Chapter 100

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I decided to take this opportunity while Tywin was occupied with the baratheons to attack the Tyrell, even though I was still waiting for some of my forces I had left behind on the north, Neltharion among them, but my ravens had confirmed Neltharion was close and would join my main attack force before I even reached the Tyrells, as of now I found myself in an unfamiliar place, an endless plain, this after all was the first time I had been in the south.

In the far, far distance, I could make out a large formation of mountains, with their incredibly high peaks hidden in the clouds, so far there are no signs of men beside mine, whether they knew I was coming or not was still left in the unknown. But it matter very little if they knew, with Neltharion making the fire rain on them, their defeat was just a matter of time, unlike the show, they didn't have weapons able to kill a dragon, arrows were meaningless against Neltharion, him alone would decimate great part of their army.

"We are close to the Tyrells, we are but a few days ahead, your grace," Oberyn informed me with a wide smile, ready to fight and avenge his sister, though at this point we were friends, so I assumed he also wanted to fight for my cause, just a bit.

"Thanks," I nodded.

"Is my daughter really hitting on you that hard?" Oberyn inquired with a chuckle.

"Yes she was," I nodded with a soft chuckle, "Reason why she is marching with her sister in another group,"

"I would say I'm sorry," Oberyn laughed, "But I'm really not, this is hilarious,"

"Not as hilarious as your face when my wife hears about it," I smirked at him with a devilish grin.

"That's a low hit, I thought we were friends," Oberyn chuckled.

"We are, that's basically why you still exist," I smirked.

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As we continued marching towards the Tyrells, I felt something coming closer, a shadow flying above me, with a loud growl spitting fire on its wake, it was Neltharion showing off.

*I'm ready to bring the heat!* Neltharion growled, spitting a torrent of fire to the naked sky.

"Are you done?" I chuckled.

*It's all about presentation father,* Neltharion greeted, rubbing his head against my chest with a low purr, as if he was a cat, *I missed you,*

"I miss you too," I smiled, passing my hand through his rough scales.

We still were a few days off before we arrived at highgarden, but now we were ready.

"Lovely… whatever this moment is," Oberyn chuckled.

"A dragon… I thought they were… nothing but legends," Jon muttered in disbelief, as he looked at Neltharion with awe.

*He smells nice,* Neltharion hissed in a low tone as he sniffed Jon, *He smells like mom, but different,*

"Well they are related," I smiled at this, I didn't expect Neltharion to grow curious about Jon so fast, that was an interesting development to say the least, "He would be your cousin,"

*Hmmmm he smells weak… I suppose

I'll protect him,* Neltharion hissed, coming to the conclusion Jon was weak by the family standards he was used to.

"Hahah, I don't think he needs protection, but be my guest," I shrugged.

"Is he… talking with the dragon…" Jon muttered.

"Yes, he is," Oberyn nodded by this point completely desensitized with my shenanigans.

"How…I don't even know why I question things anymore… of course he speaks with Dragons," Ned Stark sighed in a defeated tone.

"That's mostly the gist with Ronard… just stop questioning things and everything will be fine," Oberyn nodded.

*What is wrong with you talking with me?* Neltharion asked with a low hiss tilting his head in confusion, *Is it because only you can understand us?*

"Probably," I shrugged with a chuckle.

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[Tywin Lannister POV]

Ronard was moving toward Highgarden, which means he wants to destabilize our economy, cutting our only food supplier off the map, smart move but a predictable one.

Taking countermeasures against this, I had set a few preemptive moves against this, I would let him march deep into highgarden, and once his army was trapped I would flank them.

We knew the terrarian better than most, certainly better than the northerners, and while I knew this strategy would not win the war, it would weaken him. By a lot.

And that's what we needed to do, weaken the beast little by little, letting him bleed out, his army, his resources, his spirit, eventually he would lose the will to fight, and just then… when his spirit is broken, I would end him. That's how you killed dangerous beasts, and Ronard while it pained me to admit it was a beast, with enough experience he would certainly become unstoppable, but he would never reach that potential, that was a Lannister promise.

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[Ronard Mormont POV - 3 Days Later]

As I continued marching, a Raven flew to my shoulder, whispering with a low caw to my ear that Tywin was planning to flank me with a strong attack once I was within the Tyrell's territory, I was already suspecting something was up, not finding any soldier for this long was already suspicious enough.

Though the old lion was a great strategist, he didn't take into account many things, among them my oldest son, Neltharion. A flanking strategy was good until the flankers were burned to a crisp.

I inwardly chuckled, if the old lion planned to attack or lead the attack, I would destroy the major threat I had, if not. I would at the very least capture his stupid son, aka Jaime, I'm sure having his precious boy would put Tywin on an edge, though I still didn't know who was Tywin sending, so like Christmas all I had to do was wait, and see what I got.

"I wonder, could I consider Tywin head a good present or coal…" I chuckled.

"I have no idea what you are talking about," Oberyn muttered with confusion, "But for me, his head would be the best present,"

"Haha I suppose you are right, trash for some is gold for others," I laughed.

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[Melisandre POV]

My king had entrusted me to find a way to make normal steel effective against the others. And I would deliver… no matter the price, I would give him the results he was looking for, I had to. He was my light, and I would do anything to keep it safe.

"I won't disappoint you, my King," I said with resolve, no matter what, I would find a way in the fire, a way to help his radiance.

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[Nick Fury Ravenicus POV]

The squad had perfected their aim, not missing Euron's head everytime they had to evacuate their vowels, and I couldn't help but feel in this moment of my life proud of them, this is enough to make a grow Raven cry.

Noticing a tear rolling down my peak, from my only eye, "But not this Raven!" Unfortunately for me, I couldn't force the tear back into my eye, good thing nobody saw this.

"Stop shitting on me!" Euron Greyjoy screamed.

"Never!" I cawed back.