Only a few days had passed since Stannis's defeat and death, yet all of Blackwater Bay had already changed its colors.
The Valyrians of Driftmark, the Celtigars of Claw Isle, even some minor lords of Crackclaw Point, along with the few insignificant vassals remaining on Dragonstone itself, sent envoys and letters of surrender flocking toward the Stone Drum Tower like ravens startled into flight in autumn.
With Dragonstone as its center, Aegon's army efficiently took control of those islands and coastal strongholds, raising the black Three-Headed Dragon Banner.
The campaign in the Stormlands was even more crushing.
The main force of the Golden Company, led by Jon Connington, swept north along the Stormlands' coast and major roads, riding the momentum of its capture of Storm's End.
Rain House, Griffin's Roost, and even some smaller castles farther north surrendered almost at the first sign of their approach.
A few fortresses loyal to Baratheon occasionally attempted resistance, but against the Golden Company's seasoned siege tactics and overwhelming numbers, they too swiftly gave way to fluttering surrender flags and open gates.
One black banner bearing a Three-Headed Red Dragon after another rose along the winding coastline, rolling hills, river mouths, and harbors, spreading into an unbroken expanse.
From Dragonstone to Storm's End, it was as though a fire dragon that had long lain dormant was awakening along the southeastern coast, stretching its black body and scarlet scales, casting its searing shadow over the entire Stormlands.
The mighty sea wind swept past the newly planted flagpoles, and countless banners gave voice to the same monotonous yet magnificent snapping, drowning out every other sound.
Melisandre walked through the sprawling military camps near Dragonstone's harbor.
Her deep red robe stood out among the uniform black armor, black robes, and dark red cloaks like fresh blood dripping