บท 48: -Chapter 44-

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-POV Tyrion Lannister-

"WHERE ARE THEY?" Cersei screamed upon seeing me return, weighed down by my blood-stained armor that I no longer took off, even to sleep.

"Not here, obviously," I said, spreading my arms so she could inspect my empty apartments.

"When will they return?" she said, clearly panicked because we were gradually losing ground.

Initially, the idea of hiring mercenaries was good, but once uncertainty and fear penetrated their hearts following the outcome of the first days of the siege, they began to desert, and after 5 days of siege, we had lost almost all of the mercenaries we had hired except for Bronn's group of 2,000 men, the most reliable.

In total, we were 40,000 against 60,000 Baratheons, initially, everything was going well, but when Stannis began to implement an attack on two fronts by targeting the Dragon's Gate, we found ourselves in a precarious position.

We suffered severe losses, and he took advantage of this by setting up a reserve army that would attack at night while the main army attacked during the day. He put us to the test a little more each day and tried to make us crack.

"Before the siege ends," I said calmly because I had received a message from Valeria who had herself received confirmation that the King would arrive in no more than 5 days.

"And how can you be so sure?" asked my favorite sister in a haughty tone that annoyed me more than it should have.

"Cersei, if you came here to whine, you can leave," I said in a dry tone.

She sniffled before looking around the Hand of the King's apartments, MY apartments, while saying, "You're happy, huh? This suits you well, you're the head of this city..."

I cut her off before she could say yet another piece of nonsense I didn't want to hear: "I am the head of this kingdom, my dear sister."

"hahahaha have fun with the little power he's endowed you with, when he returns and sees you for the little monster you are, you'll lose his trust and his support."

"That's fine, in the meantime, I have a city to defend," Tyrion finished, walking past his sister to head towards the ramparts, preferring to return to the ramparts rather than remain in the presence of his sister who had decided to annoy him to the end.

-5 days later-

-POV 3rd person-

It was the 13th day of the siege, and the losses were increasingly felt, especially on the Targaryen side. After 13 days of resistance, the troops, once strong with 50,000 soldiers and mercenaries, had almost completely lost their power against the ingenious harassment tactics of Stannis Baratheon.

There were barely more than 20,000 men left ready to die with the enemy in front of the ramparts.

Once at the ramparts, Tyrion felt the uncertainty hovering over the remaining troops and even a growing terror seizing their minds, so he raised his axe and shouted as loudly as he could:

"They call me the Imp, the Halfman, and some even the Half-man, but our king has entrusted me with the task of Hand of the King, which includes defending this city. I know you're afraid because I am too, but once these soldiers enter the capital, it will be the second sack of King's Landing.

Do not fight for these kingdoms.

Nor for honor, nor for glory.

Do not fight for gold, you won't win much.

Fight for your king who is fighting for you right now against the oppressors and fight for yourselves because it's your city that Stannis wants to plunder, it's your gates he seeks to break down.

If he enters, it will be your lands and your houses he'll burn! It will be your gold he steals! Your women and daughters he'll violate!...Brave men are knocking at our door! Let's go slaughter them all!" said Tyrion.

"OUAAAAAAAAAAH" roared all the soldiers who witnessed Tyrion Lannister's speech, the new Hand of the King, this speech had just given these soldiers, who had been fighting for already 13 days without rest, a second wind.

"OPEN THE GATES" screamed Clegane as he rushed with Bronn and a hundred brave riders through the Dragon's Gate.

-POV Stannis-

"They're trying to break through," said Davos coldly, watching the Lannister army obviously trying to break through mine to escape the siege.

"Block them."

"We won't be able to block them for long," said Alester Florent, watching his men being decimated by Sandor Clegane's union.

"No."

"We're losing too many men, we need to bring back the army besieging the Mud Gate."

"I said NO," I said in an even more severe tone.

I could see that we were quickly losing too many men, but once we have them trapped, we can completely annihilate them….

"DAMN WHAT A BUNCH OF FOOLS," I exclaimed internally, seeing green flames rage through the ranks of my army and explode everywhere.

-POV Valeria-

Watching the Wildfyre unit that Aegon had asked me to gather and train for him, I immediately understood the power of these weapons.

We had long understood the potential that Wildfyre could display when used correctly, but we had never managed to come up with a viable idea to build weapons capable of launching Wildfyre pots without risking explosion before launch.

It was only once he found this tree resin with "elastic" properties that he began to set up the project to build catapults using a simple human traction mechanism.

The machine was made of two wooden pillars with "rubber" ropes that could stretch, with in the middle a small piece of fabric equipped with a small hole in which we would slide another small piece of fabric attached to the base of the clay pot sealed hermetically.

"It's good, now back off," I said, descending from the ramparts with them myself.

We weren't looking to trigger an uncontrollable fire but only a few fires in this huge army that would create an uncontrollable panic movement and would make these clearly disorganized peasants fall before Tyri's charge...

"I'm sorry..." a small voice came from my right flank.

I felt a lightning pain before turning towards the young man of barely 16 years who had a cold and indifferent facade

"...My employer paid a lot for you to know why you're going to die..."

His voice changed, and then he said with an expression of anger and fury: "Your lover took my man, he took the love of my life, so I'll take his go join my Petyr and blame the love that bastard bears you."

No...I don't want to die...Aegon my love