We Bleed Silver(GOT/ASOIAF Fanfic)

The sunlight sparkled over the sea, reflecting a faint blood-red gleam on the white-capped waves. The large oars of the ships struck the water, sending up more foam.

Standing on the deck of the flagship Desert Dancer, Lord Toland's brother, Harryen Sand, anxiously gazed at the sky. Beside him stood the captain of the 300-oar warship, Rhysian Hayek Tamas. In this era where turmoil and peace coexisted, three of the nine free trading city-states—Myr, Lys, and Tyrosh—had formed an alliance known as the "Triarchy". The rulers and governors of these cities had sworn oaths to their respective gods. These city-states had once suffered repeated attacks by the Vaelarys fleet, even losing their eastern trade routes. In the narrow sea, their pirate activities were severely suppressed by the Valyrian family.

Having faced these setbacks, the triarchy urgently needed reinforcements. At just the right time, house Toland, laden with gold, arrived on their doorstep. What better opportunity to strike a blow to their old rival than to assist the Toland in their cause? Thus, the triarchy readily agreed, providing fifty large warships to help transport Toland's main infantry force.

Lord Sharril Toland personally led 900 cavalrymen and 200 hired horsemen north, intending to join with the 1,500 spearmen from House Jordayne. The combined forces would then march with Lord Uller's men to advance into the frontier forces stationed at the junction of the Wyl and Yronwood territories at the Whiskey Gorge.

While the Toland forces were moving north, House Martell began to assemble its troops. A massive force of 6,000 spearmen and 1,200 cavalry was slowly gathering to head toward Sunspear. Though Dorne was in turmoil, many of the lords from Eastern and Central Dorne still pledged to fight for House Martell, even if they lacked the large numbers of the great noble houses.

However, Harryen Sand was not concerned with the activities on land at the moment. The lead ship of their fleet had signaled that they had spotted the Vaelarys fleet. At least 20 large sailing warships and 5 merchant ships were escorting a number of huge cargo ships toward Dorne's eastern shores. Upon seeing the Triarchy's fleet, three of the warships peeled off to continue escorting the merchant vessels, while the remaining warships turned to head toward the fleet of the Triarchy.

"Lord Gonzo, we don't have as many ship as the three whores. If they charge us all at once, we might not be able to hold out," said a thin, white-bearded old man with a worried expression. He was wearing an old leather armor, with a blue sea serpent painted on the chest plate. He was the captain of the three-hundred-oar warship Blue Sea Serpent, Miles Stone, a bastard from the Vale. In his youth, he had sailed the seas under Lord Corlys Velaryon, the Sea Snake. The Blue Sea Serpent had been acquired from his earnings during his time at sea. Now, aged and seeking to shed the label of bastard, Miles had come south to try his luck with Lord Draezell, who had issued a recruitment call to expand his household.

After all, Draezell had issued a call for recruits at Blackhaven, hoping to increase his household's forces.

Gonzo, the fiery marauder, rested his hand on the ship's railing and shook his head. "Captain Miles, you are too cautious." He pointed to the sky. "The prince's dragons are nearby, ready to assist at any moment."

"The Prince? How does he know?"

"The silver dragon watches from the top of the clouds. He and young Lord Valar are patrolling the area. Protecting the sea lanes," Gonzo's voice carried a hint of reverence. "Send a signal. Let the prince know we've spotted the enemy's warships."

A soldier from the Silver Blood regiment immediately lit the signal smoke, sending a straight column of black smoke rising into the sky, piercing through the clouds.

On the coastline, Vermithor, who had been gnawing on the charred half of a whale, suddenly lifted his head and gazed toward the distant smoke. In this regard, dragons were far more perceptive than men. Draezell, seeing the direction of Vermithor's roar, immediately understood that his companion had spotted something.

"Well done, Gonzo." Draezell took the last bit of stew from his helmet and, after wiping it clean, placed it back on his head. He climbed onto Vermithor's saddle, giving the dragon's wide back a gentle pat.

The great dragon shook its head and let out a mighty roar.

"ROAR!"

"Vermithor, take off," came the command in High Valyrian. The great dragon spread its wings and leapt from the cliff, its massive claws brushing the water's surface, sending a spray of white waves. With a powerful flap of its wings, the dragon soared into the sky, disappearing into the clouds within moments.

"Prepare for the ramming," Gonzo readied himself for impact, assuming a defensive stance. "Everyone, get ready for close combat." He drew his long sword, and Captain Miles raised his battle axe.

"Lord Gonzo, sea battles like thus are the best," the old captain sneered, eyeing the approaching fleet of the Triarchy.

"Prepare for impact. Archers, archers! Fire! Fire!" Commander Hayek also directed his fleet. He positioned his own lysene ships at the back of the line, with the ships from Myr's leading the charge. The Tyrosh ships arranged themselves on either flank, intending to encircle the Vaelarys fleet.

The sea was immediately engulfed in a rain of arrows and burning stones. The Vaelarys fleet's large sail ships towered above, releasing arrows and catapult stones from their elevated position. The smaller, lower-hulled oar ships were at a disadvantage, but the advantage of the oarships lay in their greater numbers and maneuverability. The triarchy ships encircled the towering purple-sailed Vaelarys ships like a pack of wolves.

One of the large sail ships was quickly set ablaze, but nearby, at least three oarships were also burning, and one or two ships were slowly sinking.

"Boom."

The Blue Sea Serpent's ram slammed into an oarship, cleaving it in half. Another oarship from the Triarchy took the opportunity to close in, and a strong man from Summer Isles threw a grapple. The Dornish spear-throwers on board launched their spears.

But the large wooden shields arranged by Miles blocked them all. Taking advantage of the time the javelins bought, the Dornishmen leaped onto the Blue Sea Serpent. Gonzo cleaved a Dornish spear in two with a single swing and smoothly stepped forward to decapitate the man. Miles swung his battle axe, first severing a spear and then the man's head in one swift motion.

The Silverblood soldiers on board fought fiercely, wielding battle axes and spears as they clashed with the Dornish spearmen who had jumped onto the ship.

A slightly smaller Vaelarys ship charged forward, slamming into another Triarchy ship that had tried to board. The massive crack caused the larger ship to capsize, but the crew didn't give up easily. They jumped to the smaller ship, attempting to seize it.

On the smaller ship, a young man, shirtless, wielded a long-handled battle axe, swinging it in a whirlwind. Any Dornishmen who tried to approach were swiftly cleaved by the spinning axe, their spears and bodies severed in one fluid motion.

"Hmm?" Gonzo neatly decapitated a Dornishman wearing scale armor. He looked up to see the young man with the spinning battle axe. "Is that your grandson?" he asked, glancing at the panting Miles, who was pulling the axe out of a dead body.

"Ah?" The old captain squinted at the young man. "This fool, no armor? He's asking for trouble. After this fight, I'll spank him for sure."

"What's your grandson's name?" Gonzo asked as he slashed through a Dornishman's arm, silencing the man before he could scream.

"Samwell. Hmph, this damn kid," Miles muttered disdainfully, but Gonzo could hear the pride in his voice. He spoke of Sebastian the same way.

"Dragon! The prince is here!" shouted a Silver Blood soldier from the lookout.

A fireball fell from the sky, striking the flagship where Harriyen and Commander Hayek were located. In an instant, the massive three-hundred-oar warship shattered in the heat, and those nearby could even see the moment when the bodies evaporated in the flames.

Fireballs rained down one after another, with each explosion obliterating a ship from the Triarchy. A massive bronze-colored dragon suddenly dove down from the clouds, its enormous wings casting a shadow over the entire battlefield.

"Vermithor, Dracarys."

The dragon's throat glowed with a dangerous light.

A stream of fire shot forth, and wherever it passed, ships exploded, and those floating in the sea were seared to death in their screams.

Even the sea itself began to boil.

After completing a circle around the fleet, the dragon slowly ascended, and almost all of the Triarchy's ships were engulfed in flames.

Gonzo, feeling a surge of excitement, ran to the bow of the ship to watch as the dragon sent enemy vessels into the flames. Suddenly, he seemed to have realized something. "Captain Miles, order all ships to retreat to the outskirts, quickly!"

Captain Miles, witnessing the fiery destruction of one ship after another and the sea gradually boiling, immediately understood Gonzo's intent. Stumbling, he rushed to the lookout tower and pulled out a horn.

"Whoooooo."

The deep sound of the horn echoed from ship to ship as almost all of the purple-sailed warships simultaneously turned and sped toward the outer edges of the battle.

At that moment, Vermithor let out a furious roar, unleashing the hottest flame in the entire sea.

The water boiled, and the oak ships burned.

The fleet was reduced to nothing but ashes.

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