The march to Harrenhal

You are miles from Harrenhal yet you can see the monstrous castle way in the distance. It's five towers stood tall and ominous. Casting a shadow miles long. Reports claim it is an impregnable structure garrisoned to the thousands. Siege would be costly and **** dangerous.

‘Not for a dragon’ you thought as you and Balerion descended and burned out a legion of Harren the Blacks men who attempted to ambush you and your army. Those who did not burn, ran with all speed to escape the flames descending from the sky. After awhile, the attacks had ceased and you landed to rest your great beast.

“Rest your wings Balerion. Stay alert.” You said in Valryian. Soon after you landed, so did the dragon Vhaegar, dragon of your sister wife Visenya who dismounted with beauty. The moment you both met. Your lips went to war before you both walked to camp.

“What news my sister.” You asked.

“The lords of Crackclaw Point have bent the knee and lent their arms for the march to Storms End. Rhaenys fly’s with Orys and their army as we speak. I have burned the Vale fleet as planned. Now no challenge will come from the seas. Lord Daemon Velaryon’s fleet sails south to Storms End.” Visenya spoke.

“The pieces have fallen into place, As it stands here, we have been marching carefully around the God's Eye and Harren’s men ambush us frequently and than cower into darkness when the flames descend upon them.” You report. “If these ambushes continue we may face morale and manpower issues.”

"Then we fly to that fortress of Harren the Black and melt it's walls and towers with our dragons." Visenya advised.

"It may yet come to that, but these Ironborn crave a good fight and Harren may just give it to them." You commented.

Your army continues moving till you make camp south along the Gods Eye. You and Visenya look upon the island of faces and beyond to Harrenhal. While in your tent with Visenya, you are interrupted by one of your commanders, Quenton Qoherys.

“Your Grace, a messenger has come to camp. He says he will only talk to you.” Quenton said.

You and Visenya glanced at one another before gesturing for the messenger. The young man was wearing ring mail with a house sigil of a a grey fish on a red and blue wavy field.

“My king, I bring word from Edmyn Tully, lord of Riverrun. He gathers the banners of the Riverlands to fight in your name. He plans to ride under your banner. The tyranny of Harren the Black must end.” The messenger said handing you a letter sealed with the same sigil on the messenger. The letter confirms what he said and also included Harren's plan to march an army from Harrenhal to meet you in the field. This gives you an ambitious opportunity. You hand the letter over to Visenya.

“The Rivermen provide us with an opportunity, risky, but the claiming of Harren’s castle for us is enticing.” You tell Visenya in Valyrian.

Visenya smiled at your boldness. “What shall be done my king?”

“Fly to Riverrun on dragon-back and take charge of the army. Cut off the enemy supply and means to escape. Then we take Harrenhal.”

“I leave at once, with Fire and Blood.” She replied and kissed you before heading out to Vhaegar.

You than turned to Quenton, "Provide hospitality for our messenger and have the men drilled and ready to march when sunlight rises."

"At once your Grace." And the men cleared your camp. Once you were alone you unsheathed your Valyrian sword Blackfyre. You inspected the blade than walked outside your tent to sit by your fire. Your tent sat outside the main army camp. Beside your tent not to far away rested The Black Dread, who was always diligent and ready for flight and who roared when Vhaegar's wings flapped through the night sky on its way to Riverrun carrying Visenya. Your attention once more returned to your sword as you began to inspect and polish it with a cloth. You've never once had to sharpen Blackfyre due to the properties of Valyrian Steel but you took the time to clean the blade from time to time. For a moment you found yourself lost in the flames as they burned and flickered in front of you. You could make out a woman in red in the center of the fire. Starring at you until you blinked and the woman was gone.

Your thoughts than turned to the dreams you kept having. Growing more frequent by the day.

A/N: Leave some suggestions in the comments about what you wanna see next. It is always welcome.