Chapter 446: Victory Without Bloodshed

The spring rain continued unabated, but as the night's tumult subsided, dawn was breaking.

Boom!

The gates of King's Landing suddenly swung open. The City Watch, now under strict control, had not caused much chaos in the streets due to the strict curfew. The God's Gate, directly leading to the Red Keep, was now wide open, with soldiers lining both sides of the street.

A massive silhouette swept over the city, the roar of a dragon awakening the grand city from its slumber.

"Roar!"

Rhaegal, the dragon with bronze scales, circled in the sky, spreading his wings and letting out another mournful roar.

"Dragons."

"Gods."

The gold cloaks below looked up at the sky, their legs trembling. The citizens of King's Landing had not slept a wink that night. Instinctively, they knew something significant had happened, or else the gold cloaks wouldn't have been scouring the city all night.

However, when dawn broke, the truth they had been waiting for had not yet arrived. Instead, the roar of a dragon echoed from above. The citizens of King's Landing hid in their homes, trembling. Those with cellars had already crawled into them, believing that Daenerys Targaryen, after besieging King's Landing for several days, was preparing to storm the city.

Unexpectedly, the queen ordered the city gates to be opened to welcome the Targaryen forces.

The elephants of the Golden Company, covered in heavy armor and decorated with gold on their tusks, marched forward with heavy steps. The soldiers of the Golden Company, clad in bright golden armor and holding weapons, followed the elephants into the city through the God's Gate.

The banners of the three-headed dragon and the golden skull fluttered in the wind. The commander of the Golden Company, Harry Strickland, rode a tall horse, also clad in golden armor with a long sword at his waist. He looked around at the grand capital of the Seven Kingdoms, noting the fearful eyes of the citizens. To them, the soldiers of the Golden Company were not returning home; they were naked invaders.

"I never thought King's Landing would look like this," Harry Strickland said, holding the reins in one hand and swaying slightly with the movement of his horse.

The Strickland family, once a house of the Stormlands, had a house motto of 'Far and Soar.' They had indeed soared far away to the continent of Essos, and it wasn't until today that they had the chance to return.

"I also didn't expect King's Landing to smell like this. I could smell this nauseating stench from outside the city," a fat, balding man riding half a step behind Harry complained. His name was Harys Strickland, the paymaster of the Golden Company and Harry's right-hand man. He held his nose, his face showing disgust.

King's Landing was densely populated, and its sewage system was old and inadequate for the population. Compared to other cities, it was a dirty and chaotic place, and the smell of human waste could be detected from a distance. The first impression of anyone who saw the city for the first time was this nauseating smell.

Clearly, Harys Strickland, who boasted of his 'four generations of loyalty to the Golden Company,' was experiencing this smell for the first time, and he was deeply affected.

However, while the soldiers of the Golden Company showed discomfort, the Unsullied following them remained stoic, as if they couldn't smell the stench at all. They also marched into the city in orderly steps.

Seeing the Targaryen army, strong and formidable, marching into King's Landing, the City Watch and the hastily assembled militia, freeriders, and mercenaries all looked at each other. They were forced to 'welcome' the invaders by standing on both sides of the road, then reluctantly lowered their heads and dropped their weapons.

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"Go! Confiscate all the weapons!"

"Take off your armor and put it here!"

"Line up! Stand here!"

Under Harry Strickland's command, the Golden Company quickly took control of the city's defenses. They controlled all the city's guards, including the gold cloaks, confiscated their weapons and armor, and temporarily restricted everyone's freedom.

Harry Strickland's military style was cautious. Even though the city gates were wide open, he didn't let his guard down. He took one step at a time, ensuring the safety of himself and his brothers, preventing any tricks from the Lannister queen and the imp.

After the Targaryen forces entered the city, they set up camp step by step, gradually taking control of the entire city. However, the famous princess, who had struck Dragonstone and besieged King's Landing, had not yet shown herself, which puzzled many intelligence observers.

Then, the Unsullied surrounded the Red Keep, but the gates of the Red Keep remained closed. Queen Cersei, fearing that her children, King Joffrey and Princess Myrcella, would be frightened, hoped to prevent the Unsullied from entering the Red Keep and maintain the peace of the palace for the time being.

However, Cersei's resistance didn't last long. When Rhaegal, the green dragon, landed on top of the Red Keep, causing bricks and tiles to fall and letting out a deafening roar, the gates of the Red Keep were fully opened.

The adorable blonde princess, Myrcella, was scared into tears, and King Joffrey was

also frightened, his face pale as he hid behind his mother. The dragon's tail was hanging outside the throne room.

"Control the gate!"

"Check that room!"

The commander of the Unsullied, Grey Worm, gave orders in Valyrian to his brothers.

The Unsullied were disciplined and didn't loot the wealth of the Red Keep or touch the frightened women inside. They quickly took control of the Red Keep.

Most of the Red Keep's guards willingly dropped their weapons. Those who dared to resist were mercilessly speared by the Unsullied. As for the two remaining Kingsguard of Robert, Boros Blount and Preston Greenfield, they also didn't resist.

They had heard about the events of the previous night. Jaime had disappeared, Arys was surrounded and killed by the gold cloaks, so they were naturally very aware of the situation.

Outside the throne room was a scene of chaos. The beautiful blonde queen, holding her daughter and pulling her son Joffrey, sat on the Iron Throne. She tried to calm herself, but her pale face and trembling hands revealed her nervousness.

Especially when the soldiers of the Golden Company reported to Harry Strickland that they had found a large amount of wildfire scattered throughout King's Landing, her nervousness was almost impossible to hide.