"House Hightower has caused plenty of trouble throughout history. I think weakening them and crushing them is the only appropriate course."
"Mm." Daenerys nodded too. She had heard those stories.
The Dance of the Dragons, the Black-and-Green War.
In the early days of the Targaryen Dynasty, Oldtown had caused more trouble than any other lordly house.
Oldtown had been the foremost city and port then, with the Citadel as the center of science and the Starry Great Sept as the center of the Faith.
The Hightower had deep roots in the fertile southwestern cape, with five lordly houses sworn to it, as well as its marriage alliance with House Redwyne.
A three-in-one behemoth like House Hightower could not be taken lightly. It often used the Faith as its mouthpiece to plague the Targaryen Dynasty, and even when the Dragon Kings knew, they could not simply overturn the table.
During the Dance of the Dragons, House Hightower had even entered the fray itself, joining a bloody civil war for the only time.
But aside from having ample wealth, they were utterly inept at warfare.
A long life of comfort had constrained the Hightowers.
Fear of collateral damage had instead allowed House Hightower to remain standing.
"Now House Hightower has finally fallen. Such immense power in the hands of a pack of scheming scoundrels was frightening indeed."
"Next will be the Lannisters." Hope shone in Daenerys's eyes.
Gendry nodded and took his wife's hand. "Store the spoils safely, fight the war against the Lannisters well, and then we can face the Long Winter."
Gendry looked at the Valyrian steel armor stripped from Euron Crow's Eye Greyjoy.
It was a unique suit of sable scale armor-as black as smoke, and as light to wear as a thin silk shirt. The edges of its