Game of Thrones: The Red Dragon Lord.

Chapter 164: The Capture of Dragonstone

With a roar from the sky, the golden dragon swooped down again and destroyed the last catapult.

The First Army then quickly landed and began to assemble on the beach.

The Blazing Shadow hovered above Dragonstone. Its huge body was no smaller than a warship, and its scales gleamed golden in the sunlight.

The dragon's wings flapped, causing gusts of wind and making the sea turbulent.

Gavin sat on the dragon's back and looked down at the soldiers gathering below, waiting for the battle to capture the island later.

Not long ago, Gavin received intelligence that Theon had returned to the Iron Islands.

He then immediately dispatched a fleet and nearly 10,000 soldiers, deciding to capture Dragonstone first, and then seek an opportunity to destroy the remaining royal fleet docked in King's Landing.

Just as Gavin's thoughts were flying.

A sharp dragon roar suddenly came, piercing the sky. A smaller red dragon rose from the fleet and soared into the sky. It was Viserion, who was just able to carry people.

The strong sea breeze blew on Daenerys' face, and strands of silver hair flew in the wind.

Her heart was filled with excitement. Although it was not her first time riding a dragon, it was her first time to ride her own dragon into battle as a dragon rider.

She looked down at the island of Dragonstone and the mighty castle that nestled against the hilltop.

This place where she was born was the first time she saw it in person in her life.

When she was just born, she was forced to go into exile in Essos with Viserys. In the years that followed, she could only imagine what Dragonstone looked like from Viserys's words.

Now, actually riding on the back of a dragon and gazing at Dragonstone, an indescribable complex emotion surged into my heart like a tide.

Daenerys tightened the reins in her hands slightly, and Viserion seemed to be keenly aware of her emotions, and roared again, even louder and more powerfully. The roar sounded like a battle horn, echoing between heaven and earth.

On Dragonstone, the soldiers who were forced to retreat to the castle looked up at the two dragons in the sky in horror. Having already witnessed the dragon flames, they became more and more desperate.

The acting city lord Axel Floren stood on the top of the castle, looking at everything in front of him with a serious expression.

The flames of war were burning everywhere on Dragonstone. The defenders had long lost their will to fight, and all their long-range weapons had been destroyed.

Not counting the two dragons circling in the sky, the troops that kept landing were already too much to resist.

Yasser realized clearly that it was only a matter of time before the castle fell.

The enemy's attack was so sudden that after losing the warships, they couldn't even retreat. It was meaningless to continue defending, and it would only lead to more casualties.

He gritted his teeth, turned around resolutely, and walked quickly towards the map room.

In the map hall, the atmosphere was so oppressive that it was almost impossible to breathe.

Duchess Celis and her daughter Celine were like fragile flowers trapped in a storm, helplessly waiting for the verdict of fate. Lady Celis sat there with a gloomy face, her heart full of anxiety and uneasiness. The nun beside her hugged Celine tightly, trying to give the young child some comfort. However, the nun's eyes were also full of despair, as if she saw the dark future that could not be escaped.

Yasser pushed open the door, and his hurried footsteps were like a heavy hammer, breaking the silence in the hall.

Mrs. Selyse raised her head, a spark of hope flashed in her eyes, but when she saw Yasser's stern expression, the hope in her heart was instantly shattered, like a faint candlelight swaying in the wind being ruthlessly blown out.

"Madam, the castle can no longer be defended." Yasser's voice was low and hoarse, full of endless fatigue and helplessness. He continued: "We must make a decision as soon as possible."

Mrs. Selyse's body trembled slightly, and her eyes revealed a hint of stubbornness and unwillingness. "Are you asking us to surrender?" She questioned.

Yasser was silent for a moment, as if he was struggling fiercely in his heart. Then he said slowly: "We can only surrender, maybe we can save our lives."

Lady Selyse's eyes widened, her face full of disbelief. "Surrender? How can we surrender to the Targaryens? We are from the Baratheon family, they will not let us go." Her words were full of adherence to family honor and fear of the enemy.

Yaser sighed helplessly. He knew that Lady Celis's worries were not unreasonable, but they had no other choice. He said, "Madam, we have no other choice now. Continuing to resist will only lead to our death. Surrender may be a way out."

He tried to convince Mrs. Celis and make her understand the current situation.

Yasser looked at the mother and daughter, feeling helpless and sad. He knew that their fate was no longer in his control. But he had to do his best to give them a chance of survival.

Looking at the troubled Lady Celis, Yaser urged, "Madam, time is running out. We must make a decision as soon as possible."

Lady Selys bit her lips tightly, struggling internally. Various possible consequences emerged in her mind, each of which frightened her. Finally, she nodded helplessly, "Okay, you go and negotiate with the other party. As long as our lives are guaranteed, I can give up the castle."

Yasser breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately turned around, preparing to leave the city to negotiate with the other party. He knew that if he surrendered, the other party would most likely guarantee the safety of everyone, except Shirin, who was a little uncertain.

Gawain's queen is Daenerys Targaryen, who was born on Dragonstone. Considering the hatred between the two families, the other party may let everyone go, but may not let Shireen go.

No one can predict what the fate of this young girl will be.

A white flag was hoisted on the city wall. With a nervous mood, Yasser walked out of the castle alone and walked down the winding stairs.

Suddenly a roar came from the sky, and a blazing shadow fell from the sky, stepping on the handrails on both sides of the stairs with its powerful claws, and roared at Assel.

The huge sound exploded in the air like thunder, making Assel's eardrums buzz.

Yasser was almost frightened to collapse on the ground after coming into close contact with the dragon. He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

At this moment, Daenerys rode Viserion and slowly landed, her eyes were majestic and firm, and her silver hair shone in the sun.

Gavin jumped off Chiying's back and stood in front of Yasser.

Axel calmed himself, bowed respectfully, and said, "I am the acting lord of Dragonstone - Axel Floren. I am here to negotiate on behalf of Lady Selyse. As long as the safety of everyone in the castle can be guaranteed, we are willing to surrender and hand over the castle."

(End of this chapter)