The sky opened in fury.
Vharaxes and Drogon scorched the battlements. The Golden Company scattered like ants. The Iron Fleet burned under the wrath of dragonflame.
Andrew rode through the streets with the Unsullied, flames dancing at his fingertips. He spared none who wore Lannister red.
Daenerys hesitated at the Red Keep.
"The bells…" she said.
"They chose silence," Andrew whispered. "We answer."