The Citadel

After entering the city with the men she had rounded up, Rhaena approached the citadel at their head, her bow ready to aid any men who were already fighting there in the battle, if it still went on. She had given the order to spare as many Maesters as possible, and especially the Archmaesters, as the realm would have need of them.

Rhaena sighed and turned to the men she was with, "Stop anyone from damaging the citadel anymore, the realm needs to knowldege here and the Maesters, and it will be impossible to replace." she told them, hoping that they would see the logic of it and do as she said.

She headed into the building, herself with a few of the men, intent on stopping anyone from destroying more of it than necessary, and also keen on finding any of the Archmaesters as she went, she assumed they would congregate, asking soldiers as she went if they had heard anything of their location.

Rhaena took a second to take in the information and then cursed crudely, and turned looked at one of the men she had brought with her.

"Get as many men as you can and try and put out that fire, we need to save as much of the knowledge here as we can," she informed him, before sending him on his way.

She turned back to the commander, "Take me to the conclave," she told him, assuming he knew the way if he had found out it was barred, on the way looking for anything that could be used as a battering ram, if negotiations fell through.

Rhaena approached the door that the arch masters were supposedly behind, and stood a few feet from it, "This is Rhaena Targaryen. The city has been taken and you have no chance. Exit now and we shall be lenient," she informed whoever may be listening through the doors, looking round briefly to see how the work on the pillar was going.

Rhaena waited a second longer for an answer that never came and then put her bow so it rested securely over one of her shoulders. "We shall have to let ourselves in," She commented, and moved to take a place on the pillar herself, to help with the battering.

"On my count, we'll begin," she took a good grip and bent her knees before the door, "three... Two... One, now" she said and pushed forward with the pillar, getting as much momentum up as she could. She continued to give counts to push against the door, until it gave way, or it was clear it was not going to budge.

Rhaena felt her stomach turn at the smell, but entered the room.

"Take their heads, they wanted to die traitors, their heads can decorate the city walls," she ordered, stepping to none herself and trying to hack his head off herself with her sword.

After that she turned to the commander and told him to take her to the library, to see if anything there could be salvaged.

She knew she would need to have to look at some point to see what had been destroyed, they must have inventoried them, or something, but she glad the majority had been salvaged, it would be awful bothersome to lose such important things.

She thanked the commander and overseeing the men decapitating the rest of the arch maestros, she asked for direction to the rookery where the ravens were kept, and looked for any maester along the way to help her send it.

After finding her way there, Maester in tow, she wrote a letter to King's Landing, informing them of the victory at the siege of Oldtown, and informing them that Ser Hector had been slain. She used a wait raven, proof that it had come from the citadel. As soon as she sent that, she went back to the camp, to finally rest her injured leg.

The library still smelled of smoke, the leather-bound books having absorbed the scent. The ceiling was blackened by the smoke from the book burning the archmaesters had commanded, a scorch mark in the middle of the floor all the remained of the texts seen as too dangerous to fall into Targaryen hands.

She finds the section on construction easily enough, tomes on architectural styles from all over the known world. Only a few had been destroyed by the smoke.

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OOC = this takes place after Rhaena's search

Rhaella sat in the library looking over the casualty figures and various other documents regarding taxes that were to be levied on the city and visiting merchants. She had elected to remain in the city as its commander while Aemon reported to the king and went to Dragonstone to claim a new mount. Hopefully Aemon would be well enough to take up his lord's duties by the time he returned south.

Rheena was cursing the lack of books that looked as if they could help her, but noticed her mother before she could try and sift through the very few books that remained.

"Your grace," Rhaena said, approaching her mother and giving a slight curtsey, "May I have a word with you about the Starry Sept, if now is a convenient time," she waited a second for a refusal, and then pressed on, "Seeing as Tyraxes isn't big enough to make it into rubble, there is no dragon here that can melt marble, and I have spent much time looking through books on a way to destroy it with no luck, I was thinking of having prisoners manually dismantle it. It would be a fitting show of battering any remaining morale in those who perhaps have no come around to our room, sends more of a message to the people." She spoke as someone who had been awake for a long time, with very tired eyes. "And then we could use the blocks to the betterment of the capital, no sense wasting such good stone here, if we could ship it to King's Landing?" she said, finishing her suggestion. She asked Rhaella, as Aemon was not likely to return for some time.

"I am glad you agree." she said, smiling widely, glad that things could proceed now and that she may be able to return home, "Should I make arrangements, or would you prefer me leave that to you?" she said, not sure with how much authority she could speak.

Rhaena nodded at the praise but didn't let it overwhelm her, though the idea of pleasing her parents made her happy. "Would you mind if I did not stay until it is fully taken down?" she asked, knowing that would take some time, and she longed to leave.