wouldn't have Joffrey flee from the battlefield and further demoralize their army. Better to not have him involved at all.

On the horizon, the rest of Aegon's force slowly began to crest it. The skies above the army, filled with pitch black clouds, that were accompanied by the distant boom of thunder. Within hours the two forces would be joined, and not long afterwards, the greatest battle of the century, would soon begin.

-Several Hours Later-

"Wow… there is so many of them." Sansa noted, as she stared out over the massive gathering of soldiers, as the two forces began blending together.

"Yes indeed. Quite the magnificent showing." Lilith agreed as she watched their army slowly fall into position, surrounding the city from nearly every side. Out in the bay, the Redwyne fleet had arrived to blockade the city.

"Shall we begin?" Aegon inquired.

"Yes, let us see your ancestral throne returned, and your house restored." Lilith responded, giving him a smirk, which he returned.

Once the armies were in position, Aegon and Lilith would set about setting up the same type of massive trebuchets they'd used against Lannisport.

With a moat having been dug around the entire city, it would be extremely difficult to breach the walls without incurring thousands of casualties. Despite the size of their force, neither dark lord intended to lose half their army taking this city. They needed to ensure they had the forces to capture the capitol while also having the force necessary to attack the Red Keep.

Within hours, siege engines were up, the towering trebuchets quickly began sending massive flaming stones over the walls and into the city. These trebuchets sat far outside of the range of the defenders, and thus, those on the walls could do very little but watch as the city was slowly set ablaze.

For a full day, the city was bombarded, as was the outer walls. The mighty trebuchets managed to bring down the walls in several place, as the bombardment continued.

As the day progressed, siege towers were moved into position in preparation for an advance on the walls, no one yet knew what Aegon and Lilith had planned, but some among their ranks had a sneaking suspicion of how the two intended to circumvent the issue of the water filled moat.

Come sunset of the following day, Aegon and Lilith gathered with all of their generals.

"Within the next few hours, we will begin our attack on the walls of King's Landing. I'm sure some of you are curious about how we intend to circumvent the moat surrounding the city. We freeze it." Aegon began, addressing his various generals.

"The Akul Demonuk?" Robb made note, earning a nod from Aegon.

"What's an Akul Demonuk?" Mace Tyrell asked.

"It means Ice Demon. They give of a frigid chill. We used them at the twins to freeze the waters and attack the castle from the Water Tower." Robb replied, having suspected that this was what Aegon and Lilith intended. It worked fine before, no reason it couldn't work again.

"We had twelve then, Gothmog brought forty more down from the Far North. They'll freeze the moat, allowing our siege towers a straight shot at the wall. They can't be harmed by arrow fire so there's little that the defenders can do to hurt them. Gothmog will lead the attack on the western walls, and provide the opening for the rest of us. He'll focus on taking the walls, and clearing them of the remaining defenders. From there, we open the gates and launch attacks throughout the city. The Nazgûl and their Fellbeast will clear the walls where they can. Here's how this is going to go. We know Tywin is likely to have his best forces held in the Red Keep, which will be heavily guarded by Scorpions and Ballistae in order to shoot down the dragons and fellbeast. So we're going to have to focus our efforts on taking the castle by foot. The Gate of the Gods, the Lion Gate, and the King's Gate, and the walls between them, are where we'll focus our attack. Lilith and the dragons will attack the southern, northern, and eastern walls, clearing them of any enemies using dragon fire, and creating a partial ring of flame around the outer most edges of the city. We attack from the west, free of dragon fire, and push east, making our way to the King's Square and than up the Dragon's Way towards the Red Keep. Part of our forces will break off once they meet up in the middle and proceed further east, catching what forces are there and pinning them between themselves, and a wall of dragon fire. Once we make it to the Red Keep, Gothmog, or one of the Graug will break down it's gates, allowing us inside. Tywin and his forces will fight viciously for every inch of the castle, and so must we. Today, we see an end to this." Aegon laid out the entirety of the plan to them all, ensuring everyone knew everything.

"I'll lead the attack on the Gate of the Gods. Lord Robb will lead the attack on the Lion Gate, and Lord Mace will lead the attack on the King's Gate. I'll command the largest force, leading them down the main thoroughfare The God's Way, and the Dragon's Way. Our force will most likely face the largest gatherings of enemies, but have the easiest path. Lord Mace will lead the next largest force, and take them east towards the Fishmonger's Square. From there he'll split his forces bit by bit, taking each of the main road ways leading towards the King's Square and the Dragon's Way. Robb will have the smallest force. No large roads off the Lion Gate, just a lot of small streets, and back alleys. It's much tighter, more cramped, you need to be more flexible and maneuverable. Can't afford to cram to many people in there, lest you bottleneck." Aegon continued, addressing the two lords directly, so that they knew what part they'd play, both men nodding in understanding as they eyed maps of the city.

"Lord Mace, ensure your men are ready to deal with fire. That southern wall will be set ablaze as your forces march beside it. Maintain your focus and move quickly. No telling if the fires will start to spread or not." Aegon offered a warning to the Lord of Highgarden and his sons.

"We shall be ready, your grace! For whatever we may encounter." Mace responded proudly, Aegon nodding and turning his gaze back towards the map.

"Once our forces take the western half of the city, we'll need to deal with those enemies still on the eastern side. They should be few in number, but I want no surprises. Warchief Grimuk will take a force down the Street of Seeds, and secure it. The Blackfish will lead a force down the Street of Sisters and secure the Dragon Pit, we need to ensure that no enemy forces are hiding amongst the ruin, waiting to charge out and assault our flanks. Lord Yohn Royce, you'll take your forces to secure Aegon's Way, leading to the Iron Gate, it'll be the last major roadway in the city left to secure. Once each location is secured, you'll leave forces in place to hold those locations and take the rest of your forces towards the Red Keep." Aegon addressed the three, receiving nods of affirmation from the trio.

"Once we make it to the Red Keep, everything is going to break down. As soon as we're inside, our only goal is end the battle as quickly as possible. You kill any man who so much as hesitates to surrender. Our major targets are the Lannisters. Capture Joffrey, Queen Cercei, and Lord Tywin, above all else. Aside from them, I would like the boy Tommen spared, he's only a child, and he's yet to display any of the monstrous tendencies his elder brother has, so he may serve as a useful tool in securing the Westerlands. Ensure he's brought to me alive, and unspoiled. Beyond that, sack the castle. Cut down anyone who refuses to submit. They are going to fight to the last man, unfortunately, they know there is no escape, so they'll keep fighting until the last man falls. Ready yourselves, our attack begins at nightfall." Aegon finished his orders, earning bows from his generals and lords, who quickly departed to gather their forces and prepare for the attack.

Aegon was left alone in the tent with Lilith and Tauriel.

"The time has come, Westeros stands poised to fall." Lilith hummed, letting out a dark chuckle as she did.

"Yes. Soon, my love. If everything goes as planned, than by this time tomorrow, I will be King of this continent, and you and I, can finally start planning our wedding." Aegon said back to her.

"Oh, how wonderful. I look forward to it. Until then though, let us bring fire and death, you the kingdom of men." Lilith responded, taking great pleasure in the thought of all those who would perish in the next few hours.

From there, both Aegon and Lilith left to set about their final tasks before the battle, with Aegon taking a moment to stop by and speak to Sansa, Arya, and Margaery, all of whom offered his their best wishes for his safe return.

Afterwards, Aegon went to his forces, and prepared for battle to begin.

Come nightfall, it commenced.

The siege towers began the slow traversal towards the western wall, all the while the trebuchets continued to rain fire down on the city.

Ahead of the towers, all fifty-two of the Akul Demonuk that had been brought, marched down to the edge of the moat. The moat itself was twenty feet across and went up to almost the base of the wall. It was around fifteen feet deep, and there was little in the way of a current, so it would be easy to freeze it solid.

The soldiers on the walls, immediately spotted the strange pale orcs, and began attempting to shoot them with arrows. The arrows bounced harmlessly off the orcs as they approached the water's edge and placed their hands into it's depths. The presence of so many of them, caused the air to go cold, the men up on the walls could feel the chill that the creatures gave off, and slowly, panic began to set in as many began to realize that their arrows weren't doing anything.

For many long minutes, the white orcs focused their attention on freezing the waters of the moat, while the siege towers drew ever closer.

The chill that was present in the air, grew more intense with each passing moment, as the orcs froze more and more of the water. Soon the pale orcs were stepping out onto the froze waters, slowly walking across them, freezing them further, and then all the way through.

It took only about a half hour to freeze the entire stretch of water solid, and by the time they were finished, the siege towers were only a few dozen meters away from the edges of moat. The defenders on the walls were quickly beginning to panic. Flaming arrows were launched at the towers, through they had little effect. The number of experienced archers was quite minimal so any attempts at a coordinated volley of flaming arrow fire on one of the towers, ended in failure.

Hundreds of orcs and men were struck down by arrow fire, as they closed in on the walls, but once the siege engines passed over the iced over moat, the battle quickly changed.

A half-dozen siege towers reached the wall at the same time, and from within them spilled out dozens and dozens of orcs, and men.

No sooner did the first tower reach the walls, did a blaring screech rip through the sky, as the Nine descended from the heavens on their Fellbeasts. The screech of the Nazgûl sent many defenders on the walls scrambling for cover or attempting to flee. Across certain stretches of the wall, the Fellbeast raked their talons along them, snatching up a half-dozen men, and knocking a dozen more off the battlements.

A few seconds after the Nazgûl began their attack, the dragons began theirs.

Lilith rode on the back of Midir and guided him down towards their target, across the sky she watched as Smaug and Umbra fell from the heavens directly above the Red Keep. Smaug had the wider firebreath so he targeted the eastern wall, where he could indiscriminately torch it, without fear of collateral damage, while Umbra had the narrowest firebreath, and focused his attack along the southern wall, where the Tyrell-led forces would have to march, so they needed to ensure their path wasn't entirely blocked off by dragon fire. The two dragons began their attack from the Red Keep and worked their way away from it. Allowing them the element of surprise and preventing the defenders in the castle from using their scorpions or ballistae to shoot at the dragons because by the time they realized what was happening, the two dragons were already flying away from them.

Midir and Lilith were left with the northern wall, which was quickly consumed, turning it into a wall of fire.

Back on the western side of the city, the fighting continued.

Gothmog attacked on the northern side, jumping over the walls and attacking the Gate of the Gods, using his brute strength to tear them apart and allow Aegon's army in. On the southern side, the Iron Titan was doing the same to the King's Gate. The towering giant having simply climbed over the walls.

At the Lion Gate, an Uruk beastmaster and his tamed Graug crossed the icy moat and began ripping the external gatehouse apart. Once the gate and portcullis were shredded, a heavily armored Oleg-Hai was sent through the gatehouse to begin battering down the other side with a heavy metal warhammer.

All three gates fell in relative sequence, north first, than south, than the center one four minutes afterwards.

As soon as the Lion Gate was opened, a barrage of warhorns were sounded. All three major forces began their charge towards their intended target.

The battle continued in earnest. Lannister forces waited on the other side of each gate, though they were far from organized by the time the charging armies passed through the gates. Gothmog and the Iron Titan were viciously slaughtering their foes at their individual sector, while the men at the Lion Gate, were more organized but still having a rough time in dealing with the single Oleg-Hai that had broken through their gate, and he was quickly joined by the Graug and his beastmaster as they climbed over the wall. By the time Robb's forces passed through the gate, the Lannisters, and gold cloaks were already beginning to slowly pull back.

Aegon himself fought from horseback for a short time after passing through the gate but soon hopped down and proceeded to continue to lead the charge on foot. As he had during the battle for Casterly Rock, Aegon chose to fight with two swords, finding that he was able to cut down his enemies far quicker going this route. He was far more refined now, than he was than in the use of two blades at once, and actually showed a degree of skill.

He fought alongside Ghost, as well as Euryale, the massive Direwolve skulked by his side, tearing through groups of enemies in a vicious assault, while Euryale quietly trailed alongside her master, the basilisk now ten feet long. She kept back, only attacking actually engaging an enemy who was alone, otherwise, she simply used her killing gaze to drop a number of gold cloaks or Lannister soldiers as they marched through the city.

Aegon led his forces deeper into the city, passing through Cobbler's Square and than further along the God's Way. As they approached the King's Square, a large force of Lannister soldiers and archers could be seen gathering there, though before Aegon could come up with a plan to deal with them, Midir fell out of the sky, landing amongst the hoard of soldiers.

The massive dragon clawed and bit through the ranks of soldiers. His size and strength crushing men or sending them sailing through the air. Men in full plate armor were cut in half by the dragon's claws, as it tore through them.

Aegon and his forces held back for several long moments, watching as Midir shredded the gathered enemy force. Upon the dragon's back, sat Lilith. She watched as her mount scattered the gathered forces, breaking their formations to pieces in mere moments. Once the enemy was routed from the square to rose from the dragon's back and leapt off of it, transforming in the air, and landing in her armored form, standing at roughly ten feet tall. The armored knight offered Aegon a look as Midir let loose a roar and lifted off into the sky.

Once the dragon was airborne again, Aegon and his forces entered the square. He then joined Lilith as they proceeded towards the Dragon's Way, which led to the Red Keep in the distance.

More intense fighting began from there. The more experienced Lannister soldiers were clustered in and around the Red Keep. Large formation had gathered along the Dragon's Way, and Aegon and Lilith were forced to deal with them as they approached the Red Keep.

As Aegon has suspected, despite their fear, and their terror, the Lannister men fought to the bitter end. They knew there was no escape, and they'd probably had it hammered into their heads, that Aegon would kill them all, regardless of if they surrendered or not. So they fought, with reckless abandon, despite the terror they felt, despite the screams of the wraiths and roars of the monsters, they kept fighting because they believed that they were dead anyway.

Thousands died on both sides as they pushed towards the Red Keep. The city was awash in battle, clusters of enemy soldiers held points throughout the city, and were doing everything in their power to be as big a nuisance as they could be.

As they closed in on the Red Keep, they were forced to contend with heavy artillery in the form of scorpions and ballista that fired from well defended locations along the battlements of the castle. They were tucked away into alcoves and had tree branches and other makeshift covering the hide them from the sky.

Any time Lilith spotted one of these positions, she would let loose a bolt of magic that would shoot through the air, and strike these positions, eradicating them a powerful magical blast.

Their forces quickly closed in on the Main Gate leading into the keep, Gothmog, who'd caught up to them at some point during the battle, wasted no time in charging the gate and tearing it to shreds. He didn't stop there though, as soon as he punched through the gate, he was met on the opposite side by a small army of Lannister soldiers. They had formed a shield wall around the inside of the main gate, and were ready to meet whatever charged through. Unfortunately, they were not prepared for the Lord of the Balrogs. Gothmog charged through the ranks of men, many of which turned to ash or burst into flames simply due to his proximity, and he charged straight towards the entrance-way into the castle proper, once there he began to tear that apart too, and he was in the midst of that, when Aegon and Lilith charged through the gatehouse with their forces and began to tear into the army Gothmog had just barreled through.

The fighting within the Red Keep was bitter. Aegon and Lilith's forces quickly punched through the outermost forces, and by the time they had, Gothmog had basically ripped the entrance of the Red Keep apart. Orcs and men stormed into the castle with blind furry. Fighting carried on with brutal intensity. The best of the Lannister's forces held the line here. They blocked off corridors, formed shield walls in narrow passages, and in some locations, their positions were so well defended that hundreds of orcs, goblins and men died, before finally a warchief or a general got someone to call int the wights. It quickly became the go-to for the attackers to unleash the nearly unkillable undead upon the defenders of the castle.

The wights could only be killed with magic, by fire, or with an enchanted weapon of some sort. The Lannister has exactly one such tool, as far as the attackers knew, and that was the other half of Ice, that no doubt was in Tywin's possession.

The deciding battle was held in the throne room, where hundreds of Lannister soldiers were gathered, led by Tywin himself. Aegon and Lilith both led their forces into that throne room, and cut their way through dozens of men, before finally Aegon cornered Tywin Lannister himself.

No words were exchanged between the two, and Tywin probably had no idea who Aegon was off of appearances alone.

He challenged Aegon alongside two King's Guards, two of only four who were in the room as far as Aegon could see.

Unfortunately, no great stories would be told of this battle. The three men charged Aegon, but one of the Kingsguards was immediately caught by Lilith and incinerated in an instant, and Aegon cut the other one down almost as fast. Tywin made to attack Aegon, but again, his resistance was short lived. Aegon was simply too powerful, and his newfound skill with a sword meant that he infinitely surpassed the old lion. Tywin got in two swings of his sword before Aegon disarmed him, and knocked him to the floor with a punch.

Aegon stood over Tywin for a few moments, before glancing around the room at the continuing carnage. Of the remaining two Kingsguard present, one was being eaten by a giant spider, while the other thrown against a pillar by Tormund Giantsbane, who then proceeded to pin the man and start stabbing him wildly in the throat with a knife.

Of all the screams of death and pain throughout the room, one caught his ear. He gazed at it's source and found himself smiling as Ghost dragged King Joffrey through the room by his leg. The massive Direwolf had the boy-king's knee in his mouth and from the amount of blood pouring out, it was obvious that the knee had been shredded.

Ghost dragged the bastard king through the room, no one on their side daring to stop the towering wolf as it pulled him over to Aegon.

"Good boy, Ghost." Aegon said with a smile, as Ghost deposited Joffrey near to his unconscious grandfather. Joffrey himself was howling with pain, his knee and lower leg, a shredded mess.

Aegon stared down at the boy with hatred in his eyes. He felt more than saw Lilith step up beside him, still in her armored form.

Silently, Aegon used a stunner to knock Joffrey unconscious. He then grabbed a few nearby soldiers and ordered them to remove the two, and take them out of the castle to a secure location.

Once Tywin and Joffrey were secured, Aegon and Lilith continued with the storming of the castle.

Fighting continued well throughout the day. The battle through the city had taken hours, with the assault on the Red Keep, taking just as long. From the moment the first siege tower hit the wall, to now, nearly twelve hours had passed.

It was many hours later when the last holdouts within the Red Keep were snuffed out.

Victory was declared in the main hall by Aegon himself.

The roaring cheer of their army was earthshaking. House Lannister had fallen. The bastard king, Joffrey had been dethroned, and the capitol was now theirs.

On this day, the Targaryen Dynasty had been restored. Every man and orc present was now a part of history, and Aegon made sure they knew it.

"The Red Keep is ours. The City is taken. We've won!" Aegon declared to the chamber of soldiers, lords, war-chiefs, and monsters.

Roars of approval deafened the room, as cheers flooded outward throughout the whole castle.

Thousands had died in the taking of the city. Tens of thousands had no doubt perished on the Lannister side alone, add onto that all of the civilians who were killed in attack, those that were killed during the early bombardment, or who got in the way of the invading armies. It would take quite a while to fully determine just how many were lost this day, but it was without a doubt, the bloodiest battle of their campaign.

The time for celebration would come soon enough, for now though, they needed to finish clearing up the handful of stragglers left, and get their forces organized. No doubt soldiers were greedily looting the city and the keep, and it was time to get everyone under control.

Aegon set his officers to task, making sure that they were all ready to put the finishing touches on this siege, and see it officially brought to an end.

Not long afterwards, Aegon was left in the Throne Room of the Red Keep, with Lilith by his side. Robb was there, as was Benjen. All four of them were staring up at the Iron Throne, the thing so much of this blood had been spilled for.

"That is the ugliest chair I've ever seen." Lilith hummed, her statement, earning snorts of laughter from the three men.

"Oh yes. It's fucking ugly. But it's mine now." Aegon responded.

"I think it'll suit you. Maybe polish some of the guts off of it." Benjen offered.

"Yeah, could probably do without that." Aegon agreed.

"My King!" An orc shouted.

Aegon glanced back at the orc as it slowly approached.

"Yes?" Aegon inquired.

"Uh… I have uh, good news, and bad news." The orc began hesitantly. Aegon and Lilith simultaneously raised eyebrows at it's statement.

"Go on…" Aegon commanded, dead faced.

"Well, the good news is, uh, one of the boys found this Valyrian sword here in the throne room. Actually it was laying over there, and we was told to keep an eye out for one, so uh, here you go." The orc offered up the sword, which Aegon took. He recognized it as the blade that Tywin was carrying. The sword having escaped his notice during their brief bout, as he hadn't been paying attention to the sword, but rather it's wielder.

Aegon took a look at the blade, confirming that it was Valyrian Steel. He then handed it to Robb. "I think that belongs to you." He offered, Robb nodding slowly as he eyed the blade.

"What's the bad news?" Lilith inquired.

"Well uh… one of the servants, she spilled her guts when we asked if she knew where the princeling was. Said she heard rumors that he was shipped off. Sailed away with his mum…" The orc replied, drawing the gaze of all four of them.

Aegon let out a sigh and massaged his temple while Lilith let out a chuckle.

"Well, he's known as a clever man for a reason. Clever men don't just barricade their families in a death trap." Benjen noted, earning another sigh from Aegon.

"You're right, of course. We'll just have to find out where they went." Aegon responded.

"Prince Tommen is just a boy. He wont be a major threat for several years at least, and the only place he could go is Essos, they have no friends there." Robb stated.

"Yes… if the lions wish to run, let them. We'll catch them someday. For now, we have a victory to celebrate, and a kingdom to repair. The Iron Islands will still need to be dealt with." Lilith reminded him.

"Of course. We'll let them go, for now. But one day, we will find them, and they'll face retribution for whatever plots they had a hand in. Until that time though…" Aegon responded, before slowly advancing on the Iron Throne. He then climbed it's steps and finally seated himself upon his family's ancestral throne.

"Until that time, we have a kingdom to rebuild." Aegon said from atop the Iron Throne.

Lilith offered him a smirk, while Benjen and Robb smiled. Their war was finally drawing to a close. Westeros was now theirs.