Daenerys flew on Drogon's back to her rightful seat. Rhaegal and Viserion flew behind him to make a V shaped formation.

Visenya hadn't done anything yet—maybe she had surrendered.

The Iron Throne is mine. she thought smugly.

Then a strong blast echoed through the air.

Command. Daenerys knew deep in her bones. Dragon horns.

Rhaegal suddenly roared and shut at Drogon who roared and tried to fly away. Viserion followed Rhaegal and blasted Daenerys with his flames.

"VISERION! STOP!" Daenerys shrieked. Viserion stopped and dove at her army in its boast, his jaws swinging open as he blasted it with his flames, burning all of the ships.

Missandei. Grey Worm. Daenerys thought in horror. She was to distracted to see Rhaegal sink his jaws around Drogon's neck and his claws lash at Drogon's wings.

The Mother of Dragons screamed as she began falling.

When she hit the water, it was to fast that she didn't even register the cold. A moment later, she couldn't feel anything.

"Out of genuine curiosity—was that necessary?" Aaron said to his cousin.

"Sadly yes. She was to delusional to negotiate. So I had to bait her into attacking." the Dragon's Mother admitted, gazing out at the Blackwater Bay, where the burning ships were.

Jacaerys gently took the dragon horn and blasted it again. Rhaegal and Viserion flew to them, over King's Landing, and landed in the renovated Dragonpit.

There were no chains, and the dome was enchanted to keep out rain, weather, and the elements while lacking a ceiling. Another enchantment let it expand to what ever size it needed for dragons to fly out.

Jacaerys said. "Tomorrow is when we leave for the North to deal with the White Walkers—the men we sent ahead with the Starks should be there by now. Aaron, we needed to get rid of her as fast as possible."

The Sun Stag nodded and followed the Black Dragon and the Sun Dragon into the Red Keep. Visenya and Jacaerys made a beeline for Aeryn and Elia's rooms.