It was a quiet night at Yronwood, the land bathed in the soft glow of the moon. Haegylla Blackfyre I stood on the balcony of the ancient castle, her sharp violet eyes scanning the horizon. The rebellion was yet to fully take hold, but it was here, within the walls of this secret sanctuary, where the seeds were being sown. Aegor and the golden company had arrived in the dead of night, the Yronwoods giving them shelter in exchange for promising them more power in Dorne.

She had been resting for days, recovering from the long journey across the Narrow Sea. The Blackfyre cause had to remain discreet, and so far, the Yronwoods had honored that. Haegylla’s mind was already focused on the next move, calling to arms those who had been wronged by the King and her father's loyalists.

Just then, the door to the chamber creaked open. A voice filled the air.

"My queen" said a man in dark armor, his face grim.

Haegylla turned, her gaze locking onto him. "Speak, Ser."

"Another has come. A lord from the Reach," he said, lowering his voice. "He declares his loyalty to your cause. He asks for an audience."

She smiled, she was in need of allies, and she would welcome those who answered her call. "Send him in. I want to discuss with him personally."