We Bleed Silver(GOT/ASOIAF Fanfic)

The group combat tournament was nearly a foregone conclusion. The seven-member team from house Vaelarys worked together seamlessly, easily overpowering all their opponents. Only the Northerners and the Dornish managed to hold on a bit longer. But with Lord Mormont being knocked off his horse by the new addition to the Blood Oath Brotherhood, the knight "Battleaxe" Samwell, and Obara Dayne being defeated by Lynn Valtaken, only the Vaelarys family team remained standing in the end.

The archery contest soon reached its conclusion, with Red Robb, the illegitimate son of House Blackwood, claiming victory without surprise. The mysterious knight, who had finished third, removed their helmet.

Lord Samwell Blackwood was stunned. His daughter, Alyssane Blackwood, who didn't meet the competition's standards, had somehow managed to participate. However, every knight in attendance recognized the young girl's archery skills, and even Lord Cragen Stark showed rare amusement as Alyssane hit the bullseye.

Although the rewards were handed out as expected, afterward, many of the children, including Daeron and Jacaerys, regretted their actions before being caught by their parents and getting spanked. If only they had disguised themselves as the mysterious knight.

At Dragon's Nest, in the Long Hall of the Twin Towers, the Dornish steward Morros had waited a long time to meet Draezell. The silver-haired prince stood by the bronze doors of Silverblood Tower, while Morros had already been bowing for a while.

"Visitors from Sunspear," Draezell said as he straightened his posture. Though he had caused a rift in Dorne, he still respected such a determined and fearsome opponent. "I know why you're here. The motto of House Martell is " **Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken**", so you used King Aegon's urgent declaration of conquest to unite the treacherous lords and resist the wrath of a dragon. But at what cost?"

Morros did not shy away from Draezell's gaze. Instead, he answered pragmatically: "Your Highness, the cost was decades of devastation. Rhaenys fall angered Aegon and Visenya. Every castle, town, and field in Dorne was burned, and nearly every family member was murdered. Your Highness, even so, we did not yield."

"That was foolish," Draezell replied bluntly. "Your pride brought ruin. The people, suffering from Aegon's wrath, stood beside you. But when the Conqueror brings not pain, but bread, meat, and beer, all you have are those treacherous lords. Look at Dorne now. I believe Prince Qoren, who always sought to avoid expanding the war, is a wise man. What about your lords? I merely promised them crowns and gold, and they immediately turned against the sun."

"You admit it then, it was your provocation," Morros said with a faint smile. "Your Highness, Dorne has no king. As Princess Meria once said, Dorne is bound by blood to Old Gloy. We are unyielding, never bowing, never kneeling. Your Highness, Fire and Blood do not belong to Dorne, nor do you."

"If I'm correct, the Iron Throne's demands are simple, right?" Draezell said, both exasperated and slightly admiring of Morros's unyielding nature. "A nominal submission, allowing you to keep the title of Prince of Dorne, with Dornishmen only needing to acknowledge the king on the Iron Throne as the King of the Seven Kingdoms."

Morros nodded. "Indeed, those are the terms King Viserys gave us. Like his grandfather, he is a benevolent monarch. But my prince seeks a unified Dorne, one that is unshackled."

"Prince Qoren is overestimating things," Draezell interrupted bluntly. "Steward, don't forget, you are the ones losing on the battlefield. The Sulfur River region has changed hands three times in the past four months, but not once has the golden spear flag flown high. Even in Godsgrace, the banner of House Yronwood has risen twice. Lord, what cannot be won on the battlefield will not be gained at the negotiating table." Draezell walked closer to Morros. His personal guards, the Dothraki youth Argo and the black-haired, gold-eyed Hoffa, immediately followed and stood watch, glaring at the Dornish envoy. "The High King of Dorne may be more willing to accept the Iron Throne's terms than the proud Prince of Dorne. As for our King of the Torrent River..."

Draezell gestured to the distant tents and banners. The flowing sword flag of House Dayne was prominently flying in the air.

"And envoy," Draezell continued, "the longer this drags on, the worse it will be for you. House Yronwood took my gold, and now they have the wealth to replenish their forces across the Narrow Sea. They'll soon take the starved city of Skyreach, and their army still lingers, poised on Godsgrace and Hellholt. Even Princess Nymeria dared not underestimate the full strength of House Yronwood, let alone now, when they control nearly half of Dorne."

"Your Highness, I am merely an envoy," Morros lowered his head. "My mission is to convince you to halt your support for the rebels. And please, do not underestimate the power of House Martell. We withstood the Conqueror's dragonflame; surely, we can withstand yours."

"Is that so?" Draezell waved his hand, signaling Hoffa and Argo to stay calm, as Argo had already drawn his curved sword. "Perhaps you don't understand me yet." Draezell extended his hand and lightly brushed it across Morros's eyes.

Morros froze.

He saw the sun engulfed by a sea of blood, and saw both Qoren and Aliandra struggling in the blood-filled waters, eventually consumed by it. He saw Sunspear devoured by roaring flames, and witnessed all the Martell family members he knew, even the illegitimate children from the brothels, howling as they sank into the blood sea. He saw the cold winds howling as the desert froze into tundra. He saw a flash of blue eyes in his vision.

"By the Seven Hells," Morros snapped back to reality, his legs buckling as he collapsed onto the ground, staring in terror at Draezell. "Devil... Devil."

"I've merely shown you a possible future, Lord," Draezell said with a smile as he bent down to look into Morros's eyes. "First, I am a blood Wizard; that is no secret. Secondly, while cursing a family to extinction is difficult, if enough people die, and enough blood is spilled, it becomes possible. I trust you don't want House Martell to vanish entirely into the sands of Dorne, do you? Lastly, that was a secret."

Draezell's low voice was like the whisper of a devil, sending a chill down Morros's spine. "Though Dorne rarely experiences true winters, the legend of eternal winter is not just an Andal tale, but one among the Rhoynar as well. Remember, this is why the Conqueror yearned to unite the Seven Kingdoms. His ambition was but one facet of it. The other, heh." Draezell's final laugh made Morros break into a cold sweat.

That night, the Dornish envoy rode swiftly out of Dragon's Nest.

The wheel of time turned.

By the end of 123 AC, the fortress city of Skyreach, at the Prince's Pass, could no longer hold out. A bolt of lightning set fire to the wooden structures of the inner city, and the blaze raged through the night. When the sun rose, Lewyn Yronwood stepped into the ruined inner city of Skyreach and personally decapitated his charred enemy, Lord Fowler.

But King Lewyn's joy was short-lived. His army stationed at the southeastern border was ambushed by the Martell forces. The young Lord Doran Gargalen made his mark in this battle, leading 200 desert riders to raid Yronwood's camp. They slew Lord Jordayne and Lewyn's illegitimate brother, reclaiming the fallen city of Godsgrace.

Enraged, Lewyn quickly marched south, engaging in a prolonged standoff with Lord Doran and Prince Qoren. No one knew how Prince Qoren, who was already in a declining position, stood up so quickly and was able to organize a large army to confront the prosperous Yronwood.

Dragon's Nest was officially completed in early 124 AC, and the Summerfield was steadily progressing. By November of that year, the luxurious Vaelarys Summer Palace was finished. Located in the Prince's Quarter of the town, the palace was entirely made of marble, decorated with purple and silver tiles, and surrounded by dense groves, Eastern-style gardens and corridors, countless fountains, and sculptures. Along with the palace, a grand cathedral and the Summer Market were also completed.

In 125 AC, the expansive walls of Summerfield were finished, and the town hall was finally completed. The entire city was still under steady construction. By the end of that year, the Castle of Strong Spirits in the BrandyPort was completed, and the harbor had been built. The massive military port of Silver Dragon Port was officially put into use at the beginning of 126 AC.

But at that moment, Draezell stood anxiously outside the cleanest room in all of Dragonstone. Valar had grown much taller, and Rey, more mature, anxiously watched the door. Rey even grabbed his older brother's hand, muttering something quietly.