The cold wind of the Crownlands cut through the sky as Kamu flew alongside Visenya Targaryen, who rode upon Vhagar. The steady beat of your dragon’s wings echoed in the air, mixing with the deep, guttural growl of Visenya’s massive green beast. Castle Stokeworth loomed ahead, its modest towers and stone walls looking insignificant beneath the shadow of the two dragons circling above. Visenya glanced at Kamu, her silver hair whipping in the wind. A smirk tugged at the corner of her lips, and a predatory gleam shone in her lilac eyes. "Have you ever seen a fortress surrender before the battle even begins?" She tilted her head downward, gesturing toward the walls where soldiers scrambled in desperation. "They know they are doomed, yet still, they try to prepare. Poor fools."