Chapter 436: The Soft-hearted Policy


    Rhaegar''s attention was drawn to a faint, piercing scream.


    "Hena!"


    He recognized the sound; it came from Hena''s dragon patrol area. She must have encountered another enemy force.


    ncing down, he saw the battlefield littered with the bodies of fallen mercenaries, their armor and weapons scattered like debris.


    "Cannibal, more fire," Rhaegarmanded, patting the dragon''s back.


    "Roar!"


    The Cannibal swooped down, unleashing a torrent of Dragonfire along the road, creating an impassable barrier of mes. The panicked mercenaries, caught mid-escape, were forced back by the searing heat.


    "Charge!" Ormund bellowed, leading the cavalry charge.


    On the ridge, the doors of two arrow towers burst open, and over 300 armed soldiers poured out, intercepting the mercenaries attempting to scale the mountain.


    With coordinated efforts from both nks, the mercenaries on the mountain and those below were swiftly annihted.


    "Cannibal, let''s go!" Rhaegar ordered, not sparing a nce backward. Confident in their victory, he directed his dragon skyward.


    In the open sea, dragons might face threats, but in a confined ce like The Prince''s Pass, nked by mountains, it was a deathtrap for any intruding force. No matter how many soldiers entered, they were doomed.


    "Roar!"


    The Cannibal shook its head proudly, pping its wings and soaring high into the sky, heading toward the other end of the road.


    ...


    The Other Side


    A small fortress stood nestled in the mountain, strategically built into a narrow passageway. The fortress was divided into two parts. One part, the tower, was embedded in the mountain, its shape resembling an upside-down bowl. On the other side, a stone wall extended about ten feet high, connecting to the opposite mountain side. The wall, pierced with loopholes, had a thick iron gate at its center—a typical fortified pass.


    "Roar..."


    The dragon''s roar echoed as orange and light blue Dragonfire pounded the city walls.


    "Crossbow bolts! Aim quickly!"


    "Put out the oil, don''t let it catch fire!"


    Inside the walls, hundreds of mercenaries screamed in terror, their hands trembling as they held three-barrel crossbows.


    The pale blue dragon gracefully circled, setting the walls aze, then turned its fiery wrath on the mountain towers.


    "Dracarys!" Hena''s face was stern as she watched.


    Dreamfyre snorted, unleashing a torrent of Dragonfire that ignited the heavy wooden gate.


    Whoosh! Whoosh!


    Arrows shot from the tower''s firing holes, aiming for the dragon in midair.


    "Roar..."


    Dreamfyre pped its wings, ascending, allowing the arrows to strike its chest and belly, scattering sparks. With scales as tough as steel tes, the damage from ordinary arrows was negligible.


    "Dreamfyre, don''t let them get away," Henamanded, her eyes fixed on the mercenaries fleeing the city walls.


    "Run! Run deep into the mountains!"


    "The crossbow bolts are useless. Run!"


    The tower gate was breached, and a group of mercenaries poured out, ignoring the Dragonfire at the gate. At a nce, there were no fewer than a thousand of them.


    Hena frowned, urging Dreamfyre to pursue them. The mercenaries and Dornish soldiers had broken into the fortress and were now waiting for reinforcements and siege equipment. The inclusion of refugees added to their numbers, aiding their assault on The Reach.


    "Roar..."


    Dreamfyre''s pupils were cold as he pursued the fleeing mercenaries, burning them with dragonfire. Though many were reduced to ashes, there always seemed to be more.


    Hena watched anxiously, determined to let none escape.


    "Roar!"


    Cannibal flew in swiftly, its massive body streaking across the barren red mountains like a dark meteor.


    "Dracarys!" Rhaegarmanded, his gaze merciless as he saw the enemies scattering below.


    Cannibal''s green pupils gleamed with cunning as its wings spread wide, gliding along the mountainsides.


    Boom!


    Dark green dragonfire erupted, scorching the mountains and consuming the mercenaries who tried to climb.


    The Prince''s Pass filled with the endless wails and screams of the doomed invaders.


    ...


    Nightfall.


    The Reach army had entered the Prince''s Pass, reiming one fallen stronghold after another.


    At the rear, in Nightsong, a council convened.


    "The raven has delivered messages to ckhaven and the Stornds. The front line must be held at all costs," Rhaegar dered, tapping his fingers on the table. "Five thousand men from the Westends and the Rivends will be assembled at the Prince''s Pce."


    "Yes, Prince."


    "The Reach''s coalition forces have broken through The Prince''s Pass. We must take the Boneway and the Greenblood River. Dorne will be split into three battlefields," Rhaegar continued, his expression solemn as he analyzed the battle situation.


    The Prince''s Pass and the Boneway hid mercenaries from overseas and tens of thousands of homeless refugees. The Reach forces would upy the entrance and the first half of the Prince''s Pass with the strategic goal of taking Dorne.


    At the end of the Prince''s Passy the castle of Kingsgrave. The exit led to the impregnable fortress of Skyreach. House Fowler of Skyreach, descendants of the First Men and one of the most powerful and noble lords in Dorne, held many titles, including "Lord of the Great Road" and "Guardian of the Prince''s Pass."


    Alongside House Yronwood, known as the "Bloodroyals" and "Wardens of the Stone Way," they were the most powerful vassals under House Martell.


    Donald suggested, "Prince, we have two unstoppable dragons. We can attack Kingsgrave and then assault Skyreach."


    Hena, listening intently, perked up and nodded eagerly.


    Rhaegar thought for a moment and said, "Breaking into the city is not a problem." Thebined strength of Cannibal and Dreamfyre was undeniable, even more powerful than Caraxes and Meleys beyond the Narrow Sea.


    Rhaegar''s finger rested on a fortress on the sand table. "There are tens of thousands of refugees here, blocking the army''s path."


    "Send troops to drive them away," Ormund suggested nonchntly.


    "Who would even look at a few refugees?"


    Rhaegar shook his head. "The number of refugees is immense. Driving them away recklessly would be counterproductive. It would be no different from killing them all."


    With discerning eyes, he saw another solution.


    Ormund smiled sardonically. "What should we do then, kill them all?"


    The sheer number of refugees, many from Dorne, made the task daunting. ording to the traditions of Westeros, knights were supposed to protect the weak and helpless, not massacre civilians.


    "No, I don''t want to repeat the events of the First Dorne War," Rhaegar shook his head again.


    Dorne was an extraordinarynd. The native Dornish were not distinguished, resembling the short, dark-skinned Dornishmenof the Red Mountains. It was not until the Queen of the Rhoynar Warriors, Nymeria, crossed the sea that the Rhoynar bloodline was integrated into Dorne.


    The Rhoynar had once faced the ancient freehold of Valyria in Essos. During the Rhoyne War, Rhoynar water wizards manipted the river and killed three dragon riders. In retaliation, the Freehold sent 300 dragon riders, devastating the Rhoynar forces.


    The Rhoynar fought valiantly, with Garin the Great calling on 250,000 men. However, the 300 dragons proved unstoppable, burning the Rhoyne River dry and ughtering the Rhoynar forces. Garin the Great was captured and caged, forced to watch his people''s massacre.


    After this defeat, Nymeria led the remaining Rhoynar across the sea to escape the Freehold''s pursuit. To this day, the people of Dorne inherited the Rhoynar''s spirit of resistance, fearlessly facing death and war, and defending their territory to the end.


    Rhaegar sighed softly and murmured, "If the other six kingdoms had been as resolute as Dorne, the conquerors would never have set foot in ckwater Bay."


    Unlike the other kingdoms, which either fractured internally or sumbed to the dragons, Dorne stood unyielding.


    "To conquer and, you can''t rely solely on brute force," Rhaegar said sincerely. As a Targaryen and the rightful heir to the Iron Throne, he understood theplexities of rulership. "Dorne must be mine, but killing alone won''t secure it. A blend of kindness and wisdom is essential."


    Closing his eyes, Rhaegar hesitated over his decision. Hena, watching from the side, quietly took his hand and rested her head on his arm. The weight of aplishing what past conquerors could not was immense.


    Ormund, his eyes darting anxiously, urged, "Prince, we must deploy our troops immediately. Perhaps we should drive the refugees toward Kingsgrave."


    Rhaegar opened his eyes and asked, "If someone is starving and knows there is food ahead, why would they turn back?"


    "If we don''t drive them out, our army won''t be able to advance without constant harassment."


    "But we can''t just drive them away," Rhaegar replied, taking a deep breath. Determined, he said, "Provide food for the refugees, designate a ce for them to stay, and assign someone to watch over them."


    "What?" Ormund''s voice rose in disbelief. "These people are from Dorne, and Lord Tyrell has just been murdered!"


    Noble honor might keep them from ughtering refugees, but it didn''t mean they would treat them withpassion. Dorne had rebelled; providing aid seemed inconceivable.


    "Lord Ormund, please remain calm," Hena interjected, her face wrinkling with concern as she stood protectively in front of Rhaegar. "If my brother has decided this, he has his reasons."


    Ormund''s face flushed with frustration, but he looked away, unable to argue further.


    Rhaegar remained patient, exining, "Dorne must pay for its rebellion. With Lord Tyrell''s assassination, Dorne and House Martell will face blood and fire!"


    Realistically, Rhaegar knew the immediate priorities were attacking Dorne and avenging the old Tyrells.


    Ormund''s expression brightened slightly at this, and Donald and the others sighed in relief, fearing the heir prince might abandon revenge.


    Rhaegar continued, "We will attack both Kingsgrave and the capital, but we must not ughter or drive away the refugees. Treating them well may yield unexpected benefits."


    If one approach fails, try another. Reflecting on history, Rhaegar recalled how Aegon the Conqueror''s pride led to significant losses during the First Dorne War,rgely due to the resilientmon folk of Dorne. He understood the multifaceted reasons behind the failure to conquer Dorne.


    The Iron Throne had ruled Westeros for over a hundred years, and the support from the other six kingdoms was no longer an issue. With more than a dozen dragons at theirmand, the Targaryens were formidable.


    Rhaegar outlined his n: Conquer House Martell, dismantle the rebellious Dornish strongholds, and appease themon people of Dorne. These steps, though not necessarily in order, are key to conquering thisnd.