The storm raged around Storm's End, the wind howling through the air and the rain lashing against the stone walls of the castle. Lightning split the sky as thunder rumbled, adding to the tension between the armies. Outside the castle gates, Argella Durrandon stood tall, her cloak whipping around her, her eyes set on the Conqueror's forces gathered in the fields infront of the castle.

Queen Rhaenys soared high above on Meraxes, her dragon circling in the darkened sky, a silent reminder of the threat looming above.

Argella's gaze never wavered as the army's commander, dismounted his horse and approached her through the rain. The distant sound of the dragon's wings and the fluttering banners of the Red Dragon only heightened the tension.

"You are wasting your time," Argella called out, her voice clear despite the storm. "You may take my castle, but you will win only bones and blood and ashes." She lifted her chin defiantly, her eyes never leaving him. "I will not surrender. Let your flames come, for they will be all that is left of my kingdom."

The wind howled louder, but her words rang true—unyielding, proud, and resolute as the very storm that raged around them.