Aegon's Command Tent outside Oldtown

"You defeated Them!!! Thank the Gods!!!" There was look of relief on her face until he mentioned the deaths. She slowly dropped her head,"Damnit.... We have all paid a high cost for this, haven't we?" Arenya sat in her seat again,"I saw Daenya as she left, who else among you is injured?"

Sipping the Arbor wine,"I must tell you that we also had the help of the Ironborn which proved a mistake",she scoffed,"They tucked tail and ran as soon as it seems that Redwyne was gaining ground." Looking at her nephew, as he now spoke of a deal. It would seem plausible with Dragonbane and the Septon dead."Maybe... You may have some merit in that notion now. When your mother mentioned it I felt it was an act of lunacy before I came here to hear your news."

She nodded, taking another drink. "Do as you would see fit Aegon. I know you want peace, whatever transpires if you need me, I shall be there." Arenya then stood,"Please excuse me nephew, I do need to speak to Lady Velaryon about her father."

She sighed deeply,"And to see my baby brother. Azuria was Tanis' mother after all. I guess that is what she felt when we arrived here. I will have words with him, but I will stay for a while for whatever you need.""

"I understand. As I said use me as you see fit", she smiled lightly with a nod, knowing that she had the sublety of a warhammer with such things. "I will do my best with the girl."

"Get some rest Aegon, we will talk later."Arenya then left him with a small smile.

The guards let her in. Aegon is looking over a report of the injured and wounded, which he sets down when Rhaena enters. "Rhaena," He nods to his sister. "Have you taken the Citadel?"

Aegon frowned. "How did they die?" he asked.

Aegon drummed his fingers on his small camp table. The death of all the Archmaesters was not what he had been hoping to hear, though he did not blame Rhaena for it. "What of the lesser maesters?" Aegon asked. "Have they been rounded up?"

"It is our job to restore peace to that chaos," Aegon stated. He eyed Rhaena's wound. "You should have a maester look at that. I can have one of the other commanders secure the lesser maesters while you heal."

He paused for a long moment, and for a time it seemed he would not address what Rhaena had said about the High Septon. He looked at one of his battle reports, then said with an unconvincing feigned casualness, "The High Septon is dead. I killed him myself."

"The man started the bloodiest war in the history of this continent," Aegon responded firmly, "He deserved to die." He did not mention that the old man had been harmless, addled out of his wits.

"We are so different, Rhaena. Sometimes I find it hard to know your mind," Aegon admitted slowly. "I had misgivings about killing the High Septon. I was taught that a knight should protect the infirm and helpless, not slay them. But it does not matter. I did my duty. And I did not lie when I said the man earned his death through his own actions."

"Letting it go sounds so simple when you say it like that," Aegon laughed ruefully. "But maybe it is better to remember." He trailed off without elaborating.

"Looted. Not yet destroyed," Aegon answered. "I am not sure how to go about the task, to be honest. No dragon save Balerion or Vhagar has fire hot enough to melt granite, and we have already used up our wildfire stores."

"We have discovered precious little of the stuff," Aegon replied. "And with the Archmaesters dead, we should save what remains of their explosives until our own men can understand how it works. If you can devise another way, feel free to put your mind to it."