The battle for Tyrosh began in earnest. The royal fleet pounded the harbor with catapult fire while the vanguard stormed the docks. Tyroshi defenders fought hard, but they were outmatched from the first minute.
Stannis led the charge in black plate, Obsidian Blade flashing as he cut through the first line of defenders. The Dragon Tongue Knights followed close behind, eight hundred strong, their silvered blades carving a bloody path through the port.
Lannister troops landed next with siege equipment, and Caraxes dropped from the sky to turn the walls into an inferno. The Tyroshi fought bravely, but it wasn't enough.
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Inside the palace, the Silverhand Archon gripped his greatsword with white knuckles, face pale with fear.
"My lord, the Storm Crows have fled," a messenger reported, voice shaking.
The Archon slammed his fist on the throne. "Cowardly sellswords! They took my gold and ran at the first sign of dragons!"
He demanded news from Myr, but the answer was worse. No reply. No fleet. No help.
The Archon's eyes widened in disbelief. "Myr is abandoning us?"
A guard nodded grimly. "The archons are already talking about handing you over to the Targaryens to save themselves."
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Outside the city, Myr's fleet sat in the strait, blocking the sellsword ships trying to escape. Daario Naharis stood on deck, watching the betrayal unfold.
Myr had taken Daeron's gold. They weren't coming to save Tyrosh. They were making sure no one else did either.
Back in the palace, Daeron landed Caraxes on the roof and walked straight into the throne room. The Archon tried to talk his way out, offering surrender, offering anything.
Daeron didn't bother answering. He drew Dark Sister, and one brutal swing split the man's greatsword in half before burying the blade in his throat. The Archon dropped like a sack of meat.
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On the Black Wall, the fighting was still fierce. Jaehaerys flew Valar low over the defenders, breathing fire that turned men into screaming torches.
A scorpion bolt whistled past his head. He pulled Valar up hard, climbing into the clouds before diving again from a new angle. The bronze dragon's fire ripped across the scorpion crews, leaving nothing but ash and twisted metal.
Jaehaerys was breathing hard inside his helmet, but he was learning fast.
Below, Lucerys Velaryon watched the young prince fight and smiled. House Targaryen was getting stronger by the day. Two dragonriders now. Soon the entire Free Cities would learn what that really meant.