Even after all the tricks and traps the Targaryen forces had used to gain victory, it was the Black Dragon that emerged victorious. But the cost was great in doing so. The field, once deep green had become red with the blood of thousands of lost souls

"Ser Quentyn." Daemon said.

"Do not worry my lord, I'll live." Quentyn replied.

Taking a moment to smile at his most trusted friend, Daemon continued "Yes, though I suppose the better title for me now would be 'My Liege' "