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House of The Dragon-A God Amongst Men: Chapter 116: The Storm II
🕑 Added 2025-03-25 01:21:43 +0000 UTC(Third Person POV)
[Sunspear, Dorne]
Prince Oren Martell walked into a room, "What is going on?" He said, "Why am I getting reports about a massive storm tearing through the land?!"
One of his advisors looked at him, "Prince Oren." He said, "It is unheard of! A massive storm like no other has suddenly hit Dorne. For days, it has been laying devastation through the entire land! It has only left several hours of calm before it picks back up. Most of the northern region is flooded...."
Oren scowled, "What could this....be...?!"
"Brother." a woman said as she was sitting down in a couch, "This could be an omen."
He looked at her; a woman with black hair and black eyes, having tanned skin. She wore an orange dress that was tight enough to display her slim yet curvy body. She was beautiful, a sight to behold.
"Omen?" Oren asked, "What the hell do you mean?!"
"Your constant attempts in trying to deal with the monster known as Drakken." The woman said, "This could be the consequences of that. Your desire to defy the Targaryens has brought this upon us."
"Quiet, Elia...." Oren said, "This could be some sort of phenomenon."
"T-That is not it, Prince Oren." the advisor said, "We have received word that after the tempest.....the Duskguard have been spotted, assaulting the recovering castles and seizing them."
Oren widened his eyes, "N-No, you cannot mean..."
Elia Martell smirked slightly, "It appears I am correct." She said, "Drakken has made his move. You angered him with that stunt from two years ago. I hear we have Maegelle Targaryen to thank, sparing us for two years, that is."
Oren scowled, "You stupid girl." He spat, "You will not speak on this."
Suddenly, the sound of thunder was heard, which caused him to jump up.
His advisors all looked up, hearing the crackling of thunder resound throughout the air.
"It cannot be...." one of them said, "The storm is here???"
Oren then barged out the room, followed by the men inside. Elia slowly stood up and began to walk behind the group, a slight smile on her face.
They all reached a courtyard outside the castle, looking up to the sky, seeing that there were dark clouds in the sky.
"Tch...." Oren said, "Storm clouds...."
"They do not seem that close, but the thunder is loud...." one of his men said, "This is not good...if that tempest hits us, it could be devastating."
Oren began to bite his fingernails, anxiety filling his body. For a long time, he had been pestering House Drakkengard, making offers to Drakken in order to establish a permanent alliance with him. For years, Drakken has refused his offers.
And two years ago, Oren declared war on the Targaryens, on behalf of the Targaryens. This clearly angered Drakken and when Baelon descended upon Dorne with Vhagar, The Prince of Dorne retreated with his tail between his legs. Drakken had sent him a warning, the severed heads of several innocent men and women, telling Oren to never try to defy him.
"This cannot be good...." He said, "This..."
"This is your fault, brother." Elia said with a sigh, "You have brought a cataclysm upon our land. I do wonder, how Drakken has conjured up a massive storm like this...."
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[Near Godsgrace]
Drakken sat atop a crate, on a hill overlooking a flooded settlement that was left to ruin by the storm. Above him, the skies were covered in clouds as it rained. While it was not as hard and powerful as it was before, it was quite clear that the tempest had been through just recently.
He had a slight smirk on his face, "Isn't this quite spectacular?" He said as he was holding some rocks in his hand, "Such power....a living calamity...."
There was thunder booming throughout the sky, lightning crackling in the clouds as the roar of the Storm God was prominent.
He looked over to the side, seeing members of the Duskguard rounding up people, survivors of the Tempest. He watched as several of them began to impale them with spears, killing them. There were nothing but screams of horror as this happened.
Drakken was surprised that the Tempest had ran through the majority of Dorne so quickly. Before he set the Storm God upon Dorne, the Duskguard had already mobilized outside of Dorne's borders, waiting for Wyl to be devastated quickly. Drakken and the Duskguard then stormed Wyl and annihilated the majority of the House, leaving just a few dozen survivors.
Now, the Storm God had moved near Godsgrace, being closer to Sunspear than Drakken anticipated. Despite this, The Duskguard was able to keep up with the devastation, cleaning up any straggling army or innocents. This was a clear message he wanted to send the Prince of Dorne, a punishment for their actions two years ago.
Drakken looked up and inhaled, taking in the scent of rain, "Ah....."
"My Lord." A voice said
He looked to the side, seeing Mya walking up to him as she held Riktor's hand. The boy lord was looking around with awe, being taken aback by the sight of the storm and onslaught.
"My son." Drakken said with a smirk, "What do you think?"
"......Rain...." He said simply
Drakken nodded, "Yes." He said, "Rain."
Mya looked up at the sky, "The Storm God." She said, "It is far more powerful than we anticipated."
"You are correct about that." Drakken said, "It is magnificent....it is beautiful....."
"It is far deadlier than the Guardian." Mya said with a serious frown, "I do not know how I feel about it."
"Feel how you want." Drakken said as he stood up, "It is perfect! It has devastated the land!! A perfect weapon!!"
Suddenly, they both heard the sound of a dragon's roar.
Drakken frowned and looked up to see the massive figure of Vhagar flying towards them under the storm clouds.
"What in the hells..." Drakken said, "It has been a few days since the Tempest started, how did this on find out this quickly?"
"Perhaps the Queen anticipated this." Mya said with a serious look, "She overstayed her welcome in Harrenhal, began to ask too many questions. Someone talked....I will have them strung up and flayed, worry not..."
"It was Maegelle." Drakken said with a scowl, "She told the Queen...."
"You must reprimand her." Mya said, "You do not have plans to kill Baelon Targaryen yet."
As Vhagar got closer, Drakken looked at his son, "Riktor." He said seriously, "Watch."
Riktor looked at him with a confused look, "Eh?"
"This is what you will do one day." Drakken told him,
"Tormenting a Targaryen."
