The Situation

(Third Person POV)

[Storm's End]

Lady Selyse prostrated on the ground, "P-Please, Lord Robert!" she cried, "Please show mercy! Stannis is not himself! The Woman! It's the Woman!" 

She was in front of the Storm Lord, who sat on his throne, glaring at Selyse. News had reached Storm's End of the Siege that Summerhall had been placed in. Coincidentally, Lady Selyse and her daughter, Shireen, had arrived prior to Robert receiving the Raven. 

Shireen, who was to the side, held by some maids, cried, "Mother!" She said as tears rolled down her face

"You are his wife, Selyse!" Robert said menacingly, "You should've noticed that something was wrong! You could've reported to me to avoid all of this shite!!!" 

Selyse raised her head, "Please, my Good-Brother, you have to understand, the charms of the Red Cult are strong. Even I was converted but I realized it too soon! What they wanted to do!!" She pleased

"Don't use that shit with me, woman!" Robert growled, "To think that the idiot Stannis would attempt to take my son's Seat while he's away! It's not just an insult to me, it is an insult to Rhaegon, your own Nephew!!!" 

"I would never insult Ser Rhaegon, you know that!" Selyse said, "I....I love him like he's my own son! Lord Robert, you must understand, that we came here to inform you of what Stannis had planned. He wants something inside Summerhall!" 

"Quiet Woman!" Robert said, "That fool of a brother.....He is so careless.....You are right, he is not himself. He wouldn't allow his wife and daughter be taken as hostages so easily. Escort Selyse and Shireen to their chambers and make sure they do not get out." 

"Husband." A voice said 

Robert turned to see Shaena slowly walk towards them, holding her belly, "Shaena!" He exclaimed as he stood up and ran to her, "What are you doing?! You should be in bed!! You're in no condition to walk!" 

"Silence." Shaena glared at him, "You are going to treat my dear Shireen and Selyse as prisoners?!" 

Robert looked at her, "Stannis is her husband, he is Shireen's father, it is his fault that I have to make this choi-" 

"He is your Brother!!" Shaena shouted, "And blood runs thicker than most. I will not have these innocent souls suffer due to his foolishness."

"I'm not throwing them into my dungeons, woman, I'm keeping them confined to their chambers." Robert said

"Enough!" Shaena said as she walked towards Selyse who was still knelt on the ground, "What word is there from Rhaegon?" 

Robert glanced at his maester without saying a word. 

"No word, My Princess." the Maester said, "Last we heard, he departed Castle Black...but the flight to the Stormlands is still quite long...." 

Shaena reached Selyse and reached for her hand, "Come, my sister." She said softly, "You and your daughter will spend the time in my chambers." 

"Shaena!" Robert said

"If they intend to harm me, Robert, I will know it." Shaena said seriously as Selyse took her hand, "I am your Princess, still." 

Robert gritted his teeth, "Fine, do as you wish!" He growled, "I've called my Banners, I will march to Summerhall to break the Siege off." 

"Yes, do that." Shaena said, "I'll be fine here."

"Nobody will dare make a move here." 

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[King's Landing]

"You have to be kidding." Rhaegar said with a scowl, "Summerhall? What the hell does Stannis want with Summerhall?!" 

He was in the Small Council room, sitting down as his Council Members sat there. 

"This is a clear declaration of War, Your Grace." Tywin said, "Our sources claim the Red Cult is connected to the Pretender. He has made his move." 

"Yes, I agree." Varys said, "It is quite interesting to use Stannis Baratheon, however, but I suppose he was the closest to Summerhall." 

"What?" Rhaegar raised his eyebrow

"Your Grace, Summerhall must be the target of the attack." Varys said, "Why else would they lay siege to it other than there is something there that they want?" 

"Summerhall is a symbolic Seat, that is all." Baelish said, "The Rebirth of The Dragons. Perhaps the Pretender wants to make a statement." 

"W-What kind of Statement would he make? That he's of Targaryen blood?" Pycelle asked, "H-He's merely a diluted mutt, that is all." 

"Regardless." Tywin spoke up, "This is not something to take lightly. Stannis and those that converted to that stupid religion must be dealt with." 

"Robert is going to march there, I'm sure of it." Rhaegar said, "If anything he'll beat Stannis down himself but he won't kill him, no. Send a message to Robert, tell him I want Stannis alive. We'll get information out of him, one way or the other." 

"Might I suggest the Red Woman of his?" Baelish said with a sly smile, "The Red Priestess might be the source of this betrayal, wouldn't you agree, Lord Varys?" 

Varys nodded, "Yes, ever since the Red Woman arrived to Stannis's doorstep, he was acting ever so strange." He said

Rhaegar nodded, "What of Rhaegon?" He asked, "Where is he?" 

"L-L-Last I checked, he was in The North." Pycelle said, "Who knows if he'll get there in time." 

"He will." Rhaegar said, "I have a feeling he would." 

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[The Skies Above Summerhall]

Morghul glided through the clouds of the night sky, letting out a deep growling as Rhaegon squinted his eyes and saw Summerhall in the distance, surrounded by what he could only make out as flames. 

"What the hell?" Rhaegon said, "What the fuck is that?" 

Behind him, holding onto him, Obara squinted as well, "Are those men?" She asked, "Is the Castle under siege?" 

"I think it is!" Tyene exclaimed

Rhaegon narrowed his eyes, "You gotta be kidding me!!" 

He steered Morghul to dive down, and the dragon swiftly did so. As they shot straight down, the Sand Snakes clutched onto the extended saddle holding tight. 

Morghul let out a roar as he rapidly approached the fields surrounding Summerhall, filled with nothing but fighting and men clashing. 

As the Dragon roared, the men on the ground that were fighting began to scatter, shouting in panic as the Dragon glided right above them. 

Rhaegon caught a glimpse of a banner, a Burning Stag. 

He scowled, "S-Stannis?!" 

He heard the shouting of men as he watched his men on the makeshift ramparts getting littered by arrows. 

"They're killing our men!" Nymeria shouted

"Fuck this shit!" Rhaegon said, "Hold on! Undo your straps, you're getting off quick! Get inside and make sure the Castellan and servants are safe!" 

As they did what they were told, Morghul landed on the ground, right in front of the massive pond outside the Castle, sliding hard as his massive legs crashed against several of Stannis's men. 

There were panicked shouts, the appearance of a Dragon scattering everyone, foe and friend alike. They knew that this wasn't good for them. 

"Down!" Rhaegon told the Snakes

They immediately dismounted Morghul, who lowered himself and roared loudly. The Sand Snakes then ran towards the stone path that led to the entrance, dozens of the guards shooting arrows at the assaulting soldiers. 

Summerhall wasn't a castle that could hold a siege well enough, since nobody dared to try to take it, being a Targaryen Seat. Considering that, Rhaegon's small army was doing well enough in keeping the hundreds of soldiers that were attacking it. 

As Rhaegon watched the Snakes enter the Castle without issue, he felt a slight sting on his cheek. 

"Shit!" He clutched a bleeding wound, "An arrow...." 

An arrow had just narrowly missed his head. 

He steered Morghul to face the incoming enemy, who roared loudly. 

"I am Rhaegon Baratheon, Prince of Summerhall!!!" Rhaegon announced as he drew his sword, "If any of you idiots value your life, then drop your weapons and surrender!!! If not, well you've made your fucking choice!!!" 

"I'm sending you to your fucking god!!!!"