"So have my banner man responded?" Aegon drunkly slurred.

"We have sent word to Oldtown. They're marching for King's Landing with twenty thousand men."

"They will have to deal with Visenya and Shrykos." Aemond assessed. "And Dorian will send someone to aid her."

"Then we will deal with them." Aegon shrugged. "The Iron Throne is mine."

Several load roars went up and the Green Council rushed to the windows.

Vermithor, Dreamfyre, Silverwing, Nightwraith, Tessarion, Morghul, and Caraxes were shown. Seven dragons flew in a V formation with Vermithor in the lead with the Velaryon fleet behind them.

"That's impossible... how do they now!?!" Alicent shrieked.

"That's not up for debate. We must fight!" Otto snarled. "Aemond, Aegon, mount your dragons."

The two sons of Viserys Targaryen nodded, rushing off.

"Do you think we will win?" Alicent asked timidly.

"Vhagar can kill a majority of them. It's Sunfyre I'm worried about." Otto said dismissively.

And if we lose, Rhaella will have our heads. was unspoken but heard.