East Coast, beach.
Aemon left High Tide Castle and strolled here at a leisurely pace.
"Squeak, squeak."
Gold-Nosed Rat crawled out of his backpack, turning its head to look east and west.
Whenever it arrived somewhere new, searching for treasure had become a habit.
Aemon patted it, then pinched its furry little body and set it on his shoulder.
The little thing was very loyal. It had stayed behind at Dragonmont the entire time he was taming the dragon.
The Prince was deeply touched.
From now on, whenever he had a bite to eat, Ratty would have a meal of leftovers.
"The Velaryon Family is truly well-funded."
Aemon looked around and saw quite a few ships sailing back and forth.
This was still a remote area. At Hull and Spice Town, the ships in the harbor were as numerous as pieces on a chessboard.
"One Battle of the Gullet, and it all burned away."
Aemon secretly shook his head, his resolve to grow strong and stand on his own becoming even firmer.
If he could not prevent the Dance of the Dragons, even the most prosperous towns would become nothing.
Their splendor would last only a moment.
Half an hour later.
Aemon climbed a steep slope and spotted a familiar silver-haired figure in the distance.
"Laena?"
What a coincidence. He had actually run into her here.
Aemon's interest was piqued, and he decisively went over to strike up a conversation.
Of course, he only wanted to share the joy of taming a giant dragon.
She had a fiancé, and he was still alive.
At that moment, Laena sat alone on a sparsely grassed slope, letting the sea breeze wash over her.
Her silver-gold wavy hair fluttered before her face, and her pale fingers gently tucked it behind her ear.
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