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"Your place is back on the rocks you were born, queen of kelp and salt," Jaehaerys answered. He coolly crossed his arms as he regarded the Greyjoys. "I could ask the same of you, watching your men die while you sit behind. I've already put a torch to your fleet and my coat is well coated with the ashes of your ships."
He snorted at Tessa's remark. Sure, it was obvious that Jaehaerys was an ambitious Targaryen, but unlike Tessa, he didn't pave his way to power through blood. Yet. But, he had shown Westeros what he was capable of, and it was at their discretion that they allowed him to hold the title of Warden. "Perhaps, I might be, but Westerosi seem to prefer to side with a stain than with a pack of rapists and murderers." He looked over towards his sister and Ace, giving them both nods of thanks for their support.
Jaehaerys raised a fist, signalling for the engineers working at the trebuchets to winch back their load. The groan of straining rope and wood echoed from behind them as the long arm of the trebuchet was pulled back. "Ironborn, I will give you until sunrise to vacate the city. If you are not gone by then, this siege is to your deaths. I will personally oversee the execution of every Ironborn in the city and hunt you back to your islands to take the war there."
It was not an empty threat. The Ironborn had always pestered the whole of Westeros like a parasitic fly on the healthy body of the Seven Kingdoms. It was time to pluck it off and crush it, especially after this bold move showed that they could be dangerous.