That night.
Driftmark, High Tide Castle.
"Who is that?"
Rhaenys Targaryen stood by the window, her expression grave as she watched the Bronze Dragon soaring freely over the distant sea.
If she was not mistaken, that was her grandfather's dragon.
Who had awakened it from its slumber?
Had it been tamed?
"What does it matter?"
Corlys Velaryon wrapped his arms around his wife from behind and said lightly, "The royal family is so sparsely populated. Are we supposed to expect His Majesty Viserys to tame dragons himself?"
"You don't understand, Corlys." Rhaenys said solemnly, "Dragons cannot be allowed to pass into other hands."
She feared that the giant dragon had been tamed by some vile bastard or some other nobody.
The Dragon King Bloodline of House Targaryen would be dragged from its pedestal.
Corlys's thoughts stirred. Lowering his head to admire his wife's beauty, a smile appeared on his stern face. "But Driftmark has dragons too. Three of them, in fact."
That was also the source of his confidence in challenging royal authority.
Even the Targaryen Family, which claimed legitimacy, had only two Dragonriders, one elder and one child.
And Daemon, the only threatening one among them, was his partner.
"Corlys, the Targaryen Family still has men."
Rhaenys's expression remained calm.
A shaft of moonlight fell across the balcony, illuminating the railing that enclosed it.
Rhaenys had long black hair streaked with silver. Her lovely face carried a heroic air, while her high cheekbones beneath violet eyes revealed the strength within her.
Her mother was Lady Jocelyn of House Baratheon. The hardy blood of the stags had darkened the Targaryen silver in her hair.
Hearing this, Corlys stared blankly at his wife.
He was born into the Velaryon Family, which shared the blood of Ancient Valyria. He naturally possessed silver