Windwyrm

Aegon's breath was labored now, but he could not stop attacking. He had given her a chance at trust before and she had used it to stab his back, and he could not relent until her blade was on the ground. Instead he raised his voice and shouted again for guards.

Round 5

Even in the midst of battle, with his King and Queen engaged in combat, Ser Olyvar kept his head. He called to the two guards "Seize the Queen!" The two guards immediately rushed to do his bidding, while Ser Olyvar renewed his own efforts to grab Rhaena. Despite being outnumbered, Rhaena is fast. Adrenaline pushes her forward as she strikes at Aegon, aiming for his throat. But one of the guards attempts to catch her arm as she does so and her strike goes wide, catching Aegon's face, though the guard fails to get a hold on Rhaena. Blood wells as she slices across the cheekbone. The second guard, is particularly unlucky as Aegon's axe, pushed aside, inadvertently catches him in the thigh while Rhaena strikes her blow. The guard falls back, cursing, stumbles, and falls to the ground. Meanwhile, Ser Olyvar likewise fails to grab Rhaena.

(Aegon takes a small wound)

Guard 2 is now out of the fight. Post actions please.

Aegon could recognize that he was weakening, that no matter how he fought against it the blood loss was causing him to make mistakes, even striking his own man. He could not do this alone. And his Kingsguard refused to use his sword. Had the man turned traitor too? Had Rhaena gotten to him somehow? Perhaps actually seeing Rhaena wound him could cause a difference. "Webber," Aegon rasped, his lungs on fire, "Use your sword."

Aegon himself feinted high and then attacked low with a cut at Rhaena's leg. If he managed to score a blow, he would use the opportunity to step away from the fight and into the hall if possible.

[Noteworthy Axe + Valyrian Steel]

Too much blood. Far too much blood. Aegon had never been this wounded, not even when he had nearly died in Lannisport or had been poisoned in Volantis. And yet he raised his axe yet again, summoning the last reserves of his strength as he swung at Rhaena. He had given her his trust, her and Aemy and Maekar, and this was to be his reward. Even Elsey, poor sweet Elsey who he had never stopped loving, had betrayed him before the end. Aegon had believed in a world where honor and justice and love could reign, but now there was only bitterness in his heart. And so he began what he intended to be his final prayer. His lips moved but the words were mostly inaudible over the clash of steel and moans of the wounded guards. "Stranger Above, let my death be an offering. When you take me to your deepest hell, let me see the faces of my family."

Round 7

The habit of obedience is indoctrinated deep into the Dragonstone guards, both of whom remembered Rhaena as a girl. Her shout makes them them hesitate before they strike, particular as one of them was himself a father and could not bear the thought of a father trying to slay his own child. Their hesitation grants Rhaena the freedom to thrust at Aegon's throat, but the necessity to dodge away from Ser Olyvar means that she instead slashes a deep cut from his shoulder to his waist. His clothing rips and blood streams down Aegon's chest. A glint of bone is visible.

(Heavy hit to Aegon)

"No one is listening!" Rhaena yelled now, more than angry at his refusal to just die. She snarled herself, as blood from both his wound and his mouth painted her green scale armour red. She dislodged her sword, swung around in a circle and tried to sever Aegon's head from his shoulders, swinging her sword round as hard as she could to try and do the damage.

(Apprentice Long Blades.)

Rhaena cursed as the sword slit open her thigh through her armour, by the looks of it, in the exact same place she had her thigh slashed open by the Dragonbane at the battle of Oldtown, the place seemed to be her weak point.

"You are beseeching the wrong person for mercy right now," Rhaena said, steel in her tone and fire in her eyes, probably looking frightful with her brothers blood soaking her, making chunks of her silver hair red, her eyes white and purple pools in a sea of red. "I am the eldest living, legitimate child of King Maegor, second of his name. Uphold your oath and drop your sword, Kingsguard."

She could feel the blood dripping down her leg.

(Apprentice Long Blades, if required.)

"I was queen the second my father's breath left his body," Rhaena said, thinking herself Maegor's true heir. Her mother had said so, Trajan had said so, even Maekar had said it in a round about way. Maekar. After all the killing, now was perhaps the time to try for a less red route.

"Put that head down on the desk." She said to the guard who held the head and walked over to it herself. She looked at the two of them, plus the other two who were on the floor, injured. "Summon my family here. All of them. Just tell them they have been summoned to the Windwrym." she told one of them who was still able to walk and looked to the other one, "You. Go and fetch the other Kingsguard, and tell him to come here also." She was not even sure if there were any more on Dragonstone.

"Ser Olyvar, you stay here." she instructed, looking at the Kingsguard, "Take up your sword again, knight, and guard your Queen." She had thought about Webber, and in all honesty, she needed someone like kingsguard around, especially now she had done this. If he had wanted to carry on trying to harm her, he would have done so, and it seemed as if he had not seen Aegon was dead. She could always deal with him later if she had to, but she knew Webber, had known him for the eight years he had served, and did not think he would turn on her.

"Go." she ordered the other guards who were still in the room, injured or otherwise.

She walked across the room, and retrieved her bow, wiping it lovingly before replacing it on her shoulder.

"The truth. Aegon attacked me and our child when I told him of his lovers death." She said to the Kingsguard, She glanced down at her leg, which was still bleeding quite badly, but did not act on it just yet. Let the pain ground her. She didn't bother wiping her face, or cleaning of the blood she could already feel start to dry.

Rhaena looked at Aegon's head and closed his eyes before looking away.

"Get on your feet." Rhaena ordered the recently arrived Kingsguard, her voice not loud, but akin to thunder nevertheless violet eyes boring into him from amid the red of the blood on her face. "That my father appointed such a display," said, her tone speaking of her incredulity.

Her eyes moved to Laena without moving her head, and went back to looking forward as she approached, knowing how much her grandmother loved them all, even the ones whose life choices she did not approve of. At her grandmother's request, she nodded once, looking at the door, partially to be aware if anyone came in who was not of a kneeling inclination. She didn't trust herself to speak right now in anything but an iron tone, as if she let it soften she might lose it forever.

She sat back further on the desk and raised her wounded leg slightly, it hurt, even doing that, but she didn't let it show on her face, she didn't want any weakness to come out.

Rhaena gave Moore a sharp look also. Perhaps she should invest in a complete new Kingsguard.

Rhaena was quiet for a while as they waited for others to arrive, "Do you think it will heal well?" Rhaena asked Laena when she had inspected it. She glanced at Webber and turned so he could not see her face and hopefully could not here her as she whispered. "I did not have a choice, Grandmother."