House of The Dragon:The Rise of the Emperor of the Seven Kingdoms

Chapter 134: Chapter 133 – The Fall of White Harbor (II)

North, White Harbor.

White Harbor is located on the eastern bank of the White Knife, where the river empties into a fjord of the Bite. The city is clean and well organized, with wide, straight cobblestone streets that make walking easy. Its houses are built of whitewashed stone, with steep roofs of dark gray slate.

However, at this moment, flames were consuming part of the city. A pot of oil spun through the air and struck one of the houses, mirroring the fire in an instant. Fortunately, the city was mostly made of stone, so the damage caused by fire was minimal, but that was only for the houses.

The people, frightened by the flames and smoke, were now screaming in panic as everyone ran away from the fire and smoke. Some poor souls fell to the ground and were killed, trampled by the crowd. No one paid them any attention and simply fled in panic.

Theomore Manderly, Lord of White Harbor, Warden of the White Knife, Shield of the Faith, Defender of the Dispossessed, Lord Marshal of the Mander, and Knight of the Order of the Green Hand, stood upon the city walls shouting orders to the soldiers.

“FIRE!!!!” At the Lord Marshal’s command, flaming arrows rained down upon the ships besieging the city by sea.

Looking at the vast number of ships before him, aged Theomore had gone rather pale. He was an eighty-year-old man, experienced, and the only lord in the entire North who truly knew how to command a fleet of ships in war, but that was exactly why he knew he was doomed.

Before him were at least eighty or a hundred warships!

It was a fleet so vast it would send chills through anyone who saw it. Logically, such a number of ships should have been spotted by the scout boats, but there had been no word until the Braavosi fleet was already right upon White Harbor.

But seeing the size of the fleet, Theomore understood why there had been no news from the scouts; no boat could have escaped a fleet that size.

“Has the raven already been sent to King’s Landing, Dragonstone, and Harrenhal?” Theomore asked the soldier beside him, one of his many nephews who had stayed in White Harbor to protect the city from any attack.

Theomore hoped the raven would reach Harrenhal, the place closest to White Harbor at that moment. Princess Gael had a grown dragon and could help defend the city. Unfortunately, Theomore did not know that Gael was in King’s Landing at that time.

“Yes, Uncle, but it takes half a day or more for the raven to arrive, not to mention the wait for Princess Gael to get here. I daresay we’ll have reinforcements in about a day and a half.” Warrick Manderly replied in a tone full of regret.

A day and a half. Looking at the massive fleet before him, Theomore felt despair. They had no way to defend the city; not even the walls would stop the enemy from landing on the shore and attacking the city.

“Even if White Harbor falls, I will take half their army down with me!” Taking a deep breath, Theomore drew his sword and spoke to his nephew.

“Warrick, split the troops through the city’s narrow streets. We’ll use the city as a battlefield and turn that into our advantage.” Despite being eighty years old, Theomore was a determined man, still full of vigor.

It was no wonder the Manderly family was famous for having such a great number of descendants. When he was a middle-aged man, widowed, handsome, elegant, and courteous, even Queen Alysanne had wanted to marry off her most beautiful daughter, Viserra, to Theomore.

“Yes, Uncle!” Warrick replied loudly as he put on his helmet. There was nothing but determination on the twenty-year-old’s face.

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One day later

White Harbor no longer looked as prosperous as before. The streets were stained with blood and corpses. Even so, House Manderly’s army formed shield walls in the narrow, tight streets. The smell of blood hung in the air alongside the salty scent of the sea.

On one of the most important streets of White Harbor, the one leading to House Manderly’s castle, New Castle, three hundred men bravely held back the Braavosi army from advancing. Behind them, a pile of corpses could be seen, lying on the ground. They were the friends, brothers, and fathers of the three hundred men protecting the castle.

Theomore could be seen wearing his blood-stained armor; the helmet on his head had a dent from an arrow, showing that the helmet had saved his life at least once in this battle.

Taking a deep breath, Theomore looked at Warrick, dead, with an arrow through his eye, and could not help but show a sorrowful expression. Of all his nephews and sons, Warrick had been the most talented with a sword. Besides that, he had been a good-hearted boy who would even help the common people when they needed it.

And yet, that same boy now lay dead on the cold ground after shielding him from an arrow.

Turning back to look at the three hundred exhausted men before him, Theomore rose after regaining a bit of his strength and shouted at the top of his lungs.

“MEN, DO NOT GIVE UP!!!!”

“OUR REINFORCEMENTS ARE COMING, PRINCESS GAEL, THE WINTER CHILD, IS COMING WITH THE MIGHTY DRAGON DREAMFYRE!!!!”

(Note: Gael is called the Winter Child for having been born in winter.)

Theomore’s words raised the army’s morale in an instant. Even without knowing how powerful Dreamfyre was, the word “dragon” represented the peak of strength in the world. That was enough to lift the army’s morale.

“LET’S KILL THESE FILTHY BASTARDS!!!”

“DEATH TO BRAAVOS!!!”

“THE PRINCESS IS COMING, YOU SONS OF BITCHES, YOU’RE GOING TO BE BARBECUE!!!”

The men roared as they pressed the shield wall against the Braavosi army that had invaded the city. They used spears to run through any Braavosi soldier standing before them.

Theomore was no different; he grabbed a spear from the ground and began skewering any fool who stood before him. As he had said before, he would die before he let Braavos take the city without suffering substantial damage.

On the other side, the Sea Lord’s Admiral of Braavos, Luke Algarsy, stared furiously at the city that had held out an entire day!

He could already imagine that, upon returning to Braavos, he would be reprimanded before the entire noble class of Braavos. He had failed to take a city as small as White Harbor, even with several times the number of soldiers and ships as the enemy.

To make matters worse, he knew he could not stay long, for he knew a dragonrider could arrive at any moment. Fortunately, the nearest dragonrider was in Dragonstone. Even if the dragon flew at full speed, it would take at least two days to reach White Harbor.

Luke did not know the true speed a dragon could reach. But that was not his fault; only House Targaryen, who possessed dragons, truly knew the real power of dragons.

As for the shouts of the enemy soldiers, he could speak the common tongue but was not fluent in it. Combined with the speed and the chorus of voices, it was hard to make anything out. But he simply assumed they were taunts and insults, which was normal in a war.

Anyone else could only estimate a dragon’s speed based on the stories they had heard before.

Looking at the shield wall before him, Luke wore a cold expression and spoke loudly.

“WHOEVER KILLS AN ENEMY SOLDIER WILL RECEIVE ONE HUNDRED GOLD COINS!!!” As soon as Luke’s voice spread, the eyes of the Braavosi soldiers turned red. One hundred gold coins were enough for a family to live comfortably and worry-free for years.

Combined with the mad excitement of the battlefield, these men turned into true animals who knew nothing but killing, all while smiling cruelly.

“KILL!!!!”

“KILL THEM ALL!!!”

“LONG LIVE BRAAVOS!!!”

The soldiers screamed at the top of their lungs and charged against the shield wall, trampling over the bodies of their own comrades. They did not seem to care and pressed forward without looking down.

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