It was in the dead of night they marched, illusions making them invisible to the enemy and those who would report them, more magic absorbing the sound.

Visenya on Rhaellion and Jacaerys on Nightreaver flew above, Suvia and Starfyre falling behind and flanking their sisters.

The plan was ready.

All they had to do was win.

Then they would march on King's Landing, for Visenya's throne.

Soon, they came to Harrenhal.

Without a word, the illusions and magic dropped. They had sent word the smallfolk, letting them evacuate before the battle would happen.

And the army charged on Tywin Lannister's own army. Westerlander men and Crownlander men as well.

And Visenya's army, under the banner of House Targaryen once more. Northerns, Reachmen, Dornish, Stormlander.

And for the first time since the Dance of the Dragons in the reign of Aegon the Usurper, dragons brought back into the world of Westeros, would fight in the battle field.