Chapter 106:

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Chapter 106:

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I had won this fight, capturing Jaime in the way, which would give me quite the political tool to use against Tywin, disrupting his calm demeanor by using his golden son.

Highgarden was on the way to be mine, the Tyrells still had more than enough forces to attack stationed in their ancestral home, and while a normal siege would take me weeks to months, with Neltharion it would take a day or two.

I had to take this opportunity to push the enemies to their knees, before they came up with a plan to hurt or kill Neltharion, which meant I had for now to exploit Neltharion to the fullest.

Burning my way to the throne, after all, I had bigger concerns beyond the wall, and wasting time playing games with these imbeciles was not a priority.

"You did great," I praised my dragon son, who grinned in return.

*You are a great warrior, of course the same had to apply to me,* Neltharion hissed with pride, he always wanted to prove others he was my son beyond words.

I chuckled at the dragon antics as I ordered him to rest, , while he himself didn't want to admit it, he was tired, breathing torrents of fire for hours had taxed him quite a bit, and we had to recover our strength, for tomorrow, this garden and it lands would be ours.

"I miss you," I cried weakly under the moonlight, a Queen should not show weakness, but I was weak without him, how much I missed his warmth, his smile, but I knew soon we would be reunited.

[Ronard Mormont POV - Next Day]

The morning sun was shining brightly, and I couldn't help but smile at what was coming ahead, the remaining forces of the Tyrells would face the might of my army, and I would claim these lands for me.

Too bad, for that to happen, the Tyrells would have to die, bad for them, that is.

The more we marched, the closer the last battle on this part of the south was, looming behind the gardens, my men were fully rested, and ready to fight. But the one they had to fear was also the most eager to prove himself once more in the battlefield, Neltharion.

And maybe with enough luck, the tales of my dragon son would spread among the seven kingdoms, bringing them into their knees without a fight. Dragons after all, were the very beasts that brought them together in the first place, and once again, they would.

"We are here," Ned commented, pouting at the army ahead with a very grim look, around thirty thousand soldiers, ready to be slaughtered. Perhaps Tywin was nothing but false propaganda, or the Tyrells were acting against his wishes and stayed to protect their land, either way it worked for me.

"We stand once again," I shouted, getting the full attention of my army on me, "In the heat of battle," I smiled, "Let's show these flowers why they shouldn't fight us" By this point my army was stomping the ground, shaking the very ground with battle cries.

I was the first to gallop in the battle field, cutting hundreds of arrows coming my way, as a single thought crossed my mind, 'cute'

Giving the signal, with my left hand, Neltharion descended into the battlefield, with a growl that thundered the very air, shaking the resolves of each enemy, "Lit them on fire son!"

Neltharion nodded, and a stream of fire started to burn beyond recognition all the archers, one by one, their screams filling the air, with pain and agony, and in their faces the sour realization, they had no hope of winning this.

"It seems fire is super effective," I chuckled, as I covered the gardens with the blood of the fallen flowers.

Victory was mine, and so were the Tyrell lands, now I wonder, what move will the old lion take against me, he must surely know with all that experience when he is being defeated. I suppose time will tell.