He saw the Bronze Dragon and heard about the dragon fight in Hull.
Without a doubt, Laenor had lost.
The Sea Snake lowered his head, his eyes still fixed on the silver-haired boy as if trying to see through his outward appearance into his heart.
"I thought you couldn't spare the time amid your busy schedule."
Aemon feigned surprise, crossing his hands over his chest in the Targaryen fashion.
The Prince had not told him to rise.
The Sea Snake maintained his bow and replied, "Today has been busy, but responsibilities must still be fulfilled."
A very official response.
Aemon nodded lightly and smiled. "Please rise, Lord Corlys."
An elder bowing to a junior made it seem like such a big deal.
It was not as if he were some bad child who bullied others with a dragon.
"Please come in. His Majesty has been waiting for some time."
Corlys straightened his back and gestured to the side with one hand.
Judging by etiquette alone, there was not a single fault to find.
It seemed he thought this would be enough to muddle a child.
Aemon pretended to be polite and let the other go first.
Corlys did not stand on ceremony either, leading several accompanying nephews and nieces ahead.
After walking a few steps, he suddenly realized that the Prince had not followed.
"Prince?"
Corlys turned around, confusion in his eyes.
In that instant, he witnessed a scene he would never forget for the rest of his life.
The silver-haired boy smiled faintly and stepped alone into the crowded Green Leaf Forecourt.
Boom!
The moment his small figure entered, a pair of vast brown dragon wings unfurled behind the stone archway.
For the blink of an eye, they seemed to add a pair of wings to his figure.
When