The Sack of the Citadel [WIP]

Princess Rhoyne moved her army into the citadel and rushed into the library.  It was on fire! A massive wave of seawater crashed exactly onto the flames and immediately doused them.  She marshalled her troops and ordered them to loot the library. She commanded that they must prevent the destruction of the buildings they now occupied at all costs untill they were fully looted.  Great sacks came forth as her infantry hacked at the chains seccuring the books to the shelves. She wanted to make sure that the books remained intact. They would be divied up amongst the victors, and this was the loot she most wanted.  Her magic ammounted only to the craft of controling water. Surely in the greatest centre of learning in all of westeros there were texts which she could use to advance her craft.
When she had lead the campaign into the Rhoyne, she had discovered that as all dornishmen are of a great amount of descent from the Rhoynar, most of her force was immune to greyscale.  Those of her force that still worshiped Mother Rhoyne, the river goddess of the homeland, could not become inflicted. She was unable to retake the land which Nymeria fled, but hoped that the knowledge brought by these books would help her in a second campaign.  It was, after all, only her water magic that allowed them to escape in time, and she believed that the abilities of other magics laid in the citadel records.
Many of her Bannermen also took this oppertunity to plunder the medical stores.  After all, the last of the king’s supporters had all fled to Lannisport and Casterly Rock.  They would need these provisions. The Mæsters were rounded up and captured, and brought back to dorne, over the Torrentine.