The king has landed

Black water bay was the large body of water that separated Dragon stone from Westeros. While at any other day these waters would carry trade ships bound for the east. At night, the bay was mostly quiet besides the crashing of waves against the shores. But by morning these waters carried not trade ships but warships.

Aegon's fleet had moved into the bay under the cover of darkness. The crews of these ships remained silent. Not a word was spoken when the ships landed on the shores. Orys Baratheon was the first to step foot on the beach near the Blackwater rush, the river that flowed into the bay. He ordered the men to disembark and than send scouts to search the surrounds. But surprisingly no armies were their to greet them. Orys pondered at this revelation for some time. Did the silence of their arrival truly work? Or was it the calm before the storm?

Suddonly a gust of wind swept the beaches. Sand drifted inward as the wind became stronger, the sound of flapping became audible, and a large shadow came to cover the shores in darkness.

But this was not the work of nature, this was three dragons descending from the sky and touching down on Westeros. Vhagar, Meraxes, and Balerion land on the beaches. You and your sisters descend from your dragons. You are quick to survey the area and spot a set of three hills.

“Orys, build a fort on that center hill and send messengers to the local lords for their surrender.” You commanded and Orys quickly obeyed.

“Why not show them our dragons instead of mercy?” Visenya commented.

“If they chose to stand against me, they will know our strength.” You answer. “I will give them a chance to bend the knee.”

“How very noble brother.” Rhaenys complimented. Causing Visenya’s eyes to roll.

In the back of your mind you are amused by your sisters. But you are more focused on the upcoming conflicts that you will surely come across. As much as you were willing to show mercy, the fires of your dragons were sure to form eventually.

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You and your forces approach the three hills. This area will serve as a starting base for your army. You stand atop the center hill, looking upon the surrounding landscape. Your men make camp and gather wood from nearby forests to build your fort. This crude structure shall be your first mark on Westeros.

“It’s beautiful up here.” The sweet voice of Rhaenys who walks beside you. The two of you embrace in a kiss. “Something is bothering you.”

You are taken back by this sudden concern. “Why such a strong assertion?”

“Are you having bad dreams?” Rhaenys got straight to the point.

“We all have dreams sister, good and bad, but they are only dreams.” You say.

“Targaryen dreams aren’t just dreams.” Rhaenys warns. Before you could respond Visenya approaches both of you.

“Aegon, armies approaches us from the north!”

This personal talk will have to wait, the time for battle is upon you and your sisters. You mount your dragons and take to the skies. The conquest is about to begin.