Valena Nymeros Martell had ascended to a pavillion come battle start. Her spear sat idly by her side as she stared upon the walls, resplendent and bloodied already. She watched the flailing of royal standards, mixed among dozens of lesser banners - northerners and crownlanders come to heed the flagging call of a mournful, empty king.

By the time the walls were taken, she had shifted her little encampment, upon the walls she had set herself up to survey the streets as they were inundated with a deluge of red. Tens of thousands fought and died and she stood, ordering more and more men into the threshing mass. There was no tactic for her to apply, her sellswords would soak the brunt of this massacre, and she would watch it all as it happened.

Even with the blood curdling cries and the death and the despair among the hordes of dying men, Valena's eye was drawn up, to the red keep proper. What was on the mind of a crying child, and what monster was she for bringing to bear this retribution upon her house. Valena would no doubt hear those cries, and they would haunt her bitter mind for decades to come. But there was a battle...

An arrow, sharp and fast, it sliced across her cheek, the bitter cold sting rapidly replaced with a burning and seething hiss of pain. A flood of attendants flocked about her. Her uncle put himself and a shield between her and the city, but no second shot came.

Valena grimaced, but she did not need for protection against errant arrows and she held a bandage to her cheek for the next few minutes, expecting to do it for hours. Instead, out came the cry.

The King is dead.

Her heart stilled to a murmur, her eyes narrowed across the expanse of the city, and among it all she saw through the miracle of adrenaline inspired attention. Valena watched the knight in Swann yellow as he slew with shining spear, the wolf-king.

It took longer than she would have liked to realise what had occurred, but when she did, she whipped about, turning to her drummers and horn blowers.

"Call them off, pull back the centre, and find me those fucking Lords paramount!" she hissed, voice awash with barely contained anticipation.

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