We Bleed Silver(GOT/ASOIAF Fanfic)

"Alright, go get ready. Wait a moment." Draezell frowned, scrutinizing Valar from head to toe.

"W-what is it?" Valar asked, puzzled. He glanced at himself but found nothing out of place. Why was Draezell looking at him like he'd committed some grave offense?

"What are we going to do?" Draezell rapped twice on the smooth breastplate of Valar's "Silver Shield" armor, his expression stern. Nearby, Jacaerys quickly perked up, wiping away the faintest specks of dust with a cloth as he listened attentively to the Uncle he'd come to admire in just a few days.

"Hunt the Bald Eagle King—no, I mean..." Valar stopped mid-sentence, realizing the storm gathering in his brother's face, and quickly corrected himself. "Falconry. We're heading into the mountains for falconry."

"Then why are you wearing armor?" Draezell arched an eyebrow. "Just bring it along. If you ride out in full plate, the horse will collapse from exhaustion before we even spot any game."

"Got it." Valar muttered as he shuffled out to remove his armor, leaving Draezell and Jacaerys alone in the room.

The two princes had secretly arrived in Blackhaven. Their dragons were not yet strong enough to carry them all the way from Dragonstone to Blackhaven, so they had come by ship, escorted by the Silverblood Guards, before reaching their destination. The two boys had first spent several days learning from Draezell's former retainers, Lynn and Hoffa, before officially assuming their roles as squires to Draezell and Valar. Having received a full noble education, both princes were already well-versed in the duties of a squire. Before this, Prince Jacaerys had served as cupbearer to Princess Rhaenyra and Prince Daemon, while Prince Lucerys had performed the same duty for Lord Corlys Velaryon.

"My lord, please don't be too harsh on Uncle Valar. He was probably just overexcited and had little Luc help him put on the armor. It's also Luc's first time seeing Valyrian steel plate." Jacaerys spoke up when Draezell didn't object.

"And you're not curious?" Draezell teased, smirking as he took the armor Jacaerys handed him and placed it in the gear bag.

"Well... I am," Jacaerys admitted sheepishly, scratching his head. "After all, the royal family only has a single set of leather armor adorned with Valyrian steel." The brown-haired boy fastened the Silverblood scabbard around Draezell's waist, straightening his collar and cuffs. "It's natural to be curious about a full Valyrian steel suit."

"Now that you've seen it, what do you think?"

"It's fascinating and beautiful, in a way I can't quite describe," Jacaerys answered earnestly. "Looking at it feels almost like gazing at Vermax."

Vermax was Jacaerys' dragon, a deep green hatchling of the same age as him that was growing quickly. The young dragon currently resided in the dragonpit of King's Landing.

After hurried construction, the main tower of Dragonstone—Silverblood Tower—and its two annexes, the Twin Towers, connected by long galleries, had been renovated. If not for the urgency of military campaigns, Draezell would have already moved his family and close retainers into the new quarters.

"Anything else?" Draezell asked as he helped Jacaerys secure the straps of his leather armor.

Jacaerys shook his head. "That's all I noticed."

Draezell nodded with a smile and didn't press further, instead changing the subject. "Jace, Prince Daemon asked me to ensure you two learn a few things under my guidance. It's a natural arrangement; after all, as squires, following a knight and learning from him is a well-established tradition."

"I've already learned so much from you," Jacaerys said as he fastened his longsword. "I'm especially grateful for your kindness and patience."

Draezell smiled, motioning for Jacaerys to follow. The two youths walked out through the gates of Blackhaven. Outside, 300 heavy cavalrymen from House Dondarrion had already gathered. Most were equipped with chainmail covered by surcoats, their surcoats bearing the heraldry of their respective families or regions. Few had caparisons or barding for their horses.

A smaller number of knights in polished plate armor with heavier barding were also present. Draezell knew these were household knights directly sworn to House Dondarrion or wealthy landed knights. Many of the less affluent heavy cavalrymen were accompanied by their squires. Additionally, Lord Edric Dondarrion had raised 800 longbowmen, the limit of what his house could muster.

Under the banners of purple lightning, another group bearing brown flags had assembled nearby. Their banners displayed three golden sheaves of wheat.

"Your Grace, Your Highness, may I present Lord Gerold Selmy of Harvest Hall and his eldest grandson and heir, Ser Harlow Selmy," Lord Edric introduced two nobles clad in brown surcoats.

Lord Gerold was a weathered man with a thick beard, his face lined by years of hardship. His grandson, Ser Harlow, was short but powerfully built. A flail hung from his belt, and his sharp gaze seemed intent on spotting something—or someone—behind Draezell.

"Ser Harlow, my dragon will hunt only when it sees its prey," Draezell remarked with a smile, noticing what the young knight was trying to glimpse. Ser Harlow quickly averted his gaze, looking somewhat awkward as he turned to his grandfather.

"Ser Harlow is still young; please forgive him for making a fool of himself in front of Your Grace and Your Highness," Lord Gerold chuckled, pulling his grandson behind him. "Your Grace, I've brought 50 cavalrymen and 300 armed foot soldiers. I apologize; the Selmy family is a small one, and this is the best we can muster."

"Don't worry about it," Draezell patted the old earl on the shoulder. "Tell the cavalry to travel light. We're going hunting, so leave a portion of them behind with the heavier equipment to follow us. Once they see the signal, they can join us."

"As you command."

"Brother, the Silverblood Army is also ready," Valar announced as he and Prince Lucerys approached on horseback. Behind them, fully armored Sebastian Pyrebane and Arslan Rendell followed.

"So it's you two," Draezell said with a grin, walking over and giving each of the dismounted knights a friendly punch.

"The others are busy with the city repairs, so it's just us," Sebastian replied, taking the conversation. "As per your instructions, we've brought 400 cavalry and 1,200 Silverblood warriors armed with longbows and crossbows. The cavalry are all equipped with horsebows."

"Good. Have we received any responses from Stonehelm, **Grandview**, or Nighsong?" Draezell asked, his tone sharp.

Jaecarys answered through gritted teeth, "Lord Shiven of Stonehelm and Lord Caelan of Nightsong both said there are no hunting plans at the moment. And without Lord Baratheon's approval, they can't respond to the summons of another lord. Lord Grandison of **Grandview** hasn't replied either. They're all pests of the kingdom—normally they'd eagerly join in the hunt for the Vulture King, but how dare they act now?"

Draezell placed a hand on Jaecarys's shoulder and shook his head. "Them not coming was part of the plan. Little Jaecarys, sometimes the pests of the kingdom can be useful too. Valar, let everyone know we're about to depart."

"As you command."

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"What did you say?" The Vulture King suddenly stood up, his expression darkening. His army was hastening toward Wellport, hoping to receive reinforcements as soon as possible.

"Your Majesty, there's a group of cowardly silk-wearers from Stormlands nearby, probably three to five hundred of them. I saw them clearly," the Dornish scout reported confidently. "They're carrying plenty of supplies... and wine!"

"Really?"

"Absolutely."

"Good!" The Vulture King mounted his beloved desert warhorse and shouted to his men, "The hunt begins, my fledglings!"

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