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Storm Kingdom—Kingdom of the Reach Border
Battle of Summerfield
Argilac leaped like the great stag depicted in his sigil, striking fast as if he were lightning given form, and Garse could only react by raising his sword to block, and a deafening clang rang out.
The Storm King pulled back and struck again, just as fast and strong, and again, and again. Each attack pushed Garse a step back; each blow caused him to falter ever so slightly.
Garse's undoing came when he tripped on the Dondarrion knight he had killed earlier, and Argilac capitalized on the opportunity. He put all his strength into the next swing, sending Garse's sword flying away.
"No, wait." Garse appeared to be saying something, but Argilac, blinded by bloodlust, did not hear anything but the throb of his own blood. Walking over the fallen knight, the Storm King brought his sword down, biting down on dirt as Garse rolled to the left.
Swinging his sword up to Garse's face, Argilac unintentionally launched dirt and dust, blinding his enemy as the King of Reach raised his arms on instinct to block it. Argilac swung again; his sword couldn't cut through the chain mail guarding Garse's elbow, but there was a sharp crack as he broke the bone.
Garse cradled his arm with a scream and raised his eyes to meet Argilac, but all he saw was the sword thrust to his face, his life flashing before his eyes, as the cold grasp of death froze him on the spot.
His son and daughter, his wife, his kingdom, and his newborn grandson, which all came to an end when Argilac's sword made its way through his visor and brain.
Argilac pulled his sword out with a welch and Garse's corpse fell face down on the ground.
"Father!" Mern shouted, agony laced in his voice at seeing his father die.
"King Garse is dead!" Men began to scream, further demoralizing the Reach host. They dropped their weapons and ran, but Mern took his sword and charged at Argilac with a cry.
Argilac met Mern's charge, and they locked swords.
"You bastard." Mern spat out, eyes filled with hatred at his father's killer.
Argilac headbutted the new King of Reach, and when Mern stumbled back, he went for the armpit, leaving a gash and forcing him back.
"Argilac, get down!" Garrin shouted, and Argilac listened, throwing himself on the ground as a cavalry of the Reach came , barely missing Argilac before pulling Mern on his horse and galloping away.
"On your horses, run those bastards down!" Argilac ordered, searching for steed. He saw the black stallion grazing ahead, uncaring of the chaos around it.
Argilac mounted his horse and chased after the routed Reach host.
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Seeing the battle concluded in overwhelming victory, Ei saw no reason to stick around.
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Weeping Town
The sun was slowly setting, and Ei decided to inspect the Iron Works. Walking inside, she felt the difference in heat very clearly. The blacksmiths were working well; they had adapted to the complex and its inner workings very quickly, despite all their earlier reluctance.
"Princess Argella, we weren't expecting you." Aren, the senior blacksmith who was overseeing the entire operation, came running upon seeing her, panicked at the surprise inspection.
"I simply wished to see how the work was progressing, nothing more." She waved his concerns away with her hand, and the blacksmith took a deep breath.
"Ah, in that case, I am sure you will be pleased. We are only constrained by the amount of iron ore and charcoal we receive, and as you instructed, we are constantly inspecting the gears and everything else to avoid any delays and accidents." He clapped his hands, exuding an aura of pride at their work.
"Excellent, how many orders have we received so far?" A growing kingdom in a conflict would always need steel, after all.
"Too many, Princess; we are actually working overtime to meet the demand." Aren gestured to the blacksmiths working like bees in a hive.
"The workers are paid accordingly, yes?" She asked, knowing it was quite common for someone to let their greed get the better of them.
"Yes, of course, but there is a problem." Aren sounded hesitant, not wanting to cast a shadow on their progress.
"What kind?" Ei asked. Problems were unavoidable after all.
"People, merchants mostly, want to see how we produce so much. We refused, of course, but they are insistent. One even tried to bribe a blacksmith to get in, but the guards did as you said and left him alone," Aren explained, shuffling his hands. He was put in charge due to his experience as a blacksmith and knew any mistake would fall on his head.
"Who?" Ei wondered who exactly this particular spy was sent by, knowing more than one kingdom had good reasons to do it.
"Andrew, get over here!" Aren shouted over the sound of clanging hammers and shifting gears.
"Yes, Master Aren?" Andrew, passing his work to his apprentice, quickly rushed to bow to the princess before turning to his boss.
"Tell the princess about the merchant who tried to bribe you."
"He claimed to be from Braavos, but I think he was Dornish. He said if I helped him sneak inside for a quick look, he would give me a bag of silver," Andrew recalled the event. While the coin was good, he wouldn't sell his loyalty for it.
"Is he still in Weeping Town?"
"Yes, I saw him at lunch, speaking to other workers."
"Describe him to me." Ei ordered, and for a moment the blistering building felt cold.
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Addam Sand, an informant and a modest merchant hailing from Planky Town, cursed his luck for the umpteenth time when another blacksmith refused his offer to show him inside this Iron Works, as if he did not offer each one more silver than they would earn in years.
He decided to quit for today and try something different tomorrow. Slowly making his way back to the inn, his instincts, formed from years of dodging people, warned him that someone was following him, though he could not see who it was without alerting them.
Addam moved towards a blind alley he had noted in case something like this happened and hid behind a wall, waiting with his knife drawn. Listening for the footsteps and watching for the shadow, he brought the knife down on the stalker, who turned out to be a girl.
A girl with purple hair and eyes, she caught the knife with bare hands, giving him a dry look, and before Addam could understand what was happening, she struck his gut with her palm, knocking the air out of his lungs.
Addam went down on his knees, feeling as if a hammer had struck him, and struggled to breathe.
With a great heave, he finally managed, coughing and sputtering, before an iron-clad hand locked on his neck.
"Let's have a chat."
Without even giving him a chance to speak, she leaped towards the sky, dragging him along like he weighed nothing.
Addam tried to scream for help with eyes bulging in disbelief as the ground got away from him fast, but the hand around his neck did not allow it.
They kept going up, and in a couple of seconds Weeping Town was lost beneath the clouds.
Eyes filled with terror, he looked at the young girl holding him by the neck, floating like a wraith, and held onto her arm for dear life.
She let go, and Addam slipped.
Immediately landing on something solid, he held on for dear life, praying.
"Seven almighty above, protect me." He stuttered, looking around with wild eyes and shaking like a leaf in a hurricane.
"There is only one god hearing your prayers right now." She said, with an ethereal glow in her eyes.
"You, you are Princess Argella, you are a sorcerer?" Addam asked, terrified of her and of falling down.
"I am the Almighty God of Thunder and Eternity, not a sorcerer of all things." Ei would scoff if she was any less dignified. She had nothing against sorcerers, provided they did not have to commit atrocities to fuel their magic; Ei just did not appreciate being called one.
"A god?" Addam asked, not sure if he heard wrong because of how high they were.
"Yes, and you are a spy," Ei emphasized, watching the trembling man with a dispassionate gaze.
"I am a merchant, not a spy." He screamed in defiance, but she rolled her eyes, and Addam almost slipped, as what he realized was a magical platform he was standing on just shrank.
Screaming in fright, Addam scrambled back, head spinning from the height.
"It is a long way down; I am sure you will have time to regret your actions here. Alternatively, you can answer my questions, and I will let you go." Ei wouldn't usually interrogate spies, much less in this fashion, but there was a first time for everything.
"Princess Meria Martell sent me! She wanted me to see if I could figure out how your contraption worked and build one at Planky Town." He screamed, and the platform stopped shrinking, going back to its original size.
"Hmm, the one they call the Toad? Usually, I would kill anyone who sent a spy to my territory, but as you are incompetent and likely have no proof of your claims, I will refrain for now." Killing the ruler of Dorne would be a simple matter, but it also would give away her disguise, which was becoming less attractive to keep.
"Did she only send you?"
"Yes!" he screamed, and Ei was inclined to believe the terrified man. She did not take any joy in this act, but better to make him confess with fear than to let him be tortured.
"I will let you go, but if you ever set foot in this kingdom again, I won't be so merciful." To punctuate her point, an orb of purple lightning gathered on her hand.
"You are actually letting me go?" Adam sounded hesitant, watching the orb crackle with dread, still hugging the platform with all his strength.
"Afraid I would kill you to preserve my secret? My word is my bond, and even if you did tell them, what do you think will happen? You would be lucky if they did not kill you for lying." She smiled. The Dornish may lack honor, as the citizens of the Storm Kingdom claimed, but Ei definitely did not.
Addam realized she was right; if he told anyone of this, he would be branded mad at best and disposed of for lying at worst. He had no choice but to keep this to himself, the Dornish spy thought as he was slowly lowered to the ground.
When he was on solid ground again, Addam realized something. All those storms and freaky weather were most likely Argella Durrandon's doing, which meant she might, in fact, be a god.
And he had just tried to infiltrate a place she had built.
Just like a puppet with its strings cut, Addam fell on the ground, unconscious.
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Ei shook her head at watching the man faint.
She went to find Lord Tommen Whitehead's younger brother, Ser Caelan Whitehead, the commander of the guards stationed around the Iron Works, to exhort them to be more strict with security.
Seeing him sleeping while he was supposed to be guarding the perimeter, Ei's eye twitched in irritation. She was going to replace him with someone that actually respected the duty they were charged with, but for now she was stuck with him.
Kicking the leg of the chair he was leaning back on with his feet up on the table, she watched as the man scrambled to his feet in agitation.
"Who the fuck!" Caelan spat out, suddenly fully awake and ready to dish out some punishment to whoever woke him up from his nap.
"That would be me. I am listening," Ei said, watching the man bow down in apology.
"Ah, Princess. I didn't see you there."
"Of course you did not; you were sleeping when you should have been guarding the area. Consider yourself lucky I wasn't an enemy, or you would be dead now." He admonished the knight, who flushed red in embarrassment.
"I was, well, you see," he muttered, trying to come up with an excuse but failing.
"You were slacking? Don't worry, I saw it all. Now get back to work, and if I hear about one more spy trying to find their way inside the Iron Works, the only work you will be doing for the rest of your life will be to clean the stables with a spoon," Ei scolded, watching the man scramble away.
Perhaps she should open a school to teach the nobles how to actually rule or find a way to dispose of them all.
Time will tell.