#tbh it was probably against rhaenyra's wishes too but at this point sae just can't find it in her heart to care

[shadowglens]

imagining a wide shot of saella standing surrounded by fire and destruction at storm's end, the keep rising up before her in the distance. she's dressed head to toe in black and red flying leathers, any trace of her late lord husband's house colours long gone, her hair darkened with ash, her lips and features still pale and blood-shot from the poison's lingering effects. silverwing is perched on the wall above her, cutting down any lingering baratheon soldiers in the courtyard, while the silhouette of tyraxes soars overhead. the cut zooms in, focused on her back, as aeryn rushes past her with his sword drawn, screaming for borros to face them. another blast of dragonfire, more screaming. the keep doors fly open.